#Imma get off the clock app for a while again

[mighty-poop]

Define a woman!

I’m gonna rant this here cus this argument keeps returning on the clock app and one day, I’m gonna be stupid and leave a comment in the wrong thread or smthn so I’m just gonna get it out of my system:

“How do you define a ‘woman’?”

Answer for idiots: you can’t.

You cannot possibly make a definition for the term ‘woman’ without excluding someone from the group when they clearly ARE part of the group (even if you’re a piece of shit transphobe and don’t want to include trans women). A woman is someone who has the potential to give birth? You just excluded every child before puberty, every infertile woman and every woman on menopause, next. A woman is someone who has a uterus? You just excluded a bunch of intersex women and all women who had a hysterectomy, next. A woman has a period? Excluded the millions of women who never get their period for various reasons AND all the women who take continuous birth control AND women who are pregnant AND again, little girls and women on menopause. A woman has to have XY chromosomes? Are you gonna check that for every feminine-looking person you’re gonna meet? How? Do you not think women with down syndrome are women?

Decades of feminism working so hard to make sure women are more than their genitals and potential to give birth, all flushed down the drain because you refuse to believe trans women are more than men in wigs? You’re weak as shit.

So answer for people who actually want to use their brain:

Woman is defined through experiences. Which experiences? Entirely up to whoever defines themselves as a woman.

The ‘female experience’ is so broad. You cannot possibly define it in one sentence and stick it on everyone who calls the word ‘woman’ their own.

You feel feminine and empowered by doing your nails? Congrats, that’s the female experience and makes you, therefore, a woman.

You feel feminine and empowered by wearing plaid and splitting wood in two with a giant axe? Congrats! Female Experience. Woman.

You feel feminine in a dress? Woman. You feel feminine in a tux and suit? Woman.

You feel empowered as a mother and love being pregnant? Woman! You despise the idea of being pregnant but find empowerment in your career? Woman! You feel like your period makes you more in tune with your femininity? Woman. You feel like your period makes you less than human and getting a hysterectomy makes you feel more comfortable in your body? Woman.

you love long hair? Woman. You love short hair? Woman.

You love loving men? Woman. You love loving women? Woman. You love both? Woman. You love everyone? Woman. You don’t feel like love is your thing? Woman!

Sitting at home with a good movie and a bottle of wine? That’s a woman. Getting bloody in a game of soccer? That’s very woman! Taking a walk with your dog? How very woman! Going to the gym? Such woman! Eating out with friends? Friend woman. Shooting a gun in the yard from the patio you built yourself? All woman!

Whatever the fuck makes you feel in sync with your femininity is your female experience, and if you have female experience and you like it, you are a W O M A N ✨

Same goes for men and the male experience btw! Since the question “what defines a man” is never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER asked for SOME 👀 reason. (We all know the reason….) Also same goes for my fellow enbies and the non-binary experience. If painting your nails bring you closer to your enbie side, you’re non-binary.

Gender is such a deeply personal experience, it’s just dumb to define it for someone else, let alone the entire human species. It’s like asking to define a chair, like, you KNOW what it is but you can’t possibly define it without excluding some chairs (“has at least 4 legs”, that’s a horse also swivel chairs exist).

Sidenote: If some idiot tiktokker shoves a microphone and a camera in your face and goes “WHAT IS A WOMAN” or “HOW MANY GENDERS ARE THERE” just go along with whatever dumbass scenarios they come up with. “How many genders are there?” “My dude, as many as you want!” “Oh so like 40??” “Yep!” “Can I identify as a helicopter lol?” “Sure, who cares, do it!” “Should I demand everyone at my job calls me a helicopter” “You can go to your local townhouse, request to change your name to ‘helicopter’ and they’ll most likely let you. You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want as long as it’s not hurting others.” “You don’t think it would be dumb of me to do that?” “Why would I care, I don’t know you?”

#Imma get off the clock app for a while again #My fyp is on the wrong side of the argument again #Saw a lot of comments basically boiling down to “you’re delusional and you need to grow up” #Y’all the ones breaking down an entire socio-biological science to just “can u make baby or nah” #And it’s always under videos of enbies with really Out There fashion senses who have Such Trouble talking on the spot #Or who clearly have trouble explaining themselves #And the transphobe eat that shit up like sugar #Cus that’s all we are right #Blue-haired snowflakes who are so confused about our gender experiences that we fumble whenever asked #Like i love y’all fellow enbies with daring fashion but pls be more mean and confident about your identity #“What does that mean being a they/them” #I’m not a woman and I’m also not a man it’s that simple #“Is it that simple?” Yes what are you not understanding do you need me to tell you like a 5 yo? #I’m a brownhaired twink-looking gremlin who dresses like a skater boi who likes musicals and hates make-up and loves books #TRY to define me #Put me in one of your silly little boxes and see what happens #I’m gonna rip the box to shreds until there’s nothing left unless you leave me the fuck alone and let me pee in whichever bathroom i need #I have more pressing matters than worry about you thinking I’m confused but not empathetic enough to wonder why #There’s too much other really bad shit happening in the world for you to wonder if the blue haired young adult deserves to be taken serious

[thedarkestgreys]

#3 (I guess you've never heard the word "no" before.) /Fexi

(Love your work❤️)

sooooo sorry my mobile app ate this prompt! here you go my love!

Fezco’s careful to cup the back of her head before he slams them against the back wall of the Dairy - his girls brilliant brain is precious cargo after all - his mouth attached to Lexi’s neck as she scrambles for the edge of his polo, trying desperately to pull it off him without actually separating their bodies. He might be a lil love drunk, but he’s not gone enough to consider hooking up in the fuckin’ backroom of the Dairy - Ash for sure has cameras back here and the kid don’t need to see that shit. “Nah, baby,” he mumbles against her kiss warm skin. “Imma make out with yo’ ass, but less you wanna give Ash a show for free, we gotta keep it PG-13 back here.” Lexi continues her single minded pursuit. “Just erase the footage.” Fez chuckles. “What if he’s watchin’ the live feed?” That would be just like his lil bro, watching store cameras when it’s his fuckin’ day off and he’s supposed to be catching up on those missed assignments his teacher emailed Fez about the other day. Lexi pulls back with a pout, her red lipstick just a touch smeared on the edge. “Then shut the camera off.” “Ain’t you heard the word no before?” he teases before dipping down to catch her mouth with his again. By her dramatic sigh he knows she’s aware that he’s just givin’ her shit. “Not from you at least,” Lexi comments, fingers trailing dangerously below the band of his jeans. It’s a difficult thing to stand on his convictions when she’s doin’ her damn best to get him hard like this. Delicately Fez wraps his hands around Lexi’s tiny wrists and pulls them off of him, putting space between their bodies. He catches the time on the digital clock Ash keeps back here, and while it’s earlier than he normally closes up shop, there’s more pressing matters to attend to. With a kiss to Lexi’s forehead, he steps back completely, nodding his head over his shoulder. “Lemme go shut this shit down, and we can get outta here.” Lexi’s eyes light up at the promise. “I can help. Tell me what to do sir.” It doesn’t at all concern him over the way his dick twitches at the word sir. In fact, it makes him more eager to get outta this place and back to his. “Just sit here and look pretty baby, I’ll be quick.”

#no-vember prompts #bex writes things #fexi

[greenxgloss]

DEBRIEF/RANT OF THE NIGHT

i think imma clock out for tonight yall i’m making pizza and watching a movie *GASP* ik ik after last nights fiasco i didn’t think i’d watch another but i just love movies so much. (no but seriously i was genuinely annoyed last night) when will a rory character get a happy ending?! even with scott his parents divorced like..🧍 give us another clyde type ending..

i got a charlie fic halfway written that’ll probably be out tomorrow night along with a scott head cannon post and idk i had an idea for a short series but that wouldn’t be out for a while. i don’t wanna push myself in case i give myself writers block (last time it literally lasted 3 years and the app logged me out💀). also send me songs that’s usually what gets me writing and gives me ideas.

ALSO ALSO lowkey had the idea of doin an About Me page idk just an idea idk if anyone would even look at it

AND i’m really glad we all shared the same sentiment with the racist asks today. i was seriously upset when i saw that it wasn’t even the first time josibunn had gotten them and previously taken a whole break off tumblr bc of it. it’s really disheartening. like i was scared to start posting again after my 3 year long hiatus cuz people can be mean on here. i fortunately have never experienced that yk with my account still being pretty small but my heart goes out to anyone getting those things in their asks. let me know and i’ll start boosting ur content fr

this also applies to anyone else if your fics aren’t getting the recognition the most definitely deserve i’ll get on that and reblog like there’s no tomorrow cuz obviously i understand how hard writing can be and how it sucks when no one’s reading or not rebloging

goodnight my loves

ps: remember to add yourself to the tag list by filling in my form in my masterlist pinned on my blog <33

#rory culkin

[eerythingisshaka]

On the Clock II

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Reader]

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings:  Adult Content

  Part 1

You check your makeup in your phone’s camera for the umpteenth time, setting any microscopic hair out of place back from whence it came

Yahya sighs.  “That light’s gonna blind my ass before we get there.  You look good already.”

You barely register what he says, looking for your lippie again.  “Last time I’m buying this color.  It’s getting patchy as we speak.”

Yahya rolls the steering wheels in his hand tightly as he pulls off the highway and down the calmer streets as the destination is announced on GPS.

