#like please stop distracting this child from finishing her fucking homework and go piss

[servospawn]

idk why the sims in this game act so stupid. even with all my mods everyone acts like they don't know what they're suppose to be doing or interrupting each other during tasks.

[bakubros-boo-thang]

Disrespected Devil

Wordcount: -4K

Lucifer x F!Reader

Summary: When you disrespect the demon king, Lucifer is forced to say goodbye to you.

Genre: Angst, smutt, slight fluff, but tbh just angst

A/N: So another first. Not only my first time writing for the Obey me fandom (I have a major Obey me brain rot), but also my first time writing angst and I felt depressed after finishing this (which I did a second ago). I love Diavolo, but I needed a reason for the goodbye to happen so even if his dad is the villain, he is the one to execute it... Hope you enjoy this story.

Warning: NSFW, mentioning of being paralyzed I guess.

‘’What’s with Luci today?’’ ‘’He looks more pissed of than usual…’’ ‘’He probably listened to classical music too long and forgot his homework.’’ ‘’Lucifer forgetting his homework will never happen, but if it did he would look like this.’’ Hearing all those whispers during dinner time is nothing new for you. Tonight is different though. You know why he’s mad and you know who’s the blame. But it’s not as if you don’t have a reason to be just as upset. As dinner slowly ends you know there is only a small gap to avoid a situation. ‘’Beel, how about we go bake something for later this evening?’’ You say, as you cling onto the huge redhead. You know that food is a trigger and you know that this is the way to hide from HIM. ‘’Alright, sounds delicious!’’ He doesn’t seem to notice the way you hold onto him for dear life and the same goes for the others. Clearly, they’ve gotten so used to you that it’s not even necessary to be by your side 24/7. It’s not as if they know tonight will be the last time they see you. It’s a small moment of weakness and you feel your heart clench by the thought of leaving those boys. It’s enough to make you lose your grip on Beel's arm. Enough to bend over, because it physically hurts to leave them behind and enough for Lucifer to finally notice you and come to your aid. ‘’Beel, I think she ate something wrong. No cake tonight, I will see her to her room.’’

And with that, he scoops you up and takes you upstairs. Of course, your room is not an option. It’s way too close to the other rooms. No place to yell. No, Lucifer’s room is soundproof. Made for his nights spent with loud classical music and also made for the occasional screaming match with one of his brothers. As he enters the room, he carefully puts you down on his bed. ‘’Are you feeling alright, Y/n?’’ He says as he lays his palm against your forehead. The feeling of sadness is gone, already replaced by nerves. You know what’s coming. You know you won’t hold back. Will this be your last fight with Lucifer? The question never makes it to the surface, because the moment you nod your head in ensurement, Lucifer opens his mouth. ‘’Good, because you have no idea how foolish you acted today.’’  As mentioned before this room reminds you of the occasional screaming matches he must’ve had with his brothers, but never with you. Pissing Lucifer off is easy. You’ve done that plenty of times. Even made him show his true form, but making him scream, that is something you never achieved. Still, it is worth the try. Tonight is your last chance. As you get up you take a look at his face. What faces you is the cold expression he usually shows when he’s done with someone’s bullshit. The expression you have already mirrored back to him. ‘’So you are going to ignore me?’’ I’m not going to answer him. ‘’Are you serious?’’ I am not going to say a word. ‘’Should I spell out what you did?’’ Don’t say a thing. ‘’You just signed your death certificate.’’ His voice cracks and even though it’s far from the scream you aimed for. It’s still the first sign of emotion from the man you care about so much. ‘’Diavolo didn’t seem upset by what I said?!’’ You can’t help but talk louder. especially after being silent for the past few minutes. ‘’ As if he is going to kill me? ME?! And ruin the bonds that are being formed with the humans?’’

You can feel the tears in your eyes, this fight might’ve been about you being disrespectful in some way, but for you it was different. All this time getting closer with all the brothers. All this time loving them. All this time being there for them. It made you realize that the only one who made it difficult was him. With every step getting closer to each other; there were always a few steps back. An obsession with keeping up appearance, an obsession over a promise he would keep no matter what, an obsession with being a stuck-up asshole; That was Lucifer in a nutshell for you. And still, you couldn’t help being drawn to him. As a moth drawn to a flame. Even when the flame could easily kill the moth. Just as easily Lucifer could kill you. And it’s not as if he hadn’t tried that before. ‘’Y/n, You disrespected his father. I had to bargain for you to even leave the castle. The first time I trusted you enough to take you with me alone. And this is how you behave? You know what he wanted to do to Belphegor…’’ You know this story is his weakness. The reason he ended up becoming the lapdog of his so-called best friend. Still, it only makes you more upset to hear him say it. Even when you can hear the slightest hint of emotion in his voice; his eyes stay just as cold as usual. ‘’He is your best friend, isn’t he? He is my friend too, right? You always do this Lucifer! You always get mad over things and it never solves anything. You get mad at me for having fun. You get mad at me for trying to help. You get mad at me for trying to get closer to you. You don’t share things with me! Maybe Diavolo should’ve locked me up. Might as well get myself killed; it’s not as if you never tried to kill me…’’ Your voice is loud as you speak, but his silence is louder. He just stares at you and then it happens.

It’s not that you’re scared you’ve seen his true form before. It’s just as beautiful as him, but it’s also something that happens when he’s full of rage, just as that one time he tried to kill you. You can feel yourself freeze under his gaze. You can feel yourself moving away from him until you reach the headboard of his bed. Still, he moves closer. Until his lips are inches away from your ears. No screams, only whispers; what a way to say goodbye. ‘’DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF WHAT IS EVEN GOING ON?!’’ You are so shocked by the volume of his voice, the bass it carries, that it takes some time to realize he has more to say. Your ear is beeping as he moves his lips away and locks his gaze onto you. ‘’DIAVOLO IS NOT THE FUCKING PROBLEM, Y/N, HIS DAD IS. YOU INSULTED THE KING OF DEVILDOM IN FRONT OF HIS SON AND MULTIPLE WITNESSES. DIAVOLO CAN’T DO SHIT ABOUT THAT.’’ Only now do you notice the way his hands are gripping your arms; The way his expression has changed from cold to almost desperate. ‘’That guy has only been able to do what his dad wanted. Our friendship is real, but if his father told him to kill me, he would do it without hesitation. Do you really think he would think twice about killing you? IF HE WOULD KILL ME -HIS BEST FRIEND- IN AN INSTANT?” You notice the tears in his eyes. Lucifer is screaming and crying, but this isn’t a win. Before your heart breaks again, his arms are around you and his face is hidden in your neck, but that doesn’t stop the words. ‘’I had to send you away. I had to be cold. They know I care about you, but not to this extent. I had to pretend it was for the sake of the bonds. After you left I had to beg on my knees for your survival. I had to beg. The avatar of pride begged someone on his knees. It was all Lillith over again…’’

There is nothing you can say to fix this. It might’ve slipped your mind while you were there. But you were surrounded by royalty. What might’ve seemed innocent for you, was clearly a lot for them and now you had to leave everyone you loved behind. You can feel the tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry Luci, I truly am.” It won’t help, but it’s the least you can say as you look up into his eyes. He is still in his true form, but even with his wings all spread out, he has never looked more vulnerable. There is a sad smile on his lips as he caresses your cheek. “I know you are, you fool.” He says with no trace of the rage he had before. “ I don't want to leave you all…I don't want to leave you!” You know that you sound like a small child that already knows he lost and that’s exactly what you feel like. “It’s too late for that now, Y/n. Diavolo gave me tonight to say my goodbyes.”  You try to distract yourself by focusing on his raven colored wings. “So that means I can’t say goodbye to the rest…”  The pain is back. Never being a fool with Mammon, never dressing up with Levi, doing make-up with Asmo, reading books with Satan, eating with Beel or sleeping with Belphie.  You can’t help but grab your chest again. “Are you okay?” Lucifer is supporting you within seconds as he asks the question. “No I’m not, but atleast I get to say goodbye to you.”  And as you look up he leans in and gives you a tiny peck on the lips. “I’ve wanted to do that for quite some time.” He lets out. You can’t help but smile as you pull him back towards you. “Let's make it a proper goodbye then.” You whisper as you pull him back to your lips.

It’s not like it’s your first kiss with Lucifer, but it’s the last and that’s what makes it so much more special. It’s the combination of mutual sadness and desperation, the hint of rage still brewing somewhere deep inside the both of you. He knows your body, the way it will arch when he pushes you all the way down onto the bed. The tiny gasps when he starts kissing your neck. The way you look away when he starts kissing all the way down your body. ‘’Please keep looking at me, dear. I want you to see how much I am going to miss you.’’ It’s enough to make your heart flutter, the way he starts to attack your core with his tongue right away. It’s obvious he is in a hurry, but even with all the sadness, it’s the best way there is. You can’t help your moans; You’re lucky his room is soundproof. He’s fast, maybe too fast, but with everything that’s going on, it’s the best you can get. And that’s what it is. The best, because within a few minutes you can feel yourself starting to reach that point. The knot in your stomach tightens. your hands end up in his hair and with one loud moan, you erupt around him.

‘’I know that Mammon claims he was your first… in multiple ways… and not to discredit my brother, but I intend to be your last in all of them.’’  He says as he looks at you while he licks his lips. Him saying those words, the way he just made you lose your mind. It feels good, after all the fighting, teasing, kisses and losses , you’re with the man you love. You don’t want to ruin the mood. You’re really trying, but the moment you hear yourself thinking about loving him, about leaving him, about leaving his brothers, you just break. The tears start to form in your eyes and as you try to wipe them away you feel something on your arms. Lucifer. His eyes are cold again as he moves up to face you. ‘’Don’t hide your tears. I am just as sad.’’ He takes a long look at you, lets out a sign, and lays next to you as he caresses your back. ‘’I don’t want to play the ‘’Who has it worse’’ game, truly, I don’t want to, but in all the years I’ve been in heaven and hell, you’re the first human to have ever make my blood boil. Both from nerves and anger nonetheless, but losing you. Losing the one that made my family whole, the one that makes me feel all these emotions, the one that I love, hurts.’’ You can’t help but raise your brow. when he notices your expression he lets out a laugh.

