#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

[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,

❥Chapter Index ❥

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

[dilfhwa]

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.

!taglist! — @revemixer @wolfstarsimpxx

[bunnyweasley23]

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

This book is for you if you like:

-Dumbledore Slander

-Wolfstar as parents

-Nice!Snape (sort of)

-Nice!Draco

-Black OC!

-Mom!Natasha

-The Avengers as basically one big happy family!

-Fred, Loki, Pietro, Tony etc NOT *💀🪦*

-Ron x OC

Small Excerpt from a random Chapter below:

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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.

[2neaky]

❤︎ .𖥔˚𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚎𓍼ོ.𓍢ִ໋

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]

Could you do a spicy one where the reader keeps teasing Fontaine until he snaps

😇Taquiner😈

Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+, cursing, mentions of, drinking alcohol/liquor, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, semi-public, dry-humping, pet names, long fic

He spotted the bronze fabric in the storefront window from across the street from the barber's. He could imagine you glimmering beneath passing street lights, sitting your fine ass in the passenger seat as the Pontiac cruised.

It was his own damned fault.

It was only right for him to bring you to see it for yourself, coaxing you to give him a little fashion show of other pieces that caught his eye.

A few hours later and you were done up. The dress was backless with a low, delicate chain settled right above your lower back. The bronze of it was hypnotic against your skin and Fontaine spritzed you with his favorite scent as you twisted your hair in the bathroom mirror

Fontaine's earlier vision came to life once the two of you set out to find a good time. You were a vision as you flipped through the car's radio, played on your phone, then set your eyes on him before your fingertips ran up the side of his neck.

"I feel pretty, oh so pretty!" You sang softly as your fingers found way into his beard.

Fontaine caught your hand and kissed the back it, lacing your mischievous little fingers with this.

You slid over to tuck yourself to Fontaine's side, bringing his arm around your shoulders and smiling contentedly through the window.

"Excuse me, ma'am, you're distracting the driver."

"Hm? Me?"

Fontaine glanced down at the hand crawling up his thigh before giving you a raised brow. You winked at him and blew him a saucy kiss as the tips of your fingers danced along his zipper.

"Keep playin' with me, I'll turn this shit around." Fontaine promised to you as he waited to make a left turn, "Gonna let that nice dress go to waste, baby girl?"

"Boo, tomato-tomato!" Though you poked out your lips at him, the dancing fingers ran back up to tickle his neck.

Fontaine went towards downtown. There were murmurs at the barbershop that a lounge opened the week before and it was current hotspot. When Fontaine pulled up, you marveled at the overflow of people walking in and out of lounge's doors.

It as a nice-sized building with multiple floors, but still seemed to be under construction in some parts of the building. The spirit was high, the floor thrumming with music and motion while people from all sides of the city came together to break in the dancefloor.

You couldn't keep your hands off Fontaine or yourself for too long. Being absolutely alluring the entire ride out, you let loose as soon as you entered the lounge and heard the music, you swayed and danced with your keen eyes on him.

Fontaine took you do the dance floor, feeling the beat through your body and feeling the heat of your hands on him. You were in a playful mood that only came from having his undivided attention for hours on end.

It left him aching and heated, seeing how you reacted to his attention and kept him wanting more of yours. Touching and showing too much, knowing Fontaine couldn't put you in place in the crowd.

You would wander, and he would let you get a few feet until he was tugging you back into his orbit. You went easy every time, pouting and feeling no remorse for those falling under your spell.

It was Fontaine's own doing. You were a sexy little monster that he made specifically to drive him crazy all night.

He kept you close, felt how you rolled back against him or pushed your breast flush to him. After spotting the light sweat on your brow, he suggested a small break to get some drinks and to cool off.

"Race you!"

"Girl, don't run in them hee--"

You were already speeding off towards the bar with an impish look thrown over your shoulder at him. Fontaine shook his head to a brother getting a tipsy lap dance from his girl, he got a sympathetic look in return.

When Fontaine came up behind you, he watched in disbelief as you counted the bills you pulled out of your purse.

Fontaine cleared his throat and you jumped, eyes popped wide but refusing to look at him.

"I know you ain't just try to pay for somethin'." Fontaine muttered in your ear, sneaking a pinch to your bottom.

