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miyuhpapayuh · 9 months

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22. Vie

"Why do I have to drop you off? I really can't see?" Stevie pouts, pulling into the parking lot of the tattoo shop, simply named Tattz.

"Vie, I already told you that it's a surprise." Rod deadpans, "I'll only be a couple hours."

"Okay, fine." He unbuckles the seatbelt and leans over the middle console to give her a kiss, the frown still on her lips as he pulls away.

He chuckles. "C'mon, baby. Fix your face."

"Are you still getting it in the same place?" Her fingertips stroke his forearm.

"Nah, I want it on my neck." Her eyes widen.

"That's gonna hurt!"

"Eh, the pain is worth it, and you'll see why. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you more." He pecks his lips again, before hopping out of the passenger seat and into the black and brick building.

Fixing her thigh-length dress in the mirror, she grabs her ringing cell off the counter.

"I'm on my way down, now..... yes, I'm wearing the dress, girl!....okay, coming!" Grabbing the pink, heart shaped purse that Rod bought her and slinging it over her shoulder, she drops her phone inside and grabs her sweater off the back of her chair.

Locking Rod's door with her key, she slides into the passenger seat of the black '89 Jeep Wrangler, squeals filling the car.

"I know I just saw you, but I missed you so much!" Tyler pulls Stevie into a hug.

"I missed you too, sis! Where we headed?"

"Let's see... we're gonna hit the mall, grab some food and go back to this poetry club, so you can check out that girl, again. She's super good and I heard she's doing a new piece, today!"

"How you know that?" Stevie asks as Tyler starts driving.

"You're not the only one who likes spoken word, my dear. There's this guy that performs every Wednesday. On top of him being foine, his pieces are really nice."

Stevie shakes her head. "You done made your move, yet?"

"Actually, no. Believe it or not, I'm nervous. But, anyway—"

"Huh? You're nervous?"

"Yes, Stevie. I'm capable of these feelings, apparently."

"Duh!, I just never thought I'd see the day. You like him."

"If you saw him, you'd see why!"

"Woah, he's that cute?"

"I believe the word I used was foine.," Stevie rolls her eyes as her best friend practically drools. "He's about six foot three... high yellow complexion... honey brown eyes.. always keeps a low-cut. Ugh! Those lips, Jesus."

"This is a sight.," Stevie laughs.

"So is he." Tyler dreamily sighs.

Hands full with shopping bags, Tyler and Stevie load up the trunk and sit in the backseat, chomping on the oversized slices of pepperoni pizza.

"Tito's is never gonna go outta business if we got anything to do with it!," Tyler exclaims, a mouth full of cheese.

"If you don't chew that cheese, before you choke.," Stevie laughs.

"Mm-mm!," she swallows her food., "so, what do you think Rod's getting?"

"I don't know and I'm mad that he practically sent me away!" She huffs. "It better be fucking fantastic."

"You're such a drama queen, bro." Tyler shakes her head.

"No. I just wanna see, that's all."

"And, you're going to! Just have patience."

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Heading into the cozy lounge, high off their asses, the pair sit close to the stage.

Casually taking in her surroundings, her eyes set on him. The smirk graces her lips, before she can help it.

Tyler would never immediately admit it to Stevie, but she found herself falling for this guy.

"Ima start calling you googly eyes.," Stevie mumbles, chin in hand to keep her face from hitting the marble surface of the table.

"Shut up!"

"Where is he?"

"Right over there," Tyler reaches across to turn her head in his direction, watching her brows raise. "See! I told you!"

"Oh my goodness. He's cuter than any boy you've ever liked or... ya know."

"I know! you think I should say something to him?"

"Well, you said you were nervous. I don't want you to get in front of him and start babbling like an idiot or anything— unless, he likes that sort of thing." Stevie cheeses.

"I'm not gonna babble. I'm quiet, when I'm high."

"Still, maybe let him approach you—"

"He probably doesn't even know I exist!"

"I bet you, he does."

"What's goin' on, everybody! How y'all doin' today?" The lovely presenter, whose name is Chad, according to Tyler, comes to the stage with his own microphone.

"Dude's a damn trip, ain't he?" Tyler laughs.

"Indeed. He told me and Rod that we were the best lookin' couple in here. Oh no, he spotted me!" She covers her face.

"Hey, ladies! I'm tellin' ya man, you up in here bein' shy!" Stevie laughs, waving him off.

"Aight, aight. Enough of that., y'all know I'm bringing your favorite to the stage! She's got a new piece and it's fiya! Give it up for Suga!" The crowd claps.

He steps off stage and the auburn curtains slowly draw back. The lights dim like usual, casting an already dewy Suga in a natural light, making her look otherworldly.

From the gold in her ears and around her neck, to her hourglass silhouette in the olive sweater dress, Stevie was glued to her seat, ready to hear every word.

"How y'all doin'?," the enchanted crowd whistles in response, making her laugh. "Now, I'm gonna let y'all in a little secret. I was a little nervous about this one, but since y'all are my favorites... I'll go ahead and give it to you. So, here's my newest piece, sweet tooth."

"Honey on my lips,

I can still taste you.

Your scent fresh in the air,

Covering me even when you leave.

I've got a craving for you,

Even at the worst times...

I can't help it,

You've got me hooked.

The feel,

The thrill.

Touch me...

Kiss me..

Taste me...

Feel me...

Whenever you want me,

Come get it. Take it.

You've got me spoiled."

Snaps of approval fill the air, much to her liking. Stevie claps, due to her overexcitement, making Tyler laugh and reach out for her hands.

"Bro, calm down!"

"What??, she's really good!" Stevie swats Tyler away.

"Thank you.," Stevie turns around to face Suga, herself. "Wow, you're prettier up close."

"Me?! Have you seen you??"

An infectious smile graces her face. "I'm Suga."

"I'm Stevie. Can I just say that I'm such a fan of yours!"

Tyler's engaged in their conversation, when she feels a presence near her. She turns her head, locking eyes with the man of her dreams.

"Hi.," his deep voice thuds through her chest, "can I steal you for a moment?"

"I don't think she'd mind." A chuckle leaves her lips, as he helps her down from her seat to the loveseat in the corner.

"I'm Chris. What's your name, beautiful?"

"Tyler., but, you can call me beautiful, too." A low laugh escapes him, giving her a glimpse of his pearly whites, sending her swooning.

"Has anybody ever told you how fine you are?" she asks as she tugs on her bottom lip, shamelessly ogling at him.

"I've heard it a few times."

"You have, huh?"

"Mhm. I like when you say it, though." Her brow lifts as he scoots closer to her.

"Oh, I gotta watch you.,"

"What I do?" He laughs.

"You're too smooth. I'd get in trouble with you."

"A little trouble ain't never hurt nobody, beautiful."

"...speaking of my friend," Stevie looks around, until she spots Tyler cozied up. "Oh, she's good."

"He'd been eyeing her, since he stepped foot in here. I'm glad he took my advice and made his move." Suga giggles, sipping on her cosmo.

"Really? My girl was so nervous to even speak to that man! And to think, she didn't even think he noticed her."

"We sound like a couple of matchmakers, huh?"

"We do! But, I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask away, doll."

"Okay, so poetry is basically my life and I've always dreamt of going up on stage and sharing it, but my nerves have always gotten the best of me. Then, you get up there and started talkin' about how nervous you were and I just need some advice." Stevie stresses.

"Well, since I was young, I've been performing my pieces in front of small crowds. The butterflies never really go away, but it stops being such a big deal, over time. You just gotta be confident in your work! It helps other people perceive you as a big deal."

"Ugh, I wish that kind of confidence came overnight."

"Don't we all!," Suga laughs., "but, I'd love to see some of your work! Maybe, I could help you out."

"I'd love that!"

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"Baby!, I'm home!" Stevie announces, slightly stumbling into the house with her shopping bags, feeling around on the wall for the light switch.

"I'm upstairs!," he yells back. Finding the switch, she sits her bags on the counter and carefully heads upstairs, finding him standing in the bathroom.

"Hey," she slides up behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too. You high?" He asks, peeking down at her. She nods, the goofy grin plastered on her face.

"Can I see the tattoo, now?"

"I guess, I've made you wait long enough." He turns around and pulls the bandage back, watching her eyes light up at the bright red 'Vie' inked on the left side of his neck, in cursive.

"Oh my... you did not get my name tattooed on you!" She gawks at it, lightly tracing her fingers over his skin.

"Of course, I did!" He chuckles.

"What about the flames and all that other stuff?"

"Well, I was gonna do that.. but, it didn't feel right. You felt right. Babygirl, you're my everything. It's only right that I get to carry you everywhere I go."

"Wow," the dreamy look in her eyes makes him smile.

"Do you like it, vie?"

"I love it." She covers the tattoo back up, pulling him in for a kiss. His hands sneak towards the bottom of her dress, gripping her ass.

She laughs into the kiss, reaching back to swat his hands away, "stop!"

"Mm., you look pretty, and that ass is beggin' me to touch it." He pecks her lips, reaching for it again.

"Is it, really?" He nods, kissing her exposed shoulder. His kisses trail up her neck, sending tiny shocks through her body.

Sitting her on the high counter, he wraps his hand in her ponytail, slightly yanking it back, earning a sweet moan. Their lips find each others' in a heated panic.

The minute his hand inches up her thigh, she grips his wrist. He grunts. "what you doin'?"

"Slowing you down."

"Why?"

"Cause, I wanna take care of you." His hand slides between her legs, anyway, cupping her drenched heat. Her jaw goes slack.

"You can do that... I just wanna touch it." Pulling her wet panties to the side, his thumb rubs circles over her slick bud. Her breath gets caught in her chest.

Closing the space between them, Rod shoves his tongue into her mouth. Her wandering hands move to his sweats, palming his growing erection.

"Mmm.," she comes up for air, leaning into him, "let me taste you, baby."

Sinking onto the fluffy rug in his bathroom, she grips the hem of his sweats, slowly pulling them down, revealing his thick and heavy piece.

Her eyes trail up to his, giving a wink as her soft lips press against his veiny girth.

"Soft ass lips..," he mumbles before taking his own bottom one between his teeth, watching her mouth stretch around his length.