You feel his hand grab your chin and suddenly your lips are only inches apart. ‘’I know you love me, Y/n. I’ve always known. Falling for you, was what surprised me.’’ You can’t help, but roll your eyes at him. Trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your back. The way it slowly moves it’s way to your hips. ‘’You know I do love all your brothers quite a lot too…’’ You say with all the confidence you have left. ‘’I know you do, but still I am the one that has you laying here. Practically begging for more.’’ He let’s out a chuckle as he pulls you closer. ‘’Let’s end this conversation, there’s not enough time.’’ And with that he’s on top of you. You know there isn’t much time, but when he starts to unbotton his shirt it’s as if time slows down. Of course he notices your looks and can’t help to give you a sly smirk. ‘’Don’t worry your next.’’ Is all he says as he takes his shirt off and starts tugging on yours. After your shirt is taken off he takes a look at your body and all you see is adoration on his face. ‘’I want to see all of you.’’ It makes your body flutter. ‘’You’re absolutely breathtaking.’’ He whispers. All this praise makes you feel weak. You try to grab his face, but as you put your arms up they fall down. You feel weak. Not because of his words, but something else. You see Lucifers expression change, the adorations is switched to concern, then back to concentration and before you know it he scoops you in his arms and makes you straddle him.

He’s looking at you, but not really. Obviously talking to himself. ‘’He wanted to be sure…’’ And as he says it he’s back. Back to giving you a sad smile. ‘’What’s going on?’’ Is all you let out. Is all you can let out, as you feel your body weighing more and more. He notices you getting weaker, making sure your settled between him and the headboard of the bed, before he speaks again. ‘’I think it’s time… Barbatos must’ve cast a spell… something that gave us a time limit. The probably knew it would be hard saying my goodbyes to you. Now I’m forced to make haste, just to make sure you’re safe.’’ You can’t even respond. You can move, but barely and all you can do is watch as Lucifer grabs his shirt. As he moves away from you, you’re sure of it. No this is not the way we’re going to say our goodbyes. It needs to be on our terms. Of course those words never leave your lips, but with all the power you have you reach out to him and as he looks back you let out a: ‘’No...not like this.’’ And maybe it’s the few words you’ve spoken, or the way your arm is trembling from all the power it takes to hold on to him, but he crawls back to you. His face is right above yours and if it’s not your eyes making it obvious what you want, you’re mouth will do. ‘’Take me…’’ It’s not a lot of words, but with the face you’re making and the fact that you guys were just in the middle of it, it doesn’t take much guessing. You can see that he’s thinking about it, obviously worried for you, but you can see his eyes change the moment it clicks.

His wings ar still there and you wished you could touch them, feel them one last time, but you should be lucky by what you can still get.’’I used to be a rebel, so why not know.’’ He laughs quietly before he lays you flat on your back.  ‘’I’m going to take care of you my love, promise me to let me know when it’s too much or when you want to stop.’’ You nod your head and you know that your eyes tell him all he needs to know. How bad you want him, how even when you were able to just talk normally, you would want this goodbye to be said only in silence. His body is hovering over yours, his hand touching your neck, giving you goosebumps. ‘’Does this feel nice?’’ he whispers as his hands move towards your breasts. You can only let out a tiny gasp and that tells him enough. ‘’I wish we had more time…’’ Is all he says as his finger enters your core. The moan that escapes you is loader then the both of you would’ve expected. As he continues to stretch you out with one hand, his other starts to prep his cock. ‘’Wish I could… do that for you.’’ You manage to say. You can’t keep your eyes from him. The way he’s hovering over you. His finger inside of you and the way you can’t do anything except for your stares, moans and gasps. ‘’All I want is to feel you right now, my love.’’

And with that he places the tip right in front of your entrance. He makes sure your faces are only inches apart and as he slowly slides into you, his arms make there way to your sides. He’s holding you as he bottoms out in you and the only thing you can do is let out a long moan. He starts moving slowly, tender, putting all his love in every trust. He’s the only one speaking from time to time. ‘’I love you’s’’ and ‘’You feel so good’ s’’ are filling the room. All that praise, all the love in his eyes. The fact that he’s not only literally hitting all your spots, but also the spots in your mind, is what does it for you. You feel yourself unravel under him. You’re so close, that you start to tear up. Your eyes are filled with tears, mostly because of how good this feels, the fact that you’re making love on stolen time, but also because the time is probably running out soon. Lucifer never increases his speed. When he notices your tears he quickly wipes them away and as his hand caresses your swollen cheek he whispers:  Don’t cry, my love, let us enjoy these last moments.’’ And just as he is about to give you a kiss on the lips you whisper a soft ‘’Love you Lucifer.’’ You notice his eyes being red as well and it’s devastating, but it feels so good. the way he keeps a steady pace has you reaching your peak and these final ‘’I love you’s’’, the final kisses is all you need to feel yourself tightening around him. He’s close too, because the moment he feels you tighten around his cock he gives you one firmer stroke and that’s all he needs to cum inside of you. He falls next to you and quickly takes you in his arms. ‘’I wish we could stay like this forever. I would sell my soul… but I guess in some way my soul has already been sold.’’ And all you can do is give him a sad smile before your eyes close.

Lucifer knew that it was time. You were starting to feel cold, too cold. After putting on some clothes and making sure you were fully clothed, he grabbed the coin Barbatos had given him. ‘’Use this before the time runs out.’’ So he had warned him for the curse. He knew he couldn’t be mad at his friends. He couldn’t be mad at you, he could only blame himself. He had shown his weakness by loving you. But you loved his brothers, loved him, despite all he stood for, without any shame. And even with the way it felt like he was going to lose you forever, it still meant the world he had the honor of getting to know you. The moment the coin was thrown a portal started to form and as he grabbed your cold body the darkness swallowed the two of you. As he opened his eyes he saw nothing, but darkness. It took a few minutes to notice that he was in a room. It must’ve been yours, because he noticed a picture of you next to a bed. He was going to take the picture, he was a rebel after all. As he tucked you in, he was at a loss for words. So all he could do was give you one last kiss on the forehead. Not being able to stop the tears falling from his eyes. ‘’Goodbye, my love…’’ and as the darkness was about to swallow him, he couldn’t help but leave one more thing behind. A raven feather, just for good measure. Returning to the Devildom was going to be almost as hard as leaving you here. He was once again going to be the villain in yet another story… the story of how he lost you.

You wake up to sunlight. Too much of it. Why aren’t your curtains closed? Wait, you have to get out of bed, it’s your turn to cook for everyone. Everyone? You live by yourself… right? It feels like you had a weird dream, but you can’t remember it. All you feel is sadness. As if you’ve lost something or someone important. The pain hits you so hard that the moment you try to stand your legs give out and you lay on the ground as tears fill your eyes. It hurts, but you don’t know why. As your hands try to find some grip to get up, you feel something soft. A feather. A raven black feather. It’s weird, but it feels comforting. Before you can help yourself, your lips are already on it and even when you should be grossed out by it, you plan to cherish the little trinket...

[citrusdarling7]

jealously

summary- Tom Riddle becomes jealous of reader’s boyfriend and decides to take matters into his own hands

warnings- smut, cheating, degrading, edging, and a bit of light choking. dom! tom, sub! reader

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I’ve never been much of a morning person, but for some reason I was up early today. I knew that I had a potions essay due tomorrow, and I was behind on it. Still in my silky nightgown, I assumed no one else would be in the common room. To my surprise, Abraxas was sitting in front of the fireplace. I smiled and tip-toed over to him, wrapping my arms around his chest from behind him. He squeezed one of my hands gently, acknowledging my presence.

“Darling, why are you up? It’s barely 5 am,” he told me softly. I rolled my eyes and swiveled around the couch so I could sit down next to him.

“I should be asking you the same thing, Malfoy. Oh my God, what happened to your face?” Even in the dim lighting of the Slytherin common room, I could see the dark purple bruises around one of his eyes. I gently reached up to try and touch him, but he turned his face to the side.

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Did you sleep well?” He tried to change the subject, but I didn’t let up.

“Brax, what the hell happened? Please tell me that the other guy looks worse,” I said while positioning myself closer to him. I gently ran a finger along his jawline in a comforting gesture. I could smell his sage wood cologne, which I absolutely adored.

“Truthfully darling, I think I’m lucky I walked away without him cursing me. He was absolutely livid after you left.”

Of course. I was such an idiot. Tom had done this to him.

Late last night, Abraxas and I were kissing in the corridor when we decided we wanted to go somewhere more private. Abraxas knows how to find the Room of Requirement, and he dragged me inside, still kissing my neck and holding onto my waist. Unfortunately for us, all of the other 6th year Slytherin boys were already there, brewing some type of illegal potion. Not only had Abraxas forgotten he was supposed to meet with them that night, but he had also exposed me to what was happening.

Although some people would believe so, I’m not naive to what goes on in this school. I know about Tom and his pursuits in dark magic. I know about their constant fights with those Gryffindors who all wear that one lion pin. But Tom seemed to believe that I had no prior knowledge of these secret meetings, and he instantly started yelling at us.

“Malfoy, you idiot! You are not supposed to bring back girls to this room, and certainly not when we’re in the middle of illicit activities!”

Rosier and Avery were still sitting by the cauldron, doing nothing to help the situation. I stepped away from Abraxas and turned towards Tom.

“Calm down, Riddle. You and your superiority complex need to learn that not everyone’s life revolves around yours,” I spat at him. Tom took a step closer to me, and I instinctively reached to pull out my wand. Before I had a chance to, I felt the back of my head being slammed against the wall, Tom’s hand gripping my throat tightly. Abraxas and Rosier both shouted for Tom to let go of me, but I just smiled. I stared him down, letting him know that I wasn’t afraid of him.

“You’re not allowed to speak to me that way,” he growled.

“I can speak to you any way I want Tommy.” His eyes looked as if he wanted to strangle me, but I saw the trace of a smile play across his lips. He abruptly let go of me and turned towards Abraxas.

“You need to keep your girlfriend under control. Get out of here.” Abraxas quickly grabbed my hand and started to pull me towards the door.

“Not you, Malfoy. Your presence is still required here.” I opened my mouth to tell him off again, but Abraxas quickly shook his head.

“Go back to the common room, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?” I reluctantly sighed, but figured that I shouldn’t piss Tom off even more. I should have known that Tom would still be angry with Abraxas.