"What? Me? No...I was...y'know. Hanging out." You awkwardly leaned against the bar and aimed your sheepish smile towards the lights hanging above.

"Mhm."'

Just to be sure, Fontaine plucked the few dollars you managed to sneak out and put them right back into your purse and snapped it shut himself.

Fontaine went into his pocket and got out a few bills to the bartender to start a tab. Fontaine ordered whiskey for himself and when you did the same, Fontaine shook his head at the bartender.

"She's not gonna like that."

"Excuse you, I am trying to broaden my horizon. Maybe I will like it!"

Fontaine shot the other man a look as you nodded, resolute. The bartender shook his head as he set about getting Fontaine's drink ready. Fontaine took joy in watching you squirm in your seat, eyes squinted in the face of your bad decision.

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To your credit, you made it through the whiskey.

Two more drinks followed, dainty and colorful this time. Fontaine was good off the one he had as he preferred to have a clear head when being out with you.

The night deepened as you ordered wings and Fontaine was convinced to take a few sips of the fruity cocktail you ordered.

All giggly and smiley, basking in his compliments and whispered teasings. He meant it every time he told you how good you looked, even taking to warning off nonexistent suitors just to hear you laugh.

The two of you went over the week you had so far, comparing gossip when you perked up. He followed your gaze over his shoulder to where the restrooms and privacy booths were.

"That looks like Grace." he commented at the same time you popped up out your seat with an excited call of, "Gracie!"

You turned to him but Fontaine was already nodding, unbothered that you wanted to speak with your friend.

He watched you hurry over and heard the squeals of reunion as your other friend Lina came from behind Grace to initiate group hug. The three of you held onto each other in a huddle formation to hear each other over the music.

When you were with your friends, Fontaine didn't sweat you. He didn't put himself in women's business and was more than happy to watch you turn up with your crew. They were good to you, anyway. He was happy to see you enjoy yourself.

Fontaine was nearly done with his Coke and was considering a batch of mozzarella sticks when his phone went off.

Baby: [Yeah you should come out]

Baby: [It's a good time right now]

Fontaine tilted his head at your texts, wondering if you knew you were in the wrong chat box.

Another text came through as his thumb hovered over the keyboard.

Baby: [I'm with my man of course, he spoiling me rotten]

Fontaine looked across the small pool of people to see where you were still catching up with Gracie and Lina, only to see you looking back.

When his phone vibrated again, Fontaine hurried to swipe it open.

Baby: [You wanna see how much fun I had?] With an attachment...?

You were bent over, camera aimed at where you slipped a finger into your pretty pussy through the mirror at the the boutique.

On your knees in a leather mini--you told him you didn't even bother getting into it when he brought it to you.

Fontaine flushed hot at the thought of your playing with yourself only a few feet away from him.

More naughty pictures of your delicious body were delivered, a video of you tweaking your nipples through the sheer fabric of a nightie, audio of the sticky-sweet sound of your pussy sucking on something.

Fontaine couldn't believe you had your fun without him. You even denied him a quickie before setting out for the evening, even after Fontaine promised not to make you sweaty.

He wasn't sure how he would do that, but it was the intent. You only laughed and promised to make it up to him, plotting on his peace the entire time...

Oh, he had to have you.

He watched as you watched him pocket his phone. The girls had no idea what was going on as they carried on their conversation.

Fontaine sipped his drink and watched you excused yourself from your girls.

You didn't go towards the restrooms, instead you went for the opposite side of the aisle with a black curtain that Fontaine first saw as a solid wall.

Slipping past the curtain without another look his way, Fontaine jolted to pay the bill before setting off into the crowd.

Being cool as he surveyed the area, he was content with only finding faded patrons and a bored bouncer. Fontaine lingered a moment longer on the main floor before he crept behind the curtain in time to follow the sound of your clicking heels.

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He might have gotten a bit carried away once he got you into the storage room. The two of you crept into the furthest room--that seemed to still be under some renovations but was nearer a janitor's closet.

You tasted like cherries and vodka, smelled so so good. The liquor had you loose and you were vibrant, wanting to get into something as you threatened to climb up him.