"Oh shit.." she starts off quick, bobbing her head up and down. One hand in between her legs and the other jerking him.

"Mm!, that fuckin' mouth." He grips the base of her ponytail, slowing her down. Removing her lips from him with a pop, her hand continues to work against him.

"Can't handle it, baby?" A giggle intertwined in her question.

"Put yo lips back on that dick, babygirl." Doing as she's told, her movements slower and more passion-filled.

"Just like that...," the gravel in his voice sending a chill through her, while she attacks her clit with the slippery pads of her fingers.

"Shit... Ima cum..." she moans against him, suctioning her cheeks. His grip on her hair tightens as he gyrates against her mouth.

"Oh fuckkkkk," he erupts, his eyes shut and mouth wide open. She sucks him up, not wasting a drop. Lazily sliding him out of her mouth, she repeatedly kisses the tip.

"Stop.. shit.," he hisses, pulling her up from the floor and bends her over the counter, facing the mirror.

"You finna get it."

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"Fuck, just like that!" Stevie moans.

Her arousal leaking down her long legs as Rod pounds into her from behind, ponytail in a tight grip.

"Shit.," he grunts, watching her ample ass clap against his thighs, the tip of his dick hitting the spot that makes her clamp down on him.

Her hands claw at the counter as her eyes stay glued to the mirror in front of them, transfixed by the dazed look on her face.

"Feels so good.... feels so!— ohhh shit!" She reaches a hand back to pull him closer, eyes rolling back as her weak spot is located.

"Right there!, ohhh fuuuuuck, right there!" Pressing her chest up against the cold counter, he thrusts into her with brute force, her jaw dropping.

Her nails dig into his skin as her thighs begin to tremble., "I'm gonna cum!" The sweet lilt in her voice making him twitch inside of her.

"Cum on this dick," his breath hitting the back of her neck, making her jump slightly.

"Keep fucking me!, don't stop fucking me!" She cries out, the knot in her belly growing by the second.

"I ain't stoppin', baby... cum on this dick.," he repeats, his tone turning her to mush. Her back caves in as her orgasm rips through her tiny frame.

"Ooh shit!, you fuck me so good." Her words slur as she forces herself back upright. He lowers his lips to her ear and stares at her through the mirror.

"This my pussy.,"

"Yessss, it's your pussy, babyyy!" She moans through gritted teeth.

"Mmnh," Rod grunts, "takin' this dick like a champ today, huh?" She nods.

"I feel it in my chest, daddy." Her eyes shut tightly as a wave of pleasure jolts through her. The angle he's fucking her at, becoming too much for her.

"You got it, baby. Gimme one more."

"Uh! Fuck me!" Her brows knit together. The faces she makes send a chill up his spine.

"Shit... yo high, pretty ass... takin' this dick like daddy taught you.." he teases, gripping her ass.

"I'm gonna cum!"

"I'm right here... let it go.," their peaks hit, simultaneously.

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Reconstructing her ponytail the best she can, Stevie heads downstairs and joins a high Rod in the kitchen.

"There she is!," his goofy grin makes her laugh.

"I've got some exciting news."

"Oh yeah? Lay it on me." She sits on the stool and twists back and forth.

"I met that girl, Suga today!," his brows raise in excitement for her, waiting for her to continue. "I know! She's super sweet and she offered to help me overcome my stage fright!"

"So, you might be gettin' on that stage, sooner than you think! That's amazing, baby."

"I'm really excited!" She cheeses.

"I know, you are. Whenever that day comes, I'll be right there."

"I appreciate you, babe. How's work?" He sighs.

"Lee's about to break my back with these responsibilities, but if I wanna be manager, I gotta be ready for 'em."

"What's he got you doing?"

"I gotta close up shop, every day, now. There's a specific way that he organizes everything and I've gotta follow suit— that one works in my favor, because I'm OCD about stuff like that, too."

"Don't I know it. You had a fit, when I moved your towels around!," he waves her off, laughing.

"Hush, girl."

"Okay, okay." She holds her hands up.

"I'm just gonna have a lot on my plate, soon."

"Well, I'll be here to brighten up your day in any way I can."

"I appreciate it, babygirl. How's it been, back at the house?"

Stevie decided to go back home for a couple days, after Rod installed a new security system for her, calming her nerves a bit.

"Well, the first night was fine, cause Tyler was home. The next couple were rough, though. I felt like a baby, cause I kept my lamp and tv on all night.," she frowns.

"Aw," he rounds the counter and wraps his arms around her. "You're my baby."

She sucks her teeth., "shut up!,"

"I'm joking, babygirl. You want me to go back to the house with you?"

"I'd rather just stay here. I like your bed, more than my own." She laughs.

"It's that therapedic mattress, ain't it?"

"That, and the cutie that it belongs to." She kisses the arm that's draped over her chest. He chuckles, spinning her around to face him.

"Guess who's gotta meet with Mr. Big stuff, tomorrow?"

"You're so corny," she laughs, "are you gonna be nice?"

"I'm always nice, Alaina. As long as he doesn't start anything, we'll be cool."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, we'll see."

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Knocking on the green screened door, the pair hold their sweets, securely; Stevie with a pound cake and Rod with a cherry pie.

Viv opens the door with a bright smile on her face. "Oh, my babies! You made it!" She kisses their cheeks and pulls them inside and into the kitchen.

"You can sit those down, right there.," she points to a clearer spot on her counter. "How have you two been?"

"We've been great, ma. How you been?" Rod asks, his eyes wandering.

"I've been lovely. David's looking for you, as a matter of fact."

"Word?, where he at?"

"Out in the backyard, talking to your aunts."

"Cool, cool. Stevie, come on. Let me introduce you to my people." She gladly takes his hand as he leads her outside.

"Hey, baby!"

"Aw, you're so handsome!"

"Spitting image of his mama, ain't he?!" His aunts greet him in the same that Stevie's family did her, making her laugh to herself.

Briefly releasing her hand to hug and kiss them, he grabs it again to introduce her.

"Aight, aight," he laughs, "this is my girlfriend, Stevie."

"You're so beautiful, darling," aunt Monica pulls her into a hug, which she accepts.

"Thank you!, it's nice to meet you."

"You too, sweetheart."

"I'm Angie, it's nice to meet you." Another hug as the scent of vanilla hits her nose.

"You too, you smell good!"

"Thanks! I make my own perfume."

"She'd brag about it to everybody if she could., I'm Jessie. It's a pleasure to meet you." One more hug.

"You, as well. Wow, the genes in this family are strong."

"We get that a lot!" They all laugh.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Monica asks.

"Seven months." Stevie says.

"Going on eight, pretty soon." Rod adds, pulling her into his side.

"Oh, wow! A year, soon! You two are just the cutest! Aren't they??" Jessie rambles.

"They really are." David comes through the back door. "Hello, ladies."

"Hi, David," they reply in unison, making Rod suck his teeth.

"How you doin', man?" He addresses Rod.

"I'm straight. I need to talk to you."

"Aight. Let's go talk, then." David leads the way. Rod almost gets away, until Stevie pulls him back.

"Be nice," she pleads, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Cut that out. I'm the definition of nice." He repeats her gesture, adding a kiss on her nose, before disappearing.

"That boy's a card, yeah?" Viv joins them outside.

"If that ain't the word for him, I don't know what is. I just hope he don't go out there, actin' a fool."

"Big man like David'll knock him down to size," they both laugh.

"Does he not like him?" Angie asks.

"No." Stevie and Viv quickly answer.

"Why?? David's a good guy." Monica says, waving her cigarette clad hand in the air.

"Rod isn't used to me being with anybody, so the adjustment is just taking longer. I hope he'll grow out of that, soon." Viv frowns.

"Well, that's what this talk is supposed to do." Stevie explains. "Hopefully the tension gets resolved and Rod can see that David isn't a bad guy."

"So, what did you wanna talk about, son?" David asks, sitting on one side of the picnic table.

"Ima just cut right to it. You being with my mom don't sit right with me. I'm sure you're good to her, and I hope you are for your sake... but, I don't wanna see her get hurt." He cracks his knuckles underneath the table.

"Sounded like a threat," David laughs.

"Promise." Rod corrects.

"Okay, okay. There's no need for that. I'm not here to hurt ya mom. We've been friends for a very long time. You're not the only one that hated seeing her go through the shit your father put her through." David explains. "She deserved and still deserves better than that., you and I both know that." Rod lifts his eyebrows in agreement.

"True."

"I'm not gonna hurt her. She's far too special to me. I promise." Searching his face for untruths, Rod comes up empty handed.

"I'll lay off you... for now," it takes a minute for him to crack a smile, letting David know that it was okay to laugh.

“I guess you're not a bad dude."

"I'll take it." They stood up from the table, "glad we could solve this like adults." He pats Rod's shoulder.

"Not gonna lie, my initial instinct was to fight. But ma raised me better than that, and Stevie would've literally killed me." Rod chuckles as they head back towards the the small crowd.

"They don't play."

"No, they do not!"

“Now, let's talk about this tattoo I'm seein’, peekin’ from underneath your collar, son.” Viv grills as soon as he's back in her grasp.

“Ah, come on ma. You don't like it?”

“If you like it, that's all that matters chy.”

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ivysimagines · 3 years

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Hey, love. 💞 I hope you’re having a WONDERFUL day! Can I request a Blurb w/ JJ x Fem! Reader? The Reader is John B’s younger sister, and it’s the Hot Tub Scene? JJ and the Reader planned on being married in the future. JJ fantasized buying her a gargantuan engagement ring, but the pair acknowledged they wouldn’t be able to afford it. However, alongside the Hot Tub, Generators, and Delivery, he bought her an engagement ring too? Angst w/ Fluff, please? Thank you! 💞

of course I can! sorry it took me a bit to get to this. I’ve had bad allergies n haven’t been in the mood to write. anyways, the scenario isn’t exactly the way it is in the episode but i made it pretty similar.

pairing: JJ Maybank x Fem! Reader

request: above.

warning: mentions of abuse, cussing, angst w/ fluff, and underage drinking.

Title: Catch

(thoughts are in italics and bold!)

I sit in the backseat of Pope’s truck listening to trees rustling and the tires driving over the old rocky pavement.

