#franklin saint fic

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 3

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

“Why you been dodging me?” Franklin asks you as soon as you open the door to your house 

You step out “I have no idea what you’re talking about” 

“Oh so those pages and calls to your phone?” he points towards the inside of your house “They didn't happen?” 

You shrug “I don't know maybe you dialed the wrong number” you had no plan to explain to him why you hoped he would just take the hint and let you be, it had been 3 weeks since your first date

He throws his hands up “Come on Y/N what happened? We were just good not too long ago I was gonna take you on another date’n shit” 

“I don’t think we would be good for each other Franklin” 

“Why you say that? we just talked about you not sabotaging” he points between both of you “this” 

“Im not” 

He leans in “You are” he argues 

“Franklin we aren’t good for each other just accept that” you state matter of factly before you turn to go in

He grabs your arm gently “Nah you owe me an explanation” 

“I don’t!” you answer defiantly snatching your arm away

“Yes the fuck you do. I’m puttin’ my best foot forward and you fuckin’ it up on purpose cuz of what? you fucking scared of the shit I do? Aint nobody gon touch you Y/N they dont touch Wanda  and her dope head ass what make you think they gon fuck withchu?”

You sigh “Franklin” 

“Nah fuck that Y/N” 

“You really wanna know?”

He nods “Yes I do, enlighten me” 

You pause “I can’t trust you Franklin”  

His face holds a confused look “What are you even...?” 

“After our date, some of your henchmen came up to me. Guess what they said to me?”

Franklin held his breath he feels his heart beat start to increase. You start to mock the mannerisms and voice of the men “shit I heard you and my boy Saint had a date last night” He shrugs “So i told them we went on a date big deal”  praying that's where the story ends 

You continue “Men I lost my $200 and my boy came up on a smooth couple grand” you pause and look at him “ha-ha my man Saint he a G tho” you return to a normal voice “then he proceeds to tell me that there was a bet between you and your fucking crew, you got two grand if i actually went on a date with you?” you scoff “if you were that hard up for money Saint all you had to do was ask I could have given you that and we wouldn’t be having this conversation” 

“Y/N let me explain” this was not as it seemed 

“Not even 24 hours passed after our date and I’m hearing you went rounding up your niggas so they could pay you!" you paused "And OH! if I fucked you it would have been an additional $3000”  you say sarcastically

“Y/N” he calls

You start mocking another guy “My girl Y/N, my sunshiiinneee yo yo yo shit if i had known all i had to do was ask you all proper and shit you would be my girl now. May I take you to dinner Y/N, miss congeniality” you tilt your head “they said you looked pretty in that green dress last night wish it was me instead of that nigga!” 

“Who approached you?” he asked with a deep scowl on his face.  

“I’ll give you that Saint. You played me good. You played a good game” you begin to walk away 

“Hold up, hold up, hold up,  who came up to you?” He asked again You return his mug “I’m not telling you Franklin! It doesn’t matter anyway you up 1 grand right?” 

“Y/N listen I will explain later but who told you that? They are a liability to my shit!” 

You shrug “what that got to do with me?” 

“Tell me their fuckin’ names Y/N!” he demands

You sigh “you betted on me” 

“Y/N” 

In a soft tone you say “$2000 for the date, additional $3000 if we fucked, had people follow us, Big Saint, The Man, The Myth, The Legend show you lil niggas how its done” you pause “right?...... Saint?” 

He looks up and runs his hand down his face feeling like his heart was going to explode word for word you quote what he had that night (“show you lil niggas how its done”) “Y/N please just tell me who told you that and I will explain everything” he begs 

“If you wanted the money all you had to do was ask Franklin” 

“Y/N, I don’t care about the money” “But you still made sure to collect, right?” you pause “Then you got the nerve to get annoyed at the fact that I was sabotaging the date!”  you scoff in disbelief and begin to walk into your house 

Franklin grabs your arm “Y/N listen!”

“Don’t Franklin!”  you warn removing yourself from his grip 

He blocks the door with his body “Y/N This aint a fucking game who approached you?! I need to know!” 

You shook your head, you look him in the eye “I’m not gonna tell you Saint” 

He tilted his head and pauses with an offended tone he says “Don’t call me that, I'm not Saint to you it’s either Franklin or any other fucking thing else but I’m not Saint to you!” 

You go to say something else but decide not “Fucking Asshole!” you mutter looking down at your sweater pulling small knots that had formed

He released a deep sigh “Fine I’ll take that but you need to tell me who approached you.” he moves his head trying to get you to look up at him. You remain silent. “Tell me Y/N” 

You shake your head “I’m not gonna tell you Franklin”

“WHY?!” he pauses to gather himself “You know how serious this shit is?” “SO YOU CAN GO KILL THEM?!” “OH MY GOD AINT NOBODY THINKIN’ ABOUT KILLING THEM NIGGAS!” he looks around  and moves closer to you  “keep your fucking voice down!” he whispers harshly You scoff “It’s all good Saint” Almost immediately he sizes you up and with gritted teeth he says “What the fuck did I just say?”  

You feel shiver run down, it shocked you so much that you instinctively jump move away slightly, but you hold your ground still glaring at him before you step away and snicker and nod a few of times with tears in your eyes 

With instant regrets he breaks his stance and takes a step back to show that his anger isn't’ aimed at you. “Just tell me” he says in a significantly softer tone 

“I’m not gonna tell you Franklin, I don’t want their deaths on me because you decided to be an asshole all over $5000?” 

He steps towards “Y/N please”

You step away with your hand up “It’s all good Franklin, I hope you put that $1000 to good use” a tear drops from your eyes ���Y/N” “No hard feelings really Franklin, but you know this can’t work ever, doesn’t matter your explanation.” another tear from your right eye begins to roll down “wish you the best in your business stay safe out there” 

“Y/N! No no no no please please please!” he begs gently grabbing your hand trying to stop you but also making sure to not scare you away 

You pull your hand away “Goodnight Franklin” you speak before closing the door. 

He looks at the door for a moment before turning and walking away towards his car. He turns on the car and begins to drive away “FFFUUUCCCKKKK!” he screams feeling the rage course through him as he speeds on the freeway

Franklin walks in and slams the door causing Jerome to jump up from his seat gun drawn “MOTHAFUCKA I ALMOST SHOT YOU WHAT THE HELL WRONG WITCHU?!” 

They hear footsteps before Louie is stand ny the door “JEROME? WHO THE FUCK IS THAT? FRANKLIN!?” she comments frantically looking around for the threat “Not now” he grits out

“NIGGA WHO YOU THINK YOU TALKIN’ TO?!  WALKIN’ UP IN MY HOUSE SLAMMIN’ MY SHIT. I'll FUCK YOU UP!” Jerome bellows 

The phone rings and Franklin picks up “Hello?! meet me at Jerome house, now nigga, YES NOW! Bring Sean witchu!”

“WHAT THE HELL GOING ON FRANKLIN WHAT HAPPENED?” Louie asks “THEM LITTLE MOTHAFUCKAS DONE WENT AND TOLD Y/N ABOUT THE BET!” “WHAT? WHAT BET?” Louie asks

Jerome looks at Franklin like he has three heads “NIGGA WHAT??? YOU MAD OVER THAT STUPID ASS BET?” Franklin took major offence to Jeromes accusations, tilting his head to the side “You laughing but if I can't trust them to not tell a bitch about a stupid ass bet I can’t trust them in my shit!! They gone blow up our spot and fuck up our shit.” he points to his head  “You not thinking Unc” Jerome paused and realised the gravity of the situation 

“What is this bet? And what it got to do with that lil girl?” Louie asked as she looked between the two 

Jerome gently waved her away “I’ll explain it to you later baby just let us be” 

Louie scoffed “Shit mothafucka walkin’ in here slamming doors”

“Louie” Franklin commented 

“Nigga fuck you!”  

Franklin squared up Louie “AYE! AYE! AYE! WE DON'T NEED ALL THAT NOW!” 

Franklin huffed and turned to continue his pace 

In 10 minutes Leon and Sean arrived

“Nigga what happened” Leon asked gun already out 

“We got some rat ass mothafuckas in our crew look how they got Franklin!”  Jerome pokes fun at him “Nigga pacing around and shit over a bitch!” he jokes 

“UNC!”  Franklin warns

“What... happened?” Sean asked confused 

“Y/N told me that niggas from our crew approached her telling her about the bet”

“Soooo...” Leon looked at Franklin confused 

“So?” Franklin returned the expression “You niggas not thinking?” he paused “I GOTTA DO ALL THE THINKIN’ AROUND HERE??!!” 

“We don’t” Sean speaks trying to rationalise their confusion 

“If they running to tell her about a bet, a bet made between everyone in that room, what makes you think they not blowing up our spot?”

The men looked between each other the reality finally setting in for everyone that they could be completely exposed for anything at any moment. 

“Our competitors, our opps, our product,  our recipe, our schedule, our plug, our money, our peoples” Franklin states 

“We got it Nephew” Jerome comments wanting him to not continue hating the feeling of being vulnerable 

Franklin chuckled and looked around at them and in a whisper he sneers “and you niggas think I’m mad over a bitch when I got some snake ass mothafuckas in my crew??!! I GOT BIGGER PROBLEMS NIGGA!!” “My bad” Sean says throwing his hands up 

“FFFUUUCK! Round all them niggas up now” 

Leon puts his hand up “Now hold on its 2am we ain't bout to be meeting without cops spotting us”

“SHIT!”

“Look lets come up with a solution to figure out who them niggas are we start rounding people up they might start snitching even more” Leon strategizes 

Franklin nodded in agreeance “We gonna act like shit aint happen and take them niggas out one by one!” 

Jerome nods “Yea I like that plan!” 

Franklin sighs and sits down releasing the tension in his body

“We got a plan nephew unless you got something better?”

“No I don't.” 

Its silent for awhile with the 3 men (Jerome, Sean, Leon) talking to each other catching up on what they heard or whats going with their product

“Nigga what wrong withchu we have a solution” 

Franklin waves him off “Not now Unc,I’m trying to figure out how to fix this shit with Y/N” 

“Oh shit,” Leon comments forgetting that you were involved 

“Yea nigga, Y/N! they told Y/N!” 

“HA-HA you losing your mind over this girl boy! Now you know niggas talk worse than bitches sometimes. Gossipping mothafuckas”

“NOT NOW UNC” Leon shrugs “just go get another bitch, she aint the only fine girl that we know”

Franklin shot him an incredulous look “I don't want another bitch Leon I want that one!” 

“She not special her stuck up ass I bet if you called Tasha now she’ll literally hop the fuck out her bed and come fuck you” Leon wasn’t really a big fan of you, he thought that you acted too good

“I dont want Tasha, I want Y/N and that thing was a fucking mistake i told you that” “Hell no don’t call that crazy girl up here! Her bat shit ass bout got herself killed trying to sneak in my damn house talking about she just wanna see Frankie”  Louie comments 

Jerome chortles “BOY YOU HAD THAT GIRL GOING CRAZY BOUT LOST HER FUCKIN’ MIND. DICK HAD HER STUCK NEPHEW!!” he blares out a laugh 

Leon, Sean, and Louie join in on the laugh

Franklin ran his hands down his face “We gotta find them or this shit is not gonna last. If they can go run and tell Y/N what else are they doing? Product been going missing lets start there whoever them mothafuckas are they fuckin’ dead!” he grumbled. 

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[jazziejax]

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐥𝐲

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - F1!Damson Idris x Black! OC

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - Famous formula one driver flirts with the girl of his dreams and she, not much to his surprise, flirts back. Their connection is apparent and palpable. Only thing is, she’s the daughter of his team principal and already dating his rival.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - banter, flirting, cheating(??), sneaky

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - I wanted to write something for Damson but all my Franklin Saint stories require more time so here’s something short and sweet. And will probably turn in to something more…..also, DAMSON IDRIS NEEDS MORE ATTENTION ON THIS APP!!!( Also, the OC’s name is pronounced NO-EM-IE)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1,863+

The paddock buzzed with energy under the sweltering sun. Engines roared in the background as mechanics swarmed around the cars, each tweak and adjustment critical. Cameras flashed, fans screamed, and the unmistakable tension of race day hung in the air.

Damson leaned casually against the side of his team's hospitality unit, dressed in his racing suit, the sleeves tied around his waist, every inch the confident driver ready to conquer the track. Sunglasses were perched on his face, his easy charm and magnetic smile made heads turn as he conversed with his team. His effortless charm couldn’t help but rub off onto her, he had it all—the speed, the talent, the fame—it made him an easygoing man. He had the things others craved even a morsel for. But what he loved most was the thrill of winning, both on and off the track. Though, as great as life was, the thrill off the track hasn’t been as fulfilling.

That’s when he saw her, Noémie Adebayo. She was a vision to those who watched in person and online, her fresh blowout swaying in the wind of the Saudi Arabian Air. Her white cotton set swayed as well, the wind giving her an angelic look as she strutted in, turning heads in the paddock. Noémie was as much a fixture in the paddock as the cars themselves. With her sharp wit and effortless style, she had a way of commanding attention without even trying. She was standing near her father, exchanging pleasantries with sponsors, but her laugh carried above the din, catching Damson’s ear like a siren’s call. Her laugh was light, carefree, and cut through the chaos that was F1.

He shouldn’t have looked at her the way he did. Noémie wasn’t just off-limits—she was untouchable. She was dating Nico Valdez, Griffin Motors’ golden boy and Damson’s fiercest rival on the track. She was also the only daughter of Antoine Adebayo, the team principal of APEX. His team. But rules, Damson always thought, were made to be broken. It’s why he was a champion now.

She caught his gaze, her dark-colored eyes shining as they locked with his for a moment too long. A smile curled at the corner of her lips as she turned back to the conversation she was having with her father.

"Careful, Idris," came a voice beside him. "You’re staring."

Damson glanced at his teammate, the brown woman was smirking at him as she adjusted the tool in her hands, coming from the pit crew.

"I’m just admiring the competition," Damson replied smoothly, his eyes still locked on Noémie as she tucked her blowing hair behind her ear. Simone furrowed her brows at him, eyes bouncing over to said woman.

"Competition? She’s not on the track, mate."

Damson smirked. "No, but she’s in the way."

He then pushed off the wall, his movements deliberate as he crossed the garage toward her. As he approached, Noémie turned, her eyes catching his. She didn’t look surprised—she never did.

"Noémie," he said, his voice low and smooth. "Always a pleasure." He said with a soft smile.

“It always is, to see you Damson,” Noémie said, her voice as smooth as silk, as if it exited her glossed lips and grazed against his skin. He hummed, his arms behind his back as he looked down at his kids at her. "Looking radiant as ever. You come here to cheer me on today?” He quipped, watching as an amused smile broke out into her lips that parted in a feigned gasp. "Cheer you on? I think you’re at the wrong paddock, Idris, my dear. Nico Valdez doesn’t take fans from last-place teams." Her jab was sharp, but the teasing tone in her voice gave her away.

"Last place?" He stepped closer, just enough to make her feel the heat of his presence. "You must not be paying attention then, love. You might want to focus less on your boyfriend and more on the man who’s going to leave him eating dust." He smirked before giving a small tilt of his head, his eyes drifting over her face. “A man who’s more worthy of your attention.” He added.

Noémie tilted her head, letting out a small gasp. “Damson!” She said, and her movements were as quick as light, her purse moving from one hand into the other so she could softly jab his covered shoulder. “That was rather sly of you.” She accused, looking up at him with a small smirk, her eyes glinting in the stadium lights. Although he could tell she was purely amused but his quips. “Cheeky.”

“You have to be in a game like this, darlin’.” He said, bringing his arm from behind his back and gesturing it towards the tracks that weren’t that far away from them. “How do you think I’ve been winning this long?”

“Talent.” She didn’t hesitate, her gaze not wavering from his as she tilted her head up at him. Damson’s mind halted, as well as his heart as he gaped down at her. She’d never know how the simplest of words uttered from her lips made him feel, even the mere sound of his name had him almost asking her if she could say it again, directly in his ear so he’d never forget the sound when they spent time away. And now, she’d just admitted what she thought of his profession—his career—and he didn’t think winning any race could make him feel like he did now. This was the high he’d been chasing.

He blinked, trying to gather anything else he could say since his mind went blank and his mother went dry.

His silence caused her smile to widen. "But those are bold words for a man who’s spun out twice in the last three races." She added.