Flashing back to present time, I turned around to look towards the boys dormitories. Abraxas could tell what I was thinking, so he gently squeezed my hand.

“Leave it alone, dearest. He was fine the rest of the night, confronting him will just make him mad again. I don’t want you to get hurt, my love.”

I’m not one to back down easily, and I constantly let my temper get the best of me. But Abraxas’ soft touch against my leg and heart-felt words relaxed me a bit.

“Alright. I won’t say anything. Have you done Slughorn’s essay yet?”

We spent the next hour or so alone in the common room, trying to hastily finish up homework. By the time that others started waking up, I was sitting in his lap, my hands in his hair as we kissed passionately.

“You two are disgusting. 20 points from Slytherin,” a cold voice said. I rolled my eyes and gave Abraxas a quick peck on the lips before sliding off of him and back onto the couch. Tom was Head Boy, and he had no problem with taking points from his own house. He had a lot of nerve as well. Almost every single night I watched him drag some girl into his room. She always left limping a few hours later, and Tom never spoke to her again.

“Put some clothes on. You’re dressed like a whore,” he spat at me. I scoffed at him, but got up to head back to my room anyways. As I slipped on my school robes and brushed out my hair, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tom.

The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I managed to get through all of my classes without speaking a word to Tom. After watching the Slytherin quidditch team practice while gossiping with Lestrange, I sat with Rosier and Abraxas in the common room. Rosier made me play chess with him, beating me every single time. This was strange, since I considered myself an excellent chess player. I guess I was just a little distracted. Abraxas excused himself to his dorm room, saying that he had a ton of homework to do. He gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek before leaving.

“Something on your mind?” Rosier asked me. I sighed and slumped down in my chair.

“I don’t know. I guess I’m still kind of upset about what happened with Tom. Why do you guys let him treat you all so awfully?”

“It’s not as simple as that. Being friends with Riddle has advantages and disadvantages. The occasional hex or punch to the face isn’t much of a price to pay.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

“One of these days I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch,” I said with a grin. Rosier chuckled and patted my arm.

“Good luck with that.”

A few hours later I was lying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I had been trying desperately to fall asleep. But something was still on the back of my mind, and that something was preventing me from being able to relax. I let out a sigh and rolled out of bed. I slipped out of my room and quietly walked down the stairs, into the common room. I then made my way up the stairs leading to the boys dormitory. I took a deep breath before knocking on the door at the end of the hallway. He opened the door, and my nostrils were instantly filled with the smell of smoke. Tom stood inches away from me, still in his school uniform. He was holding a lit cigarette between his fingers.

“Did you need something, sweetheart?” I rolled my eyes at his stupid pet-name.

“You are absolutely insane, Riddle! You walk around this damn school like you own the place, and I’m sick of it.” He smiled and offered out his arm to me.

“If you’re going to yell at me, then you might as well do it behind closed doors,” he offered. I didn’t take his hand, but I did step inside and let him shut the door behind me. Since he was Head Boy, his room was bigger than all of ours. I could see that his window was open, probably because of the smoke. His bed had black silky sheets adorning it, and I could see all of the books on his desk were neatly stacked. His box of cigarettes was laying on his nightstand.

“So did you come here just to tell me off or did you want a smoke as well?” he taunted.

I turned around to face him again.

“I want you to stop hitting my boyfriend. And the rest of the boys. You have to learn how to respect others.” He chuckled darkly while taking a step towards me.

“Darling, that’s a pretty demanding request. My respect has to be earned.” In an attempt to look more confident, I crossed my arms across my chest.

“You’re such a child, Tom. I don’t know why you think that everyone worships you!” I shouted at him. He quickly wrapped his free hand around my neck and pushed me against the wall. He flicked his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.

“That’s because everyone does. Everyone except you it seems.” I don’t know why Tom had this constant need to slam me up against the wall and choke me. It didn’t make me afraid of his dumbass.

Honestly, it was kind of hot. He brought his other hand up to my face and he touched my cheek softly.

“Did you and Malfoy ever finish what you started yesterday?” It took me a moment to realize that he was asking if we had fucked.

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped at him. He tightened his grip on my throat and used one of his legs to pin down mine.

“Answer my question.”

“No, I haven’t slept with him. Why do you care?” Tom brought his head down to my neck and whispered into my ear.

“Because I’m not into sloppy seconds.” Before I had a chance to mention the fact that he probably had over twenty bodies, he started kissing me roughly. I kissed him back and wrapped my leg around one of his. I let him suck on my neck as he pushed my thin nightgown up my leg and slipped one of his hands under it. He started to slowly rub circles on my thigh. He continued to suck on my neck as I tried to grind against him. He growled and used his other hand to push my waist back against the wall.

“None of that. Do you want me to touch you, darling?” he asked in a mocking tone. I nodded and he slipped his fingers into my underwear.

“Someone’s a needy little slut,” he whispered. Part of me wanted to call him a man-whore, but the part of me that valued my life kept me quiet. I felt him push two fingers inside me and I whimpered. He started to rub my clit with his thumb as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me. He started kissing my neck again as I moaned quietly. He was going incredibly slow, making me desperate for every touch. At a particularly sharp pressure, one of my legs twitched and I had to bite my lip to stop from making noise. Tom chuckled and tilted my chin towards him.

“Didn’t you come here to yell at me? Are you going to yell at me now, darling?” He started to rub me faster, which made it difficult for me to even speak.

“I hate you,” I was able to mutter. He laughed and pinched my waist roughly, making me jump. After only a few minutes, I was starting to get close to my peak. I felt my legs start to shake as I bit my lip to stifle my moans. Tom noticed this, so he stopped touching me. I frowned as he leaned down to whisper into my ear.

“Did you really think I was going to let you come that quickly?”

Before I had the chance to respond, he grabbed my legs and spun me around, pushing me onto his bed. He quickly tugged my nightgown off of me and started to take off his shirt. I tried to reach up and help him, but he used his free hand to push me back onto the bed. He quickly unbuckled his belt and kicked his pants off before getting on top of me. I felt his member pressing against my thigh. He wrapped a hand around my throat again and used the other hand to gently rub one of my hips.

“Is this what you want? Me to fuck you senseless while your boyfriend sleeps two rooms over?” I felt him rub against my clit, teasing me purposefully. I decided that I wouldn’t tell him that me and Abraxas weren’t actually dating until later.

“Tom-”

“Shut up,” he growled before thrusting into me sharply. As he rocked into me, I definitely felt a bit of pain. He was bigger than what I was used to, but I was adjusting quickly. I tried to rest my arms on his shoulders, but he didn’t like that. He pinned my hands above my head and started to attack my neck with his mouth.

“If you do that again, I’ll tie you down. Don’t test me,” he muttered. He continued to rail into me over and over, hitting me at just the right angle. In less than ten minutes I was close again. I tightly clenched the sheets and tried to grind my hips against his to alleviate some of the tension. That’s when he slipped out of me with a grin.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said while stroking my hair.

“Are you fucking serious?” I complained.

“Completely. Be a good girl and maybe I’ll let you finish before the night is over.”

I will admit, his self-control was pretty impressive. Most guys wouldn’t be able to handle pulling out before they had finished. But I also figured that he was just bluffing. There was no way he would be able to do this for more than twenty minutes. After 30 or so seconds of him attacking my mouth with his tongue, he thrusted into me again. This time his strokes were a bit slower and more gentle. He rubbed one of my arms lightly as he made me shiver at his touch.

“Tom, oh my God,” I moaned into his neck. I assumed he was going to tell me to shut up, but I guess he liked knowing how good he was making me feel.

“That’s right, darling. You like this?” I nodded my head as he pressed soft kisses against my jawline. I was definitely pleased with his change of pace. The slow stroked and gentle kisses made this feel a bit more like a normal thing. But of course, that didn’t last very long. Once he was done leaving hickies all over my neck, he wrapped his hand around it. He started to press himself deeper inside of me, rocking me into his bed. I whimpered as he hit a spot that made my legs twitch.

“Quiet, slut,” he demanded. I tilted my head slightly away from him, trying to stifle my moans with one of his pillows. I was panting at this point, desperately gripping onto the sheets.

“Could Malfoy make you feel this good?”

“Yeah, if I was with him I would’ve came by now,” I thought to myself. However, I shook my head in an attempt to appease him.

“That’s right. Should I let you finish now?” I nodded and he jerked my face back towards him. “Alright. Beg for it.” That actually made me laugh. There was no way I was going to give into him that easily. Tom shrugged and continued to pound into me. “Be difficult then. I don’t care either way.”

I bit down my lip to muffle a scream as my stomach flipped and my legs shook. Right when I was about to be sent over the edge, he pulled out of me again. By now, I was completely fed up with him. I tried to bring one of my hands down between my legs, but he was quicker than me. He grabbed both of my arms and roughly pinned them above my head.

“I don’t think so, dear. I want the whole hallway to hear you screaming my name,” he said while stroking my cheek tauntingly.

“Good luck with that,” I said with an eye roll.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to touch you but me,” he muttered into my ear before thrusting into me again. By now I could see finger-shaped bruises starting to form on my waist. We had been going at it for at least 35 minutes, and my body was aching for release. I was confident that he had left at least 5 or so hickies on my neck, which I was not looking forward to having to cover up tomorrow. Out of instinct, I tried to move my leg around his to adjust the angle. Tom slammed me down onto his bed roughly.

“Don’t fucking move,” he growled. He pressed one of his thumbs against my clit, making me whimper. I was so frustrated that tears had started to stream down my face. Tom gently wiped them away with his free hand.

“Are you gonna apologize for yelling at me earlier?” he asked in a snarl. I shook my head, which made him chuckle.

“That’s what I thought. If you’re gonna be like that, you clearly haven’t learned your lesson.” He started to kiss roughly at my collar, obviously trying to mark me more. After a few minutes of listening to me whine and pant, he decided to give me another chance.

“Promise me you’ll stop hanging around Malfoy,” he said softly. That kind of threw me for a loop.

“What? Why?” He nibbled on my ear lobe and thrusted into me sharply.

“You’re my little slut now. I don’t want him touching you. Promise me.” I instinctively shook my head, which only made his thrusts even harder.

“Promise me, darling. Like I said, I can go all night.” I really, really wanted to keep my mouth shut. But I was so overwhelmed, I couldn’t take much more.

