#bmfsmut

[thecapodomme]

ON THE WAY....

" I may have been born in these streets, but I refuse to die in them. I'm done being a product of my environment. It's time to become the architect of my own destiny, to build something that lasts, something that matters. And I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in my way, not even my own past." -Terry

I need you

A/N: Another One! Enjoy!

🏷️ You're it:

If ya'll FWM. @babybratzmaraj @tvchi @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @notapradagurl7 @browngirldominion @henneseyhoe 🥹

The fluorescent lights flickered in the dimly lit room as Terry counted stacks of cash at a table in the restaurant's back room. his mind wandering to the tiny life that Depended on him Just hours ago, he held his newborn son Terry Jr, for the first time. His heart was heavy with love he never knew could exist. But , now back in reality that seemed like a distant dream. He shrug his shoulders and reached up to stretch.

The door Burst open and Demetrius strode in, his presence commanding the room,. Terry looked up, expecting one of his crew to be barking orders for something new. But instead found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck, Meech?!” Terry froze in place his words demanded an answer. His voice was steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. “ You trying to rob your own brother, Nigga?”

Meech laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. Rob you? Nah, lil bro. I’m just making sure you remember who’s in charge here.”

Before Terry could respond. A loud crash echoed from the entryway of the kitchen, Meech’s head snapped toward the door, his fingers tightening on the trigger.

A moment later, a figure stumbled in the room, clutching a bleeding wound. Your usually vibrant eyes wide with pain and fear.

Terry’s heart stopped. The woman he had grown to care for, the one who had shown him a different path, was now caught in the crossfire of his brother’s madness.

“Meech, what have you done?” Terry whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Meech just grinned, a twisted expression that sent chills down Terry’s spine. “ Business, lil bro. Nothin ever personal , My Nigga. You know how that shit go.

As you collapsed to the floor, Terry Realized that he was no longer just fighting his own life, but for the lives of those he loved. And in that moment, he knew he had to find a way out. No matter the cost.

The room spun around Terry as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he tried to stem the bleeding from your wound. “ Fuck, Fuck, … No” He pleaded with God under his breath, patting you and holding you to his chest. “Stay with me.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Meech” Terry Growled his voice low and dangerous. “ She Doesn’t deserve this shit.” Angry tears welling in his eyes as they threatened to fall against your skin.

Meech sneered spittle flying from his lips. “Deserve?! Nobody deserves shit in this life. You think the world owes us somethin’, little brother?

Meech kept the gun trained on you. His finger twitching on the trigger. Your hair plastered to your face your shallowed breath making the strands move. The blood tinged ends once a deep honey blonde now dripping.

“We take what we want, we take what we need, That’s the only way to survive in this game.” Meech continues his voice loud and deepening with passion.

Terry looked at the sight of you. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. He couldn’t, No wouldn't’ lose you. Not after everything you both had been through together. Not when he finally had a reason to fight for something other than survival.

In one swift motion Terry lunged at Meech, Knocking the gun from his hand. The two brothers grappled on the floor, fists flying, grunts and curses in the air.

As they struggled, You managed to crawl toward the back door, your strength was fading with every movement. Reaching out, your fingers brushing against the handle. “Dammit…’ before collapsing once more.

Terry felt a surge of adrenaline as he landed a solid punch to Meech’s jaw sending him reeling. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the fallen gun and pointing it to the back of his brother’s head.

“It’s over, Meech,” He said shaking with emotion. “You’re Done, I won’t let you hurt none else I care about.”

Meech Laughed blood trickling from his split lip. “Care About? You’re so weak lil nigga! Yo’ ass will never be anything more than a Pawn in this game.”

Terry hesitated, the gun wavering in his hand unable to get a good grip. He knew Meech didn't mean it but something told him he may be right, in a way. The life of crime had shaped him, He’d followed in his big brothers footsteps, and molded him into the man he was today. Could he really walk away from everything he knew?

“I -I- Can’t do this no more Meech. I’m Sorry, “ Terry whispered, tears streaming down his face behind gold rimmed carrera sunglasses.

Pointing the gun at Meech. He took a deep breath.

“Do it Mothafucka!”

[thecapodomme]

Okay sooo... I'm coming in HOT with the Muse Part ll, A Da'Vinchi / Terry based BMF Fic, and an ITWTV WIP....

Previews are coming Today, tomorrow , and the next day. (If I keep writing at this pace lol.