Damson snapped out of his trance, chuckling. He then leaned in ever so slightly, his voice dropping low enough that only she could hear. "Careful, Noémie. Keep talking like that, and Nico’s not going to like the way you’re looking at me. You’re noticing things.”

Her breath caught for half a second—just long enough for him to notice. Her eyes didn’t leave him no matter where his dodged on her face, or how close he leaned in.

She recovered quickly, tilting her chin up. "I don’t know what you’re talking about, Damson." She said, her tone lighter than before.

"Don’t you?" he countered, his dark eyes holding hers. "You’re enjoying this." He said, his eyes jumping down to her lips when she rubbed them together to spread her gloss that had the tiniest bit of pink on top of her brown lip liner. “Our banter, of course.” He added cheekily.

She didn’t deny it. Instead, she raised an eyebrow, unflinching. "Careful, Idris. My father’s right over there.” She nodded her head over to the older man with a headset and the red hat on, only about ten feet away from where they were now. “You wouldn’t want him to think you’re distracted." She grinned. “By our, banter of course.” She tilted her head at him, just as cheeky as he was mockingly.

"Let him," Damson said with a grin. "I’m good at multitasking." He said, letting out a small laugh.

Noémie’s laugh was soft, almost inaudible over the noise of the paddock, but it sent a shiver down his spine.

“Shouldn’t you be focused on winning today? Or are you here to get pointers from Nico?" She was full on teasing now, not even trying to hide her grin as she tried to rile him up. Damson faces scrunched up as her lightly jerked his head back at her.

"Nico doesn’t have anything I need," Damson said, leaning in slightly to lean against one of the rials that deported the crew far from the track. His voice dropped. "But you, on the other hand…" He trailed off.

She smiled, holding up her nude manicured index finger. “Ah, Damson.” She cut him off, giving him a certain look. She glanced over her shoulder toward her father, then catching sight of Nico, who was walking toward them with his usual air of superiority.

"Careful what you say.” She murmured, her voice softer now. "Unless you want Nico and Baba to think you’ve got nothing better to do than waste time with me."

Damson smiled, stepping back but letting his gaze linger on her a second longer than necessary. "Time spent with you is never wasted, Nomi."

She rolled her eyes, but he didn’t miss the faint blush on her cheeks as she turned away, obviously due to the name she hasn’t heard anyone call her in a while. She smiled, stepping back just as Nico Valdez appeared, his sharp features twisting into a frown as he noticed the two of them standing far too close.

"Everything alright here?" Nico’s voice was clipped, his gaze bouncing between Damson and Noémie.

"Perfect," Damson replied smoothly, flashing Nico a grin that was all provocation. "Just welcoming Noémie to the paddock. Always good to see such… loyal fans." He said, only offering Nico a small glance as he spoke.

Noémie bit her lip to stifle a chortle as Nico bristled, his shoulders stiffening. "She’s here to support me, Idris. Not you. So maybe focus on staying on the track this time, yeah?"

Noémie was quick to whack her the back of her jeans chest Nico’s chest, all amusement dropping as she looked over at the man that stationed his leg behind her. “Watch it. He’s one of my dad’s best racers.” She hissed, pointing over at Damson. His brows quirked briefly at her clipped tone and sharp gaze on her partner, and the way she was quick to come to his defense. Nico’s jaw ticked as she glanced over at the man before them after giving his girlfriend an apologetic look.

Damson’s grin widened. "Oh, I’ll stay on track. And when I pass you, I’ll be sure to give Nomi a little wave." He said, the nickname rolling off his tongue too easily. Noémie’s gaze made its way back to him, her eyes softening and her smile subtle. But Damson’s eyes were trained on Nico, whose were locked on his.

The tension between the two drivers was electric, but Noémie broke the moment, placing a hand on Nico’s arm. "Let’s go, Nico," she said, her tone calm but her eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced at Damson one last time. He gave them a lazy wave before heading back to his car.

As she walked away, Damson turned and called after her, his voice light but laced with meaning. "I’ll see you after the race, Noémie. I’ll save you a spot on the winner’s podium." She flashed a quick glance back at him, almost not noticeable with the way she swiped her hair over her shoulder. But he saw the flash of her pearly whites and the slight sway of her hips, telling him she’d heard him loud and clear.

He bit his lip with a smile before turning to quickly make his way back to his car. The race hadn’t even started yet, but Damson was already playing to win.

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[hihellogoodbyebruh]

Give Me Back My Key

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size!Reader Summary: Franklin crosses the line and you blow up at him. Now you have to hear some hard truths and decide whether or not you still want to be with him. Warnings: 18+, drug dealing, n-word usage, PIV, daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering, AAVE, possessive Franklin, bratty reader, referring to female genatalia as 'she', mentions of canonically dead characters as alive so this is kind of an AU but just go with it Word Count: 3,387 Author’s Note: My first finished piece of writing in like 3 years. A bitch is rusty but I’m just so happy to have something completed. I hope yall can find some enjoyment in it. I’m a Snowfall girlie now so hopefully there will be more coming after this. As always, questions, comments, and concerns are welcomed. Happy reading lovelies! xo

You entered your home after a long day at work, ready to soak in a bubble bath for an hour. Your boss had upped your hours, but did that come with a raise? Of course not. You hoped he would actually consider you for the new job opening in management but you weren’t holding your breath.

On the other hand, the extra hours were actually a God send. You had less time to sit at home missing your ex. Franklin Saint tore through your life like a tornado and left the wreckage of your heart behind.

You had no idea who he was when you first met. Your younger brother had dragged you along with him to Jammin Jerome’s to see if he had enough to upgrade his speaker system. Your brother had been geeking over the selection but his dream speakers were a bit outside of his price range.

The heartbroken look on your brother’s face was too much for you to handle and like always you tried to swoop in and save the day. Your mother worked so much to keep a roof over your heads as you grew up and your job was to look after your brother. You were basically another mother to him.

“Do yall have a layaway program or anything?” You asked, calculating in your mind how much you’d need to take out of your next check.

“No there ain’t no layaway. This ain’t no fucking charity.”

You squinted your eyes at the afro’d man and dug deep into your professional bag as not to cuss him out. “I understand. Is there anyway you can just hold them until Friday?”

The shorter man went to reply but he was cut off by Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy. “Yeah I can do that for you, but there’s a catch.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “What?”

He placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little closer towards you. “You gotta be the one to come back for them and you gotta let me take you out after.” He proposed, a smirk on his face.

Usually that might have pissed you off but there was something so charming about him. He immediately got your defenses down.

“Deal.”

His slick nature should have been a red flag but you were naive then. You couldn’t see past what was in front of you. A successful young Black man who was intelligent, passionate, and caring. He had goals and he knew who he was. You fell fast and you fell hard. He treated you like the most important person in his life.

After washing off the day’s sweat from your body, you put on your soft robe and proceeded to lotion up your body. A little self pampering after a hard day always helped to ease your racing brain and start to wind you down.

Franklin would love to get his hands on you and rub in your favorite scented lotion. He’d start at your feet and work his way up, taking extra time around your knees and then your thighs. He’d rub your belly and place kisses on your stretch marks. He never failed to make you feel so loved.

Months of dating flew by and even your families got along great. Your little brother looked up to Franklin as a man he’d like to emulate. He didn’t really have that before. Anytime you brought Franklin around, your brother was trying to get as much of his attention as you were. Franklin indulged him too. As annoying as it was, it warmed your heart to see the little bond they had.

By extension, you’d also noticed your brother getting closer to Leon as well. Since that first meeting, Leon was not one of your favorite people. You respected him as your man’s best friend but you saw him often on the street and you didn’t want your brother becoming interested in that.

Driving down the street a couple weeks ago, your worst nightmare was reality.

You almost got into a car accident the way you swerved your car across lanes when you saw Ryan doing a hand exchange with Leon.

You were haphazardly parked and out the car before your mind could catch up to what your adrenaline already set in motion.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You yelled at Ryan, hands digging straight into his pockets and pulled out both money and rocks.

“Get off me, sis! What’s your problem?” He asked you, trying to grab his supplies back.

“What’s my problem?! You being fucking dumb is my problem. Get in the car!” You screamed, smacking him in the back of the head and pushing him towards the car.

“Consider him officially out.” You told Leon, tossing him the drugs and money.

You got in the car and drove straight to Franklin’s. Yeah you told Leon that Ryan is out, but you figured Franklin would talk to Leon for you so things actually stuck. They were best friends after all.

Ryan was clearly sulking as he followed you into the home. He stood against a wall with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.

Franklin greeted you with a kiss on the lips. “Hey baby. What’s wrong with your bro?”

You hugged him, resting your head on his chest. He ran his hand up and down your back to soothe you. “I caught him slinging on a random corner. I gave Leon his shit back and told him that Ryan was out, but do you think you can talk to him for me? I want to make sure he doesn’t try to hire him again.”

You didn’t catch on to the awkward silence until your brother scoffed.

You lifted your head from Franklin’s chest to look at your sibling. “What?” You snapped.

“You called me dumb and yet you think Leon hired me.” He chuckled, shaking his head.

“This isn’t a joke! I will fuck you up, Ry.” You started to pull away from your man’s embrace to put hands on your brother but Franklin stopped you.

“Leon didn’t put him on the corner. I did.” Franklin declared, and your body froze. You could swear you went into shock.

You took a huge step back and out of his arms. “Excuse me?”

“I put him with Leon because I trust him and he’ll make sure he’s straight. You know how Leon is.”

Your head was spinning but you were quickly connecting the dots. You knew he had something going on in his past. Like maybe he used to sell weed, but you’d only seen his legitimate businesses. Now you felt naive as fuck. The pieces are coming together in your mind like a puzzle you finally figured out how to solve. The way his Uncle and Aunt always seemed to defer to him…the way he carried himself….he was the Boss.

“Why would you…” You couldn’t even get it out. You shook your head to try and clear the roaring in your ears.

“He’s smart, he’s quick, and he’s loyal. You don’t have to worry. Plus, he really wanted a job.” Franklin explained like he was simply going over your brother’s job application.

“Then you get him a job at Jerome’s! YOU DONT PUT MY BROTHER ON THE STREET. ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?” You exploded, hands clenching.

It was the first time he’d seen you blow up and you expected a greater acknowledgement of your angry. Ryan seemed to be the only one in the room who knew you were not playing.

Franklin merely stared at you with what you thought was cool indifference. “You need to calm down.”

You scoffed, in disbelief of his arrogant answer. If niggas have anything, it’s audacity. “You go behind my back and make my baby brother one of your street niggas and I need to calm down? Fuck you, Franklin.”

He stood up straight, using his height to tower over you and show how unamused he was. “Oh you've been doing a lot of that. And you didn’t see a damn thing wrong with it either.”

You nodded. “You’re right. This is on me. I brought you into his life but I’m gonna rectify that immediately. We’re done.”

You hadn’t seen Franklin in a week and you missed him so much. You missed his voice, the way he held you in his arms, and the uncanny ability he had to always just know what you needed.

You needed him.

But you can’t budge on this. This was your brother’s life and Franklin betrayed you by going behind your back. Speaking of Ryan, he’d also been suspiciously absent lately. He had been walking on eggshells since you blew up and you felt bad, but if your mother found out she’d actually kill him so better he deals with your anger than hers.

You entered the kitchen to grab some water and screamed when you noticed the figure sitting at your little kitchenette. “AHH!”

Sitting very comfortably in one of your chairs, legs spread and one arm resting on the table where a glass of your brandy sat was Franklin. There was also a large beautiful bouquet of roses on the table.

“Hey baby.” He casually greets you, taking a sip from the glass.

He looked good as hell but you still glared at him.

“How the hell did you get in here? Better yet, why are you here?”

“I missed you. I know you missed me too. Are you done being mad?”

You clicked your tongue. “Nigga you got some nerve. Yes, I’m still mad.”

He sucked his teeth at me. “I’m not gonna apologize for putting your brother on, but I’ll apologize for not giving you a heads up.”

“That’s not good enough. That shit is dangerous. I want him to get a degree and get out of here.”

“So you don’t believe in building back up the community? Keeping money and businesses in Black hands? You don’t want to raise a family where you grew up anymore?”

Yes, you still believed in all those things. You even understood that your people had to cut some corners to get a leg up because they’d already been held back from so long. But the road to get to the future was scary. You were scared but anger is a way easier emotion to hold on to.

“Give me my key.” You snapped, holding out your hand.

He took your hand in his, rubbing your wrist with his thumb before placing a kiss on your palm. “No.”

“Franklin!” You whined, stomping your foot before you could stop yourself. Yes, you were lowkey about to throw a fit but he was so damn annoying.

“If you want me gone, change the locks.” He challenged, placing a kiss on each of your fingers.

That action caused you to realize he still held your hand so you snatched it away. “Fine. I will. What do you want?”

“You. I want you back. The bed is cold without those warm thighs for me to lay between.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

He rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked you backwards until you hit the kitchen counter. You looked off to the side, unable to hold his gaze. You were weak for him. He placed his hands on your cheeks and gripped your face, turning it so you were nose to nose with him and eyes locked.

“I’m only gonna say this shit once. Ryan wanted in the game. He wanted to be a corner boy. He wants to hustle.” You tried turning away from him but you couldn’t pry his hands off your face so you ended up just holding his wrists. “If I said no, he would have gone somewhere else. Is that what you want? Him down in the bottoms with crazy ass Skully or becoming apart of Manboy’s crew?”

Your eyes fluttered close at his words and you released a loud sigh. He was right. God forbid your brother went to work for Manboy. You knew you couldn’t change Ryan’s mind about something as much as you couldn’t change your mother’s. They were alike in that way. You always played the middle trying to keep the peace.

Franklin placed a kiss on your forehead as you processed his words. He knew you needed time to sort out new information and check in with yourself. He loved that about you. You could blow up but you could also be reasoned with.

“I know how much you love your brother and because I love you he’s family to me too. I’m treating him just like family. The game is the game. You think I wouldn’t do everything I could to protect him? To protect your heart? You think that little of me?”

His words had your eyes snapping back open. “No. I know you’re a good man, Frankie.” You rubbed his wrists, your face still in his hands.

“Then you forgive me?” He asked, eyes pulling you in. You would willingly drown in those dark pools.

You nodded and he placed a soft kiss on your lips. God, you missed him. You pressed harder against him and deepened the kiss. It had been too long. He kissed you like you were his last source of air as he explored your mouth with his tongue. His hands left your face to trail down your back and grip your robe covered ass.

He sucked on your tongue before biting your lip. He gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, holding you against the countertop and grinding his hard dick against you. You yelped and wrapped your arms and legs around him.

“Oh my God! Put me down, Franklin.” You gasped as he placed open mouthed kisses on your neck. Your robe had fallen open and he was able to suck on your collarbone which made your head drop back.

He turned to place you on the table. Your ass bumped his glass and it, along with the bouquet, fell onto the floor. “Franklin!” You scolded, only to bite your lip when he lightly grabbed your neck.

“I let you get away with it before but that shits over now. What’s my name?” He asked, his thumb pressing right into the center of your neck.

Your pussy was dripping wet. “Baby, please.”

He squeezed a bit more before letting his hand slide down the opening in your robe. “Close but don’t worry sweetheart. I’ll remind you.” His free hand pulled on the sash and completely opened up your robe.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He groaned, eyes moving from your tits down your stomach to between your legs as you spread them further apart.

Your hands were exploring under his shirt, refamiliarizing yourself with the planes of his body. You slipped his shirt over his head and he bent his head to kiss your nipples.

“Mmm.” You moaned, head falling back as he took a nipple into his mouth. You could feel your pussy dripping wet. As he sucked on your titties, one of his hands reached between your legs and teased your folds. His fingers traced up and down your lips and your hips moved to press him harder against you.

“Look at how wet and eager you are. I know this pussy missed me. Didn’t she?” He asked, pulling away from your titties leaving them wet with his saliva.

“Yes, yes she missed you.” You gasped, desperate for more.

His middle finger slid up and down your slit before finally slipping into your pussy. You groaned at the feeling and he slipped another finger inside of you stroking your walls. His eyes remained on your face as he watched the love faces you made. He pressed his fingers deeper inside you and rubbed his palm against your swollen clit.

“Yes, yes, please….” You moaned, hands clutching the edge of the table. He was stroking you so good, but you needed more.

“Tell me what you need, pretty girl.”

“I need…ooh…I need your dick in this pussy.” You licked your lips as you reached out to unbutton his pants. You could see the print of his hard dick and you needed it in you now.