Undeterred by the ragged space, the both of you moved around the assortment of brooms and brushes as you traded heated kisses. You reached up and left biting kisses into Fontaine's collarbone as he ground you down onto his thigh.

It wasn't until Fontaine nearly cracked his face on a hanging wet-floor that he paused and searched for a suitable corner that wasn't filled with Brillo Pads or dry wall panels.

He backed you up against the utility sink and you grasped the rim behind you and watched him with eager eyes.

"Nuh-uh, turn that ass around..."

Turning you himself, Fontaine came close and rucked up your dress. Keeping the excess balled in one hand as his free hand cupped you between your thighs.

He stopped.

Fontaine knew his sweetie and he knew you. She was already soft and warm, purring between your thighs in a way he was more than familiar with.

He narrowed an eye at you, "You did it again? Here?"

"Hmm?"

"Hmm? Don't act like you can't hear me now."

"Um...

Fontaine chuckled into your ear, draping over you back to give our nipples a tough little pinch that had you gasping. You hung your head with a weak noise but still didn't look at him.

"Try again."

"I...I didn't mean to come..." You gave him a pitiful look over your shoulder, "I got carried away in the bathroom when I made that sound to send you..."

Fontaine straightened up with a grunt, "So you ain't wanna share? Maybe I wanted some."

"M'sorry, 'Taine, promise I am..."

"Don't believe that shit even a bit..."

A breathy laugh left you and this time your pout turned into a smile.

"I can't help it," You threw familiar words back at him, "You make me feel so greedy..."

"So, you ain't really sorry at all, then?"

"I'm really am! Sorry that I didn't take more pictures. I rubbed myself in that blue dress. We had to get it 'cause I left a spot--eep!"

Fontaine spanked you across your ass once. It only took the one time before your back arched and your stance widened expectedly.

"Look at you, lil' needy. Ain't even touch you and you 'bout to hold it open f'me..."

"Keep teasing me and I'll do it myself." You sassed back, "You ain't the only one that got fingers."

Having the correct effect on him, Fontaine growled at the thought of you being so bold. You reached in the front of yourself with purpose before Fontaine beat you to it.

Fontaine kept an absentminded hold on your dress as he followed the shimmering trails left already on your thighs from your excitement.

His fingers excused themselves around the string of your thong, delving into your wetness before you could take a breath. Fontaine found your spot, hissing at the feverish heat squeezing back.

"Yes! Fuck! Good, so-so good, more...." Pliant again, you put your weight onto sink as your bounced back onto his fingers. Fontaine's mouth dropped open to mirror yours as he rammed into your spot.

"This is all you gettin', you've already had yours--remember?"

His words loosed a whimper from you, "N-no! You can't be like that!"

"Oh, I can't? Can't what? What can't I do with my pussy, hm?

Fontaine gave your whining half an ear as he was more focused on getting his wrist wet. Crooking his fingers and hitting and stroking you slow just to watch you nearly buckle--that was worth his attention.

From the way you use one hand to grip his working arm and trembled, Fontaine would bet money you were close. The sound of him playing in you echoed amongst the bareboned room.

"Please, another? Please, Taine..." You gasped at the burst of staccato of thrusts, making your words bump into your pleasure.

Fontaine worked another finger in and the stretch sent your eyes rolling back. He ground, miming what he'd do to you if the time was there. Slow, hard thrusts that was torture for the both of you despite the layers between you.

"Don't never know when to quit. Just wanna take my shit as deep as you can, huh? Don't need no sense for that--do you, pretty?"

"Ooo, f-ffuck, you're not being fair 'Taine!"

He chuckled smoothly at that, "I know what I do. Don't mean you gotta misbehave to get me to do it for you."

"Misbehave? You didn't like the surprises?"

Fontaine took his fingers out of you and grabbed a handful of your ass as he spoke into the pulse thundering in your neck.

"So, I find out that you helped yo'self with me bein' only a few feet away and ready." Fontaine rolled his hips against yours and groaned at the burst of relief it gave him. He buried his nose at one of your bantu knots until it gave away access to your neck.

"Then you got the nerve to look this good just to tease me! Then you get yo' self seconds at some point while I'm waiting at the bar like a good man, Nah, this all you gettin' until we get home."