They seriously need to get this road redone.

“Guys, this has gotta be done before my scholarship interview in the morning” Pope says.

I roll my eyes.

Will he ever shut up about that?

Like, he’s smart as fuck.

You’ll get a scholarship somewhere.

“Oh my god, Pope” i say, making it clear i’m annoyed.

“What, Y/N?”

“Guys, no fighting” kiara adds while reaching for her seatbelt buckle.

Okay mom.

Pope parks his truck near some trees.

We all unbuckle our seatbelts quickly and hop out.

Pope and Kie are talking about the plan to get the gold.

I hate that John B gets into this shit.

This is exactly how our dad died.

He can’t die or I’ll have no one.

I walk to the back of the truck and slip my phone into my back pocket.

I lean against the truck while Pope and Kie talk.

I shoo away some nats.

“Damn nats” I say as I kill one.

I hear Kie laugh a little.

Suddenly a shit ton of lights come on around us.

We hear a whirring sound.

“What the hell?” Pope says.

I look over to them and back at the lights.

“Who the hell is that?” kie adds.

We all begin walking towards the center of all the lights hoping to find whoever the fuck did this.

I walk behind them and we hear a cork pop.

I cross my arms and nearly trip over a stick.

We stop and I see it’s my boyfriend, JJ Maybank.

“What did you do JJ?” Pope asks him clearly concerned.

JJ smiles a little, “i’ve got a jet going straight in my butt right now.”

“Y’all should get in immediately, you hear me?”

He grabs three glasses and pours the champagne.

I can tell he’s avoiding looking at me.

“Salud!” he says as he raises the champagne.

“How much did this cost?” Pope asks.

I look back and forth between Pope and JJ.

“Uh. well, with the generator, the petrol, and oh, hey, express delivery...uh, i’d say pretty much all of it”

“All of it?”

“Yeah, all of it”

He looks over at me and then back at Pope.

“You spent all of the money in one day?”

“Yeah, burned a hole right through my pocket. But I mean like, come on guys, like, look at this! Finest in jet-based massage therapy, at least that’s what they told me.”

I stare at JJ with a look of disappointment.

JJ looks over to me.

“Babe, what?” JJ asks.

“Can’t a man have a little luxury in his life! C’mon, all this scrimpin’ and scrapin’..i mean like...guys, we- y’know you only live once, right?” JJ says.

I look at Pope and Kie.

“Like, y/n couldn’t you use some fun in your life? You’ve been all down and shit since your-” he stops himself before finishing his sentence.

Asshole.

“Alright, enough of this emotional shit. Get in the cat’s ass. Come on.” he adds.

“In the what?” Kie asks.

“...in the cat’s ass. That’s what i named her” JJ says while looking off to the side.

It’s quiet for a maximum of 3 seconds.

“Oh, hey, yo, i almost forgot-”

JJ reaches forward and flips a switch and it turns on some disco ball.

“Yeah, that’s right, i know. Disco mode, baby” he says.

“Are you kidding me?!” Pope says in an agitated tone.

“You could’ve paid for restitution!” Pope yells.

“Or literally given it to any charity!” Kie adds.

“Or added it to a fucking fund to get the hell out of here!” i yell.

JJ looks right at me.

“Or bought supplies to get the rest of the damn gold out of the well!” (pope)

JJ turns away and rubs his face.

“Okay, well, you know what?” JJ yells.

He stands up revealing purple and red marks on his stomach.

All these different thoughts began racing through my mind and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.

Oh my god.

He said things were getting better at home.

...i’m gonna kill that motherfucker.

How can he do that shit to his own fucking kid?

Maybe it’s a good thing my mom dipped and my dad’s dead.

“I didn’t do that!” JJ yells.

“I got a hot tub! For my friends- you know what? No, screw friends. I got a hot tub for my family!”

I look at him and tears start forming.

He looks over to me.

“And, I got something especially for you” he says as he reaches into his swim trunks pocket.

I look at him and he pulls out something small.

“Catch” (JJ)

I open my hands and catch a ring in my hand.

I take a look at it.

It’s not just any ring.

It’s a gargantuan engagement ring.

Holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

I look up at him.

“JJ…”

It’s silent for a few seconds.

I walk over to the hot tub and step on the ladder.

I get inside with him as he rants about ‘everything being fine’.

I pull him into a tight hug.

He starts crying into me.

“I love you” i whisper into his ear.

I rub his back.

It’s quiet as we hug.

Kie and Pope get in with us and we all hug JJ.

“I just wanna do the right thing and I thought-” he says.

“We know, we know. It’s okay, love” i say.

After a few minutes JJ calms down and Pope and Kie leave us.

*now sitting on the edge of the hot tub talking to JJ*

I mess with the ring in my fingers.

“JJ...I don't need some fancy ring” i say.

“I know, but I wanted such an..important ring to be nice”

I look over at him.

“So, this is an engagement ring?”

He smiles at me and nods.

“I know we’re still teenagers and...obviously you can’t exactly get parental consent. Plus, John B would totally kill me if we got married this young. But, we can still be engaged.” he says.

I smile at him and look back down.

“You know, you haven’t asked me”

He sighs and laughs softly.

He takes the ring from out of my hand and looks at me.

“Alright, Y/N Routledge, will you make me literally the happiest man in the world and marry me in a few years?”

I smile at him and bite my lip a little.

“Definitely, one thousand percent”

He smiles and grabs my left hand softly.

He slips the ring onto my ring finger and then places his hand on my face.

We kiss a couple times before I pull away.

I look at the ring on my finger.

Holy shit.

I’m like...engaged now.

What the fuck?

I contain my excitement and just smile.

“So, we could get married when we turn 18...or whenever using our share of the 400 mil and then get the fuck out of here. Away from the obx, away from the pogue bullshit, just...everything” he says.

I stare at him for a few seconds.

“Okay, as long as we can get a dog”

He smiles and nods.

“Named willow?”

“Of course, whatever you want” he says.

I smile at him and we kiss again.

We continue our night together and eventually head to my house.

Hope you enjoy!

Once again, request whatever you would like.

I will also be experimenting with thing like ‘dating ___ would include…’ (i love those types of things lmao)

I might start writing a lot for atypical since i’ve gone back into my atypical phase (13rw as well but idk if ima write for that series or not).

Thanks for readinggg!

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dinasilvertongue · 2 years

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Well, I still reserve the right to complain about how insane human beings are on an as-needed basis, or else I'll blow up over here--and we *really* wouldn't want that... Here's a prime example: I was shopping at TJ's in Bellevue (big mistake--I should stick to my usual Shoreline location, really), where I was once again forced into an unpleasant altercation w/an excessively petty woman (this one had a British accent) whose car I'd accidentally brushed w/an empty shopping cart--though this was more about giving me a lecture than seeking any kind of restitution: "You need to be careful--I saw you hit my car with a cart--and now there's a scratch--look!--it's a brand-new car and now there's a scratch!"... Now, mind you, there are only two human beings in the entire world who could see this particular "scratch"--her, because she was actively looking for it & knew exactly where it would be; and me, because my eyes are trained to distinguish degrees of *absence* as well as presence... Otherwise, there's not going to be another human being on this earth who'll ever see this scratch--because it is only half-there... I apologized as well as asked her *twice* if she'd like me to *do* something about the "damage"--but, of course, she gave me no practical answer because the damage is non-existent, & her complaint is purely irrational/emotional in nature (mostly, it was about the fact that this is a brand-new car--but more on that in a minute)... In the midst of her ongoing outburst that was simultaneously whiny and aggressive, I tried to use a psychological distraction by saying, "You should be a lot more concerned about the gas mileage on this car"--but, alas, she had an answer for that one: "It's an electric car!"... (Yeah bitch, if you can afford a brand-new electric car, you're doing so much better than I am that I would like to maybe kick it somewhat harder--if I didn't have inner peace...) I also told her, "You will survive" (though, come to think of it, that's probably not true--she'll sabotage herself into oblivion in this chaos); & that this was but one scratch among many others this car will no doubt receive--plus, living amongst human beings, including shopping among them, will inevitably lead to constant bump-ins... If you want your car to remain a virgin, you should really just never take it out of your garage--which leads me to the important point: who the fuck in their right mind buys a brand-new car?--especially when so many electrical components are involved: there are so many things that could go wrong or be faulty in any particular vehicle, & they all show up w/in the first 100,000 miles... When I bought my Celestine, she had 158,000 on her--so I *knew* she is a good girl w/no personality disorders, or else she wouldn't still be in circulation in such good condition... (Don't worry, this principle doesn't apply to people: I don't know any people w/o personality disorders...) But speaking of Celestine--who was not involved in this accident but who all-the-same got a disdainful look from the owner of this superior pristine electric baby--she has an intriguing new problem since our last oil change (when, incidentally, the [regular] battery had been briefly disconnected to reset the check-engine light) for about a month: exactly once a week, & only on Wednesdays & Thursdays (two Weds in a row, then two Thurs in a row so far), she totally shuts down in the middle of the road right after I get going from somewhere, the dashboard goes dark (except the check-engine & IMA light *and* the amber brake-system light), & I have to restart her... After I restart her, she's fine for another week--but: we have that other problem w/the power-steering being off right after I've started her (which has been happening more often lately)--so I can actually still drive her, but the wheel is extremely hard to turn; but it's enough to get me off the road if I have to hurry... So far it hasn't really happened in places where it's such a big deal--but we have an appt at Honda on March 8 (that's just what they had)--who say

it's definitely an *electrical* issue, plus they're the only ones who have the equipment to deal w/that stuff... (Elvis thought she might need a power-steering flush--but that's actually not a service that Honda recommends--they only do it in cases where that fluid has become contaminated...) So this should be interesting--I've never dealt w/an electrical issue before that needed to be addressed at the dealer itself--but ignoring this isn't an option... (I mean, if you're insane, it is an option, but I don't grant such options to myself...)

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bloody-moths · 2 years

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𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 2

It's been awhile sense Analelle came over and we were just laying down on my bed watching a Disney movie together

"Hey Nalia?"

"Yea?"