“After this tantrum of yours, beg for it.” He could feel your walls contracting around his fingers and knew you were about to cum. He wasn’t about to have that so he pulled his fingers out.

“Nooo…” You whined, scooting closer to the edge of the table to rub against him and get some more friction going. He held your legs open and leaned back just out of your reach.

“What did I say?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Please, Daddy. I’m sorry. Give me the dick. I need the dick.” You begged, voice just the right pitch of needy and desperate that he wanted to hear.

He pulled his hard, long, and thick dick out and stroked it as he stared at you. You bit your lip and gave him your most contrite look. He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss you softly on your lips.

You got so lost in his kiss. The way he moved from harsh to sweet was making your head spin. You just wanted anything and everything he was giving you. During the kiss, you gasped loudly into his mouth feeling his slide into your tight pussy.

“Shit..” He hissed, hips jacking forward to situate himself deep into your pussy. He was knocking up against your G spot and you were almost dizzy. After all that foreplay, you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were already squeezing his dick.

“I can feel that pussy finna cum. Let her rain on me, baby. I wanna feel it.” He told you, continuing to give you long deep strokes.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You breathlessly moaned, head thrown back. “I’m bout to-” You don’t even finish your sentence as your orgasm eclipses your whole body.

“Just like that.” Franklin moaned, watching you as the pleasure blankets you. He loved watching you. You were so damn sexy. He never stopped stroking as your walls clamped down on him.

Your chest was heaving and you were feeling a bit tired. You felt Franklin speeding up his thrusts, his hips slamming against your ass. You were feeling a bit sensitive. “Ooh, wait Daddy…”

“Nah, ain’t no wait. This is part of your punishment. Let me look at that pussy.” He declared, bringing your legs up and smashing your knees into your chest. “Damn, look at her glistening for Daddy.”

“Mmnf!” You groaned, feeling the table shake under you at his hard thrusts. Your eyes closed as your body was completely worked over by him. He was fucking your soul.

You heard his moans and growls increasing frequency as his hips sped up. You could feel him everywhere. He was staking his claim on you. With a final deep thrust, you felt his cum release inside of you. You were on birth control but he was so damn far inside you felt like he was personally delivering his seeds to your ovaries. You’d have time to worry about that later.

He placed kisses along your thick legs as he slowly brought them back down to wrap around his waist. He’s still inside you and you haven’t moved at all. You couldn’t. You were wore the hell out.

You felt his eyes on you as he soothingly rubbed his hands up your thighs over your belly between your breasts and over your shoulders. He massaged you as he waited for you to regain yourself.

Your eyes opened and connected with his. You gave him your prettiest smile. “I love you.”

He smiled that rare grin of his. “I love you too.” He leaned in to kiss your lips and you closed your eyes leaning up to meet his lips only to be met with air.

Your eyes opened to see him staring down at you. “Don’t ever pull no shit like this again.” He sternly ordered.

You brought your hands up to rub his hair and cup the back of his head. “I won’t baby. I’m sorry.”

You were ready to accept Franklin for everything he is. He was your man and you were gonna stick beside him no matter what.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

SNOWFALL SEASON 4 Franklin.

Pairing: Franklin Saint x Black Fem OC!

Warnings/Type: Established Relationship. Reader Request follow up to Brother Ain't Havin' It. ONE SHOT!

Summary: Pleasure would take a back seat, that and personal desires. Maybe in another life he could chase them. But it wasn't another life. Survival now depended upon caution and precision. Taking three bullets to the body gives a lot of time for reflection. In the midst of his recovery, Franklin Saint thinks back on his actions, and what it would mean going forward in the new world he created. 

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Claudia had been on his radar ever since Louie’s omissions of their past. For the most part she’d presented herself as a respectable business woman, aside from the few times she made those subtle advances. That hadn’t been the first time older women had taken an interest in him. Still, there was so much he did not know about the woman, and maybe things that Louie wasn’t ready to reveal could have aided him. Nonetheless, Clauida was all he could think about as the next kick to his side damn near took his breath away. 

Had it all been a set up orchestrated by her? Some way or other to take control and gain the upper hand? To what end though? She already had the dope. 

Pain. The epitome of clinging to life. Or, that’s how Franklin Saint chose to categorize it. At least in the moment under the dim lamp overhead that illuminated his orchestrated beating, he felt that way. Maybe the truth was a different matter entirely, but Franklin had his fair share of pains the past few months, both mentally and physically, which presented itself in different choices and decisions he’d found himself making. Some external, but most in the private caverns of his own brain. He was being tested for better or worse. Funny how the mind could run rampant with scenarios and destinations. He knew that this certain path would be his only chance at a different kind of life. Otherwise, he’d be working at Cho’s corner store forever, under someone else, taking orders. It didn’t matter how comfortable he’d gotten, or how good he may have had it there doing basically whatever he wanted as long as the work got done, that sort of life wasn’t too far from a slave’s. Or how Leon once put it, a house nigga. 

Franklin imagined such a life as the most grusome type of torture fathomable, with no possible means of escape. Chains you couldn’t see. 

Franklin wanted more for himself. He thought about his mother Cissy, how every day must have felt for her to keep going. Still, he should have seen this coming. He’d gotten too comfortable, picking up the key of cocaine the way he had. Like he’d held some type of protection. Those eyes were on him. The one guy, a little taller than the other one that was with him, hadn't even tried to pretend to stare in a nonchalant way. Bold. Since he’d been the same guy to place the gun, finger on the trigger so intimately that one wrong move could mean the end of things. Or, Franklin sighed, at least for his eye. He may very well survive it.  

But, there was a moment looking down that barrel Franklin reconsidered if all this was really what he wanted wholeheartedly and sincerely. Deep down he held a strong feeling that guns getting pointed at him would become a recurring thing. Call it luck, Avi hadn’t shot him the day he told him to put on the vest to prove himself to the game. He had heart and gut to grit through it although he was scared shitless. But that time was different from now. After all, this had been the first time he’d actually looked death in the face, close up. Definitely way too close for comfort. He’d learned early on that the drug game wasn’t kind to naivety, and soon discovered with the first punch delivered as he fell from his bike and hit the ground, he had a lot of catching up to do. After this little encounter, no one could be above suspicion in Franklin's mind.  

That had been his weakness. Not looking over his shoulder at all times. 

He should have known that something was coming. He’d failed to pay attention to the little details. The looks and glances. The fact that he’d come alone. Claudia Crane's unwillingness to speak freely without code and contention spoke volumes on her knowledge of the do’s and don’ts, but he did not heed the example. Due to the cunning nature Franklin had detected in her, the banter that took place kept the femme interested. That was what he needed, her interest. Her interest in him was what kept him around. Her entertaining the idea of doing business meant he had time to grow his own with strategy. He hadn’t even known that he was making a name for himself, so early. 

When Franklin made the decision to choose the path presented before him with the promise of freedom and financial security, he never expected the shift to turn his life completely upside down as quickly as it had. Enemies had grown substantially, and his outer nerd-like facade no longer made him inconspicuous to suspicion. That tall lanky kid with the backpack. It was like the role flipped. Now he stood out like a sore thumb. Someone no one really paid attention to had become a curious affair. Really, what would he be doing in a club talking to someone with Claudia’s reputation. He should have expected more eyes than those belonging to the taller and shorter males that had robbed him. 

Sometimes late at night when he could be alone with his own secret thoughts, he would contemplate on a different path. One less violent. He figured doubting was natural in the growing process. The things he’d done plagued his conscience like an aching wound. But then, he would think of Cissy, always. 

His mother looked so beat down by the everyday pressures of life that he felt it his duty to repay her for all the hard work it took to raise him. Cissy couldn’t take all the credit. Jerome had every bit of influence where Alton’s absence was heavily felt. But still. Although Franklin hardly ever agreed one hundred percent on how Jerome chose to live, he never outright judged any decisions made by him or Louie. His preferences alone kept it all from rubbing off on him personally. That was their life. He undoubtedly had his own to worry about. The only time their two lifestyles intersected was when Franklin had begun selling weed for some extra cash. But selling weed and cocaine were two very different things. 

What was next for the prep school bound kid from South Central? 

The question came up several times after the blowout at Claremont Mckenna. A brief intermission did not mean that no return was ever possible, at least according to Cissy. Franklin had concluded otherwise. She wasn’t there for the experience. Didn’t know how it felt to be undermined and made to feel like nothing under the guise of white folk who couldn’t give a damn anyway. Or, maybe she did. Her boss was an outright piece of shit. In the end, Franklin made up his mind that he would never step foot on the campus again, but he regarded her sentiment as something that all mothers carried when it came to their children. She only wanted the best for him, something more than she had. So, this had to work. 

Franklin marveled at how he could lay on the cold bum piss infested ground in the alley thinking about everything as he held his stomach that might fold with the shortest push for breath. They could have killed him, and that thought was paralyzing. Why hadn’t they? Perhaps his outer appearance had given the impression that he wasn’t as threatening as the typical drug dealer. Maybe they thought killing him was too much trouble? Or, it could be that someone was looking out for him up there in the sky somewhere. A much simpler resolution. According to the other guy, he wasn’t worth the bullet. He knew deep down the two men were Lenny and Ray Ray. Two names that would cause him more strife then he needed later on, but this time he couldn't make out faces to go with each. All that remained of them both were black holes. Empty. Franklin wouldn’t argue that much. Pretty soon, they'd left him cradling his sides and bent in the fetal position. So be it. The last thing he wanted was for his mama to get that call that would take her from an already troubled sleep. He would realize much later, that wouldn't be something he could avoid. Only, it wasn't her waking up in the middle of the night, but running to their next door neighbors house to find him in a pool of his own blood, although he still couldn't get the look she held when he'd been picked up by police and thrown in the back of one of those hellish cars with the red winding lights after he shot Kevin. 

Getting beat within an inch of one’s life wasn’t exactly merciful, but he survived it. Or maybe it hadn't been that literal, just that it felt like he was dying, if that was what death felt like in some capacity. But he knew to his better judgment that he was walking back in his memories in a dream. None of which was pleasant, but at the same time not in the present either. 

All these things had already happened. 

The thought alone made him pick himself up with all the strength he could muster. Maybe, he thought, if he could continue, he could wake up. 

A stumble to the feet brought on a wave of nausea that rushed over him with a sudden urgency. He neared stairs in a wobble and with a stroke of breath he’d leaned over to discard blood, garnered up saliva that had gotten stuck in his throat, and something he’d eaten earlier. Once he became empty, he outstretched a hand to latch onto the mental railing of the stairs that would lead him back into a door, the same way he’d remembered walking out. The first time he’d had every intention of being discreet when leaving, but they’d calculated his moves. 

The ascent became complicated after the fourth step and he had to stop a couple times before he managed himself to make it to that particular door that he pulled open and maneuvered himself through. 

His vision spined and leveled up and down in and out as the lights presented a difficulty in locating Claudia, until he noticed her mingling with a few patriots. This was odd too, because Claudia had since long been dead. That was Louie's story to tell. Either way, she'd gotten what she was after. Claudia's club. 

“Yo’ young blood. They fuck up yo shit already?” 

He grinned. He remembered her saying that. 

“Saw you talkin' to um.” He answered back to play along. 

“You be real careful bout’ what you say.” 

“Be real easy settin’ me up.” 

She hadn't, and he knew that now. 

“You a smooth talker, but you don't know shit about business. You porch customers you gonna get blow back. I imagine your connect aint gon be to happy but uh, question is what you willing to do about it?” 

“Who are they?”

“And why the fuck would I tell you that?” 

Anger rose up in his belly. That same anger he had when he bought Cissy the house only for her to deny it, or the time Leon, Kevin and Jerome thought it was a good idea to wage a war with the Mexicans, even the same anger when Melody told him to stop, that he and his family were provoking the police, right after Jerome's heinous beating and his return from the hospital. Every time he saw Alton stumbling down the streets in a drunken stupor. 

The anger rested, but even in a dream he managed to keep it from reaching his features, although his eyes pleaded for answers, the same way they had back then. 

“Cause I'm askin’ you. Nicely.”

Claudia's expression eased, either from pity or the fact that he was young. He still didn't care for the reason. 

“I tell you who they are. Next time I'm buying from you, you be real nice to me you feel me.”

“Uh huh.”

“Melody and Wanda. Ask around. You'll find them. Happy hunting baby.” 

Something changed. Those were of course the wrong names. The dream shifted. Franklin no longer found himself in Claudia's club, but the skate rink he used to frequent. With all that had happened, he couldn't recall the last time he'd been there to enjoy himself. 

The rink had always been a beautiful mess of color, with disco balls twinkling overhead and the smooth rhythm of roller skates gliding over the wooden floor with that familiar thick scent of popcorn locked onto laughter that echoed against the walls. It seemed all the black youth in South Central were on wheels every Friday night to display moves that were a mixture of practiced choreography and spontaneous improvisation. That had been the way it always was, but that was not the view he currently held. 

The glassy surface of the rink, surrounded by crumbling brick walls adorned with wild vines, glistened like a diamond among ruins now mostly shattered. Beneath the cracked roof, reflections danced under flickering lights. The outer parts of the rink were dark. Franklin thought about the blacked out faces of Lenny and RayRay. How similar that same bleakness appeared. A memory but not a memory. Almost like a future thing. The silence had to be the worst of it. No longer did the music bump against the walls as a tantalizing enchantress. In fact, what he heard now was Leon's voice in a terrifying repetition. 

‘Keep Wanda out the cook house.’

The phrase could become its own shadow. Pretty soon it took shape and the Wanda that was flesh and blood skated past him with wild hair and big eyes, a small clear pipe edged between her two large and cracked lips that bled some. The hairs on the back of his neck stood. If he’d seen Wanda, then he was sure he would see…

“Killed my daddy.” 

It was Melody’s voice that came out next. He searched for her through the darkness, and no sooner did she walk from it, the same wild hair as Wanda right along with the big eyes, and dry cracking lips greeted him. 

Only on Melody, were the eyes angry. 

“How you feel now Franklin. I killed you.”

“No you didn’t. I'm not dead Mel.” 

A smirk emerged to expose her yellow teeth. “You sure about that. I shot you three good times just to make sure.” 

Someone else came from the darkness. Dried blood caked at the side of the man's face, one eye rolled back but the other neared toward franklin. The man walked to stand beside Melody. 

“Aundre,” Franklin breathed out.

“Here sweetheart. Let me show you how it's done.” 

Aundre, or the one dead, raised his hand. A pistol in it. One that Franklin couldn’t figure out how and where it had gotten into the former officer’s possession, but nonetheless aimed in his direction. His nostrils flared. 

“Stop acting like this shit is my fault. I gave you an out. You should have taken it!” He yelled this, his voice strong, filled with defiance. The words hung, heavy with their meaning. 

“How ya’ feeling, Saint?” 

Yet another voice called behind. Startled, Franklin turned to find a familiar face rushing to catch up to the present. A frantic reminder of the urgency of the moment.

“Kev,” he replied, heart racing. He suddenly felt the weight of his decisions standing in the form of his dead friend. 

“Miss you man. Seems like it's been a long time since we last talked,” Kevin said, his expression both serious and empathetic. “I thought you were gonna join me? What happened? You get cold feet or something? Lotta company over on this side.” 

Franklin swallowed hard. “Nah man. I don't. I didn't wanna die.” 

Kevin sighed. “Yeah. I get that Saint. I do. Because Neither did I.” 

Anguish surged through him. “So what. You gonna haunt my dreams forever now? Don't put all this on me. You were gonna get us all killed Kev. You wanted to start a whole war, and for what, ego, pride and all that shit. Nah, I couldn't let that happen!” He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks, the anger pouring out of his mouth, a culmination of all the confusion and guilt feeling inside. Franklin stepped away, retreating deeper into the darkness. 

“Okay Saint. What you say we call a truce. You come with us. Make things even,” Kevin countered gently.

Those words washed over. For a moment, silence enveloped. The world moved forward as he stood frozen, faced with the harsh reality of his future. Time slowed as Franklin considered his choices, the weight of his past pressing firmly upon him. He had a chance to rebuild his life, but it felt like stepping into the abyss. With every moment he spent in limbo, he was losing himself even more. 

“I didn’t want to die,” he whispered, the realization dawning on him. “Not then, not now. Besides, I can't leave it the way it is. I need to wake up. Go back. Make shit right.” 