“Patchy?  How does it get patchy when it goes on smooth?”  Yahya questions as he pulls into a parking space.

“Haha!  A question I wish the makeup industry would solve and eradicate, sir!  You drove too fast, hang on.  My nose is kind of shiny.”

Yahya turns off the engine and unbuckles himself.  “Uh uh, nope.  Put that down.”

He takes your compact in his hand and puts it in the glove compartment.  

“No, what are you doing!  You know my skin gets oily.”

He takes your hands, resting them on your lap.  “Your skin is glowy girl, not oily.  You not a piece of fried chicken.”

“Yahya…” You whine before he takes your chin looking straight into your eyes.

“But I ain’t afraid to bite, so chill out.  You are so fucking fine, it’s taking everything for me to not lay you out here and now.”

You lean back, feeling warm off his aggressive compliment  but fighting back your smile.  “You ain’t that bold...plus I’m starving, so take it easy before they give our table away.”

“That’s my girl.”  He kisses your cheek quickly as he gets out to open your door for you.  

Walking into the restaurant, it appears you all weren’t the only people looking forward to a fancy dinner. 

The small blonde hostess gives you a tense smile.  “How many?”

Yahya answers, “No ma’am, we have a reservation here: Abdul-Mateen?”

The woman looks over her tablet slowly.  You check the restaurant and start to get worried.

“Maybe we should just try somewhere else…”  you loudly whisper over the hustle and bustle.

“It’s fine, she’s got it there.  We’ll be sitting down sucking on crab and rigatoni and whatever else my baby wants,” he says each word with more baby talk accent then the last.

You roll your eyes as his lips pucker at you, squeezing his mouth for a more exaggerated pucker as you settle your mouth into his.

“Ahem, I’m sorry, we had a large party before you that is finishing up, so it should just be another 20 minutes.”

Yahya’s demeanor took a cool dip as he turned back to the hostess.  “My reservation was made well in advance, you don’t have a single table ready for us now?”

The hostess looks flustered as she looks around the dining hall behind her and talks into her earpiece.

You loop your arm around Yahya’s, studying his jaw tightening.  Seeing him being upset stressed you out so much.

“Yah, hey?”  You pat his chest softy until he faced you, glad to see him taking a deep breath.  “I thought I was the only one being a mess tonight, remember?”  you say jokingly.

“This isn’t mess, it’s business.  I can’t control this but they damn sure can fix it.”

You bite your lip anxiously.  “I know, but it’s fine.”

He checks his phone.  “We won’t have time to see the movie at this rate.”

The hostess comes back.  “I apologize again but we are working to clear a table right now.  Please wait by the bar if you wish.”

“You got ten minutes.”  He says in a managerial tone, taking your hand to head over to the bar.  You sit quietly as Yahya orders something brown.  “You want your usual?”  he asks.

You take out your phone shaking your head.  “I want my baby.”

Yahya leans over with a sly smirk.  “I’m right here…” he says, as he plants a soft kiss on your shoulder.

You squirm away.  “You know what I mean!  I’m just going to check on our daughter.”  You access the nanny cam app on your phone to see how things are at home before Yahya nabs your phone.

“Uh!  Nope we aren’t parents for the next couple hours.  Let the girl do her job, so I can do mine.”

He puts the phone in his pants pocket as you whine.  “Yahya stop!  It’s for safety!”

“It’s for coddling your paranoia, now calm down.  Take a sip.”  He offers you his drink but your refuse in a huff.

“I want my phone, Yahya.  I’m not playing.”  

Yahya takes another sip of his drink, setting it down in front of you.  His smile widens as he turns to you, spreading his legs.  

“You wanna come get it?”

You stare at him with deadly purpose as he just laughs in your face, crossing his arms patiently.  Your eyes roll down to his lap with slight curiosity if it was your phone or if he was just happy to see you. 

Instead, you pick up the glass and let the liquid run through your body.  “I haven’t had dinner yet, so don’t try it.”

A while later the in house band plays some cover of Stevie Wonder, making Yahya twist with delight. 

“Oh SHIT.  Baby come on, let’s dance.”

You freeze at the thought as his hands reach around to rub your shoulders and puppet you to the music.

“Can you check with the hostess if the table is ready yet?”  You ask deslerately before you are pulled to your feet.  Yahya moves his hips like a salsa dancer pulling you in for a spin and holding you close.  You can’t help but giggle at how light he makes you feel in his arms.

“I ain’t worried, they just have to wait on us now.  How’s that?”  He takes your hands leading you into some intricate two stepping you weren’t prepared for but thoroughly enjoyed.  You all catch the attention of the others waiting at the bar and claps ensue as your dance turns into hired entertainment for the restaurant.  

Yahya hoots every time you spin.

“Girl if you had eyes on the back of your head, maybe you would understand,” he says before giving your behind an ample squeeze.

You bit his ear a little hard until he lets you go in shock.  You smile, giving him a body roll for good measure.

“That’s my knockout.  Come through Tyson!”  Yahya exclaims, pulling you in once more for a final dip as the band finishes and applause carries around you all.  You feel elation as he picks you up again quickly, holding you tight.

“Baby,” he says in your ear.

You hold him tight around the waist.  “I feel amazing, thank you hun.  I haven’t danced like that in forever.”

Yahya rubs your back with one hand, inching his arm out of his jacket.  “That’s good, put this on.”

You smile at him with confusion.  “Why? I’m not cold.”

He wraps his jacket around you anyway taking you to the bar.

“Abdul-Mateen, table for 2!”  the hostess yells.

You grab your purse.  “That’s us!”  you excitedly head to be seated.

“Baby, wait!  I’ll get the table, you go to the restroom, ok?”

Now you’re really confused.  “But...I don’t have to pee…”

Yahya’s eyes search yours for an answer before he snaps his fingers.  “Well yeah, I don’t know that, but your makeup, right?  Don’t you wanna recheck it or something after dancing?”

You think of the patchiness of our lippie and spring into action.  “You right, good looking out!  I’ll be back.”

You trot to the back and follow the arrow pointing to the ladies entrance.  The heavy wooden door opens to a warmly lit, floral scented restroom with sink basins that rest on top of the counters.  You open your purse while checking your reflection, rubbing your lips together only to realize your color is perfectly intact.  You wrinkle your nose at this fact and why Yahya mentioned your makeup in the first place until you lift your chin and the light catches your glistening skin.

“Shit.  Damn oil.”  Your compact is still in the car so you take his jacket off to cool down and reach for a paper towel to blot the shine away.

“Fried chicken...he tryna keep me looking crispety crunchety for sure....” You mutter under your breath before stepping back to look yourself over.  

“What the...oh hell no!”  Your eyes stop at your chest as your notice stains of moisture through your dress.  Although your baby was almost weaned, your body hasn’t fully gotten the cue to stop producing.  

You grab additional paper towels, frantically dabbing inside your dress and wiping the outside, making more bits of paper stick to your dress rather than cleaning the mess.  Tossing the towels away, you pace in frustration.  Yahya knew what happened and said nothing, why wouldn’t he say something?  You angrily pick up his jacket as someone enters the bathroom and put it on.

Back at the table, Yahya looks up from his to wave you over but you only look at him and head for the exit.  Two steps onto the pavement, Yahya has already caught up to you.

“Whoa, hey.  What’s up?”  Yahya says, stopping in front of you.

You sigh heavily.  “We don’t have time to eat.  I want to go to the movie.”

Yahya scoffs with ease.  “Babe, it’s fine.  We can at least eat appetizers and take it to go.”

You cross your arms, tapping your foot.  Looking from under him, your personality grew 10 feet taller.  “I wouldn’t know what the time is because you have my phone!”

Yahya’s sunny disposition sinks at your tone.  “Come on now, I just don’t want you so distracted on our night out.”

“And now I got this mess all over my dress.  I just wanted to have a good time.”

Yahya pulls you into him, giving you long drawn out shushing.  “Now the night ain’t even over yet and you throwing in the towel?  That’s not how my baby moves.”

You groan under his chin.  “I guess.”

He looks down at you.  “Now come on.  I don’t wanna bring up a sore subject but...Imma need you to say it with your chest.”

You go to pop him upside the head but he moves out the way too fast.

“And now you tryna run?  Whatcha running for Yah?!”  you yell after him as he hikes it to the car.

He runs backwards away from you, looking back to check for the car.  “That’s it baby, I hear you, come on so we can catch this movie!”

---

Pulling up to the theater, you both rush up to the box office requesting two tickets to the last showing of Disaster in the Sky Pt. 7.  

“I thought we were seeing Four Letter Word?”  you ask as he opens the door to your auditorium.  

Yahya whispers.  “We may have just missed the last showing, but this oughta be good.  Can’t fall asleep in a sky disaster.”

As you take your seats, it didn’t take but ten minutes for you to know that this is not the movie for you.  The acting was terrible, special effects were juvenile, and wasn’t the dumb big tit blonde archetype dated?

“You want me to get us some popcorn babe?”  Yahya asks quietly, eyes transfixed on the screen.

“No, I’ll get it.  Gimme your card.”  

Yahya digs in his pockets and hands it to you without blinking.  The lobby is dead quiet with one lone employee working snacks. You ask for the large popcorn and candy as your stomach gurgles over the smell of hot butter in the air.  After some extra pumps of butter, you slip the candy in his jacket pocket and head back to your seat.  