"Im going to head home because my parents are spamming the fuck out of my phone so I'll see you tomorrow"

"Alright I'll see you tomorrow come after school, I wanna go to the mall with you"

"OF COURSE ILL COME TO THE MALL WITH YOU"

"We have a Fall Dance this year and I wanted to go pick dresses out with you"

"Alright we'll ima head home"

"Bye stay safe" I said as she got off the bed going towards the door of my room and waving bye

I continued to watch movies until my mom got home at around 10:36

"Hey Mom!"

"Hello darling, how was your first day of school?"

"Just wonderful!"

Of course I was being sarcastic to make her feel like I did have a good day

It was the total opposite

After we talked at the island as she ate I went back up to my room to 50 messages from Jerk face

He cussed me out?? Why the fuck

As a good person I am I called

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU CUSSING ME OUT ON TEXT J HAVE DONE NOTHING TO YOU!" I yelled that as I sat up on my bed

Luckily my house is pretty sound proof

...

I got no sleep last night

Bitch face Batman kept spamming me for no fucking reason

I bet he's single with no parents just a grandma and zero friends

I'm in first period, falling asleep

Again

"Mrs. Tate what is the answer to this?"

"Uhh"

...

Luckily I knew what I was doing in first period when he called me

Now it's seventh period

Almost time to go home finally

...

I got home to a normal empty house with all the lights off

I seem kinda lonely if you ask me

But I'm not the desperate type to get guys or some shit like who the fuck does that

No guys at my school are even hot or have good personality's

I get upstairs and go to my desk to do my homework

Yes, homework it's only the second day and there is homework

What a hassle to do

...

ELIAS POV:

Today was a fucking hassle and I think Brat Face blocked me

Hard fact is she's kinda cute but I hate her ass

She's annoying, doesn't answer phone, and used lots of profanity

Like what the fuck did I do to her

Maybe I was mean but she deserves it for her name calling and cussing me out

NALIA POV:

I was laying back in my comfy ass bed

Listening to some amazing Spotify playlist that you guessed it I made When my phone went off

"Ugh who calls me at 7:34 without texting me first"

Well they certainly texted me first

Maybe 200 messages is a warning

"What do you want Batman?"

"STOP CALLING ME THAT BITCH"

"Never, but why did you call me"

I made myself sound more aggravated then I am because I want Elias to leave my ass alone

"I just wanted you to know...."

"Know what hurry your ass up"

"Know that your ugly and stupid, and that I hate you"

I knew all of that already but ima act sad just for his scrawny little ass

"Aw man I thought I was beautiful...unlike you" murmured the last part so he didn't hear

He herd it, very fast too.

"HEY IM VERY HANDSOME FOR YOUR INFORMATION!!"

"No, your not absolutely not at all"

"Bitch"

"Shut the fuck up I never asked you to call me names so I'm going to hang up"

"Bye brat"

"I'm not a brat" I said that as I hung up

...

It was now 9:42 and mom just got home

"Hey Mom how was work?"

"Very tiring sweetie, how was school and being home?"

"Wonderful! I had a little bit of homework but it's all done so it's ok!"

"That's good well I'm going to shower and get ready for bed now, I'm exhausted from work"

"That's fine mom! I'll see you tomorrow"

...

It's Wednesday, fucking hell I just don't want to walk today

In PE we're always in the weight room for no fucking reason and sense I am decently strong they want me to do more than I have to on benching and deadlifts

My legs hurt like I got hit by a truck

But I still have to go to school

For Mom right

...

I'm halfway there until I turn the corner and run into my enemy, Elias

Dear lord save me now please

"WHATCH WHERE YOUR GOING BITCH"

"So sorry I turned the corner way too fast" saying that very sarcastically

"Don't sound sarcastic you little brat"

"Office kid"

At this point I'm just going to walk away and hope he doesn't follow me

Of course he follows me to the school but I just put my AirPods in and doesn't listen

...

It's first period almost at the end but the teacher says we have a duo project

"So I will be picking the groups for everyone!"

"Saralynn and Blakely"

Bruh I know no one in this class of their than the jerk

Who will I be with

"Amisha and Davion"

Who am I with what the fuck he's almost done

"Nalia and Elias"

"IM WITH HIM"

"SHES WITH ME"

"CHANGE US PLEASE" we said at the and time

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Thank you for reading the second chapter! I really hope you liked it!

Have a great day! ❤️

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visored-headcanons · 6 years

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Trial Run chapter 2: She’s slipping through our fingers

First off, I LIVE. I’m sorry I haven’t been posting lately, finals had me pretty tied up.

I’ve decided Trial Run will be a series of oneshots in no particular order. This one was inspired by “Slipping through my fingers” from Mama Mia and I think it’s good enough to post.

I’ll return to posting my headcannons over my break.

Lots of love and here’s your content!

Lisa was starting to get worried.

She wasn’t sure if anyone else had noticed, but Rose had been acting weird all week, and the current moment had her worrying for his state of mind. While the rest of the group was off doing their usual nightly activities Rose was, strangely, not off tuning and cleaning his instruments before bed like he usually did each night before retiring to his room.

Peering through the door to the kitchen Lisa sighed as she looked at him. He was sitting at the kitchen table, switching from being hunched over a number of pictures to looking at the freezer door and letting out a series of dramatic sighs and moans. It wasn’t too strange that he would go into weird melancholic moods for days at a time, but it wasn’t his usual set of dramatics that had him artistically flopping over couches and spouting poetry. Sometimes he would get in moods like his current one, but usually if he did he would seek her or someone else to talk to so he could sort through his emotions. For the past few days he had been secluding himself and when he was with the group he was constantly getting lost in his own head.

Pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, she walked into the kitchen at the most recent of his dramatic sighs, shutting the door to the kitchen behind her as she plopped down at the table.

“Spill.”

“Spill what?” His voice sounded the ‘normal person’ type of hollow as he pulled his head out of where it had been hunched down in his arms.

“Perhaps the reason you’ve been so spacey and isolated? Or perhaps the reason why you’re in the kitchen drinking tea by yourself while looking at pictures and the fridge while listening to sad musical songs on repeat?”

“Meryl Streep understands me.” He made to pillow his head back in his arms, snapping back up as Lisa flicked him in the forehead. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“You’re weirding everyone out and you only get this weird when you’re trying to work around a problem in your head.” She reached out and patted one of his hands. “You can either tell me now or I can send in one of the more socially inept Vizards to talk to you.”

“I’ll talk, but… it's hard to talk about and weird.”

Lisa raised one of her eyebrows, “Weirder than that summer of ‘67 that we all agreed to never speak of again?”

“Not quite, but also yes?” He put his face in his hands and sighed. “You’re gonna think I’m being stupid.”

“Too late for that.”

“Hardy-har Lisa.” He glared at her before turning his gaze to the ceiling. “Is anyone else in earshot of us?” At the shake of her head he continued, “Hiyori hit her head on the fridge door.”

“You mean at breakfast on Monday?” Lisa was truly beginning to believe her other half was getting dumber with each year. “Hachi said she was fine, no concussions or anything if that’s what you’re worried about.” The little turd had been grouchy after Kensei slammed the door into her head, a bag of peas pressed to her forehead while Shinji and Hachi fussed over her.

“It's not that!” He slammed his head into the table. “You remember when we all got this house in the rebuilding after the war and how we had to buy the step stool because she was too little to get into the freezer? How she was able to walk right under the door when it was open?” At her slow nod he threw his arms in the air, “Lisa! Kensei opened the door and it cracked her right in the forehead! She got taller!”

Now that Lisa thought about it, Hiyori’s track pants were looking a tad shorter on her than usual, even the uniform she wore to teach looked a little tighter if she really thought about it. Before she could reply to his questions he kept going.

“Lisa, Hiyori hasn’t aged a day in the nearly 2 centuries we’ve known her, and we became Vizards before she could hit her growth spurt and stopped aging. She’s always been tiny and caught in the beginning of puberty, and now—” he made to rub his temples. “I don’t know when it started, but she’s growing up.”

“Well, if you didn’t know, people tend to do that.” He glared at her comment.

“We haven’t aged since hollowfication, maybe we got an inch and our hair got longer, but Hiyori never did any of that. She’s always stayed the same when the rest of us changed! I just assumed that… she’d be our baby sister forever.” Another dramatic sigh and he was reaching for his mug of tea.

“Remember earlier this week when you and Mashiro went out and it was just her and the guys here?” Before she could reply he reached out to fix her a mug of tea, “Well, guess what day it was for her?”

Memory flitted back and Lisa paused before she could drink the warm brew, “She got her first period on Wednesday.” She had come home to find the boys all worried and Hiyori locked in her room. She managed to get the story out of Shinji and had popped the lock on her door and talked with Hiyori for the rest of the night.

He snorted softly, “She didn’t know where to look for your and Mashiro’s products in your rooms so she had to come downstairs and ask us for help. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that embarrassed, not even when you forced her to start wearing actual bras.” He traced a finger around the rim of his glass. “Pale as a ghost and looked like she was going to cry her eyes out at any moment. When I went to hug her after we found the stuff she ducked out of my arms and locked herself in her room and blasted music until you two came home.”

“You’re upset she’s going through puberty?” This was weird even for Rose’s usual dramatics. “It was going to happen at some point Rose, it did for everyone else.”

“I know!” He paused to take a deep gulp of tea, not-so-gently placing the cup back onto the saucer. “It's just...she’s gonna change.”

This was going nowhere, “Then we’ll buy more pads and get her new clothes, it's not a big deal.”

“Not just physically changing!” He fingered the corner of a picture of him and Hiyori at a festival, both in Kimono. She had been glittering that day, wearing that furisode and smiling as they hugged in front of the food booth while the sun set in the background. “You remember how most people change during puberty, she’s gonna change too! Maybe she’ll mellow out or get even angrier! But what if she starts thinking differently?” His hands began to tangle into his messy waves. “What if she suddenly breaks up with Shinji and decides to go after a guy we can’t easily beat up? What if she starts wanting to go back to the front lines? Oh gods, what if she gets larger breasts and has to change her entire fighting style?”

“Lets calm down,” Lisa scooted her chair over and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “We can deal with what comes, we’ve dealt with all those tantrums and wild mood swings, what’s a few fueled by raging hormones?”

His voice was nearly silent, so quiet that even her sensitive Vizard hearing couldn’t pick up what he had said. “Come again?”