With a deep, fortifying breath, Franklin squared his shoulders. For the first time, it felt less like a surrender and more like a declaration. He turned from the three of them and began to run, his feet pounding against hard iron. Cold seeped through the thin blue shirt he now wore brought on by another shift in the dream, but the chill was nothing compared to the terror coursing through him. The scene had changed once again. This time it was the rusted bars of a prison cell that closed in on him. Shadows flickered at the periphery of his vision, teasing his mind, hitting at things best left unseen. Each glance over his shoulder felt like an invitation for the darkness to catch him. The bars prevented him from going left or right. The only way was forward. The path twisted and turned, wrapped by nightmares that clawed at his sanity. Memories flashed before him. Faces and voices of the people he loved, distorted and twisted. His mother’s laughter became a screech, his uncle's smile morphed into a haunting grin. They urged him to come closer, but Franklin knew better than to succumb to their lure. Instead he pushed on, driven by a primal instinct to escape whatever lurked behind him. Melody and Andre? Kevin? Or something worse. 

His breath grew ragged, the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears. Was it just his imagination? A trick of the mind? Or something really following him? He could hear it now, a low growl, steadily gaining ground. Panic bubbled to the surface, his brain racing with the thoughts of what might be chasing him. With newfound determination, he surged, pushing himself harder than he ever thought possible. The growl transformed into a guttural roar, echoing through the air. The siren call of light faded into muffled screams, blending with the cacophony that began to assault his ears. The nightmare spun out of control. His hands were clammy, perspiration dripped from his brow, and all he could hear was that monstrous sound drawing out everything else. 

At the edge of his vision, the light shifted, revealing a figure wrapped in shadows. It hunched low, its shared teeth glinting as it turned its gaze toward him. At that moment Franklin realized that what had been chasing him was none other than himself. He wanted to scream, but the sound lodged in his throat. In that instant, time slowed. The world around him melted away, and all that mattered was the desperate need to escape. Franklin summoned every ounce of strength he had left and bolted, driven by the primal urge to survive.

With each step, the floor creaked ominous beneath his feet. Or Franklin thought they had been his feet. His breath hitched when he peered downward. Limbs twisted, joints swollen and out of alignment. The grotesque sight reminded him of old horror movies, when bodies defined the laws of nature and horror lurked in every corner. He’d often enjoyed horror films. Just not his own. With newfound adrenaline, he fought against the pain, urging his body to move. But as he pushed himself down the hallway, his legs crumbled beneath his weight, snapping like brittle twigs. Each step resulted in another fracture. Panic clawed its way up his chest as he desperately crawled, dragging his broken limbs behind him. Just as he reached the next door, his resolve faltered as the sounds of gunfire filled in behind. The scene changed again and the image of a graveyard filled his view. Melody, Kevin and Aundre remained but they were not alone. There came a gathering of people, almost zombie like, matching both Wanda and Melody in appearance. Mouths hung, and arms outstretched, hungry begging to be satisfied and fed. Wanda came around again and laughed, “Give us some of that good ol roc Franklin,” she said. Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet gave way, and he found himself tumbling. The walls of earth and stone rushing past. The world above became a small dot of light until it disappeared completely.

Franklin jolted awake, heart pounding. A frantic rapid beat that wouldn’t slow. The remnants of his nightmare clung as shadows, vivid and relentless. He sat up gasping for breath. The familiar surroundings of his room blurred for a moment, suffocating. 

The quiet hung like an oppressive weight and an overwhelming sense of dread crept into his bones. Could this be the plane of reality? Or just another spiral into a different part of his nightmare? 

Hot. He felt very hot, although the window near his bed sat open and he lay shirtless. He reached down to touch his legs to make sure they were still both attached to his torso. They were. He breathed out, relieved. 

Franklin wiped the perspiration from his forehead. A futile action, since it showed up all over. A faint indent where he’d positioned himself lingered beneath with his sweat woven into the fabric of the sheets. The hallway outside his door shadowed. The scent of antiseptic stayed heavy. He hated the smell, but the wounds needed constant cleaning to heal. Once his entire body plunged in a serving agony of soreness brought on by the three new holes in the different areas of his aching flesh once he moved, he decided to lay deadly still.

He’d been lucky. Every bullet was extracted, and none had broken. Pain, again, his saving grace while remaining his greatest of torments. He sprang free from the horrible hallucination he’d been locked into like the fingers of a clock frozen in place that catapulted forward into remission. A prison that his mind condemned him to. 

The ringing in his ears subsided little by little, only to be replaced by a knocking coming from the living room. 

Someone at the door. 

He waited, and it continued. Cissy had left. He remembered her saying something about going out. Oh yeah, to a movie with Alton, he told himself. She’d been hesitant at first, scared to leave him, but he’d assured her of only sleep. Now, he became afraid to close his eyes. 

He regarded the dresser closest to the bed. The orange-colored bottle that sat just at its edge, with the label that held his full name across it. Way past the hours of instruction, he noticed the clock. The knocks from the living room battled for his attention.

A short wave of dizziness clung when he got up. He fought through it, passed the bottle, and the cane Alton purchased for him. The object reminded him of a serpent ready to bite.

He held on to anything, leaning weight on walls long and wide. One foot at a time, he planned to put an end to the knocking. 

He made it, annoyed, damn near in tears, and sweating more than in the nightmare, and pulled the door open just enough to peer out with its familiar squeak echoing in the stillness. 

“Beanz…” 

He hadn’t seen her since the day of Audre’s funeral. The Day Melody shot him and left him for dead. Cissy’s doing, no doubt. He remembered after waking up, for a long time, only she sat beside the hospital bed. No Jerome, Louie or Leon to visit. 

The drifting in and out of consequences in her arms while she screamed, waiting for medics with the possible complications of an induced coma, had terrified her. Keeping everyone else away. Irrational behavior maybe, but he could have died that day, and death was never an easy thing to stare in the face. No nightmare would compare to the horror of the real thing. 

What last thoughts did Aundre Wright have? Did he regret not taking Melody and starting a brand new life somewhere else? 

Franklin damn sure remembered his last thoughts when the final bullet shot through his back. 

Please. Not yet. I’m not ready. I need more time. 

Eyes stayed locked until uneasiness made it uncomfortable that one of them had to say something. 

“My mama wanted me to bring this. For Alton and Cissy. They home?” 

Tone’s matched. Shock mingled with hesitancy and excretion. One that soothed against mental turmoil. He lowered his gaze to her grip on the red pot, nodded, and with a clench of the jaw, bit back anguish. 

“Went to a movie or sumthin’. You can leave it for her. She’ll get it later.” 

When she made her way inside, her passion twist sung. She wore an off the shoulder sweater paired with high-waisted acid-wash denim jeans. High tops in a bold pattern that complimented her sweater because of the speckles of teal throughout. Dramatic eyeliner, and two chunky gold bracelets on her left wrist. She smelled amazing. The perfume from the amusement park. 

As he wandered to the counter, he watched Beanz. Bright yellow paint adorned the walls, a sunny kind of hue. A mismatched collection of magnets clung to the refrigerator. Franklin stepped onto the cool tile floor, a sensation grounding him in a swirl of memories. She pulled a small white envelope and laid it against the side of the pot in full view for Cissy and Alton to find upon their return, avoiding his eyes while her fingers brushed against the smooth surface of the kitchen table. A wide, round piece that had accommodated countless meals. 

Part of him wanted to feel reassured. For her to stay, talk a while, catch him up. Other parts longed for freedom. For the ability to breathe without the weight of their unresolved issues pressing down. 

“Thanks for letting me in.”

She finished swiftly, back in the living room, eagerly moving toward the door. 

“Man. Beanz, Damnit hold up! Can we just-” 

A lightning of shock rocked down his back and legs. The sudden surge made him cry out, eyes pressed tightly together as he placed a hand on the wall to steady himself. 

“Oh, my God. You’re bleeding!”   

The nightmares hadn’t been kind to his bandages. All the thrashing and fighting he’d been doing disturbed his injuries. Now on his knees hunched over rocking back and forth in an effort to calm the whaling that encompassed his body, he found praying might bring an end to the pain. 

“You should have a crutch or a cane to walk with Franklin.”

“I do have a cane,” he gritted out. “Alton bought it for me. Don’t need it. I can walk fine.” 

“Right. Tell me where and I’ll go get it.”

“Just help me back to my room B. I’ll be fine once I sit down.” 

Briefly, she reminded him of his mother, Cissy. 

Through Hell or High Water, they made it. 

 She’d noticed the cane and the prescription.

“I see this isn’t the only thing you’re not following orders about.” 

She picked up the bottle, appearing to read the back instructions before a small smack of the teeth made him cautious of her disappointment. 

“You need to take some of these?” 

He only touched alcohol once. Weed had never been his thing. A time or two, Kevin and Leon gave him shit for it. Once they found out that his resolve would not waver, they left it alone. Pills were like those things. 

“Naw.” He protested. “Don’t want um. They mess with my mind. Fuck with my dreams.” 

 Obviously, she disagreed. Uncomfortable with her expression, he breathed out, already exhausted by what she might say.

“Has nothing to do with your dreams. Sounds more like your conscience is accusing you, Frank.” 

He narrowed his eyes. Whether a dismissal or an accusation, he remembered the time he rode with Andre. How do you sleep at night? Knowing all the things he’d done, a small chuckle left him. A little joke between himself and that conscience that she mentioned. Whether she caught on or not, he didn’t know. At the moment, it wasn’t the most important aspect of her statement. Perhaps in a small taste of revenge, Aundre called his bluff, despite the snarky rebuttal to the question that he gave so callously, Like a baby. The truth was, he had hardly had a restless sleep since.

When She held out her hand with the two green pills sitting nicely on her palm, he regarded her eyes.  

“Hm.” 

A slight shake of the head, he shifted his position on the bed. “No thank you,” he shot back. 

She only moved her hand closer. “It’s not a request, Franklin Saint. So here. Take them.” 

He sat still, this time silent, curtly before he leaned forward with a grunt, grabbed the two pills, and tossed them in his mouth. The horrible feeling of swallowing them down without water only lasted a second before they were gone. 

“Now. Where’s the stuff so I can get you cleaned up?”

He made a head gesture toward the hallway. 

“Bathroom.” 

A well-used tote bag slung over her shoulder upon return to his room. It’s contents, crinkling with the promise of relief, but also despair. Franklin had encountered many dualities of late. He looked at the plastic, then at her. 

For the most part, he closed his eyes, taking on the sensations of the cold and dry things that touched his skin. She inquired, tugged at the ends of his shirt and he helped her get it off, hating the entire process as it worsened the levels to a staggering degree. With the removal of the previous coverings, her facial expression changed. 

“Franklin,” she murmured. “What kind of dreams?” 

He sighed heavily as the coolness of the cleaning product ran over a raw area of the wound. “You mean the nightmares? I’ve had a lot. None ever really the same. Except the fire.” 

“Fire?”  

“Yeah. I’d be running down the street. My block. Flames chase me. Igniting trees. When I wake up, I’m always hot. I’m running in my own personal hell.” 

He noticed she had stopped working.

“Sit up a bit,” she instructed gently, helping to adjust against the pillows.

He held back the grimace through a toothy grin. When the grin left, he replaced it with a hum. Still pissed off, he thought. Maybe not outright, but the passive aggressiveness was evident. He couldn’t really blame her for keeping an emotional distance. His near death experience hadn’t rendered his memories useless. Unfortunately for her, up close, he read a person pretty well. She was desperate to ignore the tremors beneath her facade of strength. The Beanz that cleaned his wounds was not the Beanz he knew. 

“Why Franklin?”

The question came unexpectedly. 

“Why what?” He replied, weariness evident in his tone. 

“Why did you say those things? Is that how you really feel? Nothing at all…” 

“You want the truth?” 

“I do. I deserve it.” 

He nodded, keeping her in his view. “Then the truth is this. I was selfish.” 

A pause came after, but nothing followed. It really was that simple. He couldn’t explain it away or dress it up. 

“Okay. That’s fair.”

She didn’t sound satisfied with the answer, but she didn’t press him to give her any more than what he provided by the time she’d finished up and began to gather all the solid cotton. 

“It was real. I did feel something Beanz. And it scared me.” 

He looked in her direction. 

Her pressing questions at the repass had made him angry. Almost as angry as the conversation with Reed had those couple of days after he’d shot Aundre. Neither Beanz nor the white man who’d become his cocaine supplier much by force than an exchange of respectable businessmen, spoke with a pestering temper. The conversations mirrored one another, each pulling for answers from him. The result, unfortunately, had been his detached coldness. She got all the pent up poignancy he’d been bottling up. 

“You really hurt me, Franklin.”

The weight of guilt settled on his shoulders. The statement haunted him as he memorized the expression on her face. “That’s why I’m asking for your forgiveness.” He leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper, reaching out as if drawn by an invisible thread of reason. His fingers brushed against hers. “Forgive me.” 

He’d lost his composure at the amusement park. That, he admitted to himself. The boundaries between the older brother’s best friend and potential lover blurred with a single kiss. It wasn’t that he hadn’t meant to kiss her with her favorite song playing. He had. It came at the perfect opportunity to express feelings he’d been battling with.

The making of a moment she described when speaking about Darnell, the dance, and the dress. 

The kiss in front of the Ferris wheel, their moment. 

Later that night, he’d made a quick trip up to Darnell’s after picking up Peaches. Although it hadn’t been his own fist to caution any more involvement with her, Franklin was certain that Darnell had got the message loud and clear. No action on Leon’s part needed. The prior Vietnam war vet’s hand was so bruised the next day he’d wrapped up his wailing knuckles by the time the afternoon came around. Franklin guessed Darnell’s face would take at least a month to heal. But that was the point. What he loved, he protected. 

“I thought you died.” 

Franklin hadn’t expected her to say that, nor had he expected arms to circle around his neck to offer any warmth. It hurt briefly, the initial contact, but there was nothing that would make him break the hug she provided him. 

Seconds past, his own arms wrapped over the lower part of her back. The way she hugged him might have exposed true desires all along. She’d disciplined herself while cleaning his wounds, but Franklin knew the resolve would wane, eventually. Her body trembled against his chest momentarily, and he realized she had started to cry. 

The Beanz he’d been with on the Ferris wheel. The one vulnerable and open resurfaced. 

“There was so much blood on the floor. On you,” she said. A note of trepidation in her voice. “I was mad. Mad at you for how you treated me. I’d made up my mind that I wouldn't talk to you. It was different when it all became the real thing. That you could, actually die on Aundre Wright’s living room floor. That I’d never get the chance to tell you I didn’t mean it. That I was sorry. That my anger got the best of me.” 

He frowned, the memories flooding back in vivid detail. The gun, Mel and utter darkness. 

“I didn’t know what to do. If I did enough, if I made it worse…”

He removed her arms, so they faced one another. Her eyeliner still presented well despite the circumstances. Franklin stared into brown eyes, mixed with empathy and resolve. They were at war. The real reason he pushed her away. Casualties happened in war all the time. He would never be able to live with himself, knowing he had something to do with his best friend’s little sister getting hurt, or worse. Leon wouldn’t forgive him. As long as he himself obtained such war scars, he’d never feel sorry. It all boiled down to choices. He’d  chosen to shoot Kevin, and he chose to shoot Andre. He wouldn’t walk away unharmed. Just his turn, that was all. 

He moved, intention clear as he leaned closer. 

“You saved my life, Beanz. That was more than enough.” He told her, voice steady. “I probably would have bled out, completely alone. But because of you, I didn’t. I’m alive. And I’m thankful.”

He felt himself drawn in, and it happened with a nervous exhale from her, as he closed the distance, tension before their lips met softly, tentative and unsure, then deepening as heads moved. Was it the sting of tragedy pulling toward this need? He deliberated. Or was he hoping to provide her assurance? 

They separated, but never very far, foreheads pressed against the other. Oddly, perhaps scared or cautious like children trying not to get caught doing something they shouldn’t, they both waited. 

Franklin remembered how the first kiss tasted: a mixture of ice cream and funnel cake. All the makings of the night they shared together, laced with heavy conversation and comfort. The kiss this time was nothing but her, raw and unfiltered. He found that he liked this one the best. 

Damn, why did temptation offer all the sweet nothings? A hesitant kiss blooming into something deeper and more passionate. He thought long and hard about it all the days of his recovery. 

What if South Central hadn’t been burning from the inside? 

What if Leon gave his blessing? 

What if everyone walked away happy? 

What if he could really have the life he wanted? 