“Fine. I promise. Please Tom, I-”

He bit down on my lip and thrusted into me at the perfect angle and speed.

Over-and-over again.

I moaned his name as well as a stream of profanities as waves of pleasure tore through my body. My legs were shaking so bad that he had to actually hold them down. While I was riding out my high, Tom muttered praises into my ear. I was so extremely sensitive that every touch set off fireworks against my skin.

“Take me like a good girl,” he said before roughly grabbing my throat. It took him a few minutes to finish himself off, but when he did it was so hot. He didn’t even bother to pull out. He continued to kiss me for a bit before he got up and started to walk towards his bathroom.

“Now, get the hell out of my room, whore.”

I smiled at his lovely term of endearment as I tried to quickly pull my clothing back on. I stood up quickly, and my legs gave out beneath me. Tom laughed as he put on his bathrobe.

“You’re pathetic,” he said while helping me up. Surprisingly enough, he walked me back to my dorm, smiling the entire way. Before he turned to leave he pushed a piece of hair behind my ear.

“Sleep well, darling.” I flashed him a sweet smile.

“You too, Riddle.”

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

I’m just imagining Zeke babysitting the kids with his s/o, and his partner is super responsible and cautious etc. So they’re always on the look out for potential fights, injuries, or straight up bad ideas. And Zeke is just chilling, letting the kids have monster energy drinks and stay up all night watching movies that aren’t appropriate for them. His s/o is losing their mind, over 1) how pissed Colt is gonna be 2) how Zeke is okay with all of this and 3) having to deal with sick, scared kids

Zeke spoiling the kids rotten

For Zeke, each time he makes a kid smile, whether it's because he let them eat and extra piece of candy or let them watch the entire collection of Saw movies, is a big fuck you to Grisha.

Zeke allows the kids to take advantage of him by his own will, he knows their traps and is willingly walking into them.

When Colt was talking about an upcoming dinner date he might have to cancel because he promised Falco a sleepover with the kids, it's Zeke who comes to the rescue and offers to let the kids chill at his place while Colt goes and have fun.

And because Colt didn't know better, and he thought Zeke is a much better option than Porco, he agreed.

Oh he couldn't be more wrong.

Zeke's definition of chill, is apparently driving around with the kids and letting Gabi hold the steering wheel for some seconds.

She would never forget the rush of power it gave her, like she was on top of the world.

Of course he couldn't bring them home on an empty stomach could he?

No that wouldn't do, so Falco what was that fast food place you almost made Colt get bankrupt buying you meals for toys from?

The kids end up eating everything their little hearts desired, starting with chilly food and ending with ice cream, then asking for snacks on the way home.

Was it a combination that would give them a stomachache the next day? Oh definitely.

Zeke doesn't even look at what they put in the basket while at the grocery store, he just lets them go wild while he's busying texting you asking what do you want him to pick from the store.

Zofia slips in those expensive fancy chocolate treats, Gabi doesn't even attempt being subtle while filing the cart with all the energy drinks she dreamed of.

Udo basically looks at the list his mother made for things he isn't allowed, and treats it like a shopping list.

Falco bought more popsicles and ice cream than it's possible for him to eat in a day.

...

You were coming home bit late that day, already feeling drained.

Zeke's considerate text checking if you needed anything from the store and informing you that he's ordering food from your favourite restaurant tonight was the highlight of your day.

Although one thing that made you bit nervous, is that he mentioned having his little cousins visiting.

...you never knew he had cousins in the first place, and how little are we talking? Three? 7 years old? 12?

Getting last minute news that changes your routine was something that never sat right with you, you've always like to be prepared for things.

After all between you and Zeke, you were the responsible one who's actually tracking the bills and making sure things run smoothly.

But, its just 4 kids right? How bad could it possibly be? Yeah Zeke had his...questionable and shady moments every now and then but he wouldn't fuck up taking care of 4 kids would he?

Would he?

Arriving home, it was Zeke leaning against the front porch while smoking who waved to you, claiming he was just waiting for you, he would never use it as an excuse to leave the kids inside and take a smoke break outside!

...okay, yeah he did, just please stop giving him that look it's scary.

For some reason, he seemed reluctant on letting you inside, instead attempting to distract you by saying how much he missed you.

How beautiful you look today, did you always smell this good?

How about you give your wonder boyfriend a kiss? Come one he deserves one for babysitting after all!

Of course, you knew him too well to fall for his bait, instead opening the door and quickly getting inside.

....oh

So this is why he didn't want you to enter.

It was a mess, candy wrappers everywhere with school bags and pillows scattered around.

You're sure that you stepped on someone's math homework.

Empty soda cans, plastic coffee cups, monster energy drinks was stacked in a pile near the couch.

If you focused hard enough, you could see brown hair sticking out from beneath the pile.

Was...there a child under there

On the couch, the seat next to the pile, was a blond boy with his grip too tight on the controller as the most violent shooting game was on the tv in front of him

The fact he was too focused to notice you made you concerned.

Emotions came through you in waves, confusion that boiled into frustration and anger before burning out to turn into worry and anxiety on what the kids parents would say.

Zeke.

Oh, just he waits till you-

But before you could finish, you realised something.

Zeke mentioned 4 kids, these are just two, where are the other two?

...oh god.

[god--baby]

nice to meet you ch 1 (sfw)

eventual belch huggins x ambiguously gendered reader

word count: 2040

“If you don’t stop playing with that, I’m going to make you take it out and put it on my desk.”

You looked up from the notes you were taking to see Mr. Oliver looking right at you, pointing at your face where you were playing with one of your snake bites, pushing at it with your tongue.

“No, you won’t,” you said, defiant. “My parents fought tooth and nail for me to wear these, and the principal won’t be pleased to hear about you doing that.”

He rolled his eyes. God, you didn’t like him before, but now, you hated him.

“They didn’t fight for you to distract yourself and the rest of the class,” he said.

“I’m not distracted — it helps me think,” you said, holding up your notebook, showing off the notes you’d been making up until he started being so rude. “Besides, no one else is distracted by my piercings. Right?”

You looked around at your classmates. No one made eye contact with you, embarrassed. One boy, a bigger guy who sat at the back of the room, actually looked away when you caught his eyes.

Traitors, you thought.

“Either take them out or go sit in the hallway for the rest of the period,” said Mr. Oliver. “I won’t have you disrupting my class.”

“You’re the one disrupting class over my piercings. I was minding my own business,” you pointed out.

“Out,” he said sharply.

You heaved an enormous sigh, determined to continue pissing him off. Asshole. You gathered your things and went out to the hall, slamming the classroom door closed behind you, sitting on the floor beside it.

You took your notebook out and started drawing all over the last page of notes, since you weren’t going to finish it anyway. Crowns and bleeding hearts and swords and things, soothing yourself by tonguing at your piercings.

After ten minutes — you’d been sent out fairly early in the class period — you gave up on him coming out to actually acknowledge your existence. You got up and started walking toward the front of the building, intending to go out to your car and smoke.

You passed Patrick Hockstetter, infamous asshole, being escorted by Mr. Cleaver — the incredibly brawny and handsome Chem teacher. You held back a sigh. He was too dreamy.

Patrick, however.

“Hey, there,” he said, giving you a scummy once-over.

You rolled your eyes.

“Move along, Patrick,” said Mr. Cleaver. He sent you a sympathetic look.

You wondered what Patrick had done, this time.

You were new enough to the school that you didn’t know much about anyone, but you’d have to be dead to not know about Patrick Hockstetter. Last week, he’d started a fire in the girls’ locker room. Today — well, you were sure you’d hear about it, eventually.

Not that anyone would tell you. You’d have to eavesdrop for that.

Once you got out to your car, you checked your reflection in the side mirror. Your eye makeup and lipstick were still going strong. Black and deep, both of them. Your hair was looking a little deflated, but you couldn’t care less at this point.

You felt how your hair looked. No air left in you.

Why did adults have to be such assholes?

Some people just couldn’t handle how you looked.

You lit up a cigarette, grateful for the short rush you got with the first drag.

A new school, and you were already making enemies with the staff. A new school, and again, people singled you out and made you feel like shit. You couldn’t make friends because no one wanted to hang out with someone who tried to look dead, with someone, well. Goth.

You sighed and finished your cigarette.

The bell rang, signaling for the whole school to go to lunch. You went back into the building to your locker, getting your lunchbox and going back outside to sit on the steps and eat.

More tofu. Your parents, raised by hippies and not going to ever let that go, had made tofu lo mein last night for dinner, and you liked it so much that you’d packed it for lunch. Would’ve been better if you could microwave it, but oh well. It was still damn decent cold.

As you ate, a group of guys pushed past you, knocking your shoulder with their knees.

“Freak,” one of them spat.

You looked up. It was the blonde one, the one called Henry.

You glared and flipped him off, one chipped fingernail in the air. He laughed, and you laughed back, cruel and unforgiving.

You knew you were soft on the inside, but on the outside, you were scary. You knew it, and you used it when you had to.

The other guys followed him, Patrick and the boy from your last class pulling up the rear.

What was his name, the one who’d looked away when you’d tried to catch his eye?

You went back to your food.

It didn’t matter.

After school, shit hit the fan. For about a minute after you pulled out of the school parking lot, everything was fine. Then, your steering wheel started shaking violently. You swore and pulled over.

You pulled out your cell phone and called your dad first, then your mom. Neither of them picked up, probably too busy with work. You understood. Running a thrift store took a lot of time and energy.

You swore again, though.

Then, you looked up the nearest mechanic shop.

You drove there, refusing to go any faster than ten miles an hour, despite people honking at you.

You pulled into the parking lot, next to a beautiful blue car you recognized from school.

“Reggie! We got another. Clock in and get your ass over there!” a man called.

You waited by your car, and a boy walked up to you. No. Not a boy. The boy — the one who’d looked away in class.

“What’s the problem?” he asked, rubbing his hands on his jumpsuit, giving you a once over. His eyes seemed to get caught on your boots, tall platforms with buckles all the way up to your knees.

“Reggie. That’s your name?” you asked, not answering him just yet. “I’ve only heard Oliver call you Mr. Huggins.”

“Yeah,” he said.

He looked a little uncomfortable, so you decided to stop giving him the third degree.