“What if we’re not there?” He croaked it out as he pushed her arms off of his shoulders and pulled her into his lap, tightly wrapping her in a hug, “What if she’s like us, when she hits that stage that she’s gonna decide that she doesn’t want or need us anymore? What if she moves out and starts to drift away?” He pushed her head into the crook of his neck. “She’ll grow into a beautiful young woman but she won’t be at home, she’ll be off living a life away from all of us! We all ran from home, straight to the Seireitei, who's to say that she won’t run off somewhere away from us? She can reach the fridge without using a step stool now! Her entire world just opened up!

“I look at her, and there’s so much that I want to do with her before she decides that she wants to go out on her own.” He gestured to the various pictures of her and the other Vizards spread out on the table. “I want more moments like those. I want to wake up knowing that she’ll be sitting half awake at the table in the morning and that we’ll talk over coffee, waiting for the rest of you to get out of bed. I want her to still love spending friday nights watching terrible movies and eating popcorn til we feel sick. I want her to still come to me with her problems and talk them out with me while she practices on the piano.” Tears began to fall. “And it's not just me. What if she doesn’t want to hang out with Love like she always does or decides that Hachi and Mashiro are ‘bad for her rep’? What if she starts trying other...things...with Shinji?”

“Rose.” Lisa hugged him tighter. It was scary, thinking that the little turd could suddenly wake up a woman and one day leave them. Lisa couldn’t remember a day in the past few centuries that she hadn’t spoken to or spent time with Hiyori. She and Nanao were the little sisters she never had, and Hiyori may had been small but she was Lisa’s rock. If it wasn’t for her, they all never would have beaten their hollows and had solved many of their problems. It hadn’t hit her when she had spent time on wednesday talking about what to do about her monthly, but Hiyori was indeed getting older and would one day grow into a beautiful woman.

“I want her to stay. I hated being a dimension away from you guys for all those years, and now we’re finally all settled in and happy again! I can’t lose her.”

Lisa for once didn’t know what to say. The baby was growing up. Soon she wouldn’t be easily pulled into hugs and laps, she’d grow distant and just like everyone she knew she’d probably end up just like them. Sure Hiyori was very much so a grown woman in her age and mentally, but the rest of her still had to catch up to that. Hiyori had a hard enough time coming to term with her emotions towards dating a boy, Lisa couldn’t imagine having to help her work through all those teenager leveled emotions.

“We’ll….” What was there to say? That it would be okay?

“We’ll find a way to work through it. For now she’s ours and we’ll make sure she remembers that.” He nodded into her neck, warm tears falling gently onto her skin as she pulled him closer and tried to hold back those raging emotions in her heart.

“We’re just gonna have to try our best.”

That would have to do for now

#visored #vizards #vizard #bleach #rose otoribashi #otoribashi rose #yadomaru lisa #lisa yadomaru #hiyori sarugaki #sarugaki hiyori #not a head cannon #i hope you like it #god knows all the questioning i did in the discord chat #i love my friends for pushing me to share my writing #be the geode on the mountain #trial run

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summerrrluvvv · 4 years

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Chapter 3

Music featured in this chapters:

Cranes in the sky by Solange

Crew by Gold Like ft Brent Faiyaz and Shy Glizzy

Yesirrrskii by Lil Uzi Vert ft 21 Savage

Act Up by City Girlz

Cash Shit by Meg Thee Stallion

Miami: Day 2

Ariana:

“Uhhhhhhh what the fuck” I groaned waking up. I had a huge headache and my stomach was on fleek. I still had on my fit from the night before, my damn wig was barely hanging on. “Bro what the fuck man” I said taking off my wig. I got up and got undressed and into the shower, which did not last long because I needed some medicine ASAP. “Rise and Grind girls” Melody came in happily. “Mel why did you not help me out my clothes?” I asked her. “Uh we all passed out in here. I got up in got in my bed and i guess we all just took showers” She said drinking out of a coffee mug. “What is that?” I asked. “Hangover Tea, Tye made” She said. I laid back down. “Tell Tye Tye to bring me up some” I told her. “Ari you can’t sleep in all day today is the yacht party” Mel said. I almost threw up thinking about being seasick and hungover. “When can we rest?” I asked. Melody looked at me crazy. “Miami never sleeps, shake that hangover off so we can drink again” She said. “Ima go get your tea” She told me closing my door. I sighed at the idea of getting fucked up again. I rolled over and grabbed my phone. “I want you so bad” I see. I had remembered that Marlon crazy ass messaged me last night. Tye came walking in with my mug. Melody was right behind her. “Okay now that we all in here except Zion ass, we need rules” She said. Melody groaned. “Boring” She said smiling as Tye playfully pushed her. “Aight so, basically rule #1 is always always get lit, #2 is never worry about yo girls get the Dick sis but send us your location so if shit go down you know #3 No sad girl shit, no mopping #4 if bitches try us they try us all and that’s the rules I love you hoes” She said laughing. “Not the ditch your friends for the D” I said laughing. “Well Zion completed #2, and I’m get on her ass too. Saying this trip all about my girl’s face ass” Tye said. “Yall um I think I seen Isaac last night” Melody said. “And I oop” Tye responded. “Are you sure we were drunk as fuck” I said to her. She nodded. “I know what Isaac looks like and his friends you know Freddie and Trey” She said. I nodded, “Well don’t let that ruin your trip fuck Isaac” I said. “She going to fuck Isaac alright” Tye said smirking. “Nooo Im not” Mel said. “Ima get me a new boo”. I clapped for her. “You see that, growth” I said imitating Kelly from insecure. Tye looked at me as Melody walked out. “She happy as fuck on the inside” I started laughing. “Shut up!”.

After our little house meeting. I decided to take a run in our Airbnb subdivision. I always ran to clear my head especially after a hangover, Thank God Tye got me that tea. I took a break, caught my breath, and took a sip of my water. I see a Convertible pull up near me, and the top lifted off, revealing some sexy light skin guy. He started talking to me, but I had my headphones in listening to “Cranes In The Sky” by Solange. I took my earphones out. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you” I said smiling. He laughed a little. “I was saying damn it rare we see such beauty in this area, normally got to wait till you hit the beach” He said. I rolled my eyes playfully. “Uh boy” I said. He smiled at me. “I’m Anthony” He said. His voice was so whew lord. “Ariana” I said. “Call I call you Ari or RiRi for short?” He asked. I shook my head. “Nigga I don’t know you like that” I told him placing my hand on my hip. He laughed. “Feisty little thing, aight I dig it. Hopefully, I see you around, Ri” He winked at me before pulling off. I cheesed all the way to house cause that man was an Angel. “Girls, Ladies, Bitches I seen a fine ass man on my run. I’m talking GQ fine” I said blushing. Melody and Tye came out they room and looked over the staircase balcony we had in the house. “And?” Tye said. “His name is Anthony and he stays over here I guess; He has a nice ass car and he called me Ri” I said cheesing. They just looked at me. “Number?” Melody asked. I bit my lip and shook my head. “He just said, see you around Ri” I said smiling. Melody and Tye laughed. “Well at least it aint that nigga Marlon” Tye said. “We gone go to every door and find him” Mel said. I started laughing. “Ima get me some Anthony” I said. “You better” Tye said. I could not stop squealing about that man.

Zion:

I woke up to sun beaming bright as fuck in my eyes. I put my hand up to block the sun. I turned over to see I was in bed with Kyrel from last night. I palmed my face. I got up and grabbed my shit. He rolled over and looked at me. “Good morning Beautiful” He said. Normally I would cringe at any nigga telling me that, but it made me slightly smile. “Hey, I’m sorry. Last night shouldn’t have happened” He said. I looked at him. “Yeah, I didn’t want you to feel like it was a one-night stand. I really dig you and I want to see you again if that’s okay” He said to me. I nodded. “I would like that” I simply said smiling. Normally my ass would say something smart, but his energy was different. “Let me get my ass up, so I can make sure you get home okay” He said. A man! I thought. These niggas in Atlanta do not even care if I made it home unless they thirsty as fuck. He got dressed and we got in his car. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” He sang along. He looked over at me smiling. “What?” He asked. I giggled. “Nothing, you just cute. I guess” I said. He put his hand up to me like a mic. “Come on sing it with me” He said. I laughed. “I see money all around me, I feel like I’m the man. But I was done and out like last week tell me where have you been? You came out of hiding girl. Don’t act like I’m your man, you just a fan, don’t hold no rank” We sang turnt in the car. “Aye see” He said. I playfully pushed him. “Got me slipping out here” I told him. He started laughing. We pulled up to my Vacay house and just sat in the car. “So, Ima take you out Wednesday if that’s okay?” He asked. I looked at him crazy “And where we are going sir?”. He smiled. “It’s a suprith” He said in a funny voice. “Aight We gone see about that” I said laughing. He leaned over and pulled my face towards his and we started kissing. His lips tasted so nice; it was about to be a Tsunami in this car. I had to go. I pulled back. “Thank you for the ride, home and to sleep” I said laughing. He smirked. “Keep your phone on you” He said. I got out the car and waived bye. I walked into the house and Ariana met me at the door. “Its 2pm Mam, where have you been young lady?” She said with her hands on her hip. “I went to see a man about a horse” I casually said. “Irrrrr ok” Ari said making a funny noise. Tye came downstairs in her swimsuit looking like a goddess. “Okay I see you” I said. She twirled around. “Inches on Inches baby”. Melody came down after her in her swimsuit. “Yeahhhh get intoooo itttttt” She said holding Patron in her hand. “Okay Ari I see you too girl” I said gassing up my girls. “Bitch go get motherfucking dressed; our ride will be here soon” Tye said. I ran upstairs got in the shower and got myself all the way together. That took almost 2hrs. “Zion! Hurry up!” Tye yelled. “Im coming!” I yelled. “Ooh Z you look good girl” I told myself. I did a little twerk, and scurried downstairs before them hoes leave me. “Dick got you taking yo time huh?” Melody said. I playfully pushed her. “Shut up, I have yall know that Kyrel is a gentleman okay, and he is fine as fuck. He laid it down good as hell, Yall I’m let him go because he gone fuck me up” I said. Ari sucked her teeth in. “You better get you that gentlemen peen” She said. I almost spit out my water. “Bitch, I almost died” I said laughing. “Shots!” Tye said. “I’m not uh uh, only a little Tye” Ari said. We all took shots before we headed into the party bus.