"I wanna go home now."

Fontaine laughed at your whip-quick response as he moved his hand back between your legs, pushing the silky threads of your thong down enough on your thighs.

"Hmf. How many pictures did you take?" He asked, teeth skimming for a suitable spot before he worked on sucking a bruise into your skin.

His hand sped up and he applied that pressure he knew you liked. You squeaked, "N-Not sure..."

"...You got more that I didn't see?"

"Um....no?"

Fontaine sucked his teeth and pulled back, dry fucking you hard enough that the sink squeaked beneath you. Bouncing back against him as you whimpered, on your tip toes as you tried to put Fontaine where you wanted him to be.

The sound of your necklaces and bangles singing together made him grin. He palmed your ass and then your waist, finding the sound of your building ecstasy made him tease you. He held your dress much like a reign and was distantly impressed by how well the fabric was holding.

Fontaine couldn't help but to finally tease you back now that he had you where he wanted.

"Feel good, baby? See what you coulda had if you came to me?"

"Aw, bet you can't give it to sweetie like I can...

"I saw 'em staring at you. Wonder if they lookin' for yo' pretty ass right now. You gonna give 'em a chance to see the faces you make when it's too good?"

"Ain't gonna be long before you soak me, huh?"

You threw your head back with an agitated noise, desperately searching for the perfect friction to take you over the edge.

"I can't, Fontaine--it's not enough! I need you to touch me again, like earlier..."

"You need me?"

"I need you so bad, 'Taine, c'mon, I feel like I'm burning down..."

Fontaine may have melted a bit at the sounds of your pleading. He knew you were just as worked up as he was and needed him bad.

You really were too precious. Even with your panties down and even with that bratty scrunch to your brows, you were just perfect.

"Okay, okay, you startin' to sound like my type of 'sorry'. Ready for me to take you home so you can make it up to me?"

"I can do it here for you, Daddy..." Your voice was sugar sweet, "How ever you want me too..."

He used the fabric of your dress to dab at your glistening back as his mind raced with opportunities and possibilities. He was tempted to give you what you both wanted--How could he not be when you were begging so prettily?

After a quick glance around, Fontaine spotted several dangers to you in the form of rickety storage and a puddle of mystery fluid near his shoe.

Fontaine reached down to pull up your thong, and chuckled at your disappointed whine.

"Don't be making those sad noises, greedy girl, I'm gonna take you down nice and slow once we get out. I can't have you like I want to in here, understand?"

"I guess...it does smell kinda funny in here..."

Fontaine couldn't resist kissing you, biting at your lip and chasing the last taste of liquor on your tongue. Your hands went into his locs tugging enough that his stomach swooped.

"Yeah, c'mon and let's get up outta here." Fontaine husked against your neck as he stole another nibble of you.

You laughed at the rush of words that left him and tried to fix your hair. Fontaine pulled your dress down and figured the wrinkles won't be spotted by the low-lights of the club. He hoped the same for the glistening specks he spotted on the front of his pant and felt on his stomach.

You slipped your hand in his, staying close as Fontaine went over to crack open the closet door for a quick reconnaissance.

"Ready?" He whispered, winking at you once the coast was clear.

"Been ready since we left the house, baby!"

You have his hand a squeeze before giving a devilish laugh, darting out into the hallway and leaving Fontaine scrambling after you.

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"Oh noo, bless it Jesus."

Fontaine broke free of his pillow prison in time to see you collapse into laughter, wordlessly holding your phone for him to take.

A photo of you and Fontaine from the back. Your dress was wrinkled to high hell and in a very obvious way. You decided to take down the bantu knots but without the proper separation, you looked as if you were caught by with a finger in the socket.

Rubbing as much sleep out of his eyes as he could, Fontaine focused again on what he was seeing.

It was of him. Gripping your ass as you both snuck through the side door and then another shot, close up on the tag of his inside-out shirt waving good-bye.

Another ping, your phone vibrating in his hand. It was a text from Gracie, with another photo with a myriad of emojis.

Gracie: [Ya'll be doing each other like dat?? I love black love.]

It was Fontaine's turn to groan but your smothered carrying on fully woke him. Now laughing himself, he leaned over and pulled until you laughed into the open air.