“Well, nice to meet you. My steering wheel is shaking. It sounds like a motorcycle in inside my car,” you said.

“Jesus,” he said. “Can I take it for a spin?”

You handed him the keys.

“Knock yourself out,” you said.

He got in your car, turning off the radio when the Cure started blaring from the speakers. You smiled. He drove it around the block, returning quickly.

“Jesus,” he said again when he got out.

“I know. Any ideas?”

“Not a clue,” he said honestly.

“Fuck,” you said.

“Lemme ask one of the guys. Dom!”

A man walked out of the workshop towards you.

“Black lipstick,” said the man — Dom. “Nice.”

He gave you a look that reminded you of Patrick. You made a note to stay away from this guy as often as you could.

“Keep it in your pants, Dom,” said Reggie. “Steering wheel’s shaking. Really bad, but worse over like, 20. Any ideas?”

Dom thought for a moment, raking his hands through his short, curly hair.

“Check the tires,” he said. “Might be missing a bolt.”

“’Kay.”

Dom walked away, and Reggie went around your car, crouching next to the tires, looking closely. At your front left tire, he made a small noise.

“Yeah,” he said. “You’re missing two bolts. Easy.”

“Cool,” you said. You held up your pack of cigarettes. “You mind?”

“Nah, go ahead.”

You lit up as he walked away. He came back when you were halfway done with your cigarette, holding two bolts in his big hand.

He screwed them on and stood, slapping the hood.

“There you are. ‘M gonna take it for another drive, see if that’s it. But it should be. Dom’s a creep, but he knows his shit.”

“Okay,” you said, ashing your cigarette.

He took your car for another short drive, and came back, smiling.

You took a deep breath but kept holding his eye. God, what a great smile this guy had.

“That fixed it,” he said.

“Great,” you said. “What’ll it cost me?”

“Eh. It was just a coupla bolts. This one’s free.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure. Consider it me saying sorry for Dom creepin’ on you.”

You smiled.

“Thanks, man,” you said.

“And here,” he said, pulling a card out of his pocket. He held it out for you.

You took it, reading the front. Flusche and Sons, it said. You turned it over. In a messy hand, there was a phone number.

“That’s my number,” he said. “Something happens again, you call me.”

“I’ll just come here,” you said.

“Well, then. If you can’t drive, call me.”

You let out a short laugh.

“Never had a guy try to pick me up so fast,” you joked.

His cheeks tinged red.

“That’s — that’s not —”

“Hey, I was joking,” you said kindly. “Sorry. I’ll see you ‘round.”

“’Kay.”

You drove home, grateful that things were okay again.

When you got home, neither of your parents were there, yet. To be expected, of course. The shop didn’t close for another couple hours, and they’d be home even later than that.

You called your mom. She picked up.

“Hey, starchild,” she said, pulling out her special nickname for you. She must be having a good day, then.

“Hey, Mom.”

“I saw you called. I’m sorry, I had someone right in front of me. What’s going on?”

“My car — something messed up. The steering wheel was shaking really bad. I took it to Flusche and Sons and they fixed me up.”

“That was fast! What’ll it cost us?”

“Nothing. The guy just put a couple of bolts on my wheels and let me go.”

“Ooh, he must have noticed how cute you are.”

“Mom. It totally wasn’t like that.”

“Then why can I hear you smiling, my sweet child?”

You laughed.

“Oh, ‘cause I am.”

“Was he cute?”

You thought about it. In a way, yeah. Reggie was cute.

“Sure,” you said. “I never noticed before, but yeah. Kinda cute. We go to school together.”

Then you grimaced.

“One of my teachers threatened to make me take out my snake bites today,” you said.

“Oh, honey. I’ll talk to the principal.”

“You don’t have to —” you started.

“Oh, but I will. Listen, someone just walked in. We’ll talk more when I get home, okay?”

“Okay, mom. I love you.”

“I love you too, starchild. ‘Bye, now.”

“Bye.”

You hung up and went upstairs to your room. You opened up your laptop, choosing to ignore your homework for a while. You got on Skype, finding that your best friend, Raven, was already online.

Hey, you typed

Hey yourself. How’s school?

Raven was homeschooled. Lucky bitch.

Sucks. Teacher got onto me for my snake bites.

Asshole

I know

Anything else?

Car fucked up. Had to take it to the shop

Fuck. Meet any cute mechanics? ;)

You laughed. Typical Raven. She saw the whole world as a playground, constantly looking for new toys.

Actually yeah. I guess. There’s this guy who works there I go to school with.

Oh yeah???

Yeah. Nice smile

Oooh nice!

You talked for another hour, unwinding. You blasted your latest playlist, relaxing until you were little more than a puddle on top of your bed.

You said goodbye to Raven when you heard your parents come in, and you went down to help them make dinner, talking about your collective day, how Mr. Oliver got onto you, what you could do about it.

When you went to bed, you laid there under your covers, thoughts wandering.

They kept coming back to Reggie. His smile, the crinkles next to his eyes.

You sighed.

You probably were going to have a crush on him.

That was okay, as long as it didn’t become anything else. You weren’t ready for another — something.

Your last something had just ended, and you weren’t ready for something new.

[simsislife93]

Aaron Legacy

Generation 1: Chapter 14- The Talk

Joy walked out of the bathroom and sat down at her dining room table. Bjorn was already sitting down waiting for her. She didn't know if she should speak first, but luckily Bjorn started.

“Joy I want to tell you everything, from the beginning. Is that alright with you?”

Joy just looked at him and shook her head yes. She didn't have the energy to fight anymore and she still didn't know what to say, still a bit shocked from Bjorn's blow up.

“Okay. The night we met I was drowning my sorrows at Rattlesnakes. I know I told you I went there a lot but actually that was only the second time I'd been there. You see I live a few towns over, but my work isn't far from here. A co-worker of mine took me there once and told me it was a good place to get lost for a little while, and after the day I had had I definitely needed that.”

Joy started remembering back to their first night together. She had just finished unpacking, and she wanted to get out and meet some new people. She found Rattlesnakes on Yelp.

“Earlier that day I was working from home because Elsa my youngest who you saw today, had the flu. Clara is an up and coming Caterer and she had a party that day she couldn't miss. So I stayed home with Elsa and my oldest daughter Sofia was at school. I was in my study doing my work, when I hear a loud scream. It was Elsa, she had just thrown up all over her night gown and bed. She was crying hysterically, so I tried my best to calm her down and make a plan for what we were going to do. Look I'm a really good father but every time my girl's have been sick, Clara takes care of them, she knows exactly what to do. I however am still learning, so I gather up the soiled sheets blankets and nightgown and drop them out in the hall. I run Elsa a hot bath and let her clean herself up. I google what's best for when you've thrown up so I grab her some Gatorade and look  for some Chicken Soup. As I'm getting all this together I realize she needs clean sheets and to air out her room, so I go back to the bathroom tell her when shes done to put on fresh jammies and climb into our bed while I get her something to drink and change her sheets. I grab the dirty sheets and take them to the laundry room. I know how to do laundry mind you but Clara has a whole system for how she does things and I don't want to mess it up so I avoid going in there at all costs. That being said these sheets were ripe and I had to wash them now. As I'm rummaging in the cabinets and drawers for soap and all that, I come across a folded up note shoved into the back of a drawer. It was addressed to Clara but didn't say who it was from. There was something about the writing and the way it was shoved in a drawer that made me think there was something weird about it. I was going to read it but I heard Elsa yelling for me so I put it in my pocket and went to help Elsa.

Joy was interested in the story and she was surprised at how nice it was hearing Bjorn care for his sick daughter. She knew on the surface she was furious with him, but on the inside her heart started to thaw a bit. She didn't want Bjorn to stop talking but she was starving, she was turning to get up when he asked her if she was leaving. She told him no she was just hungry and he offered to make her something to eat while he told her his story. At first she said no, but once she stood up her head started spinning and she sat back down. He was in the kitchen before she could protest. He grabbed a packet of Ramen and started boiling the water.

“Carbs are good when your drunk.” He said as he started the Ramen. “Anyway back to what I was saying. So I got Elsa tucked into our bed with a Disney movie and I went back to make her soup. I walked past the laundry room and realized I had forgotten to put the sheets in when I found the note. I finally found some soap and threw them in. As I was making Elsa's soup it felt like the note was burning a hole in my pocket. I wanted nothing more than to settle Elsa down and read the note. I made her soup got her her Gatorade and grabbed some new sheets for her bed. I made her bed in record time, not the neatest job but it was clean and puke free. I re-settled her back into her bed and helped her fall asleep. All this took about an hour and Sofia would be home from school soon and I wanted to read the note with no distractions. I walked back to my study and pulled out the note. I gave it another good look and slowly started to unfold it. I was just about to read it when my cell rang. It was work so I had to pick it up and talk to my co-worker. Their completely lost when I'm not there, so I had to walk them through things step by step it took so long that Sofia was home by the time I got off the phone. Clara was usually home by the time the girl's got home from school but when she had a party all bets were off. Another thing Clara is good at is always having a healthy snack ready for when the girl's get home.  I had not prepared a snack for Sofia and even though she's 14 she can't make a simple snack for herself. I knew it would be easier to make the damn snack for her than it would be to tell her to do it herself. Don't get me wrong Sofia's a smart sweet girl, she's just been taken care of her whole life and it's spoiled her in certain ways.”

Joy was internally freaking out. So the second child was a teenager at the most terrible age. She remembered being 14 it was the absolute worst. Bjorn kept talking as he put her Ramen in a bowl. They walked back to the table and Joy ate her noodles listening to Bjorn.

“I cut up some fruit and veg for her and told her I had work to do and to get started on her homework.  I figured that would keep her out of my hair long enough for me to read this fucking note. As I sat down to read the note, I started to realize I should have left this note exactly where I had found it.

Clara my beautiful Clara. At night I dream of your face, your eyes, your breasts, your thighs. I yearn to touch you and feel your soft skin, I want you like it's the first time again. Please come to me at our secret place. Until were together again, all my love.