At first it’s hard to see but a cell phone glow that is normally unwelcome, happened to be your man’s beacon for you.  As you sit down, you notice his look of concern on his face.  

“What’s wrong?”  you ask, trying to look over at his screen.  

“Uhh...well the babysitter called but I missed it so I’m texting her.”

You sit up in your seat.  “What do you mean she called?  What did she want?”

Yahya’s face senses your stress but tries to remain cool.  “Baby, I don’t know, so I’m texting-”

“SHHH!”  a patron of the theater hisses.

“Yahya, you don’t text after a missed call.  Call her.”

“I’m not trying to stop our-”

“Gimme my phone, now!”  You hold out your hand as he reaches in his other pocket for it.  When you check your screen, you see two missed calls.

“YAH!  She called me too!”  You drop the popcorn and run out of the theater, past the snack stand and onto the sidewalk outside.  The sitter’s phone rings and rings until finally you hear he pick up.  

“HEY!  Yeah, what’s up we got your calls?”  Yahya strides next to you, hands on his hips waiting with bated breath.  

“Uh huh….uh huh...yeah that’s fine.”  You hold your forehead with the cold side of your hand to calm yourself.  “And I’m sorry can you put her on FaceTime real quick?”  You hold the phone out until your baby girl is on screen.  “Hi, Lei!  I miss you!  Mommy will be home soon!”  She coos with a ring toy in her mouth, barely acknowledging you.  You thank the sitter again and hang up before bursting into tears.

Yahya is at your side, hugging you tight.  “Come on, it’s alright.  She’s fine.”

You sniffle through your words.  “I don’t know what I thought would be but I just...panicked.”

“It’s ok, I was too.”

You look up at him.  “Where?  You were still enjoying the movie and texting her at the same time while I ran up out of there like I stole something!”

Yahya wipes a tear away.  “I don’t know where you thought I was being cool.  I just couldn’t move from my spot as fast as you.  No way in hell was I thinking bout that movie, that movie’s dumb.”

“Really?  I thought it was dumb too, but you looked like you liked it.”

Yahya shrugs cooly.  “I like anything you put on a screen that big with surround sound that shakes your chair.  But the night wasn’t about a movie, it was about seeing you and being with you on a lowkey romantic evening.”

You feel yourself getting upset again and look up at the stars for reassurance.  “And don’t get me started on that.  Yahya, I fucking milked my damn self tonight.”

“Yeah that was...wow,”  is all Yahya could utter.

You squint at him with forced anger.  “That was your damn fault.  When I was supposed to eat, you got me up dancing and my body just shocked itself into lactation.”

Yahya takes your hand in his, examining the rock on your finger.  “I didn’t mind it.  You and anything your body does is beautiful.”

You snort, wiping your nose.  “Yeah, while I’m blubbering snot over my baby, I bet I’m real cute.” 

The doors to the theater open as a showing lets out around you, you move out of there way against Yahya.  

“God, let’s go.  I’m so embarrassed.”

But Yahya doesn’t move however, holding you out in his arms you look at him with confusion.  

“In front of all these people, I want you to know that you are the love of my life!  I love you from the top of your head to the tip of your toenails!”

Yahya is practically screaming as you watch him wide eyed, trying to ignore the crowd slowing down to watch.

“Baby, ever since I met you you have been the cream in my coffee, the pillow for my head, my mint when my breath is funky!  And because you love me and all I am, I want to push that same devotion and love back onto you tenfold.”

He shrinks down on one knee and looks up at you, taking your hand like an R&B superstar with a fan.  You sigh to keep from laughing.

“Roxanne, Roxanne...I wanna be your man!  Will you marry me and have my baby?”

You throw your head back in agony over his cheesy lines but his act was still convincing enough.  

“Yes, Jody.  I love you so much!”  your Roxanne persona says as he picks you up and spins you around.  The crowd cheers with applause as you kiss one another.  Holding his face in your hand, you smack his cheek playfully.  

“What were you thinking?”  you say through your teeth.

Yahya smiles back.  “Getting you back in my car to celebrate our matrimony!”  

You feel so much better walking back to the car after Yahya’s outburst.  Looking up at his profile, you nuzzle his shoulder appreciatively.

“That proposal may have outdid your first one.  I knew your childish ways were good for something.”

“It don’t matter to me, long as I make you smile.”  Once you’re by the car, he turns you around and nudges you back, leaning his hand on the roof.  He stares at you like a precious gemstone as his eyes sparkle and dance around your face.  

“What?  You have something to say to me?” you ask, feeling butterflies creep up your throat.

Yahya takes your hand in his, kissing the back of it.  “This was one of the best evenings I had with you ever.”

You roll your eyes.  “Stop lying.  I don’t like liars.”

His thumb rolls over the knuckles of your hand as he cartoonishly agrees.  “Pssh, duh, I don’t either.  But I’m not lying.”  He touches your cheek, stealing your focus.  “The way you looked when I spun you around the room at the restaurant, oooh girl, that smile has more spark than a plug!”

You grin and lowkey hate yourself for doing it on cue of his praise.  But he was on a roll and you ached for more.

“And don’t think at any point tonight you weren’t the baddest mama anyone could ever have.  When you thought things were going down with the sitter, I’m just glad I locked the gat at home cuz you were finna set it off!”

You puff your shoulders for emphasis.  “Cuz nobody better mess with my baby!”  You wrap your arms around his neck, landing a kiss along his jaw.  “Not even you.”

He gives a rich laugh that only comes out for you when he starts to feeling a little nasty.  “Oh, but I don’t get no protection?”

You shake your head.  “None.  You can handle yourself,”

The kiss you share is erotic.  Tongues flipping around one another as Yahya’s hands reach under his jacket you’re wearing, pulling you against him with a soft moan.  

“Come here,”  he says as you follow him to the back of the car, he lifts you on the trunk.  He settles between your legs, rubbing his wide hands across your hips and ass, tonguing down your neck.  You arch against him, opening your eyes to stars above you and slowly leaning back as you caress the back of his head.  Yahya takes his fingers inside the fabric covering your breast to expose your nipple to him.

“You wanna bet I can get something from you?”  Yahya twiddles with your nipple to bring it erect.

“I doubt, but try it anyway,” you say with a wink.  He cups your mound as he licks around your areola then latching his thick lips around it.

As you writhe under him, Yahya leads his hands between your legs, feeling you through your tights.  

“I told you not to wear these,”  he growls, sticking both hands under your dress to pull them and your panties down with one swoop, making you yip in shock.

You try to close your legs, but Yahya wide frame doesn’t allow it.  “No,no wait.  I’m not fucking in public!”

Yahya looks around the car to the surrounding area.  “Nobody’s here.  They all still in the movie.”  Without waiting for your answer, he spreads your legs wider until your thighs are almost lying flat on either side of you like a butterflied chicken.

“Yahya, wait.  I still-”

When his head disappears below you, you felt your defeat crash over you like a tsunami.  His tongue never lies unless its lying down on some pussy.  He wriggles his tongue between your lips with expert level speed.  You can’t relax enough to grab hold of his head, so you claw desperately at the window behind you.  His strength is put to use to keep your legs from crushing his skull.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh fuck!”  is all you can say.  When he does you like this, you want to beat his ass, and that’s how he likes it.  When he comes up for air, he keeps one hand in you and the other unbuckling his pants.

“Whatchu mad for?  Huh?”  he asks.

You put one foot to his chest to shove him back, lifting yourself up by your elbows.  “You’re a damn fool, surprising yourself on me like this.”

He takes your ankle, pushing your leg back.  “I’m the one surprised.  I almost slipped down there.  You been wet this whole time?” You help take his dick out his pants, giving your hand some spit to stroke his hardened shaft.

“I ain’t giving you the satisfaction of knowing,”  you say through your teeth, taking pleasure in him biting his lip to fight the pleasure of your hand on his third leg.  

“You’ll give it to me,”  he says, pulling you closer to him as your leg rests on his shoulder, keeping the other one wrapped around his waist.  You keep a hand to his stomach in anticipation but he moves it, pushing into you slowly, you feel your chill break down completely.  Your head throws back as you mold yourself to him inch by inch.

“Ah, shit. Make it quick, Yahya.  I don’t wanna be caught,” you say under his grip on your neck.

He pushes into you with a quick thrust that makes you howls, leg shaking against him.

“If you think you can shut up, I can,”  Yahya warns, picking up his strokes to meet your requirement.  You don’t want to cum so fast, but he makes it easy for you with his length curving right against you.

“Fuck!  Fuck!  It’s too much!”  you whine, pushing his chest to let up.  His hips spin into you instead, hitting you in a new angle that made your mouth wide and eyes cross.  Yahya knew what was coming when you tightened up on him and he smacks his hand over your mouth just in time.

You lose all strength, lying back and howl into his palm unable to do nothing but take it and ride it out.  No quicker way to touch the sky than some good dick.

“Yeah, give it to me.  I told you you were gonna give it to me,”  Yahya brags as you finish climaxing.  As Yahya pumps you harder, you find it within you to pull him down to you, licking his lips , his chin, and clawing at his back as you whine in his ear for him to cum inside you.

“I want it.  Give it to me, baby.  Show me you love it all.  Cream the fuck out this pussy.”

“Oh, I love it.  Shit!  Say that again,”  he groans.

“Cream this pussy.  Fill it up big daddy, I know you can.”

