#ty to the homies trying to help me wrap my head around this one

[puke-ur-gutz]

ppl joke about being stupid but then when you suffer actual cognitive decline and make your needs known to those around you are engaging in bad faith?

[greasyghosts]

Hi mayhaps I just binge read a bunch of your things and omg it's so good you write so well <3 if it's okay, could I request dancing bachata (or to any hispanic music in general) with Chuuya, Dazai, and Sigma (and possibly Nikolai too if you write for him 👀) thank you and I hope you're having an amazing day!!!

EEEKK YES OMG TY FOR REQUESTING THIS

❝ Dancing bachata with them ❞

Featuring: Chuuya, Dazai, Sigma, and Nikolai

!please don't repost, plagiarize, or copy my work ♡

A/n: I loved writing this oml it was kind of hard to write though I'm ngl, but nonetheless, it was very fun. Each one is kind of short I'm sorry

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Chuuya:

Homie knows how to bachata.

DEADASS

I have no clue how or where he learned, but he did, and he's GOOD.

(I'm thirsty for him, and it probably shows..)

Anyways..

When you held out your hand to him when you were starting out, he'd immediately join in without hesitation

Perfectly matches your movements (though his eyes would probably be on your hips the entire time)

Lots of turning you around and spinning with him still holding onto your hands so his arms would cross around you

That's probably his favourite move because he loves the intimacy of it

This was posted on April 29th so happy birthday Chuuya :)

You two were at a bar when one of your favourite songs started to play, and you immediately got up to dance with a smile

"Chuuya! Care to join me? I'm not dancing bachata alone!" You'd giggle out

If he wasn't already smiling from alcohol, he'd be grinning as he'd get up, his hands meeting your hips as he'd run them up your back and gliding his hands to yours.

Your hands would interlink as you'd begin to sway to the music, his eyes watching your movements with a smile

"Hey, you're pretty good at that!" He'd grin as his hips moved with yours

As the music played on, your hands would wrap around his neck, and his supported your back.

Noticing how good his footwork was made you smile even brighter

"Chuuya, where'd you learn to bachata?" Your eyes meeting his

He'd shrug with a smug smirk. "I just have my ways" before stepping away, his hands meeting yours again as he'd turn you, his arms crossing over yours with your back to his chest.

He was a romantic at heart, Chuuya would love those old 1900's pet-names, he'd call you "Doll" and has probably called you a "dime-piece" a handful of times.

And in moments like this, it was easy to get lost in the moment with your lover boy.

The night went on with the two of you dancing. You were sure to leave with a smile and lovely memories. Your feet sore from all the dancing along with Chuuyas inevitable hangover

Dazai:

PFFT I don't think he'd know how to bachata

But he'd try!

He'd get the footwork down, but overall, he'd be pretty stiff lol (aka he'd step your toes)

Although whatever music is playing and whatever dance you're doing, he'd love being close to you

Very teasy and handsy when you dance together

Face, in your hair, 24/7

You were trying to teach Dazai to bachata for an event that was coming

He had already stomped on your feet a solid 9 times before he got the slight hang of it

"Osamu... You've got to move your hips more"

"But bellaa~, I'm trying!"

That's pretty much how it was going so far

Arms? Check

Footwork? Ehhh getting there

Hips? Definitely not Shakira worthy..

But even though he ultimately sort of sucked, you two were having fun!

He'd keep pulling your back into his chest, his face in the crook of your neck. Sure, he wasn't romantic at times, but he couldn't help but feel a bit sappy in this moment. (Even with his non-committal ass) He knew he'd stick with you, and damn was he glad he did.

You'd sigh, and you'd let him hold you for a little while.

"Wanna stop for tonight? Take a break?" You'd ask him, noticing his depleting energy

He'd nod his head a bit, turning you around to place a kiss on your forehead.

It was sweet..

Until he managed to step on your toes for the 10th time.

Sigma:

I love this man

He'd learn to bachata just for you

Like, he'd say he has a surprise for you, pulls you off the couch, and starts dancing with you.

Probably because you had asked him to bachata with you once, but he didn't know how, so he declined

(We all know he treats your heart like a de la Rosa)

Mwah, he's just so sweet

It took you by surprise when your duo-haired boyfriend lifted you up from the couch and started dancing with you. It was sweet. But boy, did it cause you to burst into a fit of giggles

This entire thing was awkward. With Sigma already embarrassed, and the way he just pulled you up made your cheeks red laughter.

He'd hide his face, still trying to regain his composure.