What if…

The pills started to take effect. Maybe he still wavered on the low plains of a dream. His own imagination, slipping into another sweet moment of comfort. He couldn’t make the distinction. Either way, she’d brought him back, standing as she prepared herself to leave him. 

“I should probably go. Girls’ night at Tiara’s. I’m already late.”  

He reached out to grab onto her wrist, firmly but not unkind. The pain flared anew with such a daring action since the medication had not dulled the aching completely, but he ignored its rage. 

“Leshanda…”

He watched her stop abruptly in place and stare at him. He never used her name. Hadn’t in years. 

“Do you? Do you forgive me?” 

“Yes.” Her expression shifted, with some form of condolence to it. “I do. Anything you’ve done, you’ve paid for it and then some.” 

 With the bite of tears on the rise, those words made his gaze divert. He didn’t deserve forgiveness, but was glad at least to have hers. A grin came and went. He nodded and he let her go. 

“So, uh where y’all going? Skating or sumthin?” 

She shook her head and lowered it. “No uh. Just to Tiara’s. Me, Charisma, Moe Moe, and Jaz. In Fact I really should call them. Let them know I’m on my way.” 

One of his eyebrows rose in earnest. “Staying in. On a Friday night?” 

“Uh, huh. That’s bout’ the only place my mama let me go these days. It’s gotten real bad with the gangs and all that. Lotta shootings lately. Everybody’s on edge. With good reason I guess.” 

He sighed and settled back on the cushions of his pillows inviting a quieting of their voices before she spoke.  

“Franklin. I gotta ask something of you.” 

He focused on her. 

“Maybe that’s the most logical decision. Walking away. After what you been through. But Lee needs you.” 

His gaze moved, traveling the places in his room that held the most light. A desperation swung on her words. One he didn’t like. 

“I’m scared for him,” she continued. “He can be hotheaded. You know him. He’s not gonna back down. You need each other. So please, try your best to fix this. For all our sake.” 

His eyes came back on hers, a flicker of resistance crossing his face right before he lifted his chin and a grin met his lips while he nodded. 

“I will.”

She nodded. The place between them stretched far and before tears could hit her pretty brown eyes, he heard the urgency fill her voice. 

“Kay. Yeah, phone call right, let me.” She stopped, not finishing her sentence, as something in the far corner of the bed seemed to catch her attention. “Wait, is that…” 

He threw a glance over his shoulder, taking in the pink and purple fur that held a distinct shine. 

“That’s my bear.” She confirmed. “The one from the…” 

“Yep.”

“Ha, I kinda thought I wouldn’t see it again. You kept it?”

That film of tears surfaced in her eyes for the second time. 

“Course.” A soft chuckle escaped. “Took me like three tries. No way I was leaving it behind.” 

She blinked a few times and the tears never fell. “Three. Right. More like ten and some change.” 

His smile grew. “You gonna do me like that?” 

They both laughed and when the laughter settled, so did some of the pain.  

“This got me through the healing process. I had something to hold on to.” He gave the stuffed animal a squeeze before he lifted the teddy bear in her direction. “But, it doesn't belong to me. Won this for you.” 

She stretched out her hand, only to pull back slowly and rest it at her side. 

“No. You keep it Franklin.” 

He lowered the teddy bear back in its place on the edge of the bed. 

She took a shaky breath. “Well, what are you gonna do?”

“Let these pills kick in. Probably post up in the living room. Watch cartoons. Them ol’ funny ones from the 1940s.”

“1940’s, huh?”

“Yeah. A marathon with no commercials.”

“Well. Sounds like a good night. You and some cartoons. Mind if I use the phone?” 

“Course. You know where it is.” 

“Thanks.”

His heart sat heavy as she turned the corner down the hall. He’d watched her the same way the day of Andre’s funeral. Pretty soon he heard her voice, faintly. He offered the empty room a bittersweet smile, preparing his mind for the walk to the living room and old cartoon marathon. From the window the stars outside blinked awake, scattered jewels across the canvas of dark sky. Beauty amidst his ache. 

When she reemerged at the door frame, he sat up.

“Hope you don’t mind. But. Change of plans.” She laid her jacket over the top of the chair at his desk. “Thought you could use some company.” A little smirk grew on her. “Just so happens. I like old cartoons.” She drew up one of her fingers eagerly with a sense of playful glee. “Annnd, that stew my mama made sounds so good right now. Thought we might eat us a bowl.”

He sat still, looking and quiet, the bite rose up again and he lifted his chin. The smile that came this time filled him with gratefulness. She wasn't leaving. 

“Thanks Beanz. For sticking around.” 

“Don't mention it.” She smacked her hands down on her legs and made her way over to him. “Whelp. Let's get this show on the road then.”

“Alright.” He reached over to his drawer and took out one of his clean t-shirts and put it on. “Help me up so I can lean on that wall right there.” 

With a roll of the eyes, she shook her head at the request. “Nun uh,” she countered, taking a step back to grab the cane. Just like the pills, she offered it. “You use this thing.” 

“Man B come on. Just help me,” he ventured, eyes searching as he pushed it away. 

“No. I’m serious. So here, come on.” She offered a second time. 

He took a deep breath and lowered his head. “I don't wanna depend on that thing for the rest of my life. Shouldn't get used to it.” 

“Look. Don’t you remember? Lee walked with a cane for a lil’ bit after he got shot. And he doesn’t walk with it now. Does he?” 

He let a few seconds pass before he answered. “He doesn't.”

“Well then. Pretty soon you won’t either. It's only for a lil bit Frank. Come on. Please…”

He sighed, reached out, and took the cane. As he positioned his weight, she encouraged the process, standing close enough that he could lean in if he lost balance. He took it slowly, step by step, awkward and unsteady. A hint of a grin played on the corner of his lips as her words filled in his ears. 

“You got this, easy, that’s good, one after the other, keep taking those steps forward.” 

He drew in a deep breath and continued to lift the cane ahead of him. You got one job in this life Saint, he surmised. So do it, with all you have. 

A/N: To my wonderful reader @vile-harlot who requested this part three of the Franklin Saint and Beanz Simmons saga! I actually really got into this one. All in all, I hope you enjoyed the read! Thanks for all the support. 

PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR CLAIM ANY OF MY WRITING. -Wide Nose And Wonderful.

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Anime/TV shows I’ll be making fan fiction/oneshots about later on:

Naruto characters - (Naruto is the main anime I’ll be writing about)

Naruto U.

Sasuke U.

Sakura H.

Kakashi H.

Ino Y.

Choji A.

Asuma S.

Kurenai Y.

Itachi U.

Gaara

Obito U.

Orochimaru

Neji H.

Hinata H.

Rock Lee

Minato N.

Jiriya

Tsunade S.

Kisame H.

Deidera

JJK characters - This anime I’ve barely watched so only main characters will be written about until further notice

Yuji Itadori

Satoru Gojo

Megumi F.

Ryomen Sukuna

AOT characters -

Eren Y.

Mikasa A.

Armin A.

Erwin S.

Levi A.

Jean

Annie L.

Hange Z.

Reiner B.

Ymir

Historian R.

Connie S.

Euphoria characters -

Rue B.

Maddy P.

Fezco

Cassie H.

Nate J.

Kat H.

Lexi H.

Jules V.

TVD/TO characters -

Damon S.

Stefan S.

Elena G.

Jeremy G.

Bonnie B.

Caroline F.

Katherine P.

Elijah M.

Klaus M.

Rebekah M.

Freya M.

Finn M.

Kol M.

Kai P.

Hayley M.

Tyler L.

Nora H.

Mary L.

Marcel G.

Davina C.

Matt D.

OBX characters -

John B.

Sarah C.

Rafe C.

JJ

Kiara

Pope

Topper

Barry

TWD characters -

Rick G.

Daryl D.

Negan.

Maggie G.

Glenn R.

Shane W.

Snowfall Characters -

Franklin S.

Teddy M.

Leon S.

Avi D.

Gustavo Z.

If you have any requests don’t be afraid to ask!

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𓂃 say it, do it, show it, prove it ˖ ݁ franklin saint ⊹ nsfw content.

after a tense argument with his mom about leon getting shot in their back yard, franklin needed something to ease his mind.

c. mdni. black reader in mind. swearing. season one! franklin cause i like ‘em soft. normal snowfall warnings: selling weed & coke, shootings.

k. the lack of fics for him shows the people have been slacking!

“you gon make me ask?” franklin’s mom, yelled, throwing a hand up in frustration at her son who stopped in his tracks at her voice. he lightly sighed under his breath as he turned around to look at her from the doorframe of the hallway.

the day had been long for the both of them, so he’d hoped she would lay off him a little but she hadn’t since he had walked through the front door that night. he couldn’t really blame her though. leon getting shot in the backyard of the house they both laid their heads was somewhat as stressful as lying to his momma, selling coke, hiding it from the cops and making good but dirty money— let’s just say their situations came with their differences.

the two of them looked at each other a second before franklin spoke up. “it’s leon… you know. always starting some shit. finally mouthed off to the wrong person. probably caught him comin’ by the house.”

“so you had nothing to do with it, right?” she replied making him cock his head to the side and squint his eyes in disbelief at his moms’ question.

“no. come on, momma. of course not,” he assured, walking around the kitchen table where he stands closer to her. she stays in her position: at the head of the table.

she shakes her head with a scoff. “you scare me, franklin...” her breathing become uneven making her take a slight deep breath in. “how easy it is for you to look at me in the eye and lie your ass off. you got your best friends blood on your clothes and you don’t miss a god damn beat.”

“you know, jerome was here.” she slowly made her way to side of the stable where franklin stood. “heard the news. decided to check in. guilt was all over his face. at least someone in his family has still got a fucking conscience,” she added, looking him in the eyes.

“what’d he say?” franklin quickly asks.

“he didn’t have to say shit… i wanna hear it from you.”

he directs his eyes elsewhere for a few before looking back over to her. “what you wanna hear?”

“start with how long you’ve been slinging the weed for him.”

it wasn’t weed he’d been slagging for nobody. he knew that but she didn’t. he didn’t wanna dig himself into a deeper hole so he lied like he’d been doing all these other months. “six months. give or take.”

“6 months you’ve been lying to my face,” she scoffs at him with a shake of her head before turning around. “playing me like a fucking fool—” she mumbles before sharply turning back to him, eyes filling with tears. “…and don’t let me get started about that girl you been sneaking in here!” she yells pointing at him with the cigarette in her hand. her legs drawing her closer to him once again.

“no, it was hard lying to you— a-and it’s not some girl ma.”

“yeah? who is it then franklin!?” she yells in his face making him look down in disappointment.

now looking back up at her, franklin went to speak again but there was pounding on the front door making him push his lips back together. they both direct their attention to the front door where mr. wright stands. cissy quickly wipes the tears from her face as he enters in his uniform. “i hope it’s not too late,” he starts as franklin gives his mom a final glance before walking to the back of the house, giving them room to talk. “…just wanted to check if you were alright.”

their voices fade as he descends further into the house and he makes it into his room, closing the door with a sigh. “hey,” the welcome was soft and expected because of your almost everyday occurring presence. at first you were leaning against his headboard but you moved off the bed and stood to see him. franklin doesn’t flinch at your presence, only giving a glance— without that, he practically ignores it as he sits on the end of the bed without a word. he stares off into space, not giving you another glance. you don’t take it to heart after hearing what had happened with leon then the argument with his mom.

you thought maybe he just wanted to be alone. “call me later— or whenever you get the chance, alright?” you turn to leave through the window without a reply knowing you wouldn’t get one but you were proven wrong when you hear his voice. “hey. c’mere,” he mumbled, making you turn to look his way. he was looking at you now, eyes dead set on you.

“you sure? it’s cool if wanna be alone. don’t want you fighting me or nun,” you grin playfully, knowing he wouldn’t even raise his voice at you. he shakes his head with a light smile, “might throw a couple punches if don’t c’mere.” you chuckle lightly as you walk over to him. he parts his legs for you to stand in between and wraps his arms around your torso. you take his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his hairline as you appreciate his handsome face.

“heard what to said about me not being ‘some girl’,” you smile, eyes averting between his eyes and lips. “…want you to tell me what i am then.”

he scoffs in a disbelief at your teasing before smiling, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth lightly to stop himself from kissing you. “you should know.” his head slightly titled to his left to admire you.

“no, i know, but i want you to tell me,” you say, titling your head in the same direction as his, in a teasing manner.

he laughs an airy laugh and in that process picks his head up the right way (you doing the same), before replying. “my girl.”

“your girl?” you question and he’s quick to respond with a nod. you smile at the gesture before adding, “i like that.” you lean into him to kiss his lips, and he doesn’t miss a beat, kissing you back. arms wrapping around your waist tighter to pull you closer. it starts off slow, wet, your heads rotating every once and awhile to find the perfect spot for your lips to connect, but once you feel the tip of his tongue graze the inside of your mouth you open your mouth to him and allow both your tongues to meet.

you hummed out, enjoying the taste of him. your lips are wet with one others’ spit as he moves his hands down to the back of your knees. he pushes lightly on the back of them and pulls one of your legs over his then the other so your straddling his lap. his hands move from your waist to underneath your shirt. your deep kisses soon become pecks before you pull away from him.

“if she hears us she’s definitely not gonna like me,” you say with a light smile, hands resting on his shoulders. he chuckles at you, thumbs rubbing your sides underneath your shirt. “well, be quiet then,” he says with a grin. you playfully hit his chest before he’s pulling you back into a kiss.

the two of you wasted no time to get your clothes off, hands roaming each others’ bodies once your back close to one another. now, you’re on top of his in the middle of the bed, kissing him deeply as you grind yourself against him. his hands gripping a hand full of your ass as you do so, his hand kind of guiding the pace of your hips. you were surprised he was even letting you be on top, normally he’d flip it over and fuck you that way.

you push your hips up a bit, and move your hand down to wrap your dick. before you can even rub his tip along your wet folds and push it inside of you, without breaking the kiss, he flips the two of you over. you’d spoken too soon. you don’t comment on it, knowing if won’t change his on going habit and because soon after he slowly slides himself inside of you. his deliciously sized head sliding passed your folds first and filling your entrance up. you moan lightly against his lips.

then his full length slides inside, making the kiss come to a slight pause as your mouth is slightly open in awe. “franklin,” you moan, arms instantly wrapping around his back. he doesn’t hesitate to start moving his hips at a good pace. you try to stay as quiet as you could, muffling your moan with kisses. the dark room seemed to get stuffy as his hips smacked lightly against your thighs. his groans fell against deaf ears as he didn’t have to try as hard to hide them like you.

you coo’d for him, calling out for him to fuck you harder. he could feel the way your pussy clinched and sputtering around him. he did as asked, pushing his hips into your thighs, making sure to reach deep. the deeper he reached the more you moaned and smashed your lips into his to muffle them.

your pussy continued to clench and squeeze around him making it even harder for him to hold on. his pace doesn’t lessen even when his head is lost in the feeling of you. "g-gonna cum,” you moan against his lips. “fuck, me too,” he mumbled, feeling your pussy squeeze him tightly. you moan quietly as you cum, the feeling of you pulsating around him pulls his cum from him. his cum rushes through him and into you, filling you up.

franklin lazily kisses you as the two of you calm down. soon after, he sits himself up and slowly pulls out, careful not to hurt you before lays down next to you. you snuggle in close to his chest and he wraps his around you.

@wide-nose-and-wonderful the tag you asked for ⭐️.

[mostlyinthemorning]

Around Schitt's Creek in 80 Days 4.13

4.13 Merry Christmas, Johnny Rose

Johnny is hoping to ring in the holidays with a traditional Rose Christmas party like they used to. However, getting everyone to participate will be easier said than done.

IMDB Rating: 8.6

Best line: Do you have time to mood-board a colour scheme? // Does anyone?

Playlist: Silent Night

Alexis's scary adventures:

“So cute. I basically did exactly the same thing with my friends once, but instead of cookies, it was whatever we could find in our parents’ medicine cabinets, and instead of a Christmas party, it was an old boot factory in Krakow.”

Moira: "That ship set sail hours ago. Literally. Alexis and Stavros are on his father’s yacht by now, off to Cadbury."

Celebrity name drops: Nate Berkus, Puff Daddy, Arnold and Maria, Peter Bagdanovich, Aretha [Franklin], Wolfgang Puck plus Paul Shaffer cameo

Behind the scenes:

Props:

David's clothes: Saint Laurent (top), Christopher Kane (bottom)

Moira's wigs (so festive!)