Yahya and you share a kiss as his hip grind against you.  “I love you Yahya!  OOH I love this dick!”

“Come on and love me baby.  Damn!”  He moans in your mouth as you lock him down, taking him in fully.  You feel him shudder on top of you as you rub his back, feeling yourself full from within.

“Oh shit.  Oh shit, baby, that’s what I wanted since you left the house,”  Yahya says with a labored sigh.  

You chuckle, feeling liberated and unbothered by your public indecency.  “Yeah?  Why didn’t you say something.”

Yahya gave a hoarse laugh.  “Ms.  Don’t-Ruin-My-Makeup?  Yeah, like anything was gonna happen.

You sigh, adjusting your breasts back to their proper place.  “You right.  Once my tiddies leaked, all that went out the window though.”

You both slip back into your clothes.  Yahya finds where he tossed your tights and panties and gives them to you before getting into the car.

“Baby, I am still hungry though.  Can we stop by that pizza place I like and get a large pepperoni?”  

“Yes, sweetheart,  You can have a kidney if you end a night like this again,”  Yahya takes your hand in his as he drives along.

“That was your idea, not mine.  But I liked it a lot.”  You kiss Yahya’s ear as he drove, gripping his inner thigh and whispering sweet nothings until he got to the pizza place and bought two pizzas.

When you got home, the sitter greeted you both happily.

“So you all had a good time then?” she asks.  Her eyes dart over you in a way that you know she can tell something was up.

“WE sure did Tracey, and thank you so much again.  I Venmo’d you on the ride over so we are all set,”  He goes to set the pizza in the kitchen.

“Thanks!  And Leila is sleeping, we had a great time!  I have her some crackers and juice before bed around 9 oclock.”

“Excellent.  Thanks again.  You drive safely.”  You wave Tracey farewell and close the door, taking off Yahya’s jacket.

He comes downstairs from checking on Leila.  “She is fully intact and breathing,” he reports.

“Oh my sweet baby.  Should we wake her so you can see her before you leave in the morning?  You know she sleeps through the night now.”

Yahya takes two slices on a plate and sets it on the table.  Taking a generous bite he says,  “I don’t have to leave yet.”

“Really?  I thought the schedule was tight?”

Yahya shakes his head, putting an arm around you.  “I can delay a couple more days.  It happens anyway when you miss a flight.”

“Who said anything about missing a flight?”  

Yahya puts his slice to your face.  “Girl if you don’t eat this pizza and hug on me!”  

“Aw!”  You take a bite and wrap your arms around his waist. 

“Plus I don’t wanna leave you stressed.  You taking care of Leila all the time, I need to catch up.”

 “Good cuz I don’t wanna be woken up early tomorrow, I need my rest.”

“You right.  So that means I got breakfast!  Fixing a full course meal for my girls,”  Yahya says excitedly.

“Uh, no!  I don’t need the house burnt down!”

“Here you go!  I am a pro in the kitchen.  More Michelin stars than the telephone book got names!  More bite than Eve with the apple!  You loved my breakfast when you were pregnant!”   

“Yeah yeah, but I haven’t had it since.  Let me go shower.”  

AS you start to get up Yahya pulls you back, putting down his slice.  “Uh uh, one more round before you go.”

“What?  No!  I gotta freshen up!” 

Yahya is already laying you down and playing a scavenger hunt with your body.  “You know why people don’t make their bed?  Don’t make no sense if Imma make you dirty all over again.”

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#yahya fic #shakafic #may use this for one more part to write about cooking yahya

[hugsfromdad]

I've been mia on here, but not mia in the disaster bisexual front. So lemme fill you in

Okay, so idk if I've talked on here over the past few months about a cute cashier, but I can't seem to find it on my blog, so imma assume I haven't.

Back in mid August, I got my kitten. I got him 2 weeks earlier than expected, so the day before I picked him up, I had to run out and get his supplies. My friend was coming over that day, so we decided to hang out (outside) at my house, go get ice cream, and then go to the pet store for my stuff. after we got all that I needed, we went into Market Basket to buy some snacks so we could sit out in the parking lot and talk for a few hours. Well, that's where this story starts.

I looked hella fucking gay that day. (Striped button up UNbuttoned like halfway, my huge choker chain, and then my white washed levi's with a white 'Sisters' belt, and white converses. I can post a pic later if y'all want) so anyways, I was expecting to get some looks and stared. I did. Whatever. Well, were checking out at the speed aisle, and I notice eyes on me. I normally glace around when I'm checking out to see who is working, but I was met this time by the gaze of a cashier two rows back. I glanced down cause I didn't want to be rude, but when I check again, she was still looking at me. So I intentionally held her gaze for a few moments as I took note of what she looked like. Then I finished checking out and left with my friend.

While I'm a disaster bi and will focus and freak out over the smallest interraction with a cute person, I have become aware that most people (my friends) don't read into moments like that and will make fun of me if I do. That being said, I told myself it was probably just in my head and not that significant; that she was just checking out my outfit and clocking me as either a gay guy out with his girlfriend, (which was pretty much the case) or a couple getting some things.

WELL, so right as I was trying to not make anything out of it, my friend turns to me and goes. "Did you see that cashier staring at you? Like, she kept looking at you." And I was like "OKAY SO IT WASNT JUST ME" and she was like "no, she was really looking at you. She's really cute, too." And thus it began.

She's got a great style (also gorgeous even with a mask on, but I was more intrigued and attracted to her style). I told her that I liked her style a couple months ago and she repeated it back to me. She wears multiple necklaces, rings, and somehow makes her store uniform look cool. When I first really took note of her, my immediate thought was "she gives me west coast vibes." My best friend agreed with me when we were in the store together and she was there. And she might not be from the west coast, but if she told me she was from san Fransisco, I would believe it in a heartbeat. She got like a modern Marissa from the OC style. (I didn't watch the show, only those couple gay scenes with her character in it, so don't come for me)

So anyways, for the first 3-4ish months, my brain would short circuit as soon as we would lock eyes. Like, I can't describe it besides just a fog or a mental lockdown. I could like make eye contact, but I would just be in constant panic. I also couldn't imagine what to do next. Thus, I would panic and choose to go in a different aisle than hers for the first while. I didn't know what to do with a gorgeous woman who had eyes on me. (ALSO; I would like to state that her vibes and style are so immaculate, that I almost expect her to be gay. I thought she was clocking me as another gay person at first, but then I realized that we gays don't stare at someone of the opposite gender THIS much. So she could be gay. Idk. I'm good either way.)

Back to the panic: so it took me awhile to actually get the nerve up to choose her aisle when I could. Then we finally like interacted. I finally got her name, and I like asked her how she was. This happened like twice, and then there was a time I came in right after seeing my nephews(socially distanced). It was a slower day, so I didn't feel hurried in moving along. I asked her how her day was, and she answered and asked how mine was. I mentioner being happy cause I finally got to see my nephews after months of not. She then asked how old they were. We talked for a moment before I knew I have to go. It was as I was picking up my bag that I paused and looked at her and said "I've been meaning to say, I like your style." She like paused and said thanks, and that she liked mine as well. I then said something like "see you next time" and left.

From then, I'd see her when I went in, but almost every time she was in the wrong lane. We'd lock eyes as I walked in, and as I checked out and left, but we didn't get to like talk. That is, until I was tagging along shopping with my mum the day after fucking election night.

I don't think I need to say that I was more anxious and distracted than I had ever been when going in, and glued to my phone; refreshing google and watching the numbers come in. I don't think I even looked up when I walked in. I was in another place. I should also mention that I had noticed that the cute cashier (that's literally my nickname for her) usually worked on the weekends. This was a wednesday. So I was NOT paying sttention. I just followed my mum around the store while watching my phone and trying to do the math to see if there was a possibility that biden could win. Well, my mother eventually stuck us in line to check out, and asks me to get off my phone and help her unload, thats when I lift me head, and I'm staring directly into her eyes.

She was bagging for our aisle, so she was just standing there in my direct line of sight. And she has been watching me, waiting for me to fucking finally look up.

I'm sure I looked beyond stunned. Because I was. I honestly was so braindead from the day, that it took me a moment of staring back at to her process as to what was happening. I got it together quickly tho and bantered and talked with her a bit as she bagged and I helped load. She definitely was doing more than most, if that makes sense. I challenged her to fitting all of the groceries onto one cart cause she said she could. It was fun, and I think I again said "see you around* or something like that as we left.

And once again, once we got outside, my mother now goes "oh that bagger was cute." And I told her that that was the cute one I had mentioned before. THEN SHE GOES "oh yeah I picked up on that vibe of y'all." And I WANTED to ask her what that MEANT, but I didn't want to push it and then have my mother know/be able to make things awakrd.

ANYWAYS, 3 chapters in, lemme get to last months. I fucking got in anxiety meds. AND MY WORLD CHANGED. my mental block and fog was GONE. I could finally see a pathway through to like actually talking talking to her. SO, I pulled out a receipt, wrote down my number, and stuck it in my wallet for the next time I saw her.

Welp, the next time that was, she was in the wrong lane and teaching a new cashier what to do, so there was no way I was gonna try and insert myself into that situation. BUT, as I was walking both in and out, we locked eyes as usual, but this time as I was leaving, I did like a quick smile which caused me to squint my eyes for a half second. It almost looks like when a cat does their slow blink at you. I saw her respond to that and like smile back at me as I left. It was the first time I had ever done anything that was direct and nonverbally flirty.