I'm back. I THINK! Lol

[megamindsecretlair]

Oh this was powerful and charged 👀 never watched this show, but you painted everything so well. Gd. My chest. Does she survive 🥺🥺🥺

ON THE WAY....

" I may have been born in these streets, but I refuse to die in them. I'm done being a product of my environment. It's time to become the architect of my own destiny, to build something that lasts, something that matters. And I'll be damned if I let anyone or anything stand in my way, not even my own past." -Terry

I need you

A/N: Another One! Enjoy!

🏷️ You're it:

If ya'll FWM. @babybratzmaraj @tvchi @megamindsecretlair @westside-rot @notapradagurl7 @browngirldominion @henneseyhoe 🥹

The fluorescent lights flickered in the dimly lit room as Terry counted stacks of cash at a table in the restaurant's back room. his mind wandering to the tiny life that Depended on him Just hours ago, he held his newborn son Terry Jr, for the first time. His heart was heavy with love he never knew could exist. But , now back in reality that seemed like a distant dream. He shrug his shoulders and reached up to stretch.

The door Burst open and Demetrius strode in, his presence commanding the room,. Terry looked up, expecting one of his crew to be barking orders for something new. But instead found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.

“What the fuck, Meech?!” Terry froze in place his words demanded an answer. His voice was steady despite the fear coursing through his veins. “ You trying to rob your own brother, Nigga?”

Meech laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. Rob you? Nah, lil bro. I’m just making sure you remember who’s in charge here.”

Before Terry could respond. A loud crash echoed from the entryway of the kitchen, Meech’s head snapped toward the door, his fingers tightening on the trigger.

A moment later, a figure stumbled in the room, clutching a bleeding wound. Your usually vibrant eyes wide with pain and fear.

Terry’s heart stopped. The woman he had grown to care for, the one who had shown him a different path, was now caught in the crossfire of his brother’s madness.

“Meech, what have you done?” Terry whispered, his voice barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Meech just grinned, a twisted expression that sent chills down Terry’s spine. “ Business, lil bro. Nothin ever personal , My Nigga. You know how that shit go.

As you collapsed to the floor, Terry Realized that he was no longer just fighting his own life, but for the lives of those he loved. And in that moment, he knew he had to find a way out. No matter the cost.

The room spun around Terry as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling as he tried to stem the bleeding from your wound. “ Fuck, Fuck, … No” He pleaded with God under his breath, patting you and holding you to his chest. “Stay with me.”

“You’ve gone too far this time, Meech” Terry Growled his voice low and dangerous. “ She Doesn’t deserve this shit.” Angry tears welling in his eyes as they threatened to fall against your skin.

Meech sneered spittle flying from his lips. “Deserve?! Nobody deserves shit in this life. You think the world owes us somethin’, little brother?

Meech kept the gun trained on you. His finger twitching on the trigger. Your hair plastered to your face your shallowed breath making the strands move. The blood tinged ends once a deep honey blonde now dripping.

“We take what we want, we take what we need, That’s the only way to survive in this game.” Meech continues his voice loud and deepening with passion.

Terry looked at the sight of you. His mind raced, trying to find a way out of this nightmare. He couldn’t, No wouldn't’ lose you. Not after everything you both had been through together. Not when he finally had a reason to fight for something other than survival.

In one swift motion Terry lunged at Meech, Knocking the gun from his hand. The two brothers grappled on the floor, fists flying, grunts and curses in the air.

As they struggled, You managed to crawl toward the back door, your strength was fading with every movement. Reaching out, your fingers brushing against the handle. “Dammit…’ before collapsing once more.

Terry felt a surge of adrenaline as he landed a solid punch to Meech’s jaw sending him reeling. He scrambled to his feet, grabbing the fallen gun and pointing it to the back of his brother’s head.

“It’s over, Meech,” He said shaking with emotion. “You’re Done, I won’t let you hurt none else I care about.”

Meech Laughed blood trickling from his split lip. “Care About? You’re so weak lil nigga! Yo’ ass will never be anything more than a Pawn in this game.”

Terry hesitated, the gun wavering in his hand unable to get a good grip. He knew Meech didn't mean it but something told him he may be right, in a way. The life of crime had shaped him, He’d followed in his big brothers footsteps, and molded him into the man he was today. Could he really walk away from everything he knew?

“I -I- Can’t do this no more Meech. I’m Sorry, “ Terry whispered, tears streaming down his face behind gold rimmed carrera sunglasses.

Pointing the gun at Meech. He took a deep breath.

“Do it Mothafucka!”