-O

“I didn't know what I was expecting to read when I opened the note but it definitely wasn't this. I read and re-read it over and over again, at first thinking this was some kind of joke. My wife is a lot of things but adulteress never seemed like one of them. She was very devoted to me and our family. We had an active sex life and I thought we were happy, but apparently we weren't. I never had the intention of cheating on my wife. If you think I set out to one up her on the affair, that was never the case. I didn't know what to do so I just put the note back and tried to pretend I hadn't seen it, but it was all I could think about. I knew Clara was going to be home soon, the party was over so she and her crew were just cleaning up and that could take anywhere from 30 minutes to 2 hours depending. I tried to get some work done but I couldn't focus. I had no idea what I would say to Clara, if I should confront her or let it go. Maybe it was some freak who was obsessed with her, my wife takes good care of herself and still looks very young it's not out of the realm of possibility. We don't keep a lot of booze in the house, Clara says the calories aren't worth it but when they are it's Proseco or Light Beer. I needed something that would help me forget what I'd seen until I could figure out what I was going to do. We live in a pretty nice area and the bars around town are very upscale and everyone knows each other. I didn't feel like explaining why I was getting piss drunk at 4:30 in the afternoon so I remembered this place my co-worker Slade took me to once. When I got to Rattlesnakes it was happy hour so I ordered a beer and then I ordered a few more. Then I decided what the hell I'm not driving anytime soon, let's do shots so by the time you walked in I was on my way to being very drunk.”

Joy had no idea Bjorn had been so intoxicated, he had seemed so sure of himself when he came up to her.

“Listen if I hadn't taken those shots I would have never had the balls to walk up to you, but when I saw you walk into that bar I knew I had to at least find out your name. I was surprised by how confident I sounded talking to you, because on the inside I was a mess. I ordered another beer just to have a reason to sit with you. You seemed like you weren't exactly sober yourself so I thought we could hang out and chit chat. I wasn't sure if you were from Oasis Springs or one of the surrounding towns and I didn't know if you potentially knew my wife or not, she knows a lot of people I can never keep track. So I asked if you came to Rattles a lot and when you told me you were new here I thought perfect she has no idea who I am or better yet who Clara is. When we got our own table I just felt this electricity between us that I knew wasn't just the alcohol. You told me about your parents and I tried really hard to keep my shit together since you had been through so much already I didn't want to dump my problems on you too. Then you ordered the fireball shots and that about put me over the edge but I didn't want to stop talking to you. I had to get to know you more. I was being totally honest when I said you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and it's true I've seen a lot but as far as dating I had one girlfriend before Clara. I was elated when you asked me to come back to your place, and even though that's a pretty obvious invitation I still didn't plan on cheating on Clara. I knew I couldn't drive so I was glad you grabbed a taxi. When we got back to your place I was amazed at how much work you had done in such a short time and intrigued by your stories about your past and what brought you here. I knew I liked you a lot and part of me wanted you so badly but the other part the married part was screaming Don't Do It. But then you kissed me on the cheek.

Joy was amazed by Bjorn's version of their first night. She had her own point of view of course, but hearing everything from his point of view was crazy. She would have never known he had spent the hours while she was moving and unpacking taking care of a sick child, or that he had been at the bar hours before she turned up drinking his problems away. At the time she had thought he came on quite strong but were compliments an invitation for sex?

“At this point I was very drunk and I was just speaking my mind and heart. I really had never met a woman like you. Clara waited until after we got married and had two kids before even thinking about what she wanted to do with her life. We had Sofia young and she fell into the mother role really easily, but she didn't have much ambition besides being a great homemaker, until a friend of ours told her she had a superb knack for cooking and throwing dinner parties. So when Elsa was around 4 she started cooking for parties and it's grown into a full blown business. I'm happy that she's found her passion, but things have been so different since she has and I wonder if her decision to start working is what caused these affairs to happen. Anyway I think we both know what happened after that and while I don't regret anything that happened that night, I never set out to sleep with you when I met you. I thought some shameless flirting with a beautiful woman would be enough to make me feel better, but after being with you I didn't even care about Clara anymore. I wanted to stay with you so badly, but I knew if I didn't go home I'd be in a whole mess of shit the next day and I couldn't deal with that on top of everything else so I told you I had to work, which was also true but I was working from home. I took a taxi home and arranged to have one pick me up early in the morning so I could go pick up my car from the bar. I snuck in the house, everyone was asleep so I tried my best not to wake them. I had told Sofia I was going to the office and to hold down the fort until her mom got home and made dinner. I found a plate for me in the fridge devouring it while sobering up in the process. I didn't want Clara to hear me so I used the girls shower and went to sleep in the guest room. On nights I worked late I usually slept in there as not to wake Clara. I went to bed dreaming about the night we spent together.”

Joy was baffled by this confession. She couldn't believe this was Bjorn's version of their first night. Sleep with her then back home to his wife and kids. She was finally about to speak when he started talking again. She felt like he needed to get everything out first and then she'd have her chance to say her peace, so she let him continue.

“When I woke up the next morning or should I say afternoon, Sofia had gone to school and Elsa was asleep. Clara was off to Pilates and would be back later. I had a screaming hangover, probably one of the worst ever, I made myself some coffee and went about trying to remember all the details of last night I forgot-not your body  or the sex, one could never forget that, but the tiny details, like me promising to take you out tonight. I couldn't believe my drunk ass had made dinner plans with you, but there was no way I was going to cancel them because I desperately wanted to see you again. All day was spent sobering up and getting ready for out date. Elsa and Clara thought I caught the flu from her so I just let them think I was getting sick. I still didn't know if I was going to confront Clara but at the time I didn't care she could have O I was going out with you. I texted you and told you the time I'd be there I told the family I was going to get some work done at the office, since I'd spent all day in bed. We went to an Italian Restaurant that I told you was my favorite but it was in fact my first time there. The food was great so I'd say it was a good choice, and believe me I didn't want to lie to you but I needed to create this other single persona, and I thought single me would dine her often on my many dates I feel you assumed I had. We talked about all kinds of things that night and the more we had in common the more I was falling for you. It shocked me how fast I could go from 14 years of marriage to falling for someone I'd just met. I knew there was a chance this could become something so on a whim I asked if you liked children and if you wanted to get married, I just wanted to know if we wanted the same things and if you would potentially be open to being a step mom. You asked if I had a dead wife, and I said no feeling like it wasn't a total lie but I know it was. I just wanted more time to get to know you, it was always in the back of my mind to tell you about Clara and the girls but it just never seemed like the right time.”

That's where Joy had to stop him. She knew of a right time, she remembered it clear as day.

“No that's a lie you could have told me the night I made you dinner. We were talking about cheating it was the perfect opportunity.”

“I know I wanted to tell you so badly. But when you told me there was never a reason to cheat and that people should have enough respect for their partner that I decided I wasn't going to tell you until after I had called it off with Clara. From that day forward I started getting my affairs in order so to speak. I was researching divorce lawyers and custody arrangements, because no matter what happened I could never leave behind my girls. I know I started becoming a little distant and I could tell you felt it, but I knew I had to take care of these things now so we could be together in the long run. Those days I would leave out of nowhere killed me because I wanted to tell you I had to pick up Sofia from her friends house or Clara needed me to run an errand for her but I thought I would explain all this when I told you about them. We were having so much fun getting to know each other and when we made our relationship official I knew I had to break things off with Clara right away, I wanted to be with you marry you if you'd have me and I needed this chapter with Clara to be closed. At this point she was a little suspicious of my behavior but I was still treating her the same so she had no reason to suspect cheating. I hadn't let it slip I knew about her affair but I was taking notes and keeping tabs on her and I kind of got an idea of when she saw this mysterious O. Part of me wanted to find out who he was but then I realized I really didn't care but I thought maybe I could use her affair to gain more custody so I started spending more and more time with my girls so they would want to stay with me over their mom. So that's what I was doing all last month when I wasn't with you, pretty much and then this month I finally found a lawyer I trusted and we were going thru with me serving her divorce papers on the count of infidelity. I knew it was going to be a busy few days and I wouldn't be able to get over here or talk to you as much so I told you I was going away on business. I hate lying to you but I knew it was for the greater good. That brings us to yesterday. Sofia was at a sleepover with her friends so I thought I'd give Elsa one last good day with her parents by herself before I turned her world upside down. Believe me Joy if I had even the slightest inkling that you would have been at that donut shop I would have taken them anywhere else. This was never how I wanted you to see my children or find out about Clara or have Clara find out about you. When you walked up and kissed me my brain shut off and I forgot where I was and who I was with so of course I kissed you back and well you know what happened. Clara and I were in a heated argument the whole ride home while Elsa cried in the back seat, it was awful. I came clean to Clara about our relationship and how I was going to be serving her with divorce papers. Of course around that time Sofia came home and we had to talk to both girls and that was not fun. I wanted to call you multiple times but someone was always crying and I was trying to clear things up and comfort them where I could.”

Joy's head was swimming with all this new knowledge she didn't know how to process it all with this much wine in her blood stream so she asked him why he came by instead of calling.

“I came by because Clara kicked me out. I could have and probably should have gotten a hotel room but I knew there was no way I could go to sleep tonight without talking to you first so I drove straight here. Clara still has no idea I know about her affair, my lawyer told me it was best not to tell her since I have proof of her affair we can blind side her in court. I know you hate me but I'm hoping now that you know the whole story you can forgive me and maybe we can work this out. I really don't want to loose you but I would understand if you want to end things right here and now.”

Joy didn't know if she wanted to end things. She needed to sleep on it and think about it more tomorrow.

“I'm not sure what I want to do, but what I am sure of is I need to go to sleep. My head is reeling with all this news, I feel like the person I've spent a month falling in love with is a complete stranger and that scares me, but I also know in my heart I still love you. You can stay here tonight but I'd prefer you to sleep on the couch. We can talk more in the morning.”

“Yes I completely understand I'm exhausted as well, and of course, I'd sleep outside if you asked me too. I'll just change and go to bed. I'll see you In the morning, I hope you sleep well.” Bjorn went outside to grab his pajamas and toothbrush while Joy went to her room and got ready for bed. She couldn't think anymore about what happened tonight so she crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep.

Bjorn didn't hear anything in Joy's room so he figured she was already asleep. He forgot to ask her for a spare blanket and couldn't see where she would have stored one out here so he curled up on the couch into a ball to keep warm. Luckily it was summer and not snowing, he would survive one night on the couch with no blanket. He knew he should feel like a weight was lifted off of him, but something told him his problems were just now beginning.