But you'd pull his hands down and give him a peck just to calm him down (it'd probably make him even more red, but it's okay)

"Sigma! I appreciate the thought, but the presentation of it -" You'd cut yourself off by your own laughter

At this, Sigma would pull you into a hug, burying his face into your neck to save him the embarrassment of you seeing his blushing face.

Give him some words of consolation to make him feel better, and maybe actually make the moment right for bachata...

And if you'd do this much, he'd actually be able to show you how well he's learned

When he finally does, it sure is impressive.

You can tell he's worked hard learning for you. At least there's consistency in this man's efforts.

But in the end, it was fun.

Nikolai:

The first time you'd ask him, God was he a tease

I doubt he'd actually feel bad for teasing you, but he would one day agree

He already knew how to bachata surprisingly (I kind of have his headcanon where he learns dances in his spare time, but shhh)

It'd be pretty untraditional, though. He'd add his own little moves like always to add ☆flare☆

But he'd probably get bored of it and turn it into a ballroom dance instead

Your clownish lover had you spinning around like a doll in his arms.

Always so gentle with you physically though always playing tricks with your mind with his silly quizzes

Today he was being exceptionally sweet.

'Perhaps it was because he wants something,' you thought.

But no, all those weeks ago when you'd ask him to dance and he'd tease you for it. That's why he was doing this for you today.

But, Nikolai? Feeling bad? Pfft what a joke. Well, that's atleast what he'd tell himself anyways.

You were his lover, he'd prize you above all else.

Just to be in your arms was a grace of the heavens in his eyes

And to see your slightly sullen face after he'd joke and prod at you, it soured his mood

He'd never admit it to you, nor himself really. But he was, in fact, vulnerable around you.

So at last he'd swallow his pride and dance with you.

His steps moved with expertise almost, but before you knew it he'd change the dance entirely

"Ugh.." Nikolai would groan

"I was getting bored anyways! Would you rather me quiz you, Dear Beloved?" He'd tease you even more

But after you'd tap out, your feet getting sore from dancing. That was when you'd finally notice the sincerity hiding in his eyes.

Final A/n: please don't mind the writing change during Nikolais! Some dead writer probably possessed me.. anyways I rlly apologize about the wait on this one! I rushed to finish it so I didn't proofread it, sorry if there's mistakes!!

[flocholate-chip]

imagine comforting floch after he has a nightmare n petting his hair while he clings onto you im going to be ill i love him sm

Omfg literally imagine though. It’s late and the window is slightly cracked and the room is chilly, and you have the blanket pulled up over your shoulder on the verge of sleep. The door startled you when you hear a soft bang, and then you realize somebody is knocking on the wood. They sound so hesitant and unsure. You’ve been at the yeagarist base as a ‘prisoner’ for about a week now. I put parentheses on prisoner because you aren’t even sure if you can consider yourself one. You’re given almost full reign of the base, simply because for reasons you can’t understand, the devoted charismatic ginger is so so desperate that you see his point and join his side. He could care less if the others agree with them, he’ll mow them down, and yet for some reason it’s so important to him that you agree with him. You don’t get it, but what can you really do?

And then you find yourself laying there questioning which buttfuck yeagarist is knocking on your door so late. It surely isn’t an emergency. There would be more shouting outside, or the knocks would be more urgent at least. The knocks seem so light the person might as well not even be trying to wake you up, which defeated the whole purpose of wrapping their knuckles on the wooden door in the first place.

None the less you find yourself getting up, pulling on your robe as you adjust the silk of the outfit you’re wearing. (Depending on your gender preference that could be a nightgown or maybe you’re just a really classy homie rocking a silk button down. You know? Feel yourself.)

You don’t even bother tying the thick fluffy robe completely around your waist, as you don’t feel you have time. By the time your bare feet had hit the floor to make their way to your door the knocking had already slowed. And by the time you were at the door, adjusting the silk of your sleepwear to make sure you were presentable, the knocking had completely stoppped.

Your hand brushes against the cold metal of the handle, tainted by the chilled air, and you shiver slightly before pushing down on it and pulling open the door to the sight of....

Nothing....

You stare for a moment in shock and confusion at the empty doorway, blinking a couple of times before clearing your throat, muttering a soft

“What the fuck...?” Under your breath as you barely stepped out into the hallway, looking down both ways. If you saw no one... you were going to assume you were being fucked with, or this place was haunted as fuck.

You looked left and the hallway was empty... so you looked right,

Just in time to catch a sliver of ginger hair attempting to quickly disappear around the corner.