Fontaine took in your goofy smile and your lopsided bonnet, unable to stop himself from pinching your chin to steal another kiss. The two of you barely made it out of your shoes by the time you got home, going at it once in the living room before dragging your tired bodies into the bedroom for Round Two.

"Don't act all surprised now, thanks to you--you're gonna have to hop on that sewing machine and do up some matchin' red 'A's for us..."

"Thanks to me? Like you ain't the common sense between us?"

Fontaine shrugged and flopped down to lay next to you, nose to nose as you wrapped your arms around him. The warm feeling of being in bed was better than any trouble that could be found in a storage closet.

"Anything after midnight on date night ain't got nothing to do with me. I was seduced into making bad decisions."

"Pfft, just terrible..." You rolled your eyes, "This is all the thanks I get for making date night fun! Gettin' blamed in the morning, ain't that 'bout nothing..."

He could still smell your perfume on your skin and when you stretched, Fontaine pulled you over him to play his blanket as you searched for the TV remote.

"I'll make it up to you," he threw familiar words back at you and heard your humored snort.

The TV was switched on old reruns perfect to fall back asleep to and to outline the perfect payback.

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Ending notes: this took so long and I'M SO SORRY to that anon, lol! 🤗I hoped you like it and hope you have more prompts/asks to share! 😭I hope I got 'Taine's snap right, i still feel like i wrote him too soft lmao! Tell me what you think! Please reblog and comment, thank you so much for reading my ramblings! 💜💕😌

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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 1/ 2: The Spiral

Summary: You arrive at the stronghold with your family, struggling to accept your new reality. The hurt and confusion you feel leads you down a path of dark thoughts, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. Too bad it's something you want to shield your eyes from. There has to be another way to save yourself and your sanity from these conflicting emotions.

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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Ekene and Ifeoma packed your bags and bundled you up in your warmest coat in about twenty minutes. You were sure that Ifeoma didn’t help as much as she directed Ekene on what to do. Though, you wouldn’t know; M’Baku did not let you out of his sight for even a moment. You were a jittery mess, standing stalk-still beside him as you were made to wait while your things were abruptly folded into two suitcases. You knew why they wouldn’t let you help.

They were afraid you would run.

You wanted to run away, but the thought of doing so made you queasy with fear. You would be hunted down immediately; probably by M’Baku himself. The tears had not stopped flowing, but you had given up on begging to be released. Your father was completely ignoring your pleas now, his face flat and stoic.

Things weren’t made any better when Chinelo attempted to placate you with the fact that your family would be coming with you to the pack stronghold. Was she being this cruel to you on purpose? You had thought she was so kind before. The fact that your family would come to stay with you at the stronghold only reminded you that this was all ceremonial. Having your family nearby until the official date of marriage was tradition after all.

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[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.

[midnightstar-90]

Hey I was wondering if you cloud do a black!reader x Dave Lizewski or Todd Haynes I haven't really seen much of blackreader fics with them

Like a Princess

Todd Haynes x Black! Fem! Reader

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Summary: After Y/N’s birthday is ruined, Todd comes over, making the girl feel better. He ends up doing her hair and a little more.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol, Todd has a hair pulling kink (But NO Smut, Just Making Out)

A/N: I’ve never been good with writing stuff like kissing, so I’m sorry if this is terrible.

Words: 2.8K words

A girl’s 16th birthday is one of the most special times in a girl's life. Not only is she celebrating 16 years of her life, but she’s also aging into a new form of maturity. And for Y/N, that form of maturity was getting her license. She had been studying for months, and her father promised her a car fit for a princess on her birthday.

“So, what are you doing for your birthday, Y/N?” Y/N’s friend, Todd, asked.

“Mom said we could go to the Cheesecake Factory for my birthday. She said I could invite you all, also,” Y/N replied.

“Sick.”

“Sounds cool.”

“That sounds fun,” Todd, Marty, and Dave said simultaneously.

Y/N clapped her hands in excitement. “Yay! Okay, I’ll tell my mom that you all are all down to go,” She said with a wide grin. The boys all smiled at the girl as they watched their friend practically dance down the hallway. But something else, besides happiness, lit up inside of Todd. Something that made him want to protect the girl at all costs, but he didn’t know what.