So, I had to go again last night. And my parents were putting us in strict lockdown for the next 10 days, so we had to stock up. Before we left, I rewrote my note. And I told my best friends what was happening, and no matter what was the situation, I was gonna give her the note.

Well, she wasnt there. I was extremely disappointed.

Annnnd that leaves us here. It's gonna be a good 10-14 days before I'm allowed to go out, but youd better fucking believe it when I say that imma be giving her my number the moment I see her next. So wish me luck.

And also in case anyone asks; I don't want to try any dating apps cause I hate them. Also I'm half asleep now she don't have the energy to go back and edit this. Hopefully it's coherent.

So I guess I'll update y'all when I eventually get to leave the house and see her again

[thedukedudeinadress]

Simple Things In Life - 2

Ships: Remile (A Full Blown Relationship), Prinxiety (New Love), Logicality (A Mutual Crush), Demus (Physical Love)

Warnings: Swearing, implied sexual behaviour

Logicality- A Mutual Crush: One

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Perspective (mainly): Logan

Logan had just put his dishes at the washing rack as Patton ran past him & out into the corridor. His logical nature told him how silly it would be to run after him but it didn’t help, it was rare but now he followed his emotions & ran after Patton who ran up, towards the roof. As Logan got up he quickly stared to look around for Patton & suddenly he heard soft sobbing coming from between the wall to the roof & the janitors closet. He quietly made his way over to were the sobs came from & there he found Patton.

“Pat, what a-“ Patton turned his head to look at him but when he saw that it was Logan he quickly looked away. “Patton, what are you doing crying on the roof?” Patton didn’t look up. He felt pathetic, crying over a guy that would never see anything in him & now that guy was right there & saw him?

“Nothing” he mumbled as Logan sat down next to him.

“Do you honestly think I’ll believe that? Pat, what’s wrong?” He layed a hand on Patton’s underarm which made the other shiver slightly. After about twenty seconds of silence Logan was done waiting “Patton, please talk to me” he used his free hand & put it at Patton’s cheek to gently turn his head so he faced him & as he saw Patton’s crying face he felt a knot in his stomach. Fuck, feelings.

“I- I would *sob* I would rather not” Logan took a deep breath.

“Okay... but I won’t leave until you feel better” Patton’s eyes widened.

“Bu- but you have class in-“ Logan sighed.

“I have psychology class first thing after lunch on Mondays. That’s not my mayor & this is far more important” Patton blushed slightly & smiled a little at Logan.

“Can I hug you?” Logan looked at him before, instead of answering, hugged Patton who again started to cry.

“Oh! I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong?” Patton chuckled & shook his head.

“No! I’m sorry. Heh, I just randomly starts crying sometimes” Logan looked at the other man. He was about a head shorter than himself, his hair was curly & the colour was on the darker side of golden brown, he had freckles & emerald green, beautiful eyes filled with gold flakes. It was hard not to be attracted to that & adding Patton’s adorable personality it was nearly impossible. He looked straight into Patton’s eyes & then he said it.

“Do you want to go out with me?” Logan had just said something he had tried to shove into the back if his head since the school year had begun a few months ago & he hadn’t even thought about it & when he realised what he just said he.. well, he had already said it.

“L-Lo? Di-did you just- ask me out?” Logan mentally face palmed himself, swallowed & then sighed as he realised there was no way out of it.

“Yes, Patton, I did” Patton’s eyes widened.

“I- I would love to” Patton’s voice was quiet but Logan had heard him clearly, he was, however, certain that he had heard wrong.

“Wait- really?” Patton’s giggled & nodded.

“Yes, really” Patton looked at Logan & noticed that his gaze fell down on his lips before quickly looking up into his eyes again. Patton grinned & stood up “come on, let’s go so you don’t miss class” he said & reattached out his hand to help Logan up.

“Oh, so you feel better now?” Logan said as he took Patton’s hand & stood up.

“Heh, yeah, a lot better actually” Patton said & took his phone out of his purse because he had noticed it vibrating quite a lot. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Sorry!’ ‘Text when you see this’ ‘We’ll stay at the table until you come back or say otherwise’. “I need to get back to the cafeteria, the others seems worried”

“Okay” Logan glanced down at his clock “I have about ten more minutes before I need to get to class so I can walk you there if you want to” Logan said awkwardly & Patton giggled.

“Yeah, sure!”

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Perspective (mainly): Patton

“Thanks for walking me back” Patton said bubbely as they stood outside of the cafeteria.

“No problem, Patton” Logan said “I- I’ll text you about that date later” his tone was nervous & Patton giggled.

“I look forward to that” Patton said & hugged Logan before saying bye & entering the cafeteria.

“Hi guys, sorry about that” Patton was back to his bubbely self but it was very clear that he had cried.

“I’m sorry, Pat. We should just leave that alone..” Remy said & hugged Patton as he sat down.

“Yeah, sorry” Declan said, slightly embarrassed.

“It’s fine, guys, really”

“It really isn’t, Pat. We should just leave you two alone. Lik-” Remy started but Patton interrupted him.

“It’s fine now at least! Okay?” Remy was just about to protest again when he realised that, despite having slightly puffy red eyes from crying, Patton looked extremely happy & he thought he knew why but he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries again so he decided to just let it be okay & offered Patton a smile.

“Yeah, okay” Declan said as he glanced down at his phone “I have like 5 minutes that I can spend with Remus so Imma leave. See you guys later” he said, took his dishes & left.

“See ya!” Emile said after him.

“Hey, Emile, look at this” Remy said.

“Wha-?” Emile turned his head towards Remy & Remy kissed him quickly. They had been dating for over six months but Remy still did that & he was quite certain he would never stop kissing him like that. Emile blushed & giggled & then took Remy’s chin in between his index finger & thumb & kissed him deeply & somehow that actually caught Remy off guard. He sat there, frozen, with a deep blush covering his whole face for a moment before burying his face in the side of Emile’s neck which caused both Emile & Patton to laugh.

Patton had never seen Remy like thet, that was for sure. Remy always stayed cool & collected. It had seemed up until now that he stayed cool even when it came to Emile but now? Not so much. Patton was slightly ashamed to admit that he quite enjoyed the scene in front of him but it was quite adorable.

“Babe, you okay?” Emile said, softly patting his boyfriend’s head, still chuckling.

“Yeah, I- I just- I love you, so fucking much” Remy said quietly after he had, just slightly, collected himself & changed position just enough to be able to talk.

From Emile’s instant reaction Patton guessed that, even tho they had been together for quite a while, this was their first ‘I love you’. Emile blushed even harder then Remy had done & almost cried.

“I- I love you too” now he cried slightly & Remy quickly pulled him into a long hug & kissed his hair.

That reaction just screamed ‘first I love you’ & Patton scoffed slightly. He knew that right now Emile’s & Remy’s reality was far more cut off than Virgil’s & Roman’s normally were & he shook his head & left. However he snapped a quick picture of the two & sent it to a group chat.

“Pretty sure that was their first ‘I love you’ (*≧∀≦*)”

“Aww, how cute” Roman said.

“Wait- haven’t they dated for like.. half a year?” Virgil said.

“Really, Virge? (¬_¬)” Roman, again.

Patton shook his head, chuckled & turned off his phone & made his way towards class.

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Perspective (mainly): Logan

Logan was walking back & fourth in his dorm & said his thoughts out loudly “What do you even do on a date? More specifically a first date? Should I just ask Patton what he wants to do? No, that would be weird, right? Uhh.. ROMAN!”

Logan quickly pulled out his phone & opened the texting app.

“Roman, can you come over and help me with something?”

“Uhh.. is it urgent?”

“I mean.. kind of?”

“Fine, be there in 5”

About five minutes later Roman knocked at Logan’s door & when he opened he immediately started to talk quickly.

“Why did I do that? I didn’t even think! I can’t plan this! What do you do on a date? I’m-“

“Woah, woah, woah! Slow down there, buddy! Did you just say date?” Logan paused & realised that he hadn’t given Roman any base information whatsoever.

“Uhhhhhhh” Roman laughed & got inside.

“So that’s what you meant with ‘kind of’, huh? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Huh? Oh..” Logan’s cheeks turned bright pink “Patton” he mumbled.

“Patton? Really? How did you get a date with a literal sripe of sunshine?” Logan looked at him & noticed his slightly swollen lips.

“How did you get all the way to a make out session with the emo?” Roman blushed but ignored it.

“I would say because he’s my boyfriend but I get your point. Anyway, Patton is actually quite simple. He obviously likes you, otherwise he wouldn’t go out with you” Logan actually froze at that, he honestly thought Patton was just being polite when he said that he would love to go out with him. “He probably trust that you’re able to pla-“

“But I’m not! I don’t do feelings! I’ve never even liked someone before! I-“

“Logan, chill. I was gonna say that he was wrong, you don’t even know what to do with your friends! People are not your thing & I know that”

”Rude but true, go on”

“I know it could be seen on as overkill but trust me when I say this.. Disneyland” Logan looked at Roman, he knew Patton for sure would love that but.. but what?

“You know what, Ro. That actually sounds great”

“Of course it does! I’m his best friend” Logan rolled his eyes at Roman.

“Thank you, Roman. You can go back to making out with Virgil now” he said with a teasing grin on his face.