Video:

Fic rec: Bells All Ring, Horns All Blow by fishyspots

Patrick and David find a different way to each other.

See you tomorrow for Season 5!

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 1.

You look around the crowd of people, slightly overwhelmed by the turn out at the fair today. It was a Saturday night after all anyone who wanted to enjoy an ounce of fun weekend before work/school on Monday was here. Unfortunately for you crowds weren’t your thing since a fight tended to break out and nowadays a gun would be pulled quickly. 

“Damn! he walks like his dick is heavy” you hear 

You start coughing choking on your cola

“What?!!” Wanda comments

“She must be talking about Franklin”  Lashay adds as you all now looked towards where she looked, Franklin’s crew walked towards them mostly because of Leon but still they made their way towards you 

There’s a light laughter between you girls “Girl you crazy!” your best friend who just happens to be your cousin Harmony adds to the discussion 

“Oh shit they coming this way yall straighten up!” Tasha snaps quickly adjusting herself clothes  

You groan internally you didn’t want to deal with Franklin and his men. You were around them from elementary to now, and right now mentioning Franklin and his men was like mentioning the grim reaper and his minions. After Kevin's death and Franklin’s release, it was like they were untouchable, and anyone who crossed them ended up dead. Franklin didn’t have that innocent aura about him anymore, you couldn’t describe it he was different confident

“Ladies!” Mike Mike greets bowing his head

“Hey y'all” Lashay greets

“What y'all doing here?” Leon asks

“We are at the state fair duh we are here to get some drinks food and have fun” Wanda responds

“The questioning is what are y'all doing here?” Harmony asks

“Shit y'all can’t be the only ones having fun!” Jerome comments

You hang back as the group merges and moves through the fair. You would integrate, often joining the discussion, but for the most part you kinda just chilled in the back and watched as the couples (Tasha/Franklin, Wanda/Leon, Harmony/Sean Louie/Jerome) cupcaked while the rest of you walked at a distance from them. 

“Girl Sean talking about making me his girl” Harmony comments as you two finally made it back to your rented out home 

“Oh nice!” you say removing your shoes

“You had fun tonight?” 

“Yea!” you smile 

“Good see it was fun” she says in a “i told you so” mocking tone 

“Yea yea whatever!” you wave her off before retreating to the kitchen. You two spend the night conversing before heading off to sleep. 

Life goes on and not much can be said about trying to survive and make it in a world that wouldn’t allow you to. 

“No,” you look at your cousin with a dead face

“WHYYY GIRL? COMME ONNNN” she begs

“Why do I” you point to your chest, “need to go? Tasha, Lashay, Bri, CiCi they are all going” 

“Because cousin, it's a christmas/new years party, damn you wanna be the only bitch in south central staying home on new years eve??”

“You know i don’t like crowds” you argue “and you know damn well that house is about to be packed” 

“When will you get to experience partying at a drug lords house again?” she counters 

“I would hope never Harmony”

She fake cries “come on girl pleaaassseee” she begs as she hugs you

“Harmony”

“Franklin said bring all your friends you know I cant show up without you” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you are part of the package” 

“Just go with the girls” should 

She turns you to face her “Y/N! why don’t you want to come?”

You sigh “i already told you!” 

She gives you a light push “Fine, be boring, have no social life, have no love life, just  survive, Work, school, home, bills thats it???” She throws her hands up when you give her a blanks stare in return 

You roll your eyes as she walks away. What she said got to you eventually, you didn’t want to only survive, you wanted to live just not around Saint and his men, it's like a body dropped every time he was around. 

You ponder for a few days before approaching her, what could hurt a one time party never to be mentioned again at least you could counter if she ever asked you to leave again. 

“Whats the dress code?” you ask as you stand by the kitchen counter 

“What?” She asks as she mixes the rice on the stove

“For this party” you clarify 

She turns to you with a stunned face, mouth a jar wide grin quickly taking over, “you coming?!!!” she asks softly, when you nod she screams and throws her arms around you “OH MY GOD!!!! AHHHH! YES GIRLLLL YESSSS WHAT MADE YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?”

“Okay calm down!”

“Sorry” she takes a deep breath “I’m just soo excited” 

“Yea yea whats the dress code i mean can i show up in jeans or?” 

“Jeans girl really?” you shrug “You can or you can get a nice pretty dress stand out, get your hair done, nails?”

“So dress up is the dress code?” 

She shrugged “he never said just you know dress nice”

“I can dress nice in jeans”

“In a dress!” she stresses

“Fine” you weren’t going to argue your way through this party 

“Ooh girl, I can't wait to go shopping, let me call the girls and then we can plan to go out together!” she comments before returning to the stove.  You groan already regretting agreeing to go to this party.

The night of the party approaches quickly and you feel your stomach doing flips, it was too late to tell Harmony you changed your mind, you two were looking for a parking spot in the neighborhood, it seemed like half of south central had already showed up to the party. 

You don’t even know how time flew by so quickly, one minute you're in the chair getting your hair done, next thing you're putting on your lipstick, perfume, shoes, now walking towards the door. Watching as people poured in and out of the party. 

The chilly LA evening weather was much appreciated as you were not trying to arrive at the house with a thin layer of sweat on your body. Not after you've primped and primed the entire day. 

“HEEEEYYYYY!”  Harmony greets as you two walk in 

“MY BABY IS HERE!” Sean yells on top of his lungs

You stand back as you watch them greet

“Y/N?” you hear your name 

You turn to face one of Franklin's men “I’ll take your coat”  

“Oh you shrug off your trench coat.”

“I missed you baby” you hear harmony whine in a baby voice you can’t help but laugh 

The house was sorta full, you could still see across the room and make faces you knew that wouldn't be the case in the next hour or so. You just know the party was bound to get shut down

You step further in securing the coat check in your clutch. 

“Hey”  you greet Franklin

“Glad you could make it Y/N” he greets giving you a half hug, you quickly inhale his cologne he smelled good you make a quick note to yourself 

“Thanks for the invite, we brought you this” you say handing him a gift bag

“Oh shit you didn’t have to” he smiles at you

You shrug “well my mama said never show up to a person's house empty handed you know” 

He nods “what yall get me?” He asks trying to move the tissue paper around 

“Oh uh really good wine” 

“Expensive wine”  Harmony adds

“And some Bourbon” 

“Expensive bourbon” 

“Okay Harmony!” you look at her incredulously causing Franklin to chuckle

She chuckles “I’m fucking with you girl but”  she turns to face Franklin, “my cousin went around turn looking for the best wine for you”

“Oh word?” he turns to face you a bright smile on his face 

You feel yourself getting flustered “No I just” you feel yourself blushing “It's a gift and I  like to give good gifts” you defend, you don’t even know why you were blushing 

“That's true you ever want a good gift you ask her she’ll find some good shit” 

You smile “I’m gonna say hi to the girls and boys”  you say walking away from them

“Awkward ass” Harmony comments causing Franklin and Sean to burst out laughing. You throw your middle finger at her and keep walking

It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to impress Franklin, it was just a gift. What would it look like showing up with cheap wine and liquor when you kept hearing about the thousands he was moving weekly.He would probably be offended, you heard about his temper. 

1 hour you say to yourself as you made your way around the room, thats it thats how long you were staying 1 hour. You eventually find a small group of girls to talk to, avoiding Harmony and the rest as they were either in the circle with Franklin or right near it, in the center of the house. When you turn to look at that area you catch a glimpse of Tasha on Franklin's lap, with a flash she gets up and other women take a seat on his lap, you shake your head internally before returning to the conversation. 

The next time you look down at your watch you realise 2 hours had passed. It was already past 11pm and you should have been home by now. 

You quickly chug the water you have been drinking, (you weren’t gonna take risks drinking and driving) you slowly push your way through the massive crowd avoiding anyone from that group spotting you. Unbeknownst to you Franklin had his eye on you the entire night. He watched as you stood in the corner and talked to the girls, then back to the kitchen, bathroom, he even saw you spill water on yourself, he smiled slightly before returning to his conversation, no matter where you were tonight he made sure his eyes were on you. 

At one point you two make eye contact but you smile and quickly look away. Plus the comment Harmony made awhile back about him looking at you a certain way had you nervous being around the man, you can’t explain it you just wanted to get out of South Central unscathed and gaining the attention of Franklin wasn’t a plan. 

“Yea I’m leaving,”  you chuckle nervously while handing them the coat check

“Damn before New Years? it's gonna happen in like 40 minutes” 

“I know but I kinda wanna start getting home before traffic you know” you explain 

You already knew Harmony was gonna be with Sean tonight at his place you begged her to go to his instead of ruining your night with their sexcapeds gladly for you she agreed

He nodded in response “Yea that makes sense, LA traffic can get crazy” 

“Yea it can” You open your clutch to pull your keys but find nothing, you frantically push things around to see nothing, your lip gloss, napkins, mints and your wallet

“Shit” you say to yourself as you think back to the night? Did you leave them in the car? Are they with Harmony? Did they drop and you didn’t hear them? Your mind races trying to trace back the night. 

“Here you go” he says handing you your coat 

“Thanks”  

“Leaving so soon?”  you hear close to your ear from behind you, 

You instinctively tilt your head away, “Huh?”  as you continue to check the pockets quickly turning around slowly

You release your breath as you feel the keys in your coat pocket, you look up and see Franklin looking down at you smiling

“FUCK!”  you curse internally  “Heyyy” you smile quickly turning to glance at where he was to see if anyone else noticed. It was so packed now you couldn’t see past the sea of bodies now

“Leaving so soon?” he asks again pulling his hands behind his back 

You giggle nervously “Oh yea I don’t wanna get stuck in LA traffic”

He tilts his head slightly confused “But you just got here” 

“No i got here 2 hours ago” 

“I didn’t even get the chance to talk to you tonight” You make a face, he chuckles in response “I’m saying i wanted to catch up with you” he shrugs “we ain't really talked since highschool” 

“Oh” you shrug “nothing much going on with me” 

He smirks “Nah you more interesting than that, I aint even get the chance to tell you look good tonight yet,” You look down at your semi formal sweetheart dress, you were actually glad you agreed to dress up as many women were and you didn't’ want to be the odd one out actually even Franklin was dressed up suit tie the whole shebang

“Oh” you smile “thank you Franklin, you look good too clean up nice” 

He removes the coat from your hands gently “how about you stay a little longer?” he bargains

You chuckle nervously this could not be happening “Noo” you reach for the jacket but he puts it behind his back. “Franklin!”  you scold 

He smiles looking at you “comeon girl you can’t leave right before new years!” he argues 

“I don’t like driving at night. You know how the cops are? And its new years too!?” You catch his eyes drifting lower to your cleavage before making their way up to yours. You use that to your advantage and reach around but he quickly moves the jacket the opposite way

“Franklin!” you look towards where he was seating in the center of the house and see a very ugly mug on Tasha’s face and the other women seemed to share the same sentiment glaring in your direction 

“Come on its" he looks down at his watch, "only 30 more minutes, that can’t hurt” 

“No! Plus looks like Tasha is gonna kill you” you comment

“Tasha?”  he looks at where you tilted your head

“Oh shit!” he laughs “I don’t care about Tee” 

You cross your arms on your chest “Aren't you two dating?” 

“No!” 

“Mmmm well you might not be but she believes you two are and I need my coat Franklin” you open your hand out for him to give it to you

“I’ll take you home” 

“No how are you gonna get back here plus it's your party don’t be ridiculous!” 

“RIdiculous?” He guffaws  “I'm not the one leaving a new years party 30 minutes before new years that's the point of the party!” 

You huff and look up at the ceiling. You need to find a solution. You would leave the coat but it has your keys! He moves closer smiling at how flustered you were getting (“I just wanna go home”) you think to yourself, this shouldn’t be happening he should be dating Tasha. Why isn’t he? Weren't they over each other at the fair and tonight? What was this some freakyshit they were into or what?

“What is it?” He asks softly bringing your attention back to him, that damn smile, those dimples, nope no Y/N you need to go home

“Franklin I would like to go home please” 

“Y/N I told you I’ll take you home” 

“What about Tee?”

“Tee can get a ride home, why you keep brining her up?”

“Franklin”

“I’ll take you home. I promise”

“When?” 

“Right after the celebration is over!” he smiles slyly 

You frown “No thats like at 6am!” 

He chuckles you caught on quick “No give me till 1am at least” 

You contemplate no way you were getting the coat back that was for sure

“Fine you promise?” 

“I promise ima get Dreads or Mikey to take you”  You scoff “what?”

You  reach around and snatch your coat shocking him in the process

“No you said you were gonna take me home so you needed to take me home not punt me off to your men” you complain as you throw on your coat quickly 

He smiles at your brattiness “okay okay i will” he reaches for you

You move away from him “Nope i’m going home goodnight Franklin!” 

He sighs, “can you at least let me know you made it home safe?” 

“Fine i’ll page Tee” 

He  groans and you chuckle, he bites his bottom lip as he watches you walk away defiantly 

[ourlovesdelusions]

the ultimate tayley fics masterlist

will be updating as more come out.

— long-form fics —

first thing to go

how i met your mother

this is me trying

the love you want by lunarfield

might've taken thirty years by @sparks9793

this is why i don't leave the house

los angeles by rosesiris2020

tour life

the meaning of flowers

sudden desire

painful reminder

in a rush

rewriting the future by thenewchicken

paper hearts by panic_switch

like any true love, it drives you crazy by @sillygoose375

patron saint by parameme

magnetic attraction by whycantitibereal

album of the year by tayloryorkyall

white ferrari

good grief by yelyahnicole

— one-shots, two-shots and compilations —

the one with the wedding by yours truly!

oh my love, i lied to you

'tis the damn season

taylor's version

the b-sides

love songs for taylor york by @sparks9793

lsfty: the subgramming

the bonus tracks

lsfty: the prompts

cause i've always wanted this

you can hear it in the silence by @sillygoose375

no use i just love you

what's all at once so crystal clear

oh, i'm falling in love

is it chill that you're in my head

i pretend you're mine all the damn time

i never needed to by @itstayloryorkyall

waking up in vegas

why we ever

running out of time

words

the grammys

prom

crystal clear

little trouble

off day by anonymous

of total devotion by lunarfield

decline to comment further by purelover

ping pong

i'm alright with a slowburn

i wanna make it crystal clear

big house

gasoline by laughterafter21

i'll take care of you by thenewchicken

the grammys

too far to go back now

winter movie day

soulmates

definitely not just a lover

play me something by carpoolkids

i won't let you fall away

revisiting the past by yelyahtaylor

smells like christmas

too good at fighting chemicals by gabreslas

petals for flowers by yelyahnicole

tayley drabbles by @yaylortorkyall

good grief by @dykelyah

her's

i'm sorry but are you single

what? by mariposa_13

hate mine, but love yours by @nvrcominghome

never felt this sensation

whatever happens, happens

hear me out

new beginnings by panic_switch

with open mouth by @ao3usermelancholyhues

reassemble it

threnody by tog

inevitability by camseydavis

birthdays by shan_shan_shaniali

in the middle of the night

jealous business

2 a.m. conversation with a bartender

watching listen to your heart

looks better on you by whoatemycupcakes

— some alternate universe fics —

baby tell yourself it ain't over yet by @sparks9793

inordinary

happy second chance or happy ending

franklin

she lives in a fairytale

[hihellogoodbyebruh]

WIP THURSDAY

Hi hi! I've never done one of these before, but I'm trying to be back in my writer bag so I wanted to just let everyone know what I have in the queue. Full disclosure, I did have a death in the family last week so I haven't written at all lately, BUT I do have a couple almost finished fics that I wanted to let ya'll know to be on the lookout for and I can know what you're most excited for.

Plus, I owe y'all a sneak peek too right? :)

Untitled - Tony Stark x Past Black!OC (Melanie Houghton), Tony x Black!Daughter (Nia)

Tony's daughter gets in trouble at school. Fluff piece mostly. warnings: microagressions/racism in school

Seduce - Angel Reyes x Black!Reader

Just a smutty drabble based on the Russ song of the same name. warnings: choking kink

Fall Slowly - Kane Hamilton x Black!Reader

Kane and Reader in a toxic ass relationship. Drabble based on the Joyner Lucas song of the same name. warnings: domestic violence

What's it Gonna Be? - Franklin Saint x Black!Plus Size Reader (nicknamed 'Cookie')

AU-Season 3, A tale as old as time. Girl likes boy. Other girl also likes boy. Boy likes one girl more than the other. Which girl is which? warnings: fatphobia, childhood bullying, canon violence (none of these are featured in the sneak peek)

Below the break is the aforementioned sneak peek. Thanks as always for the support. xo

Franklin just watched as you tried blowing the piece of hair out of your eyesight. He traced your forehead, down your nose, your juicy lips, and chin with his eyes. He could stare at you all day.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

You squinted at him, trying to gauge where he was coming from. “Don’t play with me, Frankie.”