Y/N’s birthday had barely started before a female voice, that she recognized as her mother’s, yelled through the house. “Y/F/N (Your Father’s Name), get your ass down these steps right now,” She yelled. It took a second before the sound of her father’s slow and tired steps made its way out of her parents' shared room and down the steps, just as her mother ordered.

Y/N watched her father through the crack of her door, noticing her father’s posture wasn’t straight and confident like it usually was. It was tense as if he were in pain. And he stumbled when he walked. Y/N frowned, knowing that this would only lead to disaster.

When her father got downstairs, all she could hear was the anger in her mother’s voice. “Where were you last night?” Y/M/N (Your Mother’s Name) asked Y/F/N. All she could hear from her father was some slurred mumbles.

“This is not the first time, Y/F/N. You keep doing this,” She cried.

Y/N didn’t know what was going on. But she did know that whatever was happening had to do with her father coming home late at night. Not wanting to ruin her delightful mood that came with her birthday, Y/N closed her door, not wanting to hear her parents argue.

But her time to herself was cut short when a loud, “What?” from her mother and a loud bang was heard through the floor. Y/N raced downstairs, but stayed hidden.

“Y/F/N, it’s her birthday. How could you do this to her?” Y/N heard her mother ask her father. Y/N looked down with mixed feelings of confusion and sadness. ‘What could my father have done to hurt me?’ She asked herself.

“Mom? Dad?” Y/N spoke, leaving her hiding spot.

When Y/M/N saw you walk in, her face lit up with a smile, as if nothing happened. But by the looks in her eyes, she could tell that something was wrong.

“Y/N, dear, what are you doing down here, I thought you were getting ready for your party,” Y/M/N said in a caring tone. A tone that wasn’t expressed just a second ago.

“I heard a loud noise and yelling. I was just making sure everything was okay,” Y/N told her mother with a nervous smile. She looked between her father and mother. Her father stayed slumped over the counter with a shameful look, and her mother stood straight as a pencil with a smile big enough to hid a lie.

But her mothers smile didn’t hold for long. As Y/N spoke, her smile slowly began to fade into a frown. “Actually, Honey, we have something to tell you,” Her mother uttered.

Nervous, Y/N slowly stepped towards her parents. When she stood between her parents her mother began to speak again. “Honey, your father is an alcoholic,” Y/M/N said, hating that she had to say those words. She never wanted her daughter to think any less of her father, but now it was coming to affect her too. “And he has been for awhile.” Y/F/N looked away, disappointed in himself.

Y/N looked over at her father with a sad look. “Dad?” She whispered quietly. When he didn’t say anything, she walked over to him and gave him a hug. He still looked away from the girl as he softly pushed Y/N off of him. “I spent all the money I had saved up for your car, and some of our money for the bills,” He softly spoke, closing his eye as to not cry.

Y/N looked at her father in shock. “What?” Her voice cracked as she questioned her father. “But you promised me,” She said as stray tears began to roll down her face. Y/M/N looked away from her daught, unable to look at her daughter while she was in pain.

“I’m sorry,” Her father mumbled.

Y/N shook her head with angry tears now streaming down her face. “No,” she whispered. “No, you aren’t sorry, because if you were, you won’t have done it. You made your choice. You chose alcohol over your own daughter.” And with that she was gone. Back upstairs to the only place she knew she could let herself go. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” She yelled out, slamming her door.

Y/F/N and Y/M/N looked at eachother, both crying. They didn’t know what to say or do to eachother, only that they disappointed their daughter on what should be a happy day.

An hour later, a knock at Y/N’s bedroom door appeared, signaling someone wanting to come in. Y/N lifted her head out of her pillow and said, “I don’t want to talk to you, dad.” Her face landed back into the pillow as someone walked in.

“Usually, I would make a joke about this, but I don’t think it’s the time for that,” Todd Joked, walking over to her bed.

“I told you guys not to come. The party is canceled,” Y/N mumbled into her pillow.