“Ha ha, very funny, fyi, we will go much further than that” Roman said with a wicked grin.

“Gross. Anyway, thanks again”

“You’re welcome” Roman sang as he left & Logan shook his head but chuckled slightly.

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A/N: *insert something about chapter here*

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[cryinggameff]

Seventy-Five

Randi

Cameron’s crying woke me up early in the morning as usual. I started to get up but Cayden mumbled, "I got him," and got up from the bed. I looked over at the clock. It was 8am. Cayden would be leaving for work soon and I'd be going to drop Cam at my moms. I was trying to slowly get back to going to work, a couple of times a week anyways. Cayden worked a normal 9-5 schedule now, the ride share app he had invested in had blown up and now he was a cowener in a big time company which kept him busy. He really loved what he was doing which made me happy. I was co-owner of 2 salons now. After almost 2 years of back and forth, a second location was up. That required me putting in more regular hours though, which meant leaving Cameron. I felt guilty about working for months after He was born, but now a year later, Cayden and Ms. Williams,my therapist, both convinced me that working was good for me and that i wasn't evil for doing so. He was 1 now and I felt better about leaving him with someone else. I wasn’t breastfeeding anymore and he didn’t need 24/7 attention. But i couldn't deny being a mom came first on my list of priorities and consumed most of my time and thoughts, and i was fine with that.

"You going into the salon today?" Cayden asked, coming back in the room with Cam. I smiled reaching out for him. Seeing him in the morning was the best part of my day because after sleeping for a few hours I missed him. His face lit up when he saw me and he giggled, bringing out his cute dimples. When I looked at him I thought about the fact that I almost missed out on this because I was set on not having kids. I also thought about everything I went through to give birth to him and the fact that I’d do it all over again.

"Good morning mommy's baby," i cooed, nuzzling his face. "Yeah, i'm going in. I have so much to do for tax season," I said.

"My mom taking him this week?" he asked. I nodded. Our parents switched who would watch him. It was perfect because they all didn't work anymore. God knows i couldn't leave Cam with strangers. Cayden took his shirt off to go shower, revealing his perfect chest, well perfect except the gunshot wound under his right peck. He leaned down to kiss me and i met him. He kissed me for a long time and Cam started crying.

"You need to get ready, and i gotta get him some food," i said. We went separate ways and went about our morning routines.

At the door Cayden gave Cameron some last cuddles then handed him to me. He kissed my forehead.

"Imma see you tonight beautiful," he said. I smiled and nodded. I watched him get in his car and go. Then i had to get Cam and myself in my car and drove to Cay's mom's house. On the way there I thought about how normal life was now, Cayden going to work in the morning, to a legit job, m dropping of our kid, and going to work. Life was so different now.

I got to the salon later in the morning and went back to my office. I sat down and immediately checked my phone. It was habit now whenever someone else was watching Cam. I checked for texts or calls about him. When i saw nothing i reluctantly got my computer on and started pulling up my files. I worked for about 2 hours before i cracked and checked grabbed my phone to call Cay's mom. She didn't answer my call and i put my phone down angrily.

"He's fine Randi," i said to myself, turning back to my computer. The separation anxiety i felt with him was hard to explain. It was different than with Cayden. When he wasn't with me i got that feeling like when you think you're forgetting something really important, but constant. It was weird not hearing him cry or laugh for so long, it put me on edge. I wasn't sure how Cayden was able to just go to work like it was nothing.

Jada came in then.

"Hey, I put all those receipts on your desk, did you see them?" She asked.

"yeah," i said with a sigh. I glanced at my phone again.

"Whats up with you?" She asked.

"It's Cameron," i said.

"Why is he sick?" she asked with a frown.

"No. But Cayden's mom won't answer my calls. I just want a picture of him so i know he's ok," i said.

"She's probably busy watching him, it's a good thing she not on her phone," she said. She had a good point. "You worry too much," she said, leaving the office. I knew i worried too much, i didnt wanna be like this. It just came with the whole mom thing.

Later a knock came at my door and i looked up. It was a delivery guy.

"Mrs. Jones?" he asked.

"yeah, thats me,"i said. He gave me the clipboard and i signed it, looking around for the package.

"Package is out front," he said. I thanked him and went out to the front desk to check what is was. China turned to look at me.

"I hate you," she said. I was confused, then i saw the huge bouquet of flowers. I smiled like an idiot, jumping up and down a little. I picked up the card.

--->To my beautiful wife, because i can't stop thinking about you. Im sure you're thinking about Cam not me but that's ok. P.S he's fine, stop worrying. From: Cay and Cam

I teared up and held the card to my chest. I loved how thoughtful Cayden could be. That gave me the motivation i needed to get through the day.

I picked Cam up around 3 and made my way back home. Cole called me on my way saying that he was coming over. He beat me home and was waiting in the drive way when i got there. He helped me get Cam out of the car.

“My little man!” He said, taking him from his car seat.

“He just put on a show on the way home, cried the whole ride. He's so tired.” We went inside.

“You on your own?” He asked.

“Yeah, Cayden still at work.”

“Damn, he really taking this CEO shit serious. You can always leave him with me if you need a break,” he said.

“I’m seriously gonna take you up on that, but anyways, so bachelor party. I have everything set, just need to know what time you want the limo.”

“Like 10 probably. I plan on being drunk by then so it don’t really matter,” he chuckled, letting Cam play with his fingers.

“Ok. I still need an outfit, I’m always scared to be out dressed by the strippers,” I said. I was gonna be the only girl at the bachelor party, I wasn’t planning on staying too long anyways, I knew I’d be missing Cameron and I wanted to let Cole hang with his buddies.

"Aint that weird? Going to a strip club with your man?" He asked, putting Cam's pacifier back in his mouth.

"Not really. Im used to it," i said, "but he doesn't even go anymore. This will be the first time he's gone since Cam was born. But why are you going to a female strip club when you don't like girls is the real question?"

"Male strip clubs aint the same," he shrugged. "Only thing is i know Ty attracted to females so that's gonna be a bit weird." I went around the kitchen making something to eat for all of us. I started cutting stuff up for a salad and warming a bottle for Cameron. Cole came to sit at the island.

"Im sure he'll behave himself," i said. "He's marrying you, so clearly he's not checking for anyone else, male or female" i assured him. He nodded.

“Did you get nervous before your wedding?” He asked. I nodded.

“Hell yeah. You know i was a mess leading up to it. I had a panic attack day of too," i laughed remembering. "You getting nervous bout it?"

"A little," he shrugged. It was odd to see Cole unsure or worried about anything. He was always so care free, go with the flow type of guy.

"It'll go away once you see him on the day," i assured him. He nodded in agreement.

"One more week to go," he said.

Cayden

I was in meetings all day today which was tiring. Sometimes this job was more tiring than drug dealing, which i ever expected. I really liked doing something different though. When i thought about it, i kind of did the same thing when i was in charge of the warehouses, i handled all the business behind the dealing. Negotiated with cartels, contracted people, allocated supplies. That's pretty much what i did now, just not with drugs. I was really into the whole tech thing too, the dudes i worked with were crazy smart, inventing apps and shit.

After my meetings i went to my office to check my emails. I checked my phone too and saw the message from Randi thanking me for the flowers.

There was also a message from Keisha which I opened.  It was a photo of her son after a basketball game. Yes, i had stayed in touch with her, because that was my nephew, and the circumstances didn’t change that. Randi was all for it and we’d even have him over sometimes. So I’d see him here and there and she kept me up to date on what he was doing. I chuckled a little at his big gap smile, he looked so much like Trey it scared me at times. The more I was getting to know him the more I saw Trey in him, and that made me feel like my brother was still here.

After replying some emails I finally made my way home. It was an hour past Cameron’s bed time which meant I wouldn’t get to hang with him before he slept. I walked around downstairs and when I didn’t see Randi I went upstairs. I could hear her in the nursery. I walked over quietly and stood by the door. Randi was bouncing Cameron in her arms while he was fussing. She was so small he took up her whole torso now and he was only 1.

“Shhh, Mommy’s got you Cam ” she said softly,rubbing his back in circles. He finally got quiet and she went to put him back in his crib. She turned on the rain machine for him because he loved that shit and couldn't sleep without it. She finally turned towards the door and she jumped when she saw me, putting her hand to her chest.

“Jesus Cay, how long you been standing there?”

“Not long, but I can watch you with him all day,” i said, going up to wrap my arms around her waist.Her hair was all messed up, coming out of the bun she had, and she was wearing sweats, but she still looked fine. I looked over her head to Cam in his crib. “I tried to get home before he went to sleep," i said. I had stayed at the office later than usual.

“You just missed him. He woke up from a bad dream,” she frowned.

“I know what you’re thinking. We didn’t give him bad dreams Ran, he’s a baby, probably just wanted some attention” i could read her mind. Randi had this theory that Cameron inherited bad dreams from us because sometimes he would wake up crying or screaming. We both had a history of bad dreams so maybe it was possible but I still assured her that wasn’t the case.

“You don’t know that,” she mumbled. I tugged a piece of her hair.

"Come on, you gonna wake him up," i said, pulling her out of the room. I dragged her into our room so i could change. "I talked to Ty today, the suit is ready. Can you pick it up tomorrow for me?"

"Yeah, i have to go pick up my dress anyways," she said. "I'm so excited, I can’t believe this is finally happening" she smiled, folding her legs.