[troublemakerfiction]

16.

Nasir

“So what’s this about your little boyfriend getting in a fight over you?” I asked Imani while we sat at the dining room table.

Shante and I decided to have both kids here for dinner with us, we don’t do it too often because Haze is always out doing some bullshit and Imani is focused on school. She hasn’t even been home that much since she started school. I don’t know whether I should be proud about her finally living her life and not being afraid to do so or mad that I’m not seeing her like I’m used to.

“Who told you that?” She gave Haze the side eye and he waved her off.

“Don’t look over here, I didn’t say shit. I don’t snitch.”

“Watch your mouth Hazel.” Shante told him. The look on his face almost made me want to laugh; I’ve never seen somebody hate their first name so much.

“Come on ma, don’t go there.”

“Nigga I named you Hazel so I’m going to call you Hazel whenever I feel like it.”

“Aight come on let’s not get distracted. Imani, what happened?”

“Nothing dad, don’t make a big deal out of it please.”

“So he’s your boyfriend?”

“Do we really have to talk about this right now? He’s my boyfriend what is there to know?”

“Are you fuckin’ him?”

“Dad really?” She looked at me with an annoyed expression on her face.

“Nasir you’re really pushing. She’s 18 years old, doing great in school. She has a boyfriend, so what. Leave the girl alone about her personal life.” Shante told me but I wasn’t trying to here that shit.

“She’s a teenager; she doesn’t have a personal life. I just want to make sure she’s focused on the important things and not letting a nigga get her head all screwed up.”

“Can y’all stop talking about me like I’m not sitting right here!” Imani shouted. “I’m not having sex but if I was I’m sure you wouldn’t want to hear about it. Kason is my boyfriend but he’s not a distraction. He won’t even come and see me if my homework and studying isn’t done. I know what I’m doing dad. Just trust me please.”

“Fine, I trust you; but I’m telling you now. Don’t bring any babies up in this bitch and if your grades start fucking up we’re going to have some issues.”

Before she could respond to me I heard my front door slam so I got up and walked to the foyer with Haze right behind me. When I saw Darnell and Millz rushing in I knew something was up just by the looks on their face.

“What the hell is wrong with y’all?” Haze asked them before I could.

“We gotta talk to you right now.” Darnell said looking straight at me.

“What’s wrong?” Millz handed me a piece of paper so I looked at it and got confused. “This is Dice’s will; I didn’t know he had one. Why are you giving this to me?”

“That’s what we need to talk about.” I brought them to my office so they could run down whatever had them acting like lunatics. The whole time Darnell was telling me everything I kept my eyes on Millz whose face and eyes were beet red. I could tell she had been crying and I couldn’t blame her.

Keisha was on some next shit. I didn’t even know my brother had a damn will. I just assumed everything would go to his wife. He never told me anything about not leaving her shit. If he did I would’ve made sure Millz had all of her shit the day she turned 21 and that my brothers businesses were still going.

“What do you wanna do Millz?” I asked her.

My first thought was to just blow her head off and keep it moving but this was up to my niece’s mother. I wasn’t going to have to plan a funeral and bury my mother knowing I knew about the shit was going to happen, she was. As much as I hate Keisha right now I can’t make any moves until Millz tells me to. She already had to bury her father after watching him get killed, she’s an only child and now she had to deal with the fact that her only living parent isn’t worth shit.

“A strong part of me wants her gone, just to insure my safety but at the same that’s my mother. I can’t send somebody to do something to her and just move on like it’s nothing.”

“This is her life over yours Millz.” Darnell told her.

“I know that and that’s what makes me want her to go but it’s not easy. She’s a piece of shit that much is clear but it’s hard.” Millz stood up wiping her face. “I’m their only child, I’m by myself once she’s gone and before you say it Darnell I know I have y’all but it’s not the same. You and Vick have each other; Haze and Imani have each other.”

“I get that but I know what you’re going through. You know I do.” Darnell said.

“You don’t Darnell! You don’t know what I’m going through! Are you an only child? Did you watch your father and uncle get shot down like dogs? I was in a room by myself and had to watch and hear my father’s murder!” Millz shouted with tears rolling down her face. “I’m pregnant with two babies by a nigga that can’t even do right. The nigga I did want is no longer an option because I don’t know how to control my emotions and not act on impulse. I feel like the walls are closing in on me; if it’s not one thing it’s another. Nothing goes right for me. It’s always some bullshit, I been through so much and now I have to basically plan my mother’s murder so that she doesn’t kill my ass first! Darnell don’t tell me you know what I’m going through because you don’t.”

I looked at Darnell and she had tears falling down her face too. “You’re right Millz, I don’t know exactly what you’re going through but I have news for you; you’re not the only person who lost somebody. I lost our father and uncle just like you did,” she looked at me, “He lost his brothers; you think we want to lose you too? I get it you don’t want to hurt your mother but we’re not going to sit back and do nothing. I’m sorry I can’t because the way this shit is coming out I wouldn’t be surprised if she had something to do with what happened to our fathers.”

“I need to get out of here.” Millz said before rushing out of my office. Running my hands down my face I looked at Darnell.

“So what are we going to do Unc? I understand why you want it to be up to her, but Keisha can’t just keep walking untouched and unbothered.

“I know that, we have to do what we have to do. Call your brother and tell him to be here tomorrow morning at 10. We’ll get Millz back over here and figure all of this shit out.”

“Alright,” I got up and gave her a hug before walking out of my office with her. “I’m going to head home, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I walked her to the front door and watched her get in her car and leave.

After she was gone I closed and locked the front door then turned around to see Shante walking up to me. “Nasir, what was wrong with Millz? She left out of here crying like a baby.”

“It’s a lot to explain. Where is Haze and Imani?”

“They left; Haze took her back to the dorm. What happened?”

“Keisha.”

“Keisha? What the fuck did that bitch do now?”

“A lot,” We went upstairs to our bedroom and she sat on the bed while I told her everything the girls told me. By the time I was finished she was beyond pissed off as I expected her to be.

“What the fuck is wrong with that bitch? Who plots on their own child like that?”

“An evil bitch that’s who; If she can do what she’s doing to her own child, she probably had something to do with Dice’s murder.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, Darnell said that shit when we were in my office and it got me thinking. The weekend her ass decides to go on a trip somebody breaks into their house and kills my brother looking for money. How would they know he had money at the crib?”

“I mean, he is in the game most niggas keep money in their houses Nasir.”

“Dice never even carried cash around in his pocket. In order to go after somebody like Dice you have to study and know about that person right or wrong?”

“Right but they would’ve gotten Millz too if she was plotting against him like that.”

“Nobody knew about that panic room besides Millz and my brother. He never told Keisha about that room because his safe was in there and that bitch is a shopaholic.”

“Nasir we need to really think about this. How do we know she wasn’t just trying to get money the quick way? We don’t know if she was really going to hurt her own daughter.”

“It doesn’t even matter. I’m tired of her, it’s always something with that bitch. At this point i don’t even care if she’s not plotting on my niece. Either way that bitch is out of here.” 

The Next Morning

“Where is Millz? You called her?” I asked Darnell when I walked in my living room and saw her Vick, and Haze sitting on my couches.

“Yeah but she’s not picking up. I went to the hotel she was staying in and she checked out.” Darnell answered.

“Did you go by the townhouse? She’s probably getting her house together.” Vick said.

“Let’s go over there. Vick you still got a key right?”

“Yeah,” We left my house then made our way to the townhouse Millz was supposed to be moving into.

“Her car is gone, where the hell is she?” Darnell said after we all got out of our cars.

“Vick open the door, we’ll just wait for her to come back. She couldn’t have gone that far.” I told him.

Vick unlocked the door and let us inside. “What the fuck? Where is all the stuff that was in here?”

“What are you talking about Darnell?”

“She had bags of clothes in the living room and some other shit just sitting around.” Darnell said before going upstairs. Seconds later she came running back down. “All of her shit is gone.”

“WHAT!?” We all shouted at the same time.

“Her stuff is gone, the babies clothes, her clothes all of it is gone.”

“Haze hit them niggas you got watching that bum Eric and tell them to snatch his ass up and handle it then, go to Imani’s school see if she went over there for anything. Vick you check Trouble’s place see if she went back there with him; Darnell you come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To see Keisha.”

Keisha

Hearing loud banging on my door I rolled my eyes and got up from my couch. “Hold on!” I shouted hoping they would stop banging but they never did. I was just happy Eric wasn’t home because he would’ve had a damn fit.

When I opened the door I was shocked to see Nasir and Darnell standing there. I hadn’t seen them since Amil moved out. “What are y’all doing here?” I asked them. Instead of answering me Nasir just looked at Darnell.

“Get her,” Before I could even ask him what the hell he was talking about Darnell’s fist collided with the side of my face. I tried to fight her off of me but she was too quick. When I realized she wasn’t letting up I just balled up in a fetal position until Nasir got her ass off me.

When she finally got pulled off after what felt like an hour I slowly got up wiping blood from my mouth. “What the fuck are you a psycho or something? Just attacking me out the blue, what are you even doing here?”

“I’m here looking for my niece, where the fuck is she?” Nasir said while looking straight at me.

“I don’t know where she is, I haven’t seen her since she moved out.”

“Moved out bitch or was kicked out?” Darnell snapped at me. “You are so lucky I didn’t cut your raggedy ass, the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What the hell are y’all talking about? I didn’t do anything to Amil, why would she be here?”

“Why wouldn’t we think you knew where she was, you’re the one plotting on her.”

“Plotting on who?”

“You know who bitch!” Nasir shouted. “Where the fuck is my niece Keisha, if I gotta ask again it’s going to be some issues.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about Nasir. Why would I plot on her?”

“You’re a broke ass desperate ass bitch that’s why. We know about Uncle Darius’ will Keisha. We know he didn’t leave you shit. He left everything to Millz, why didn’t you tell her about it?”

“W-what?”

“Don’t start stuttering now. We know about everything Keisha. It’s funny nobody knew about my brother’s will but you. His own damn daughter didn’t even know about it and he left everything to her.”

“She didn’t deserve that money! I went through hell and back with Dice and he leaves me nothing!?” I shouted at him.

“You didn’t go through shit. All you did was sit back and get taken care of. You didn’t want for anything Keish, nothing. Anything you wanted you got it with no fuckin’ problem. He didn’t leave you shit because you’re a greedy ass lazy bitch!”