Todd sat next to Y/N on her bed as he looked down at her with a sad smile. Hesitantly, he moved his hand to her thick, nappy hair. He wasn’t sure if it was the right move, mostly because she had never let him touch her hair, but he didn’t care. He gently plowed his fingers through her soft hair, careful not to pull a knot.

“What happened?” He asked the girl, repeating the motion. He didn’t get a response from the girl. Instead, Y/N sat up, forcing Todd’s fingers out of her hair as she sat criss-crossed across from him.

She pushed the hair out of her face before she softly spoke, “My father is an alcoholic who spent all his money, including my ‘16th birthday’ car fund on booze.”

She looked down, burying her face in her hands. Todd looked away, contemplating on what to say. A few seconds go by before he begins to speak. “That sucks. But you shouldn’t let not getting a car ruin your birthday. Just because you didn’t get something you really wanted now doesn’t mean you won’t ever get it,” He said with a smile.

Y/N’s hands left her face as she let out a depressed sigh. Todd looked up at the girl, noticing how sad she looked. Dried tear stains ran down her face, her nostrils flared with every breath she took, and her full lips quivered as she cried.

Todd leaned over so he could wipe her face. “Stop crying. A princess should never cry on her birthday.” His words brought a smile to Y/N’s face as she slowly looked Todd in the eye. “How about a makeover?” Todd asked with a gleeful grin.

Y/N gave the boy an unsure look, “Mmm, I don’t know, Todd.”

“Come on. I’ve never done hair before, but that’s what the internet is for,” Todd said with a grin.

“I’ve never trusted anyone other than my mother and I with my hair. My hair can get difficult to manage.”

“Then you can guide me through it. Come on, Y/N. I just want you to feel better,” Todd begged.

Y/N contemplated Todd’s offer. On one hand, she had a friend who just wanted to distract her from the mess of a morning she had experienced today. But then there was the fact that that friend didn’t know anything about hair, let alone black girl hair. Y/N thought for another second before answering the brown-eyed boy.

“Mmm… Fine, you can give me a makeover,” She sighed. Todd’s fists flew through the air. “Yes!” He called out excitedly. His reaction made Y/N look at her friend as if he were crazy.

Catching her looks, he looked over at Y/N confused, and asked, “What?” She shrugged him off, as if nothing happened, and got up to get her hair products.

The first thing Y/N instructed Todd to do was wash her hair. That alone took an hour, leaving Y/N with a sour impression.

“Are you mad?” He asked as he and Y/N walked back into her room. She wore a towel on her head as she angrily turned toward the brown haired boy. “Y/N head is burning?” She spoke through her teeth.

“You told me to comb out your hair with the conditioner in,” He argued.

“Yeah, and you did, but you didn’t comb it as I told you to. I said comb from bottom to top. You did the exact opposite,” Y/N glared at the boy.

“How was I supposed to know?” Todd asked, dramatically throwing his arms through the air.

“Um, I don’t know- maybe the 1,500 times I yelled, “Ow”,” Y/N seethed through her teeth.

Todd took a deep breath before speaking to the girl once more. “Okay, I’m sorry. I didn’t listen, but I promise the styling section will be much easier.”

Todd had lied when he said he’d be listen. It seemed that every time Y/N told him what comb to use, he would use the exact opposite of what she asked for. He aggressively went at the knots in her hair, but in the end it worked out fine.

Y/N decided to instruct Todd through a basic braid. She didn’t feel he was ready for anything more than that. And by the pain from the process, she felt as if she should have started with the classic high ponytail. But Todd didn’t do all bad.

Y/N stood in front of her mirror, admiring Todd’s work in the reflection. “I don’t know, Toddy. I’m conflicted,” she spoke as she looked at herself from all angles.

“Conflicted? For what?” Todd asked, confused. He sat on the girls bed, watching her with admiration.

“Letting you do my hair,” she replied with a scoff.

Todd looked at the dark-skinned girl, bewildered. He aggressively slapped his palm to his chest and grabbed it in pain. “Ouch!” Todd joked.

Y/N laughed at his antics before turning to face him. “You tried to kill me!” She exclaimed.

Todd was no longer focused on the conversation. He couldn’t help but block out everything but her laugh. It was a beautiful sound that allowed a peaceful sensation to wash through him, like the sounds of birds chirping in the morning.