Melody:

“Hit your main bitch, yessirskii, Doin' donuts in the six, yessirskii. You got engaged but she still wanna slurpskii” Lil Uzi “Yessirskii” played as we walked onto the Yacht. I never been on no Yacht before and bitch this shit was a dream come true, another lit drunk night for me Yesssiiirrr. My girls and I were twerking our ass off. “Fuck it up Tye!” We yelled as Tye twerked on the opening of the boat. “I always wanted to do that” She said taking more shots. We were eating and Ari and Tye were smoking, just enjoying the vibes. 2 hours had passed, and we had drunk 2 bottles of Patron. I felt more fucked up then I did last night. The movement of the boat was causing my world to spin, and I needed to sit the fuck down, ASAP! “You good Mel?” Tye asked high as fuck. “No girl I feel sick as fuck” I said. She took me downstairs to lay on a random ass bed. No matter how much I stayed still the rocking of the boat was making me feel nauseous. I got up to look for a bathroom. “Fuck” I said realizing this room had no bathroom. I stumbled to quickly find one before I threw up in these people’s boat. As I was moving fast but woozy, I bumped into somebody. “Sorry” I said. I felt hands around me. “Yo you good?” I heard. I looked up seeing the beautiful man, but I was so messed up I did not care. I shook my head “No” I could feel the vomit rising. I tried to get out of his way, but he was trying to check on me, and what I feared most happened. I could not hold it in, and I threw up all over him. I could not stop it just kept coming. “Bro what the fuck!” He yelled. “I’m sorry” I said faintly before I knew it my eyes got heavy and I passed out.

Tye:

“Real ass bitch gives a fuck about a nigga big Birkin bag hold 5,6 figures stripes on my ass so he calls this pussy tiger, fucking on a scamming ass rich ass nigga. Same group of bitches aint no adding to the picture” All of us girls were screaming the lyrics at the top of or lungs. “You check on Mel?” Ari asked. I looked at her crazy and hurried downstairs, because niggas is weird. When I got down there, I seen she was wrapped in the blankets on the bed. “This your friend?” I heard behind me. I turned around to see a fine ass black man wrapped in a towel. I nodded. “Yeah she didn’t feel good, I’m sorry I will get her up” I said. He shook his head. “Nah, she good this my boat so she straight. She must be sick or something she threw up all over me bruh” He said. I guess that explains the towel. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I said. He laughed, “It’s cool if it was anybody else they have to get the fuck off, I had my home girl clean her up and I put her in here, so yall enjoy the party. Here is the key to this room just check on her when you need too” He told me. I smiled “Thanks”. I locked Melody in and went back upstairs to go see Samar.

“Hey stranger” Samar said as I walked over to him DJing. “When we gone be able to kick it?” I asked. He looked at me confused. “What you mean nigga? we are kicking it now” He said I rolled my eyes. “Samar I’m talking like how we do back home we in Miami nigga lets kick shit have fun” I said. He nodded. “Aight movie night at my house, bring the liq I got the wings and the weed” He said. I smiled at that idea. “Aight cool motherfucker” I said just dancing to the music slick coming down from being lit. “Here drink this and come over here” Samar told me. I took the shot and came near his mixing station. “Okay now what?” I asked. He smiled. “You gone learn how to mix for a little minute”. I was excited, “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He says he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” He clicked on some buttons then went to his computer. He brought the mic over to me. “Say something” He smiled. “I don’t feel like yall lit enough for me, let me run that shit back!” I yelled on the mic. Samar ran it back. “Bitch I’m a star, I got these niggas wishing. He say he hungry this pussy the kitchen, yeah he my dog he going to sit down and listen call him a drink and he don’t get offended” Every female sang. I got happy as hell. For the whole party that is all we were doing, I am surprised they aint pay me the fuck. After, the boat owner helped us get Melody on the bus, and Samar pulled me to this side. “Do me a favor bro, don’t be out here wilding with these Miami cats okay?” He said to me. “Can it just be yall girls chilling and shit?” He asked. I busted out laughing. “Samar, I’m grown sir you don’t have to worry about me honey, I’m good” I said. He looked at me annoyed. “Tye, I’m trying to be like a big bro and be protective but okay city girl Tye” He said. I shrugged. “Thanks bro” I said rolling my eyes. Nigga fuck yo big brother face ass, the fuck. He hugged me and said bye to everyone on the bus. I see him go talk to some Randoms. Typical Nigga shit. I pull out my phone a text Julian.

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brokenblessed · 7 years

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Long Post Rant (10/21/17)

Hey all, guess what time it is?

That’s right, rant time.

But the twist is, this isn’t about me.

(Shocker.. I’m sure :P)

But this rant is about a situation that arose last Wednesday (10/18/17) as my parents were on their way home from a church meeting (my folks usually call them prayer meetings). They were dropping off an aunt of mine when they confronted her about why she was quiet during the meeting (she’s usually very loud and gets into the spirit ... we’re Indian Pentecost Christians 👍🏽; we believe in the Holy Spirit’s gift of tongues.. she speaks that a lot too). She then promptly starts crying and through the sobs says that someone had called her at home and told her that if she doesn’t quiet herself during Sunday service, the person would tell the pastor to get my aunt to quiet down. My parents felt awful and well.. angry that anyone would dare say that to my aunt. However, my parents tried comforting her the best they could and came home. My mom was the one who told me this and although she said to not tell anyone.. ima spill the beans to the world (or really anyone who cares to read this 👋🏽).

(This aunt of mine is actually a grandmother to three kids, and retired.. to give you an idea why people telling this woman to shut up is rude and unwarranted)

Now slight backstory, another lady at my church used to scream Hallelujah on Sunday’s.. you know, in agreement with the pastor speaking, to a prayer being spoken or even worship. But then someone complained to the pastor, pastor talked to the poor lady. Sadly, she moved her seat and hasn’t been as vocal as she used to be.. that sucks. I can’t really imagine what might have been going through her mind or if she even went through that process alone.. it sucks.

More backstory, Indian Pentecost Christians are not supposed to be quiet... let alone no Christian of any dominion should be quiet. Throughout the Bible there are countless times where you can see the loud shouts and sounds that were made to worship or agree with scripture (I’ll get back to y’all with the Word another day). From what I also understand, when (or if) we all go to Heaven, we aren’t gonna be standing around quietly waiting for things to happen.. we’re gonna be singing songs and worshiping like every moment of our time there!

Which brings me to wanting to write a letter to my aunt, of which I don’t have the guts to tell her cause as a younger generation, I don’t know where her mind is and if she would understand my position on this. So yeah.

Hey Teacher Auntie, (she was my Sunday School teacher, this nickname just stuck)

I’m sorry people are getting on your case of being verbal when you’re sitting in your seat. I’m sorry people don’t know and remember who they’re called to be and simply only know how to bring others down. They’re the ones who are missing out, I hope you know that. While their attention is drawn to younger girls who have highlights in their hair or have a churidar (an Indian outfit) that is too low cut, you have your sight set on something greater. Your words have power and I really wish you would speak your mind. I think you’re wasting your time here, though. I have heard that you’re sticking it out in this church cause you want them to attend your second son’s wedding. I think that’s annoying. They don’t deserve to join you on that day of happiness. But anyway, I’m rooting for you and I’m willing to stand with you against those who despise your actions. Cause in all honesty, when you and Babu uncle (another pastor in my church who is also very vocal with his praise and worship) leave the church, I believe the church will not be able to stand as it did back in the day. The church is dying and I say good riddance. Many have tried to help, too many have blissfully ignored. Nonetheless, I love you and am thankful for everything you’ve done for my family and myself.

Stay Strong,

Stacy ❤️

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raeswritings · 7 years

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4 days- Grayson Dolan *SMUT*

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Grayson x Reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Heyy girl (or boy or neither) I love seeing new imagine blogs for the twins! Can I have a Grayson smut where you make a bet with Gray that he can't last a week without sex and then proceed to tease him until he snaps 4 days in and hard rough sex ensues with cute cuddles after? Thanks and good luck with the new blog ❤️

Warnings: Sex, smut, Grayson Dolan, Dom!Grayson, Sub!reader, rough sex, fluff after sex

A/N: This is my very first Dolan twins/Grayson Dolan imagine/smut. I hope you guys like it!!

You and Grayson both lay in bed panting and trying to collect your breaths. This has been around the 5th time you've had sex this week, and it was barely Wednesday. You were starting to think your boyfriend is a sex addict. With this in mind, you wanted to see how long he'll last without sex.

"Hey babe." You say getting Grayson's attention as he turns his head to look at you. "Hmm" He hums in response.

"How long do you think you could last without sex?" You ask him.

"2 weeks, maybe 3 weeks tops. Why?" Grayson questions.

"I think you can barely last a week." You say with a smirk on your face.

"How dare you doubt me." Grayson gasps and puts a hand on his chest with a fake look of hurt on his face.

"Babe, we've had sex like 6 times this week and it's Wednesday." You say with laugh. "Not that I'm complaining, but I just don't think you can last a week.”

"Is that a bet?" Gray asks with a smirk.

"Yes. I bet you can't even last a week without sex." You told him with a glint in your eye.

"Bet. I'll show you I can last a week without sex. Just watch babe. Just watch." Grayson said confidently.

Today was day one of the bet with Grayson. Knowing that he couldn't resist you, you decided to come up with a plan that would make him snap and lose the bet. You wake up before Grayson, you pull the blanket off of you. You shiver as the air hits your body that's bare from the night before. You put on one Gray's shirts that covers half of your ass.

Going into the kitchen you decide to wake Grayson up with breakfast. A little while later, as you were making pancakes Grayson strolls into the kitchen following the wonderful smell. He stops as soon as he sees you with a messy bun and in his shirt with nothing underneath as your ass is on display for him to see.

Grayson wraps his arms around your waist. "Smells good. Whatcha making?" He asks and starts placing slow kisses on your exposed neck.