So you stepped out just a little further into the hall, squinting slightly in the dark before stepping out after the person. You just needed to get close enough to see who was fucking with you and then-

Your hand hit their shoulder, whipping them around quickly, which they didn’t seem to like, as they quickly flinched away. You weren’t sure how you’d moved fast enough to catch up with them already but, god speed you know?

None the less, when you saw the face of the person standing before you, you were left momentarily shocked, trying to piece together what the fuck was happening.

“Forster???”

He grimaced and looked away. You stood there for a moment, mouth opening and closing confusedly like a fish out of water. You caught your breath then, and took in a gasp of air, preparing to use it to go off on him and ask him why he was playing such a cheap prank as ding dong ditching. Didn’t he have better things to do???

But then- you stopped yourself, one finger pointed out in front of your face and mouth hanging open as if you were about to begin to make a statement but... you couldn’t. You were caught off guard by something else.

Maybe you had just connected that he flinched when you first touched him. Or maybe you were finally questioning why his cheeks were so red. His eyes were puffy.... nose just as red as his flushed cheeks. He was biting his lower lip slightly, brows furrowed. Both of his fists were clenched at his sides tightly. His ken doll cut of ginger hair was... messy. It was parted at an odd direction to the left, part of it sticking up at an odd angle as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

The closer you looked... come to think of it. His green military jacket looked hastily thrown on.... the uniform underneath softer than usual.... sleep where? Were his shoulders shaking???

Your hand dropped slowly back to your side as you watched his face. He refused to seem to want to meet your gaze. So, for a moment you both just stood there in silence before you finally softly muttered,

“Floch??” You tried to be careful with your tone. You weren’t sure what state the self appointed captain was in.

He took in a deep breath, and then suddenly blurred out.

“So do you hate me? Or what??”

You stared in absolute awe for a second as you tried to process the word vomit that had just been thrown at you. Finally, squinting slightly in confusion you murmured,

“What? No- i don’t hate you floch... what are you doing though it’s late? Surely you’re not outside my door at three in the morning to ask me if i am fond of you or not.”

“So you don’t hate me?” He dodged your question.

“Why won’t you listen to me then? Nothing is working out right now- these battles are going to shit and it seems like we’re loosing and-“

You’d never seen him like this.

“These people are relying on me!” He continued,

“They’re relying on me to be eren’s voice! And I’m only trying to do what’s right for the sake of Eldia and i really can’t keep fighting this hard without-“

“Floch- what the hell are you-“

“I need you!” He spat.

“All you do is deny me but i need you, don’t you get that?”

You found yourself silent again, standing there staring at the ginger in shock, you had no idea how to process what you were hearing.

“I need you like you were there for me four years ago....” he whispered. And finally he made eye contact with you, and you noticed the fresh glaze of liquid on his lower lids. The way it made his golden brown eyes glisten in the moonlight coming from the small hall window. His lip was trembling, his voice cracked.

“I lost everyone... y/n.... and you were the ONLY one that was there for me? Why- i don’t know, you had so many other things to do and you chose to stick by me.... i need you like that again.... please... tell me you’ll stand by me again.”

“Floch...” you were quiet for a moment, trying to find your words, and then you spoke.

“You’re one of my closest comrades-“ at the word ‘comrade’ you watched the light leave his eyes a little bit, and you stumbled to reword your sentence, not quite sure where you went wrong.

“You know I’ll always stand by you- even if i don’t support what you-“

“I need you more than i needed you then-“ he interrupted you.

“I wanted you more then... but.... i need you more now.”

“Floch- what in the world are you talking ab-“ you could barely get a word in with the ginger being as worked up as he was.

“I need you more now! I need you in a different way!”

“Floch!” You whisper hissed, reaching out and slapping a hand over his mouth. He let out a muffled shout, which you aggressively shushed.

“What has gotten into you, do you want to wake up everyone in this base?!?” You hissed. He was quiet for a moment, glancing back and forth from your hand to your eyes. You cleared your throat and then in a calmer tone, very gently whispered.

“I don’t know what you mean by a different way, Floch i need you to really explain to me what you need from me because i can’t help you if you don’t explain to me what the fuck is running through that muddled little mind of yours....”

“Y/n....” he whimpered slightly, looking desperate if not almost hopeless.

“You’ve been my only real friend for years.... always sticking around me and staying with me when things were at their worst. Defending me.... caring for me... you’d have to understand where i get off wanting more out of this relationship.”

“I mean... maybe?” You muttered.