“Fuck you Nasir! You can’t judge me, what you think he was so perfect? That nigga used to beat my ass damn near every day leaving me in the house with a baby I didn’t even want. He forced me to have her, I was 15 years old you think I was ready to be a parent!”

I could tell they were both shocked by what came out of my mouth but it’s the truth and I’ve been holding on to it for the last 21 years. I never wanted Amil, when I got pregnant I was all ready to have an abortion. I was 15 years old; the last thing I wanted to do was be somebody’s mother. I still had a life to live but Dice wasn’t trying to hear that. He forced me to have Amil and I was stuck playing this housewife type role and I hated it. The only reason I never left Dice is because my sister made me realize even though I didn’t want her little ass Amil was my ticket to a luxurious life so I played my position. As soon as I got that ring on my finger and said I do, all that work went out the window. I felt like since he wanted me to have her so bad he could deal with her and raise her the way he saw fit.

When he died I was hurt a little bit. I would be lying if I said I was head over heels in love with him because I wasn’t. What did hurt was going to his lawyer and finding out that he left me nothing. All the years I put in with that nigga holding him down and he leaves everything to Amil. My feelings were hurt and I was pissed off so I decided to keep the money for myself. Was it wrong? To them maybe it was, to me it wasn’t. It’s not like she was broke or was going to go broke. The girl was fine, so they’re over here being extra as hell.

“Something is seriously wrong with you. That’s your fuckin’ daughter.”

“So? What’s your point? I didn’t want her, if Dice wasn’t beating my ass she wouldn’t even be here.”

“Pause right there. My brother didn’t beat your ass; I do remember y’all getting into some altercations because you always did some bullshit.”

“Bullshit like what?”

“Bullshit like leaving Millz in the house alone when she was still a fuckin’ child. He’s gone all day and she’s home alone. Oh wait let’s talk about you dropping her off in front of the fuckin’ projects at 11 o’clock at night just so you could go party with that bum ass sister of yours.”

“Oh please, I know you like to think your brother is some grand man and can do nothing but guess what. He did do wrong, he did wrong to me. As soon as I had her ass everything became about her! All day every day I had to hear about that little bitch.”

“Yo you are the fuckin’ devil.” Darnell shook her head at me.

“Shut the fuck up because you don’t know shit either. Your uncle was a disrespectful asshole; your cousin is an even bigger asshole. She’s just like him; all she gives a fuck about is herself. I don’t even know why y’all here defending her and looking down on me. Yes I took some money, so what? It’s not like the little bitch cares about me anyway!”

“That’s how you feel?” We all looked towards the door to see Amil standing at the entrance. I was surprised by how big she was, I heard she was having twins but seeing her with that bulging belly was crazy to me.

“Where the hell were you?” Darnell asked her but she never said anything, she just kept her eyes on me.

“Amil listen-“

“I’m not listening to shit.  I always felt like something was off about how you treated me but just hearing you say all of that shit just puts everything in perspective. You never loved me, you never loved my father. You just cared about what having us around could get you.” Amil chuckled then wiped her face before looking at Nasir. “I know I told you that I couldn’t get rid of her because she’s my mother. Honestly, I don’t even give a fuck anymore. Do what you need to do to make sure she’s never going to be a problem.”

“Amil wait,” She just waved me off and walked down the driveway. Nasir smirked closing the door with his foot.

“Bye Keish.” He pulled his gun from the small of his back and pointed it at my head. Before I could even begin to repent I felt a strong burning sensation in my chest before everything went black.

Darnell

As soon as my uncle closed the door with his foot I followed Millz down the driveway and down the street towards her car. “Are you okay?” I asked her already knowing the answer. I could see the tears falling down her face and her face went a deeper shade of red every time she took a breath.

“My feelings are hurt but I’ll be alright.” She mumbled loud enough for me to hear.

“You’re right about that. What happened to your house? Why is it empty?”

“I don’t need my stuff there if I won’t be staying there.” She shrugged her shoulders.

“Alright, where are you going? Did you move to another hotel?”

“I am going to a new hotel far away from here.”

“What do you mean far away from here?” I grabbed her arm making her stop walking.

“I mean exactly what I said. I’m leaving; I need to get the fuck out of here while I still have a little bit of my sanity. If I stay here I’m going to lose my shit and do something stupid.”

“Millz I think leaving is really stretching it. Whatever you’re going through you have us, you wanna leave and get away from the family or something?”

“Can we talk about this shit when we get the fuck out of here Oprah?” She snatched her arm away and went over to her car. I followed and got in with her. When she pulled off down the street I looked at her.

“So what’s up? You don’t want to be around us or something?”

“I’m not saying that. I love y’all and I know y’all got my back no matter what but I just need a break. I need to get to know who the hell I am outside of being Dice Diamond’s daughter.”

“What’s wrong with being Dice Diamond’s daughter? You’ve been doing just fine with being that.” I was trying to understand what the hell Millz was talking about because to me it sounded like she was trying to give up on the family. With everything going on I feel like she needs us more than anything, why would she try to leave?

“Nothing is wrong with it so stop trying to take what I’m saying the wrong way. Yes I’m his daughter but that’s not where it ends for me and in Jersey my dad is all that matters to people. If they’re not hung up on my father they call me I’m Prophet’s girl, well now his baby mama and that’s nothing to jump through hoops about either.”

“So what exactly are you saying because, I’m still confused. We’re Diamonds, that’s who we are. You’re making it sound like it’s a problem.”

“No I’m not you’re just taking it that way. I love y’all to death but can I just be Millz. Not Millz Diamond, daughter of Dice but Millz the person. Can I have some time to myself? I know I say I’m alone a lot but I’m not and you helped me realize I was wrong. I’m the furthest thing from alone.”

“Where is all of this coming from Millz?”

“All of this bullshit going on with my mother had me thinking. That bitch was jealous, childish, and evil. I don’t want to be like that. I’m about to be a mother and I refuse to be a fucked up parent like she was. I’m about to be responsible for two lives and in order to raise them right I need get myself together. Honestly I need to grow the fuck up and I can’t do that which y’all taking care of me all the time. I need to take of myself and I need to do that in a place where my last name doesn’t make people hit the door before they really get to know me.”

Nodding my head I gave her a small smile. “I think I get what you’re saying. You want your own identity and that starts with being an adult and doing for yourself.”

“Exactly; as corny as it sounds I need to find myself.” We both laughed before she continued, “I’m not going anywhere far. Virginia is only like an hour away by plane.”

“Virginia? You said that shit like it’s around the corner. That is far.”

“It’s really not though.”

“If I gotta take a plane to get there that shit is far. What about when the babies are born? How are you going to handle two babies alone?”

“It’s nannies in Virginia.”

“Millz,”

“What? I’m dead ass serious, if I need to hire somebody to help me I will. Plus I talked to Cameron last night. He’s going to come down when I have them and go back and forth between here and there. He was pissed at first but he’ll be alright.”

“So you’ve figured this out. What about your business.”

“You already know I have my money figured out. Gia’s house is done; well my job is done. I’m going to tell my people to change the information on my website. Like the phone number, location and all of that. Trust me I got this.”

“When are you leaving?”

“After I drop you off somewhere. I’m driving down there since I have all my stuff with me.”

“So you’re moving to Virginia, alone. You’ve made your mind up.”

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy but it is what it is. It’s not like you’re never going to see me again; I’ll be up here for the Holidays. If I can’t fly I’ll make Cameron’s ass come down and drive me back up so I’m there for Christmas. I’m going down there now to find a house for me to live in. Something with three bedrooms so I can just work from home after I drop these big head boys.”

“I still don’t like you leaving but you’re grown. You have to do what you have to do. You don’t just pack up all your shit and not say anything to anybody though.”

“I’m not telling Vick and them anything. All they’re going to do is try to make me stay and that’s not happening. Tell them after I leave. As a matter of fact wait until I get to Maryland I’ll call you then you can tell them.”

“Are you telling Trouble you’re leaving?”

“Nope, what I do isn’t his business. You know I went scoping on Facebook and found that Nicki girls profile.”

“How? You don’t even know her full name.”

“It wasn’t hard; I just went on Trouble’s page. The nigga is barely on there and he has like fifty friends if that much so I just skimmed through his friends list and she was there. I went on her page this morning and guess what I saw.”

“What?”

“Nicki whatever the fuck her last name is; is now in a relationship and she posted a picture of them in the damn bed like three something this morning. Now I’m not the smartest person on earth but common sense told me he was who she was talking about being in a relationship with. So, that Trouble shit is dead.”

“See what happens when you decide to be stubborn. You basically pushed him in the arms of that bitch.”

“That might be true but oh well. My focus needs to be on these babies and myself. Fuck a Cameron, fuck a Trouble fuck that Nicki bitch. If it’s not about my kids, my money or my business it doesn’t matter. He can have her and she can have him. Just know when I do come back home for good, that nigga is going to wish he never met that bitch.”

“Are you on some grand scheme to get him at some point because, that’s what it sounds like to me.”

“Hell no, I don’t want that nigga. I know I said what I said to him but he violated. That was the first time me and Trouble ever got into it like that and the first thing he does is go running the bitch he swore he had nothing serious with.”

“You told him to.”

“Alright and? If I tell him to drop dead is the nigga going to go jump off a bridge to end his life? Hell no, so that’s not an excuse. It’s cool though, he wasn’t mine so he’s free to do whatever it is he wants to. I just don’t want shit to do with it.”

“Well you do what you need to do. I’m coming down there when you have the babies so you better call me.”

“You already know I am. Don’t open your mouth and tell Vick shit until I call you Darnell.”

“They have their hands full with Keisha’s dead body. I probably won’t even hear from them until later tonight so don’t worry about it.”

When Millz pulled up in front of my house I looked at her. “You better call me every fuckin’ hour up until you get to whatever hotel you’re staying in.”

“I got you, I’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”

I leaned over and hugged her before getting out the car. “I love you Darnell.”

“Bitch you better.” I chuckled. “I love you too, be safe Millz.”

“I got you.” She winked before pulling off. Shaking my head I just went in the house. I was worried about my cousin and I really didn’t want her going anywhere but if she felt like she had to do this then it’s her choice.