“I’m not playing. You do know that, right?”

His eyes stayed on you and you tried maintaining eye contact as well but you soon felt overwhelmed so you looked away at the people skating.

Franklin wouldn’t let you hide so he gripped your chin to bring your attention back to him. “Right?”

You bit your lip before replying, “Of course I know that. Why are you saying it?”

“Cause I don’t think I’ve ever told you, and it needed to be said.” He answered, like it was the simplest thing in the world.

To him, it was.

Once again, he left you speechless. Your head tilted to the side as you studied him suspiciously “Well thanks, I think.”

“You think?” His eyebrow rose. Now he was the one confused by what you said.

You pursed your lips for a second before broaching the subject. “How’s Mel?”

“She’s aight I guess.” He shrugged, breaking eye contact with you and looking off to the side. His body language completely changed. “She’s leaving soon.”

“Hm. Pity.” You deadpanned, smacking his hand down so he wasn’t touching your face anymore.

“Cookie-” Franklin began but you cut him off.

“Save it.” You stood up to walk away when you were stopped by a warm hand on your stomach.

“Wait a second…” Franklin insisted, standing up the same moment you did. His fingers flexed on your stomach to keep you in place.

You both stood there quietly for a moment before your eyes went from his hand to his face. Your heads were close together with an inch of space between them. You wanted to kiss him. Declare your love for him. But all you could do was stare.

“Franklin?” A voice called out and you looked over his shoulder to see Mel standing there with skates in her hands. “I’m on my break.”

You smirked at Franklin and nodded your head towards Mel. “There go yo lil friend.” You raised an eyebrow at him challengingly.

[wide-nose-and-wonderful]

Summary: Pleasure would take a back seat, that and personal desires. Maybe in another life he could chase them. But it wasn't another life. Survival now depended upon caution and precision. Taking three bullets to the body gives a lot of time for reflection. In the midst of his recovery, Franklin Saint thinks back on his actions, and what it would mean going forward in the new world he created. 

A/N: This story came about because one of my readers requested a part 3 from me. I'm always grateful for any reader interaction and the fact that she enjoyed the character dynamic so much is why this came about. So this one is for you my fellow Sanitette! Thanks for putting the idea in my head. -Wide Nose 💙

DROPPING 11/21/2024!

[gregheiferly]

sweetpea you got me into trevor despite my closest knowledge about anythign from gta is saints row iv

anyway your fic was so hot i immediately looked at his picture and went from hes ugly :( to hes ugly 🤤 anyway now im on page 6 of ao3 trevor fics. so do you have any reccs???

IM NGL until i talked to my mutual dulce I genuinely had no idea gta even had a fandom! like to me it’s one of those games that like all my cousins n uncles play that is just shooting and silly manly boring stuff… but then again it’s a rockstar game so it’s no surprise it’s a lot more than that like omg.. i knew of it and esp knew of Franklin but i didn’t even knowww it had storymode 😭 I thought he was super ugly too but i think that adds to his charm… the fic I read was good wait let me rb this with the link gimme. A sec

[jazziejax]

They way I still see no Damson Idris/Franklin Saint fics ANYWHERE is insane. I’m surviving off nothing. I’m starving!!!!

[fckwritersblock]

REQUEST: OPEN!

Masterlist

Heyyyy!!! Welcome, super excited you want to make a request! But first, let me introduce myself.

I’m, Mo! Short for Monroe 🤙🏾

I am a black writer. I mainly write for African-American readers. There is a lack of that, inclusion, on Tumblr that I have found and I just want to be able to provide that for POC. Doesn’t mean you cannot make a request if you are not black, just that this is a safe space for me to put out my work that highlights black womenand also for other black readers to request. I will always specify for each one shot or series If the reader is black black reader or ‘neutral’ based on request.

Also, seeing as I write smut, it’s 18+ in these streets. There will be a warning when it’s included but that it. I’m also grown as fuck so I’m not about to warn people about language outside of… Right now. 

Fandoms I Write For:

Attack On Titan

Bridgerton

Snowfall

Solo Leveling

Marvel

Peaky Blinders

Harry Potter

Lovecraft Country

The Originals

Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina

Mayans

If there’s something that you don’t find on this list that you like to request, feel free to ask! If I’m up for a familiar with the show or movie I definitely will

Rules:

I’m really not asking for much. If you make a request all I ask is that you at least comment, like, and re-blog. Sharing is caring!

Also, if you’re not black, please state that you’d like a ‘neutral reader’ otherwise I will assume you are, and what I write when fulfilling said request wellwill be for a black reader.

Things I Do Not Write:

- Dark/Dom fics

- Specified and inappropriate/illegal age gaps. Example, an underage student and an adult teacher.

- Eating disorders, body image issues, depression , and abuse are all off the table

- Day to day activity ( ex: reader is sad, reader got their period, etc. )

- Character’s with characters. I only do reader exerts

- If there is something else that you may request that I don’t feel comfortable with, I will definitely tell you, they’ll be no hard feelings, and you’re free to request something else.

- gxg, male readers or bxb ( I feel like I’m trash at it since it’s not my personal experience)

If you’re OK with all those things feel free to send me a request!

[frank1nsaint]

Franklin Part 2.

Warnings: Use of curse words and N-word

After that day you spend a good amount of time trying to avoid Franklin and that was by simply not hanging out with Harmony. There was no way you could get tied up in Franklin not after you see how Melody turned out. It was like the man was a blackhole and everything seemed okay at one time and point until it didn’t and there was no going back. You keep your head down and only focus on the things that mattered, working, passing classes and getting the fuck outta south central. 

You hear a knock on your door, you put down the book and open the door not thinking twice. You instantly regret it seeing Franklin standing in front of you. 

“Hey!”  you greet 

“Hey Y/N” 

“Whats up? you need something Harmony’s not here” you hoped and prayed that's why he was here so he could quickly leave

“Nah I came to see you,” he looks around, making sure no one was watching 

“Oh why?” You ask 

“Can I come in?” He asks

“OH! Yea Yea!” you move back quickly “shit sorry” 

He smiles “it's cool” you watch him walk in he was tall, your 5’4 frame was nothing compared to his. And now that you had no heels on, the height difference was really apparent.  He also looked bigger?  Did he get swole in jail? 

“Sooo what's up?”  you comment wanting this to be over with as soon as possible. You hoped he wasn’t going to ask you to go on a drug run. Because no wasn’t an option for this man. 

“I came to see you, see how you doing” he commented sitting by the bar stool in the kitchen 

“Tasha know you here?” you ask wearily walking to the other side of the counter 

He scoffed “why would I tell Tee I'm coming here?”

“Because after that party we got into it, and i'm not trying to “steal her man” from up under her so does she? I should call her” you go to grab the phone

“Girl hang up that phone” he commands

“Franklin, why are you here?” you ask again 

“I just came to talk to you damn! is that a crime?” 

“It is if you have a girlfriend!” 

“I don’t, me and Tee aint a thing, never were never will be! Damn!” 

You look at him in disbelief “Doesn’t seem that way the way you two be all over each other”

“Nah she's all over me, don’t get it twisted” 

You roll your eyes “Whatever, what is it that I can get you Franklin?” 

He smiles “how you been? What’s been going on with you?” 

“Fine, how are you?” you answer curtly where was this conversation going, you hoped acting like a bitch would rub him the wrong way make him lose interest fast 

“I’m doing good now” You roll your eyes, he chuckles “Damn why you so cold?” 

“I’m not!” you roll your neck 

“You are to me you  be treating a nigga like I’m some beggar or shit!” 

“I don’t!” you counter offended you didn’t you just wanted him to find other interests 

“You do!” he argues 

“Franklin” you open the fridge and pull out the lemonade you made recently 

“Alright shit,” he throws his hands up “have dinner with me next weekend” 

You look at him before responding “no” 

“Why not?” 

“Because you and Ta..” 

He points his fingers at you “Don't you mention that girl!” he warns

You shrug “Okay well the answer still remains no”

“But why?” 

“Why do you wanna go out with me? We don't even hang out!” 

He smiles “You got a pretty smile, you smart as hell, there’s something about you and i wanna find out more” You give him a deadpan face, “come on what a guy gotta do to get you to go out with them?”  You shrug in response because you honestly didn’t know either “Come on please” 

“Here” you say handing him the lemonade

You look at him for a few moments still not saying anything weighing out your options, you could go out with him, and sabotage the date and then bam 

“Y/N” he calls you bringing you out of your thoughts

“Yeaaa” you respond happily that you have a solution to your problem 

“I would love to have dinner with you. May I please take you out to dinner?” 

You continue to look at him a smile starting to form on your face. “Hmm?”  He asks smiling 

You look up at the ceiling then him take in a deep breath “Sure” 

“That was it? I just had to ask you properly and shit” he asks in disbelief 

“No that wasn’t it” you weren’t going to tell him about testing  him seeing how he reacted to you saying no, a man like him you need to see if he had a hot temper,

He points behind him with his thumb “I just asked you out like a minute ago and you said no” 

“No” you leaned in  moving closer to his face “you commanded me to go out with you and i don’t do commands” 

“Yes ma'am” he whispered looking at your lips then back at you, biting his lip

You straighten up “I wanna be home before midnight!” you add

“Yes ma'am!” he grins

“Where are we going?” 

He stands up from his stool towering over you “Damn woman let me plan, i got this i'm a man after all!” 

“Okay, man”  

“I’ll be here by 7 we’ll have reservations for 8 you just worry about getting pretty for me” 

You roll your eyes “okay.” 

And bring that smile he says before opening the door to leave

You pull your lips in and nod trying to hide your smile. You hear him chuckle before leaving 

You can’t help but replay Harmony’s comment, you had to live your life, one way you were gonna do that was by sabotaging the entire thing and the worst could happen was that he thought you were boring which actually could be to your advantage that way the men stop bugging you and so would Harmony.

You don’t say anything to Harmony but she finds out anyway, which made you suspect that Franklin went running his mouth. 

“Why the fuck aint you tell me you and Franklin got a date?” she asks as she walks into the house

“Because I wanted to keep it private” 

She rolls her eyes, “we’re best friends why aint you tell me?” 

“Incase nothing came of this date you know like we decide to not date” you shrug

“Girl please” she rolls her eyes “and why wont it?” she takes a seat on the couch 

You shrug “I dont know i’m just saying plus i’m not trying to hear it from Tasha again” 

“You know damn well him and Tee didn’t have a thing”

“I know they fucked I know that and he was probably telling her the same shit he telling me now” 

“He’s not.” she says 

“How do you know?” 

“I just do, if he approached you like he did Tasha you would have slapped that nigga”

“Wowwww okayyyy anyway I’m not tryna deal with his mama either” 

She moves and sits next to you  and wraps her arm around you pulling you in “How about we focus on right now and not the future, why not enjoy the moment for what it is and not ruin it by thinking about a future that might not happen. Hmm? How that sound?” 

You sigh heavily “fine” 

“So what you got to wear? This is so exciting!” 

You shrug “i’ll find something” 

She gives you a pointed look “Please dress up” 

“I will” 

“Good cuz i know how you like your jeans and shit” 

You sigh “I will dress uuuup” 

“Good!” she smiles

You smile back, you had actually planned to dress up but she gave you a good idea. Instead of waiting till dinner to sabotage why not start as soon as he arrives. 

As planned Franklin showed up to your doorstep at 7pm  you were expecting him to be late,  you smirk to yourself, ready to carry out your plan.  

“Hey!” you greet him as you open the door, in your usual jean, tee, sneaker combo 

“Hey gorgeous!”  he looks at your attire  expecting you to be semi dressed “I got these for you" he says handing you the bouquet of flowers

“Okay Casanova” he laughs “thanks for these you didn’t have to” 

“I wanted to” you smile in response and proceed to place the flowers in a vase “You came from the store or something?”

“No why?” He looks you up and down, this time making it obvious that he was analyzing you 

“Here” you say handing him a glass of cold cola 

He looks down at his watch “we still got sometime”

“For what?” 

“Before we gotta leave for our date!” 

“Oh! Yeaaaa” you look down and do your best to hide your smile, “i cant wear this?”

“No! I got on slacks and a button down” He motions to himself

You try not to laugh “oh i have nothing to wear Franklin, you told me to dress nice, this is nice no?” 

He huffs “shit we can go to the mall” and he stops as he sees you trying to hide your smile “stop fucking playing with me and go change” 

“I have nothing Franklin” you say a grin on your face 

“Y/N I’m not fucking with you go change!” 

You roll your eyes “you’re no fun” 

“You got 30 minutes you better hurry up or i'm carrying you in the car no matter how you look” he warns 

“Sir yes sir!”

You quickly change into the dress you had picked out, do your hair, dab makeup on your face, put your heels on and spray your perfume. You smile to yourself before walking out your room 

“Okay I'm ready!" you say "with only 3 minutes to spare!” 

He looks up at you and smiles “you look good”

“Thank you sergeant” you salute 

You hear him groan and try to suppress your giggle. The rest of the night follows suit, you do your best to just irritate him to where he refuses to deal with you again. 

“I got a question for you?” 

“I’m ready” you comment as you two eat your sunday at Baskin Robbins (which y’all i looked into this 4 scoop ice cream 4 topping was only $2! Can’t even get a scoop now for $2. 😭)

“Why you trying to sabotage our date?” 

He shocked you that’s for sure you weren’t expecting him to catch on “What are you talking about?" you feign ignorance 

“You don't think I don’t know you tryna get under my skin?” 

“Is it working?” you dig your spoon into the ice cream

He scoffs "No, in fact it's making me wanna see this thing through just to annoy you!" he looks at you intensely. You chuckle nervously in response “Come on, tell me why you trying to sabotage this?” 

“I..” you blush “I don’t know Franklin, what if we are just too different” you look down at the sunday 

“How you figure? I like to read too shit, i like to stay to myself too!” he moves his head to get your eye contact  “hmm?” 

You look up and then towards him you open your mouth to say something but can't think of a good reason 

“Hmm?” He tilts his head

You shrug “I don’t really know your world, how could i be a good match? I mean like what if....”

He interrupts you “My world? What I do to make money has nothing to do with who I am in a romantic relationship” he states

You take in a spoon full of icecream to gather your thoughts “How do you figure?” 

“Because one is business one is personal” 

“And you dont think theres a potential conflict of interest?”

“How would there be?” 

“You’re not two people”

“Nah but i  do a damn good job compartmentalising  when i'm with you its just that you and me, shit you aint seen me check my pager once and when i leave you and go handle business then thats what im doing”  

You nod and  remain silent thinking his explanation through 

“What else you got?” he jokes grinning at you 

“I... mm-mm” you shake your head

He leans in “Why don't you just admit that you scared!” 

“I’m not!” you lean back 

“Girl!” He pulls his lips to the side giving you the side eye “You be avoiding me, looking away, hiding when we in a party, you be waving and disappearing like you don’t want me to talk to you” 

You pull in your lips, blushing, looking  away 

“What you scared for? You scared of me?”

“No," you look at him I’m not scared of you, if i was i wouldn’t be here”

“So what is it?” 

“I just don’t wanna get caught up in the wrong person or thing so i just find it easier to focus on school, working, and staying outta some shit” 

“So, you saying I’m the wrong person?” 

“No, i’m saying that..” you feel the panic rise

He chuckles “I’m fuckin’ wit’chu girl i get it”

You release a sigh of relief. 

“Thanks Franklin” you smile as you look up at him after opening the door. “I hope you had a good time”

He smiles “I did I wanna do it again, without you trying to sabotage” 

“We can discuss that” 

He smacks his lips “you gonna make me beg again?” 