“But- I’m not sure I’m following. You’re ranting frantically and By the walls you’re shaking like a leaf.... why don’t we get you some tea and then you can explain to me what-“

You were cut off by something warm pressed against your lips, and you fought for a moment before realizing it was the ginger’s desperate... and awkward attempt at kissing you. It wasn’t... the best kiss you’d ever had in regards to technique but... something about it still set your body on fire. Within seconds, without even thinking you’d thrown your arms around his neck, gently pulling him closer. His whole body shuttered at your welcoming invite his romantic advance and he tilted his head slightly to deepen the sloppy kiss. He was simply desperate to feel you on his skin. You weren’t pushing him off... after weeks of your avoidant behavior you weren’t pushing him off. You weren’t telling him to get the fuck away from you. He felt his knees buckle slightly, but he didn’t think it was that big of a deal until you’d gasped. He only then realized his lips weren’t on yours anymore, and he was leaned into you awkwardly, topped over on his knees in front of you.

“Floch....” you muttered softly, slipping a hand around to gently support him before he fell completely over.

“Woah woah.... you never explained why you’d been crying. What’s going on... are you okay?”

He cleared his throat, tiredly resting his head against your stomach as he tried to grab his bearings again, grunting out in embarrassment,

“Sorry i just.... i.... i had a nightmare is all... it’s not that big of a deal... listen... um.”

With this new found fuck up he was having to face, he was quickly considering the option of just retreating and not having to face the fact that he just kissed you and collapsed.

“Maybe i should just go back to my room and we can talk about this tomorrow over tea? I-“

“Floch.... no.” You sighed quietly, slipping a hand gently around his torso.

“Come on.... come sleep in my bed.... it’s okay.”

He was still for a moment, contemplating, before nodding.

Your room was still cool, but he found comfort in the chilly air even after he took off his jacket, exposing his arms to the cold. Sliding into the bed against your warm body seemed to ease every ounce of cold in the room, and he welcomed the offer to gently nuzzle his face into your plush chest, soothed by the sound of your heart beat.

“So this is why you’ve been so intent on keeping me around, huh?” You joked softly as you gently brought a hand up to card through his hair.

“Because you love me?”

Your smile dropped from smug to adoring, however, when he softly responded with only a sleepy,

“Mhm.... i... love you.” Into your chest, muffled by your skin. Gently, you curled yourself around him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you wrapped your leg around his torso to pull him closer.

“I love you too flochy....” you whispered softly as you carded your fingers through the ginger’s soft locks, stopping to gently toy with his adorable bangs.

“Get some sleep...” you sighed as you shut your eyes, feeling him hug you tighter.

“And you’ll still be here when i wake up?” He questioned hesitantly, to which you softly replied,

“Promise....”

And when sunrise came, you were, face still buried in his hair, breathing softly. He needed you more than you expected, but you still had no problem coming in clutch. After all, it wasn’t always easy to love him, but for him it was worth it.

((WHY DOES IT ALWAYS BECOME A WHOLE FIC. WHY CAN’T I RESPOND TO ASKS NORMALLY.))

[imagineit-here]

Comethazine - Memory Lane

“Damn mami, you look sexy as hell”, Jahmeir eyed you up and down, taking in your gorgeous body. You smirked, walking past him and going to look in the full body mirror y’all had to admire your body and your tiny baby bump in one of your Fashion Nova dresses.

“Shut up, you gonna try and pin my ass down and I really can’t have that. I’m tryna make it to dinner this time”, you whine, knowing full well that you won’t leave this house cause of his horny ass. He’s always been like this, since the day you guys met.

2 Years ago - Comethazine’s POV “Man I’m really just trying to get new kicks”, I spoke, entering the sports store. I was really digging the new FILAs, hoping I could cop a pair. “Yo man, can I get them huge ass FILAs?”, I told the homie who came to help me.  “Uhm, lemmie hand you over to the manager. She’s gonna tell you when they’re back in stock” He disappeared into the back as I continued scanning through for more goodies. “Hey”, a smooth voice spoke. I turned around and was met by a smiling lil’ lady. She was dressed in the store shirt that was tied up to show her belly, some black fitting leggings, and black some heels. She threw me off my game for a lil’. I quickly looked back up to her eyes which were squinting at me with a ‘really nigga?’ look.