“How would you like it if I tried to pull all your hair out at once?” Y/N spoke, walking towards the boy. Not listening, Todd nodded his head. It wasn’t until the girl went to grab his hair that he realized what she said. Leaning back, Todd shook his head frantically and yelled out, “Y/N? Y/N, no. Stop!” Y/N laughed as she pounced on the boy, causing the two to roll around, wrestling with each other as Y/N continued to grab Todd’s hair.

It only took about 3 minutes for Todd to tap out. Y/N sat on top of the boy, straddling his waist, and out of breath. Todd looked up at the girl, turned on by the situation.

Before today, Todd had always admired the girl from afar, scared she would reject him. But at this moment, Todd wasn’t scared. Taking a deep breath, his eyes scaled the girl’s body before going back up to her eyes. “You’re very pretty, Y/N,” Todd mumbled in a breath-less whisper. Y/N’s cheeks grew warm at Todd’s words. Todd noticed this before slowly leaning up, whispering into the girl's ear, “Is it bad that I want to kiss you?”

The room was quiet. While Todd waited for an answer, Y/N sat on top of the boy with her lips parted. She didn’t know what to say. She was speechless. Y/N looked down at the boy, noticing his brown eyes that glistened in the light of her lamp. Or the soft curls that rested on top of his head.

Y/N contemplated the boy’s words before resting one of her hands on the boy’s cheek. As she leaned down, her other hand rested against his side. Todd’s breath hitched at the thought of how close their lips were to each other. A second later, Y/N’s lips collided with his. Their lips slowly moved against the others.

The hand on Todd’s cheek moved up to grip his hair. When she gave his hair a light tug, she felt a moan against her lips. The girl smirked against the boy’s lips and did it again. Todd moaned once more, grabbing onto the girl's hips. Their kiss lasted for a few more seconds before the two pulled away. Both of them desperately gasped for air as they looked at each other with hungry eyes.

The two were about to go for round two when a loud knock came from Y/N’s door. Y/N quickly rolled off of Todd, clumsily falling onto the floor, before the door opened. Dave and Marty walked inside, looking between the two. Between Todd’s messy hair and red face and Y/N’s awkward position on the floor, the two couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“What’s going on,” Dave asked, confused.

“Have you ever heard of knocking?” Y/N frantically asked. She stood up and straightened herself out.

Dave’s eyes scrunched at Y/N’s question, making him rebuttal with, “We did knock. And now that I’m standing here, I think we should have waited.” Marty stood behind Dave looking at Todd with an impressed smile.

Y/N saw this and scoffed. “Ya think,” she spoke, angrily.

“Okay, we're sensing some hostility. We were going to see if you maybe wanted to go out to eat, for your birthday. But since you’re going to act like this, we’ll just leave,” Dave said, turning to leave.

“Have fun, you two,” Marty added before leaving with Dave.

Y/N looked over at the curly haired boy, noticing that he was giving her a look that said that they should go with them. Y/N looked away with an annoyed sigh. “Fine, Dave, we’ll go!” She called out to the boys.

The two slowly backed into the girl’s room, giving her a smile that they knew would irritate her. They cupped their ears and turned so their ears faced the girl. “What was that?” They teased.

“We’ll go,” she said through her teeth.

“Okay then. Birthday girl, you get ready to go. Lover boy, you come with us,” Dave said, calling Todd over. Todd and Y/N looked at each other, knowing they would never live down this moment. Todd got up and left with the other boys.

Y/N watched as the door closed behind them before pulling a wide smile on her face. She went over to her closet, pulling out a baby pink babydoll top and light blue mom jeans. She put the clothes on and put on a silver chain her father gave her last year. Gripping the necklace, she moved it between her fingers, remembering the day her father gave it to her before going to put on some matching ankle strapped flats.

Y/N gave herself one last look in the mirror and left her room. “Ready to go,” Y/N said, leading the boys down the stairs.

“Wow, nice braid, Y/N,” Marty said. Even though she couldn’t see it she knew Todd was blushing at Y/N’s smile that appeared when Marty spoke. She was proud and he knew.

“Only the best for the princess,” Todd said with a smile as he went to open the door for the girl.

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