"Pancakes, your favorite with some bacon." You reply as if Grayson wasn't kissing your neck and his hands weren't trailing down under his shirt that you were wearing.

Grayson pulls you closer to his body by your thighs, you could feel how badly he wanted you. "I want something else." He breathed as he pressed himself more onto your ass.

Grayson turns off the stove and turns you around so you're now facing him. He plants kisses on your neck and pulls you to his body by grabbing your ass. "I rather eat you." He smirks.

"And lose the bet that you made last night?" You taunt with a raised eyebrow.

Grayson's head falls on your shoulder. "Fuck. I forgot about that." He picks up his head with determination on his face. "Ima go take a cold shower. This isn't over babe." And with that he's out of sight and all you hear is water running.

It's now day two of the bet, and so far Grayson has cracked yet. Today Grayson was spending the day with Ethan filming and just hanging out so you didn't see him much. It was 6 in the evening when Grayson came home. You were in the shower unaware that he had come home.

With the music blasting from the speakers, you sing along to the music as you washed your body. The shower curtain suddenly opens, you scream and turn to the wall to cover yourself from the intruder. "Nice ass." You hear Grayson's voice from behind you as a hand grabs your butt.

"Grayson! What the hell! You scared shit out of me." You hissed. "Close the curtain, you're letting water get on the floor." You huffed as you continued to wash your body.

Grayson begins to take off his clothes. "What are you doing?" You question as he hops in the shower with you. "I'm taking a shower with you." He states as he starts to wash his hair.

"Just don't hog all the water." You huff. As Grayson goes under the shower head to wash the soap out his hair, a plan forms in your head.

You take the body wash and pour some in your hands. You then start to massage the soap into Grayson's chest. He tenses at your touch. "W-what are you doing?" His voice shakes as your hands get lower to his v-line.

"Washing your body." You say as if it was a normal everyday thing. To get things moving, you started kissing Grayson's neck as you hands were now close to his semi hard member. You gently take Grayson's member into your hand and stroke him, earning you a lust filled grunt from him.

"You like that baby?" You cooed as your movements went faster. Grayson's head flung back as he let out a few moans. "Fuck. I need you now." Grayson choked out. The sound of his moans turned you on but you had control yourself and make Grayson crack. And by the looks of it he looks close to it. You suddenly stop and step out the shower.

"Babe!" He whines, already missing the feeling of having you close. "You can't do this to me!"

"Too bad! I just did." You laugh and walk out the bathroom.

Day four of the bet. Yesterday Grayson totally avoided you. He even spent the night at Ethan's place because he knew if he was with you any longer he would break.

Grayson was on the couch playing video games online with Ethan. He still hasn't paid any attention to you and you were about to change that. You went to your shared bed room and got out a cute baby pink lingerie you had bought yesterday.

You walk out to the living room and stand in the door way. "Grayson." You call his name. Nothing. "Gray." You try again. Again nothing, Grayson was too focused on the game and yelling at Ethan through the head set he had on.

"Babe!" You call out as you walk to stand in front of Grayson. As you step into Grayson's view his jaw drops as he looks up and down your body. Grayson lick his lips. "Hey E, I'll talk to you later." Grayson said into the headset and turned off the playstation.

"Come here." Grayson commanded and patted his lap. You did as you were told and straddled his lap.

"If this is another evil plan to make me break then you win. I can't take it anymore. And then you come in here with this on." He began. His eyes take in how transparent the lingerie is up close. He kisses your breast through the thin material as his hands go to your ass and squeezes it.

"You win baby. But I'm not playing nice this time." His voice was low and raspy. He pulls you down for a passionate kiss. Your hands run down his chest and into his pants. Before you could to anything else, Grayson pulls away from the kiss and grabs your hands. "Not this time baby." He growled.

Grayson stood up and threw you over his shoulder and made his way to your shared bedroom. Once you were in the room Grayson lightly threw you on the bed making you land on it with a bounce. Grayson took off his shirt and threw it to a random corner. He took off his belt and walk towards the bed. "Hands." He commanded.

You gave him your hands and he tied them together with the belt he just had on. Grayson then took off his jeans along with his boxers. His hard member sprung free hitting his stomach. He walked to you like a predator stalking its prey. "These," Grayson hooked his fingers on the waistband of the pink lace thong you hand on. ",gotta go." He ripped them down your legs.

"This too." Grayson pointed to your lingerie top and ripped it off your body. He then got in between your legs and propped them on his waist. He looked into your eyes daring you to move or make a sound. Without warning he slammed into you making you yelp.

Your hands instantly go to claw at his arms as Grayson find a hard and fast pace, going deeper with each thrust of his hips. He grabs your bound wrists and holds them above your head as he continues to pound into you, moans and grunts leaving his mouth as he does so. Knowing how your body is, his tip presses your g-spot, you feel the bottom of your stomach rising, singling you that your closer to you climax.

"Gray, I'm close." You say through moans. Grayson nods and goes pounds into you harder than he's done before. One hand on your hip pressing down harshly as the other goes around your neck and applies a little pressure. You smile and moan at the feeling. "Harder." You moan out." Gray complies and adds a little more pressure as he pounds even harder into you.

Your moans and breaths become louder and shorter. You feel yourself coming closer and closer to the edge. "Uh, Grayson."

"Louder." He grunts and thrusts faster, his tip hitting your g-spot each time.

"Grayson!" You scream, shutting your eyes tightly as you come undone underneath him. "Oh god, Grayson!" His name rolling on your tongue like he was god himself. As you scream his name, he grunts yours as he joins you with his own climax. When he's done he pulls out and unties the belt around your hands, and falls besides you on the bed panting.

Once you both even out your breathing, Grayson pulls you close to his side, with an arm under you and his fingers drawing circles on your hip. "Dam baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." He states as he runs his finger tips over the finger shaped bruises forming on your hip.

You look at you hip and shrug. "It's ok Gray. It was worth it." You smile and put your head on his chest.

"Can we not have any more bets like this one cause it was hell." Grayson speaks out.

You laugh at how miserable he sounded. "Deal."

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thefruitsofloveff · 7 years

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Chapter 16

Tiana

4 weeks later

Wednesday 8:20 pm

“Listen. I’m not playing we have to get up early and I don’t wanna hear shit about I’m sleepy or I can’t get up. Go get your ass in that bed and don’t get up. If i see you up again Ima beat your ass!!”

I hollered up the stairs to Trent. While Sanaa was already sleep, Trent ass was still up trying to get his ass whooped. Our flight was at 3:40 in the damn morning. Hell I was trying to get my own damn self to sleep, but been running around making sure the kids bags were packed and so was ours. King ran out to the store so Trent has been testing me. Usually King gets him in line, but when he’s not around he tries and test the waters.

I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen, I began cleaning up and putting the food from tonight. Turning around I jumped at the presence of Lourdes.

“What the fuck Lo?”

She laughed, shrugging her shoulders and sitting at the breakfast bar.

“Bitch what? Why you so jumpy?”

I smacked my teeth and continued with the task at hand. Afterwards, I grabbed my bowl of salad and glass of wine and sat at the bar beside her.

“You ready for your trip”.

I exhaled nodding my head.

“Yes I’m ready. Now this damn process and the hectic running around is what I’m not here for”.

She smiled, nodding her head and looking around the kitchen.

“Yo, I gotta tell you something?”.

I sat up straight, turning my whole body towards her.

“Girl spill the Tea”

She exhaled and nodded.

“Ok girl so.... Me and Terrence been fucking around”.

I began choking on my wine. Looking at her wide eye I covered my mouth with my fist and continued coughing. Out of all the shit I though she was gonna say. This definitely didn’t come to mind.

“What!!!? Nah you playing”.

She laughed and shook her head.

“How the fuck did that even occur “

She sat up straight, throwing her hair over her shoulder and clearing her throat.

“Well a few weeks ago he came to get his wallet. We got the kicking it. He asked me out to brunch then we came back. While we sitting BAM! nigga throws his lips at me. He was talking about it don’t matter, ain’t nobody got to know. So I was like, I mean ain’t no harm in fucking a nigga for fun and for free.... until this morning”.

I looked at her with wide eyes. I mean I was totally baffled that she done fucked a nigga in my house, but that’s neither here nor here, I’m trynna see what’s up with this hoe.

“This morning I been a little sick. Like I couldn’t move out the damn bed. So I took a test and I’m pregnant”.

I grabbed my mouth but not even that could muffle my loud ass scream.

“Momm-”

“Get yo ass in the bed Trent. Matter fact stay there. I’m coming up with my belt”.

I listened for his footsteps then looked back at Lourdes. I couldn’t believe my fucking ears. I was shocked as shit.

“Wow Lourdes... Did you tell him?”.

She smacked her teeth and shook her head.

“No. I’m thinking I can just get a a-”

“Hol’ up Hol’ up. Just like that’s your child, that’s his too. And yes I’m pro choice. You don’t know how he’ll feel about this. Shit he might want it. Just talk to him before you jump out the window on some dumb shit”.

She nodded playing with her fingers. Pulling her into a hug I rubbed up and down her back.

“I got ya back no matter what bitch”.

King

9:18

I exhaled, running my hands over my face and taking my shirt off. A nigga was really tired, just ready to get in the bed. We gotta be up in 5 hours and I been running all day. I smiled at the view of Tiana already in the bed, kicking my joggers off I pulled the sheets back and climbed into the bed.

I allowed my dick to rest on her butt, pulling her closer and adding a little hump to it. I listened as she lowly snicked then turning around to face me. As she tried I shook my head, turning her back around. Pulling my member from my briefs, I lifted the large T-shirt that she had on. Running it on her back, small moans of pleasure left her lips.

I laughed, kissing her neck and lightly sucking on it.

“Stop playing”.

She mumbled. I smiled to myself, grabbing the base and allowing her to toot her ass up a little more. I slowly eased my dick into her opening. My mouth dropped as her warm insides gripped me nicely. As I pumped she let out moans in between. I felt as he juices begin to run down dick.

Holding my arm around her waist tightly I pumped harder and faster.

“Ah shit King!!”.

She screamed. I smiled, biting down on her ear, trying to focus on the good nut that was building up. We stayed in the same position the whole time. Reaching her arm back, she placed it around my neck, Leaning upward she kissed me deeply still moaning against my lips.