"Im just surprised neither one of them backed out yet, i thought for sure Ty would have wigged out by now," i said, taking my shirt off.

"Cole is the one I was worried about. He came over earlier, he was freaking out a little," she said, grabbing my shirt and straightening it out. "But i told him that was normal. I was loosing my shit before our wedding, but if i made it down the aisle, he can."

"True. I deadass thought you weren't gonna show up to our wedding,"i laughed remembering.

"Thought about running, my dad dragged me out of that room though," she laughed as well.

"Your ass lucky i still married you after making a nigga self conscious and shit," i mumbled. It was easy trying to lock her down. She grabbed my arm.

"I been lucky since the night you drove me home from the club," she said, referring to the first time we met. I thought back to that night and where we were now. "Even though you didn't say one word to me that whole car ride."

"I was having a bad day," i chuckled, "it wasn't personal. And i showed up to your house the next day didn't i. And day after that, and pretty much everyday after."

"You were,” she nodded. I sat down beside her and pulled her in to me. “I think that’s why I liked you. You were consistent, and I needed that,” she said like she was deep in thought. “Who would have thought back then that we'd be married and have a kid together?"

"I thought so," i said with a loud laugh. She looked at me like i was crazy. "Dead ass. I knew after that first day, that was it, you was the one. I never just wanted to be around someone all the time before,” I played with her hair.

“Why do you say all the right things?” She said softly, looking back at me.

“I also say the wrong things sometimes,” I reminded her. “You was just mad at me yesterday.”

“That’s true,” she gave me a  side eye remembering the petty argument we had gotten into. We didn’t really fight like that anymore. Having a kid together made other things seem irrelevant, and we had a different level of respect for each other now as his parents.

“You know what’s weird? Like a year ago we probably would have been sorting through duffle bags of coke right now,”I said randomly. She laughed.

“Yup, I’d be counting, estimating profits,” she shook her head, “that feels like a life time ago.”

“You was really ride or die for a nigga,” I said, “even when shit was hot,” I looked at the scar on my rib and thought about how she had taken care of me.

“I knew what I signed up for. It was hard for me after the shooting though, I can’t lie. After that day...I knew I was done. Then I got pregnant, and that just pushed me to say what had been in my mind for a long time, it was all about Cam from that moment on,” she played with my hand in hers. “Do you miss all that?”

“Nah. I was done with that part of my life. I was already starting my plan to get out before you told me, but that just made it that much more important to do it. I knew the life you wanted and I wanted to give it to you, and to our kid” I looked over her face. She nodded and we sat in silence for a little bit. After some time she looked down and put a hand to her stomach.

“Sometimes I miss having him inside of me,” she smiled. I raised a brow.

“Does that mean you ready for a second one?” I said excited, pulling her closer in to me.

“Hey don’t get excited. We talked about this, we said next year,”  she reminded me, pushing me away.

“We gotta start now if we gonna get 5 out the way before we old,” I said. She leaned back and looked at me like i was insane. I tried to kiss her and she was trying to run away.

“Cayyyyy” she complained as I planted my lips on her neck.

Cole

***a week later***

Today was the day, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I had never been this nervous to step out on the football field, or even when I came out to my family. This was different. I knew I wanted to be with Ty forever, but it was the idea of ‘marriage’ that made it all so fucking scary.

It was funny to me because this was all Ty’s idea. He had asked me to marry him. It had crossed my mind too but I wasn’t sure he wanted all that. I was happy to just be whatever we were. Living together was the main thing I had wanted and I got that.

Our families now loved each other and we were both in good places with them. My mom and I were the closest we had ever been, which I wouldn’t have expected 3 years ago after all the family drama. But this wedding was a big part of why we came together. She wanted to be there for me and was happy to see me happy. She was helping me tie my bow tie, and crying while doing it.

“I’m really happy for you Cole” she said, “I can tell Ty is in love with you, and it’s clear you love him.”

“I do,” I said.

“All I’ve ever wanted was this for you. I know it may not always have seemed like it. I just hate that we weren’t on good terms for so long,” she wiped a tear, “when you’re my only son. I know now that I was wrong,” she said.

“I was wrong too mama. I was so angry I couldn’t put my pride aside and fix things with you,” I admitted.

“Well, that’s all in the past now. The important thing is everything is how it should be now. Just me and my baby,” she said with a smile.

“I love you mama” I said, kissing her cheek.

“I love you too baby,” she patted my cheek. “There, you look handsome as ever. That Ty is so lucky he scored you.”

“You ready to walk me down the aisle?” I asked, holding my arm out. Both of our mothers were walking us down. Ty was supposed to go first and I knew he was already there and waiting for me. That made me excited. The music started playing then and my stomach flipped.

“That’s our cue,” my mom said, opened the doors to the ceremony room.  

I could see Ty standing there on a suit, something I hadn’t seen since Cayden and Randi’s wedding, anxiously waiting. He was touching the cuffs on his shirt but then looked up and made eye contact with me. We both smiled and the nerves and anxiety melted away.

The reception was lit. We had a DJ and all our friends and family were on the dance floor. A slow song came on and Ty grabbed me to dance with him. I had been separated from him for a while talking to people.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever,” he said. I smirked.

“Awe you missed me?” I said. He rolled his eyes.

“Maybe,” He said.

“Well you bout to be stuck with me for a real long time now if that makes you feel any better.”

“I still can’t believe we’re married, that’s kind of lame,” he said, looking at the ring on his hand.

“Yeah but it’s cute. We still gonna be the same so,” i shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m glad we did it. For our families too,” he looked around at the people around us and I did the same. There was a lot of people happy to see us happy, and that touched both of us since not everyone was ok with our life style. I spotted Randi then, standing just off the dance floor holding Cameron on her hip. Cayden had his arm around her. I winked at her and she winked back. Both our lives had turned around in a matter of a couple years, and we were happier than ever. It made a nigga a bit emotional. I had been at her wedding and now she was at mine, that was some movie shit.

“I hope your winking at your mother, or else I’m throwing hands,” Ty said, following my gaze. “Oh it’s Randi.”

“You jealous?” I teased.

“Y’all petty niggas deserve each other,” he said, shrugging. “The friendship still confuses me though,” he said.

“Me too. But I just know she been there for me like nobody else, other than you. She was my family when I wasn’t on good terms with mine,” I explained.

“I get that,” he nodded.

“Now i have it all, my family,my friends, and you,” i smirked. He smiled back at me and pulled me in to kiss me.We kissed like it wasn’t a room full of people.

Randi

I was standing watching Cole and Ty be cute when my mom came and took Cam from me.

“You two go dance,” she said, nodding at the dance floor. Cayden took my hand and pulled me in that direction. He put his arms around my waist and I put mine over his shoulders.

“This reminds me of our first dance,” I said, grinning like a little kid. “I’m just missing the dress, and I have an extra 30 pounds on me now but other than that,” I laughed. He slipped his hands to my butt as if we weren’t in public.

“I like the way you look now,” he said, “you sexy as hell to me,” sliding his hands around to my hips, “Shit, i been thinking about taking that dress off all night,”

“Thank you Baby,” I said, “you make me feel sexy.” He really did, even when I was pregnant and blowing up, or now when my body was still not the way it used to be.

When we got home I wanted to take off my makeup and shower so Cay signed up to put Cameron to sleep. I took a quick shower and then went to peak in the nursery wondering what was taking him so long. Cayden was sitting in the rocking chair with Cameron in his lap and a book in his hands. I stood outside listening for a while and i laughed quietly at the voices he gave all the characters. Creating a human with someone changed the relationship forever. Yes i loved him even before i had his baby, but loving Cameron together on top of loving each other was a strange and powerful thing.Plus him being caring and protective was such a turn on and made me wanna give him 5 more kids. He was such a hands on dad too, which i knew he would be. When Cam was first born all I really did was breastfeed or pump, Cayden changed all the diapers, got him cleaned and dressed, and took him when I needed sleep. That’s the kind of husband and dad he was.

"Randi I know you eavesdropping" he said once he was finished the book.

"What?! how did you know?" I moved into view and then walked inside the room.

"I could hear your ass laughing," he said, "You just salty he likes my reading better."

"You are really good at story time," i smiled, sitting on his lap beside Cameron. I looked at his adorable face and took him in like i did several times a day in disbelief at how perfect he was. The best part was he now had freckles coming in slowly just like Cayden’s. I touched his cheek and then Cayden's, comparing.

"Why you not in bed?" Cayden asked.

"Well, I had to tell you something really important," i said seriously like i was gonna drop some big news. His brows came together in confusion.

"What?"

"I been wanting to say this for a while..." i said, dragging it out. "But i wasn't sure how."

"You can tell me anything," he said, rubbing my arm. I sighed then paused.

"Ok, here it goes," i said, "Cayden, i...love you" i grinned. He kissed his teeth and tried to push me off him. I laughed and grabbed on to his neck to stay on. "Babe!" i pleaded, fighting to stay on while he was pushing me.

"Why you waste my time like you was gonna say something important," he said annoyed. He was really mad. I giggled and cupped his cheek.

"Im sorry," i said. "But i really have been wanting to tell you how much i love you," i said. His face changed to a little less mad. “I know I don’t always show my appreciation for you, and I’m not good at the romantic stuff like you, but I just wanted you to know that i do thank God everyday for you. You keep me grounded, and you're my rock” I finished. His cheeks were pink which was so adorable. He hated being complimented and never knew how to respond. He closed the space between us and kissed me tenderly.