“Right, I was asking for the FILAs. Y’all have em?”, I quickly snapped out of it and continued to walk around, looking at her through the mirrors all over the walls. “Yeah, I don’t know why Donny forgot we got a new stock. Lemmie get some from the back”, and with that, she trotted off, making sure she walked like she was in a damn catwalk. “Damn, y’all see her?”, I turned around to my homies who equally agreed that she was bad. It’s not even like she was one of them big booty hoes, she just had a different feel to her, on top of that, she was naturally beautiful. Just my type.

“Here”, she came back out, her glossy lips smiling happily as she seemed satisfied to find what I was looking for. I quickly tried them on, liked them, and was headed for the checkout. “So, you taken? Y/n”, I put on my most desirable face, as I read her name tag. Our eyes connecting only for a split second before she looked back at the register. A small shy smile appeared on her face and I already knew I had her hooked. “No”, she timidly answered, her answer excited me as a smile also creeped up on my face. Little did I know that that would be the beginning of a roller coaster fucking joy ride.

Y/n used to show up to my shows whenever I was in town, I always tried to make time for her. Always fucking whenever I got the chance to see her. She was like a lil drug I couldn’t get enough of. It had been about 9 months and I tried to keep this long distance thing going on. It was a shock for her cause she didn’t know who I was, let alone the life I was living. I cared for her, however, the life I was in didn’t allow for a monogamous relationship. I explained everything to her. She didn’t take it well, but agreed to just be fuck buddies, I know that’s not what she wanted but I couldn’t put her through something I couldn’t commit to.

“Y/n?”, I lowly called out as I entered her crib. She always left a spare key in the flower pot outside just incase I showed up after shows. I took off my FILAs and placed them neatly by the door. The lights were off and I could hear some Masego playing in her room. She must be asleep, she always plays Masego when falling asleep. I made my way up the stairs, shit, I was a lil’ high so it was a struggle

I slowly opened the door,making sure it didn’t make too much noise. Her bedside light was dimly lit so I could see her perfect body. There she was comfortably sleeping on the bed, probably dreaming of me. She was in some velvet shorts and a sports bra. Fuck... she looked sexy. I crept into the bed, laying my head on her ass, gently smacking it a little, my ass. I missed it. She groaned a little, then abruptly got up, causing my head to fall hard on the bed. “Chill the fuck out baby it’s only me”, I chuckled, picking my head back up and perching my elbows on the bed for support. “You snuck up on me you fool”, she playfully slapped my cheek, then gave me a long ass kiss. “What’re you doing here? I thought you wouldn’t be back till next week”, she says now playing with my hair as I stared at the ceiling, thinking of my answer. “Ionno”, I shrugged which made her giggle. “You stupid” “I missed your ass”, I said, facing her now, all she could do was smile, then it turned into a frown. “How many bitches were you fucking?” God, I hated it when she brought this shit up. Always makes me feel guilty and shit. But I knew where my heart was - with her. “Don’t think bout that mami” She sighed and looked down. I hated seeing her sad, cause truth is, I think I was in love with this girl and I ain’t fuck nobody. The only logical thing for me to do was say... “Marry me”, I blurted out. She looked up at me confused, surprised and caught off guard. “What?”, her voice cracked a little. “Marry me”, I said again, nonchalantly. I been knew she was the one. “Jahmeir I’m not playing with you”, she sternly said, getting up off the bed and walking to the master bathroom, tying her hair. I stood up too, followed her to the bathroom and stood by the door, watching her as she had an angry expression on her face. I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her. “I mean it”, I said spinning her around to face me and pinning her against the sink, gripping her sides gently. We were face too face, her gaze never breaking mine, even though she looked mad. “I... mean... it...”, I lowly said, giving her kisses all over her face in between my words. “I’m in love with you girl, I knew it from the start” She giggled, playfully pushing my face away. “Ha ha, very funny” I got down on one knee, held her hand and started to speak. “Baby, I mean it when I say I’m in love witchu, I’ve never felt this way about nobody. I ain’t fucked nobody cause I knew that you’re the only one I want to continuously give myself to. Baby, I love you. I only wanna be with you mama, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, build a family, grow old and shit. I’m not very good and this lovey dovey shit but you are the woman I wanna marry. I wanna be the man to put a smile on your face everyday. Will you marry me Y/n?” I said every thing on my chest.  She stared at me in awe. “Stand up, I love you I love you I love you. A million times yes”, she said as she jumped on me giving me a thousand kisses at once. “I love you, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment baby”, she said, staring at my eyes, then trailing down to my lips. I set her down on the sink, gently kissing all over her neck. My hands explored her body as I left softly sucked on her neck. She let out a small moan and her hands immediately gripped my face, crashing her lips onto mine. “I love you”, she whispered, a smile formed on my lips and I connected our lips once again.