“Im about to nut”.

“Let it go baby”.

She mumbled sexily, throwing her ass back harder. I squeezed my eyes shut, pumping harder. The only sound heard was our skin clapping against each other and Tiana’s moans.

Sweat ran down my forehead. Slapping her thigh, I held tighter, finally busting, I kept stroking through my orgasm. My breathing began to slow down, laughing i turned her towards me and pecked her lips.

“I love you”.

She mumbled. I smiled resting my forehead on hers.

“I love you too baby”.

2:00 am

I yawn, gently getting Titan dressed in his sleep. After beat Tiana’s wall’s down, I went straight to sleep. It’s the perfect remedy for a good night sleep. I zipped up my own jacket, then placed Titan in his and picked him up. Grabbing his suitcase, I quietly walked downstairs and placed him on the couch.

“Baby Ya’ll ready”.

I called up the stairs as quietly as possible.

“Yeah”.

I nodded, to myself grabbing Trent and Sanaa’s bag and walking out to the car. Starting it up, I placed the bags in the trunk and closed it. Running back in the house, I laughed as Trent rubbed his sleepy eyes. Holding his iPad tightly, I went and grabbed Titan. Picking them both up, I walked them out to the car ans strapped them in. Shit I was I could sleep through this whole damn process.

Running back in the house, I smiled as Tiana walked down the stairs with her luggage in hand. Letting her and Sanaa walk out, I then closed the door and armed the house. Exhaling, I left out the house and hopped in the whip.

“You ready baby?”.

She adjusted herself in the seat, putting her travel pillow around her neck and nodded. Nodding my head, I pulled off into the dark morning.

Lourdes

10 am

I exhaled, sitting patiently and waiting for Terrence. I had texted him to come over and he told me he was on the way. I’m still so nervous about telling him. I feel I should have been smarter, I should have been on some form of birth control. Shit I should have been using protection. After waiting for another 20 minutes, I almost jumped out my skin when I heard the doorbell ring. My hands began to get clammy and my breathing picked up. Calming myself down, I got up from the couch and walked to the door. Opening it, he walked in smiling. Planting a kiss on my cheek he took his jacket off, throwing it on the back of the dinning room chair.

“Wassup baby?”.

I shrugged, following him into the kitchen. Watching him go into the fridge.

“Yo King and them leave yet”.

“Yeah, they left earlier this morning. They won’t get there until tomorrow morning around 5 our time”.

He nodded grabbing a glass and filling it with water. Taking a deep breath I calmed my nerves once more and sat at the bar.

“Terrence... I gotta tell you something”.

He burped, grabbing his chest in the process and nodding his head.

“Wassup”.

I closed my eyes, reminding myself to not beat around the bush and just get straight to the point.

“I took a pregnancy test yesterday... It came back positive”.

He stood there starring at me. Laughing lowly he continued back to drinking his

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chibichocopaws · 6 years

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WIP Wednesday

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A scene from Chapter 21 of PAP, I may be oversharing. Setting the scene: Solo and Duo were attacked, and are recovering in the infirmary. Solo is far off than he appears, Duo is exactly as bad as he appears. Solo plays into Duo's sympathy, but it winds up causing more issues than if he had left it all alone.

Oh, also I think this is the first WIP I've posted with Solo speaking. In the story I've written him with an accent. I've gone back and forth whether or not I want to have that accent be featured, because some people may find it difficult to read. It's best to be read phonetically. I guess this is still up in the air. Opinions would be appreciated if anyone wants to throw them my way XD

As a side note.... Solo is left handed, which I personally think makes this scenario hilarious. When it's published, I do wonder how many people will pick up on it though!

Also, cliff hanger alert. This is the end of Chapter 21, and there are no further words after the last one. Anyone who reads it will hate me if they enjoy the story, but it had to end here. Chapter 22 starts a time jump, but refocuses on the events so the reader can understand what happened. XD

Per usual. This is unedited. Raw garbage. Enjoy! XD

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“How bad is it?” I asked, the memories of people’s words in my darkness flooding back.

He shrugged one shoulder before flashing me a wicked grin. “Ima be aight.” I rolled my eyes, about to argue how he had failed to answer my question, but he spoke, abruptly stopping my train of thought. “I'm horny as fuck.”

My jaw dropped and his grin widened, his eyes lighting with mischief. “Ya wanna help wit dat?”

“Now is probably not the best time with our injuries.” I allowed voice of reason to speak through my mouth, even as visions of us being intimate flooded my mind and hardened my dick.

“Please babe?” He said with the most adorable pout. “My arm broken. I can't even jerk off.” He slightly lifted the offending arm, bringing the sling to my attention.

I swallowed and licked my suddenly dry lips, which only brought a triumphant smile to his own.

“Ya can suck my cock if ya worried 'bout hurtin' me.” He offered, only after my hesitation, with a feral grin that had caused a shiver to slide up my spine.

I looked his body up and down, allowing my brain to battle with itself about what a horrible idea it was, but how badly I wanted to. To ease his pain, ease his erection, which was now very visible under the blanket that covered him. To give him happiness in the moment. To be a good boyfriend. I fought myself to not bite my lip worse than I had in months, as my brain supplied me with the only thing that would guarantee my compliance to his request. If I told him no, he would cheat on me again. The memory shot a pain to my heart, but a decision to my brain.

I released his hand to pull the blanket off his chest and down past his feet. The fabric draped on the floor and I clumsily climbed the bottom of the bed. When my fingers pulled his sweatpants down, he released a contented sigh.

I worked him as fast as I could, skipping any foreplay and teasing. I swallowed him whole in one fell swoop and quickly plunged my mouth up and down his dick.

“Ah fuck.” He moaned loudly, the sound catching me off guard as he had never been loud in bed before.

His left hand, unhindered by a sling, made its way to my head, at first gently following my motions, but slowly, as his moans increased in frequency and volume, he began putting more pressure on my head. His hand guiding my speed, deepness and ferocity.

My dick was painfully hard, but I couldn't bring myself to touch it. My lungs burned like they were on fire, and the pain it caused only made the idea of jerking myself off seem one thousand times worse than dealing with the throbbing erection.

“Fuck.” Solo whined, shifting his hips slightly. “Duo.” His head pushed back, his mouth open with heavy pants. His fingers tangled into my hair, grasping and pulling upwards. “Babe.” He warned desperately, but it hadn't been the first time I swallowed his seed, and it wasn't the last either.

He came in my mouth, the saltiness burned down my throat. When I dropped his softening member from my mouth he grunted, the pained sound instantly brought my attention to his face. His brow was furrowed, his eyes tightly squeezed shut, and a deep setted frown scattered his lips.

I crawled over his body hesitantly, cupping his face as I straddled his thigh. “What's wrong?” I asked, trying to be gentle but finding myself frantic with turmoil.

He groaned, pushing me back with his left hand before cupping his abdomen with a hiss.

“What's happening?” I begged, hovering over his hand with my own as they shook with fear.

“I think it got ripped open.” He said through gritted teeth.

I frowned, my breath suddenly coming out loudly in sharp and painful intakes.

“Le’me see.” I said through my own pain, gently touching his fingers. It was as if that touch had blossomed a flow of red from beneath his hand. I watched in horror as it slowly spread around his palm, pulling the fabric to suction against his skin. “Fuck.” I said with fear, not recognizing my own voice. “What do I do?” I shot my gaze to his face, scrunched in pain, pleading silently for an answer.

He groaned again, frowning deeply. “Get somethin’.” He said, but I couldn't be sure what he was talking about. I let a whine escape my lips, feeling my body shake with fear and the unknowing of what to do. “Somethin’ sterile.” He offered, his breath coming out in a hitched escape as the pain throbbed through him.

Tears fell from my eyes. “Solo, please.” I begged with a broken voice. “Tell me what to get you. I don't understand.”

“Towel.” He ground out through gritted teeth.

I jumped off the bed quickly, misjudging the strength of my legs and crashing onto the floor. It was my luck. It was something I would do. Something that would only cause him more pain. It was my fault he was in the situation he had been already, and as my hand grabbed his pants, trying to stop myself from falling, I only made things worse by pulling him down with me.

I sobbed. Uncontrollably. I begged him to forgive me as I felt the blood pour from his wound onto my clothing. It was warm, thick, suffocating against my skin, and sticky.

He had cried out in pain from the impact, but I barely registered the noise over my sobs. As if the scenario had occurred in slow motion, my tears had come before he had even hit the floor. My brain had processed the situation before it had even finished happening.

He was breathing heavily above me, his head tucked into my collar bone, our bodies parallel with one another.

“Solo….” He remained quiet, and a calmness fell over me. The tears still fell of their own volition, but I could breath, the searing pain in my ribs and lungs bringing my senses back to me. “I need to help you.”

His whine in response broke my heart, a shattering sound that found me on the verge of losing myself again.

“I need you to get off me.” I said, my voice calm and steady, even though the core of my being felt on the verge of exploding.

I heard and felt his shakey breath against me before he rolled over with a sigh.

I got up instantly on shaking legs, using the bed to hold myself up. I didn't dare look to him, or my own shirt, petrified I would lose this sudden cool that had overcame me. Instead I moved as quickly as possible to the nurse’s station. I rifled through cabinets, finding gauze but no towels. It took me no more than one second to decide it would have to do, before I turned and returned to him.

His chest was heaving quickly, almost violently, blood pooling beneath him. “Fuck.” Escaped my lips in a rasp as that calmness began to flee my being. I fell to my knees, not bothering to focus on the pain they endured when they crashed into the hard linoleum.

I lifted his shirt, the fabric pulling at the wound. It was deep and gushed blood in time with his heart beat. I could see the strands of skin, and the remains of stitches where the wound had been reopened by my ministrations. A sob escaped my lips.

His head lolled to the side and another sob, this one greater and more pathetic than the last, left my throat. His breathing was shallow, and I wasn't sure what to do at this point. Fear took hold of my entire body. This was it. He was going to die. I couldn't bear this.

“Help!” I screamed, the noise a blood curdling screech. “Help!” I continued in vain, my tears blinding the vision of Solo’s lifeless form in front of me.

“Help!”

#wipwednesday #pap21

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