“No i meant we can talk about when the next date would be”  you giggle

“Ahh cool cool.” you two remain silent as you look at each other he reaches over and rubs his hands up and down your arms “You got goosebumps” 

“Yea is a little chilly tonight and you should get going its late”

He smirks “let me find out you care”

You roll your eyes, you place your hands on his cheeks softly before pulling him down. You kiss each cheek, before his lips “goodnight Franklin” you whisper 

He returns a kiss to your  forehead “goodnight gorgeous” 

You watch him get in the car before closing the door. You can’t help but smile to yourself. Even though your plan to sabotage didn’t work out, you are glad you went out tonight. You feel giddy inside thinking about the night's events, how he held your hand, how he would bite his lip while you talked, how he stared at you. It felt like you were under a microscope from time to time, it all felt genuine.

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Lay Low.

Black!OC x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book ll: Ghost.

Summary: You worked as an off-the-books nurse at your parents' secret hospital, for criminals in Chicago, and discovered your former lover, Cane Tejada, bleeding in the lobby after fleeing from the NYPD for avenging his mother, Monet, by killing Noma.

WC: 3426k

Warnings: angst, praise, choking kink, blood, mention of violence, mention of murder, enemies to lovers, consensual for both parties, use of AAVE, use of the n-word, a stubborn Cane, oral(fem receiving) facesitting.

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Gabi wiped the crimson blood from the counter in circular motions with the dark green blood-stained washcloth, as her deep brown eyes flickering toward her mother standing behind the polished brown desk, pouring in the bucket, into that sink at the corner of the spacious back room. The four walls were painted in red with a few framed pictures, a closet in the corner and a cabinet.

"Shit, finally done," She mumbled to herself, watching the liquid spill down the drain.

A sudden thump on the carpet caused the brown-skinned woman to pause her cleaning, but she remained unperturbed. Clearly, another hotel guest had arrived just as the hospital hotel was about to close.

"Gabi! It's Cane Tejada, he's been shot by the cops!"

She hasn't come across that name since last year; Cane and Gabi were once old flamers but transitioned from enemies to ex-lovers. What she desired from Cane was merely sex, which occurred a few times in his hotel room until Gabi intervened.

Cane was hurt by it because he loved her deeply, Gabi was Cane's first love, as he would always he say.

Her umber brown skin shone under the ceiling lights while she sported a fitted black uniform that hugged her curves, the fabric slightly damp from the cleaning solution. Her brown box braids tied back in a ponytail, and her brown eyes sparkled with resolution.

Gabi sighed, washing her hands clean and then wiping them on the towel that hung on the rack next to the black sink. Her apron draped around her, tied in a bow neatly in the back.

"Why the hell did it have to be him? Why now?" She mumbled under her breath, looking up to the ceiling to ask God for answers.

Gabi was an off-the-books nurse in the bustling streets of Chicago, while her parents ran a undercover hospital disguised as a breakfast hotel for criminals, nestled in the middle of the silent cul-de-sac. It included a strong gate that led to a dark tunnel.

Her parents were secret spies in the agency and involved in former shady underground work, teaching their daughter Gabi the ways of their world and how it works, sure it had criminals but didn't accept unsavory characters.

Their expectations and the moral obscurity of their work weighed heavily but she had grown accustomed to the chaos. Bundles and bundles of files on the most dangerous criminals, old to recent, dead and alive.

It served as a haven for those who needed healing and a place to stay but couldn't risk stepping into a traditional medical building and where the cops could be called.

Cane, wanted by the NYPD after killing Noma in an act of revenge for his mom, Monet Tejada, he had a shootout with the police, and went on the run.

He received help from his ex-girlfriend Effie Morales, who provided him with her medical school savings to help him. His face was plastered all over the news, the cops were looking for him.

Chicago was his initial choice since he was familiar with Gabi, her parents Gavin and Gia, and the hospital that catered to individuals like him. It was the only location he felt secure and could reunite with Gabi.

As she stepped into the spacious lobby with its red and gold decor, a chandelier hovered over them, rushing her way toward the wounded male.

Gabi was met with the sight of Cane and his body sprawled onto the red carpet with a black duffle bag gripped in his clutch, his features twisted in pain.  Blood oozing from wounds in his side, until he weakly got up and slumped against the wall.

It struck a chord within her to see him like this, memories of their heated flings flooded her mind, she always knew that Cane was still the same, but trouble always find him.

"Honey! Come clean up this damn mess that this nigga made! It's Cane!" Gia yelled in a stern yet cautious tone, her voice echoing through the halls.

A tall male with brown skin in a fitted black uniform walked from his office named Gavin, sighing in irritation while carrying his cleaning supplies, stopping in front of the pool of blood on the carpet, spraying the stains off using a powerful cleaner, and suddenly it vanished. Resuming to get rid of the trail from inside then outside.

Gavin wiped his forehead, walked back inside and locked the door tightly. "They want suspect a thing, whew.." he sighed with relief.

"Damnit, why the hell did my daughter's boyfriend have to come here? We just had to buy this shit huh baby?" he complained with a narrowed gaze at Cane, while Cane shot him the same look.

Gia waved him off before kissing his cheek, "Oh sweetie, all that complaining you do and you know how much we make in this business hm?" she hummed in a "duh" tone, helping Cane up.

"Gia, I'm not complaining, I'm just saying, out of the places he could've took his ass to, he had to come here? Chicago? While the cops are hot on his tail for taking out Noma? For his mom, Monet Tejada.." Dad explained, taking off his gloves and throwing them away in the trash.

"He's hurt, Dad, he did it for his family, I'm sure that you would do the same shit if it was me or mom right?" She explained firmly, shrugging her shoulders while helping Cane up from the wall.

The room fell silent from what Gabi told him, even Cane didn't say anything. He only smirked at the sight of her father's jaw almost dropping. He made an unpleasant sound and shrugged his shoulders.

Gavin hummed sassily in response, "By the way Cane looks at you, it's somethin' more that for him, Cane don't break her heart or else I'll break you," he shot back, while Cane shot him a glare.

"Cane? What the fuck? Why did you come here, you're a wanted man and the cops could be.." Gabi trailed off, her voice in concern and urgency.

"Sss! Shit! I can't trust anyone else, and..you're the only one I know out here.." Cane rasped in pain, grabbing onto her waist, and pulling her close to him. making Gabi's heart skip a beat from his touch.

"You're so reckless, Cane. Do you want to get yourself killed?" Gabi retorted, her eyes locked with his intensely, frustration and concern.

"It was for my mom, Monet's gone now...but not today, not while I still have you," He shot back, a slight smirk on his face, trying to play off the pain.

The words made Gabi's pulse quicken as she looked into his eyes once more, behind that tough exterior was a man looking for someone to help him, care for him. His siblings Dru and Diana were on different paths now, leaving him alone.

"We need to get him stabilized, Mom you have the first aid kit? We need to take him to the first room on the first floor, lift Cane up on...one..two..three.." Gabi informed with a firm tone, grabbing onto his waist and standing up on her feet.

"Got it, easy now, Cane.." Gabi soothed in his ear, keeping her pace steady.

Together, they carefully lifted him, with both her mom and Gabi steadying him on their shoulders. Cane, his face lined with pain, he groaned softly as he struggled to regain his composure.

Her instincts kicked in, softening her expression as she reached out to help him. Gabi, sensing the urgency, hurried to his side, wrapping her arms around his waist and lifting him.

The trio moved swiftly through the hallways of the building, the sound of Cane's labored breathing and their boots thumping on the floors echoing in the air around them.

Finally, they halted in front of a stark white door, decorated with bold golden numbers: 101. In her mom's hand, the first aid kit felt like a lifeline as Gabi quickly fumbled with the lock, her fingers working deftly with urgency.

With a gentle push, the door creaked open, revealing the sterile yet welcoming interior beyond. They stepped inside, as he looked around the room.

The room had the same red and white decor, spacious, and clean as hell thanks to their janitor Sebastian, the women gently placed the man onto the bed on his back, and Cane grunted again. The women backed up for a second and her mom passed her the first aid kit.

"We already know about his on-the-run situation, we'll keep him here for the night but as your father, he has to pay for his nights here," Gia informed, a tone of seriousness, crossing her arms.

Cane grunted, his eyes flickering between the two women, passing his former lover the duffle bag, "I can pay for them, take it.." he gasped, trying to catch his breath.

Gabi rummaged through the first kit aid, pulling the antiseptic wipes and gauze. "Well, that's done and then hopefully you'll be out of here, always showing up at the worst times.."

"Guess I like keeping you on your toes," he smirked weakly, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes despite the pain.

Gabi passed the duffle bag to her mom, and Gia grabbed it from her daughter, smiling devilishly before unzipping the bag to look at the money.

"Mmh, just enough for five nights or maybe seven, stay as long as you like Cane, the cops won't be looking for you here," Her mom exclaimed to him, zipping the bag back.

Her mother finally stepped out of the room with the duffle bag in her hand, bidding farewell to the former lovers and closed the door with a soft click. Her steps thumping across the halls filling the buildings.

Gabi puts the gloves on and began cleaning his wounds and apply pressure properly, hearing him hiss in pain in respone and she grabbed the needle and threads, gently pushing it the small hole, tiying it tightly and neatly with skill.

"Hold still, this is gonna hurt like hell," Gabi mentioned to him, moving the needle as it pierced through his wounds, he grunted again while she did it gradually.

"You know that I missed you, right? I know that I fucked up by leaving and sho—" Cane said, but was cut off by the woman, breaking the silence in the room.

"Cane, I don't want to take a fucking trip down memory lane, okay? I'm getting you patched up and then you'll be on your way out.." Gabi scolded firmly, finishing the process of stitching his wounds and placing a fresh patch on his side.

Gabi rose from the chair, the soft creak of wood echoing as she carefully put back the tools into the first aid kit. Finality washed over her, preparing herself to leave and eager to distance herself from Cane.

"Goodnight, Cane, I'll see you later," She called out.

She placed the first aid kit on the brown polished with a decisive thud, but before she could make a beeline for the door. Cane reached out, gently grasping her wrist.

His face softened with care, loss and vulnerability until she snatched his wrist and pushed his hand away with more force than she intended.

"Wait...please, just stay a little longer," Cane called out, his voice softening with desperation.

Gabi shot back, eyes rolling. "You're just saying that, Cane. Don't you have a girlfriend? Effie, right?"

Cane's frustration bubbled over. "Gabi...you can't even begin to compare yourself to her. You're not her."

He shook his head, memories flooding back from the moment he'd left. He'd promised to return, but she hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake his feelings for Gabi.

"I'm fucking done with this, Cane! Why the hell did you come back?" Gabi exclaimed, her voice taut with emotion.

"But I'm not fucking done with this, Gabi! I came back for you! You were the first person on my mind when I thought I was taking my last breath!" Cane's voice rose with the weight of his truth.

Gabi turned to face him, her resolve hardening as she fought back tears. "What do you want from me? What do you really want?" she asked, her tone serious yet vulnerable.

"I want you. I want to be with you, and I'm not leaving Chicago anytime soon," Cane promised, sincerity etched across his face.

She sank onto the edge of the bed, her walls starting to crumble. "Do you really mean it this time? But the cops—"

Cane cut her off, urgency lacing his words. "I mean it, Gabi. Like your mom said, the cops won't even know I'm here. I'm safe, and I've got some extra cash I made on my way back."

"I love you, Gabi. Don't push me away again," he declared, his hand resting gently on her thigh.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too," she replied with a chuckle, her heart racing.

In an instant, he captured her lips in a fervent kiss, his hand sliding around her neck. The moment their mouths met, it was as if a dam had burst. The kiss deepened, her fingers gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he responded with equal passion.

But as Gabi leaned in, her knees pressed against his ribs, a sharp pain shot through him, causing him to break the kiss. She quickly shifted off his lap and sat beside him on the bed, creaking beneath them.

Cane glanced at her, his heart pounding, feeling the weight of the moment settle between them. "I'm not going anywhere," he vowed softly.

"Oh shit, I forgot about your stitches!" Gabi exclaimed, her eyes widening in concern.

Cane let out a low, gravelly laugh, "No worries, I can handle a little pain for you," he said, his tone teasing yet darkly playful.

Gabi turned her attention to the dresser, a grin spreading across her face. "Alright, let's see... we definitely need a condom," she chimed, her voice light.

As she rummaged through the drawers. With a dramatic flourish, she pulled out a fresh pack, her face lit up with a smirk. "Found it! Now, where were we?"

Cane grabbed her hand gently again, smirking at her, "Sit on my face instead, we don't need it, Come here," He called out, pulling her closer.

Gabi rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Let's see if you can make me feel good, don't just make me cum," she challenged, pulling down her panties and pants.

With a swift motion, she climbed onto his lap, straddling him and her knees rested between his head. He fell in love with the way she hovered over him, his arms instinctively found her thighs, his tongue flickered into her clit.

"Oh my...Cane.." Gabi gasped, her breath hitching as Cane's tongue traced shapes along her wet folds. The familiar heat spread through her body.

"Fuck, you've gotten..so good.." she breathed out, her hands held onto the headboard tight. Her hips rolled onto his face, watching him work his magic on her.

Cane smirked against her, the vibrations sent shivers down her spine. "Only for you, baby, let me hear you.." he mumbled, French kissing her clit and folds at the same time, gathering up her wetness with his tongue. Feeling every tingling sensation making her body shake.

"Shit! Cane!" she screamed, her legs clamping around his face as he moaned in appreciation. Removing his fingers, Cane replaced them with his tongue, working his way up and down her folds. "Taste so fucking good, I missed you.." he groaned deeply, in a trace from the way she creamed and screamed his name without warning.

Words couldn't explain how much they missed each other, but this would suffice for both of them. "I..missed you too..." she moaned softly, pushing her hips further and threw her head back.

Her legs were sore and twitching in her lover's grasp, unprepared for the knot that suddenly curled up in her stomach. "Cumming.." she mewled while his fingers dug into her brown skin, feeling everything all at once.

Her juices splattered onto his face, but Cane quickly cleaned up the mess with his tongue. Smirking at her dazed look, he knew he had just given her an unforgettable experience.

Gabi collapsed beside him, panting heavily and her chest rising, falling. Their bodies lay side by side and she sat up from the bed, pulling her panties and panties before kissing his lips.

"Goodnight baby," she giggled and stepped out of the room.

He loved every sound she made, every expression of pleasure, and her moans only grew louder as he pleasured her.

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The morning arrived rather quickly, with Gabi in the same place that she worked in before her stomach growled from the scent of breakfast food in the area of the building.

She had spent the early hours cleaning the back room, her mind still racing from the events of the previous night.

Each memory of Cane's touch sent a thrill through her, but she pushed those thoughts aside as she made her way to the breakfast area.

The aroma of brewed coffee and buttery soft pancakes greeted her once she entered the spacious room, Gabi quickly grabbed a white porcelain plate and began to load it with scrambled eggs, fluffy waffles, and a colorful cup of mixed fruit.

Hearing soft chatter and clinking of utensils in the room, she grabbed a cup of apple juice and turned around to see her boyfriend Cane and her mom, Gia. As she approached the table, Gabi's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Cane sitting across from her mother, a relaxed smile on his face. He looked different this morning—more at ease, little less haunted than the night before.

"Good morning, baby girl," Cane greeted, a playful glint in his eye as he caught her gaze.

"Morning," Gabi replied, her cheeks warming as she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss against his lips.

"Look at you two, you're just the cutest. I'm so glad you two are back together, it's been too long," Gia chimed in, her voice light and teasing.

Gabi pulled back from Cane, rolling her eyes playfully at her mother. "Mom, come on. It's only been a night," she laughed, settling into the chair next to Cane.

"Yeah, well, sometimes it just takes a night to realize what you really want," Gia shot back, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Cane chuckled, reaching out to take Gabi's hand in his, his thumb stroking her palm gently. "She's got a point, you know," he said, giving her a sidelong glance. "Last night was...amazing.."

Gabi felt her heart race at his words, the memory of their passionate moments flooding back. "Let's not get carried away," she said with a smirk, taking a bite of her eggs and trying to keep her composure.

"Oh, please! If I had a dime for every time I saw you two together, I'd be rich," Gia teased, her laughter infectious.

Gabi shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "You're ridiculous, Mom."

Cane leaned closer to Gabi, whispering in her ear, "I kind of like being ridiculous with you."

Gabi's breath caught in her throat, and she shot him a playful glare. "You better behave at the breakfast table," she warned, but there was a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Can't make any promises," he replied, his voice low and smooth, making her heart flutter again.

As they ate breakfast and resumed their conversations despite the chaos of the night before, for the first time in a while, Gabi felt normalcy.

Hoping that whatever leads ahead, Cane would be ready and make it alive in the end. And nothing else mattered, only the two of them.

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