I picked her up and steadily made my way to her prince bed, our lips still locked. My hands firmly gripping her perfect little bum as we stumbled past the stuff on the floor. I gently placed her on the bed and immediately glided on top of her. Our lips crashed once again, playing tug of was with our tongues. I broke the kiss only for a split second and pulled off my shirt. Her now dark eyes already undressing me. Her hands unknowingly explored my back muscles as I started to leave wet kisses just before her breasts. My teeth teasingly taking down her sports bra, my mouth lightly grazing her beautiful racks which caused her to giggle. “You know my boobs are my ticklish spot”, she giggled but eased into it soon enough, placing her hands gently on the sides of my face. I chuckled in response but ignored her comment, diving into her boobs, slowly sucking on her right tit and lightly running my index finger on her left. A small moan escaped her lips, God that made me wanna fuck the shit outta her. My lips trailed down her belly, up and down. I stopped when I got to the band of her shorts, pulling my head up and lifting my body, now I had a clear view of her. “Stop staring”, she stuck her tongue out at me which caused me to roll my eyes playfully too. “Oh you were expecting me?”, I lowly teased when I saw she had no panties on. Now it was her turn to roll her eyes. These shorts look cute on her but they gotta get the fuck outta here. I thought to myself, tossing her shorts to God knows where and slowly parting her legs. “Daddy’s gonna eat today”, I said as I licked my lips and dove into my dessert.

- Y/n and I’s wedding day was the best day of my life. Even if we were quite young, we both knew we wanted to spend forever with each other. Surprisingly, on both ends, everyone supported us. Y/n wanted it to be an intimate wedding with only our friends and family. My side of the family had other ideas. Over a thousand people showed up, I didn’t know I even knew this many niggas. It was all love though. There was that store clerk that I always bothered for alcohol, the nigga by the gas station, shit, even the postman. All the people I was around when growing up were there. Now listen, I ain’t never shed a tear in a minute. But when I saw my baby walk down the aisle, I was sweating. I wanted everything to be perfect, I knew just what would make her happy.  So I pulled some strings and managed to bring Masego to perform. Y/n almost passed out when she saw him as she walked with her pops, it was like she was getting married to him! The second part of the wedding, the night show, was crazy.

The stars came out and the alcohol came out too. That explained why the toasts were mad crazy. There was a lot of ‘We didn’t think you’d settle down’ some ‘you’ve left the bachelors gang’ but most of all, a lot of ‘we wish y’all the best’, I was grateful for all. Y/n and I wore matching navy blue outfits, my suit, which I looked dashing in blended well with her short but classy navy blue dress that was open at the back. Man we were a sexy couple.

Y/n and I opened up the dancefloor with Masego playing in the background. The lights were dimmed down a little to set the mood, the dancefloor covered in rose petals. It was beautiful. “I adore you!”, Y/n cheered which caused our audience to laugh. The nigga never broke out of character, I see why Y/n obsesses over him. “And I adore you”, I lowly said, staring at her. My hand positioned on the small of her back and the other holding her free hand. A cheesy smile plastered to her face, that smile never left her lips. She was glowing, I was too. It felt like time slowed down for a moment. It was just her and me - oh and Masego. Life with her has been absolutely perfect.

Present time - Your POV “What? You don’t feel like going anymore?”, you said as you looked through the mirror at your husband who was perched on a chair staring into the distance with a goofy smile on his face. “Huh?”, he snapped out of his daze and focused his attention on you. “You’ve been sat there with that stupid smile for the past ten minutes”, you giggled, adjusting one of the necklaces Cometh had gotten for you once upon a time. He stood up and made his way to you, wrapping his arms around you from the back, placing his hands on your little baby bump and resting his head in the crook of your neck, staring at y’all too in the mirror. “Life’s crazy baby, who woulda thought I’d be here with my beautiful wife waiting to bring a beautiful baby to this world? A nigga’s living his best life, on gang” You looked at him with a puzzled look. “Is that what you were thinking about?” “Yeah” “Who woulda thought I’d be married to the guy I met at the sports store?”, you laughed a little. “Mmm me?”, he said turning you to face him, kissing your lips ever so lightly then turning you back to lightly smack your ass. “Ready to go?”, he pulled away from you and started to brush his hair as he slowly paced around the room. 

You scoffed at him with a smile, continuing to put on your hoop earrings. This crazy man was yours, all yours. And you couldn’t have it any other way.