“I told you i always got you, and I love you too." Cam grabbed my shirt then and i smiled down at him and picked him up. I held him close to me and he immediately closed his eyes. I looked from him to Cayden, and then back at him and i felt everything I couldn’t years ago during the darkest period of my life. I was filled with hope, and joy, and a fierce love for life.

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Devil’s Little Angel Chapter Two: A Friend of a Friend

By the time I had arrived home, it was pouring down rain. Lightning flashed outside my window, and the sound of rolling thunder wasn't too far behind. I opened the window in my room just a crack so I could smell the fresh rain, and better hear the relaxing tapping of droplets on the side of the house. Turning around, I flopped onto my bed. Who knew watching a bunch of sweaty dudes who make me self conscious about myself bouncing a ball up and down a gym would make me so exhausted? Maybe Oliver was right. Getting out of the house every once and a while might be good for me....but I still don't like it. It's not like I ever have anyone to do anything with, so what's the point really? I don't really talk to any other people besides Flavio and Oliver; Flavio almost always has other plans, and Oliver's too head over heels at the moment to even think about doing anything else. And then there's my younger brother, Lutz. I don't really hang out with him that much. He's always doing something with his friends as well; though he does invite me along every once and a while. I usually decline though. I'd probably end up clinging to his side like a leech the whole time, and I don't want to do that to him. A lot of the things he is usually doing isn't in my particular interests either. A flash of light beamed through my window, followed by a loud crash, nearly knocking me off of my bed. It began to pour down harder outside, forcing me to shut my window. I yawned and looked at the clock on my phone. 10:30. It wasn't nearly close to what I time I usually went to sleep, especially on a Friday night. I grabbed my pillow and wrapped my arms around it, not even bothering to get under the covers. It didn't take more than a minute before I was sound asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone blowing up with text messages. I almost didn't even move to look at them, but the annoying sound of vibration against my hollow wood nightstand was unbearable for my ears to withstand. With a low groan, I grabbed it, squinting at the brightness of the screen. As the blurriness began to disappear from my eyes, I could finally see from whom the messages were coming from. Flavio. Dammit. I unlocked my phone and opened the messaging app. Most of them said something like "Bitch, I need details" or "Wake up dammit", and even the long and drawn out "GIIIIIILLEEEEEEEN." None of them provided a purpose as to why he so desperately needed my attention at ten in the morning though. I groggily answered him. "What's the matter? Details for what?" I threw my phone onto the bed, shoving my face back into my pillow. I hoped he wouldn't answer it quite yet and maybe I could close my eyes for a bit. But the speed texting demon answered as soon as my face planted into the soft fabric. "Oliver said a guy was giving you bedroom eyes last night!!!! Was he hot?! Was he tall?! Basketball players are usually hella tall." Bedroom eyes?! Who? What the hell Flavio? At first, I had no recollection of what Oliver had been talking about. I began to message back, but then it hit me like a tidal wave. HIM. My senses tingled as I began to remember what happened last night. His eyes, his smile, his scent, his strength, his warmth, all of it came back to me. My blood began to pound through my veins with nervousness. I started to panic. Oliver had gotten the wrong idea, and now he was flapping his gums to Flavio about it. "No, no! Nothing like that happened! I just accidentally ran into him outside, and we glanced at each other like once! Nothing more!" I responded frantically. "Oliver said he gave you a wink~ ;)))" What? .....oh.....that. About halfway through the game last night, a ball flew out of bounds and into the bleachers. I wasn't paying attention and it bounced right into my lap nearly knocking my teeth out. I swore it knocked one loose. I was panicking. I didn't know what to do with it; it was like when someone hands you their baby to hold but you really don't wanna hold it. And who do you think came to take it? Him. He extended a hand out to me with a smile. I quickly handed him the ball, and in return he winked and said: "Thanks, sugar~" I shivered a bit at the memory. "I don't know him and I'm never going to see him again so what does it matter anyways? It was a casual encounter with a stranger." That's right, that's all it was. An encounter with a stranger; someone I'll probably never see again. Besides, who would even want to see me again? I'm nothing special, I'm far from it actually. Extraordinarily ordinary. My phone buzzed again from under my pillow. "A stranger who seems to want to get to know you better~ Did you catch his name?" His name...his name...? "I think his name was Roland??? Something like that???" There was a pause. "Roland Edelstein?!!! What a catch~" "Wait, you know him?" "Not very well, but we've met before. I think I have his number though~! *gASP* Imma hook you two up~ ;D" "No, please don't do that." About five minutes went by. No answer. "Flavio, please don't." Still no answer. "Please?" Flavio replied. "Meet me at the fire hall at 7 o'clock sharp~ Dress nice~" Dammit. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I went through most of my day like I would always do. Play one online games, watch movies on Netflix, things like that. When six o'clock came around, I decided I should start getting ready for whatever Flavio was dragging me to. I closed my laptop and rolled out of bed, making my way to the bathroom. A large mirror cabinet hung above the sink, sitting right next to the door. I turned my head away from it, instead turning to the dresser beside it and pulling out a towel. A few moments later, I was practically cooking under the near boiling hot water. It was really nice to be able to take a hot shower for once. Lutz usually gets in here before me in the morning, leaving me with only a fraction of the hot water. I stood there for a bit, trying not to get too lost in my own though. "Dress nice~"  Flavio had said. I could practically hear him purring that with a honey sweet voice, with a hint of sinister intent. I sighed and looked at myself. Looking nice was certainly a challenge for me. I almost always had bags under my eyes, my clothes are worn and baggy, my posture was horrendous, and my hair never seemed to go in the right direction. And not to mention... I gently ran my fingers over the scars on my right arm, as well as the ones on my face and chest. They were from an accident that happened a long time ago. The scars it left have earned me a lot of stares from strangers, though the only ones they usually see are the ones on my face, since I try my best to hide the others. What happened to him? Did he get run over by a tractor? (Most of the time the comments aren't quite as bad as that last one though.) I've even frightened a few kids with my overall appearance. Whenever I catch someone staring, they usually try to smile it off. I more often than not offer a small smile back, to be polite. None of their smiles are ever genuine though; I can see pity in their eyes no matter how much they try to hide it. But...somehow Roland's felt...different. He didn't look at me as if I were odd, or misshapen. He didn't look at me as if I were a grungy nobody. He smiled upon me and treated me...nicely. My spine quivered at the thought of it. It made me almost think there was something wrong with him. Pushing that aside, I quickly got out of the shower and got dressed. The only nice thing I really had available was a black, long sleeve t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I put on belt as well, though Flavio might kill me for wearing a brown belt over black. I grabbed my phone and headed downstairs into the kitchen. "Whoa, who's the date, stud?" Lutz chuckled from the living room. He rested his elbow over the back of the couch, turning to face me. "Flavio," I muttered under my breath. Lutz smiled and nodded. "I see. Where's he dragging you off to this time?" "The fire hall? I have no idea what for though...." "Oh! I know! There's a fundraiser there tonight for some kid with cancer or something like that. There's supposed to have live music and a shit ton of food," Lutz stood up from the couch and walked closer to me. "If ya want I can drive you, I was planning on going at some point anyways." "Alright, I guess that works..." Lutz smiled and tussled my hair. "Coolio," he said before walking by me, running up the stairs and into his room. With Lutz now taking me, that gave me an extra half hour to do whatever. I sat on the couch and pulled out my phone. The slow and dull ticking of the wall clock echoed through the quiet room. I could hear the floorboards creak as Lutz moved around upstairs. I looked at the basement doorway and debated on whether I should go down or not. That's where Dad works. He's a craftsman, making homemade furniture and things of the like. The basement is almost always covered in sawdust and dry wood stain. My dad's a great guy to get along with most of the time, but when he's working, it's "Do Not Disturb Or Else". Lutz takes a lot after him, both in looks and personality. I was always told I was more like my mother. I never really knew her besides pictures and things like that. She died after Lutz was born, about two years after I was born. I'm always told that I have her eyes and calm disposition by almost every relative I've met. Lutz soon came bounding back down the stairs, twirling his keys around his finger. "Alright dude, leggo." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The fire hall was packed with people. Way too many people for my particular liking. I'm totally glad that so many people came to support the cause, but it was making me claustrophobic; even more so than at the game last night. As soon as I got there I couldn't wait for it to be over. I've had enough social interaction for a week under my standards. Lutz began to wander off as soon as we got in the door, leaving me chasing after him. I hadn't seen Flavio yet, and I didn't want to get left behind. Lutz was talking to two older men, who seemed to be aged around mid-forties. He introduced me to them when I came over, and I just smiled and waved awkwardly. They apparently were the shop guys that Lutz takes his car to for inspection and repairs. I stood there for a bit listening to their conversation while scanning the room for the man who dragged me here in the first place. Maybe he ditched me...I thought to myself sadly. At least I had Lutz here, so I wasn't completely by myself. A long line of baskets lined the farthest wall of the room for the auction. Tables were scattered throughout the room, and speakers were set up in the front with the local radio station playing. The smell of the food was incredible, which made me hungry, but the dessert table in the back made me even hungrier. I was so caught up in the whole thing, I didn't notice someone walk up behind me, until a deep throated chuckled spooked me. I jumped and turned around, looking up at the man. A gleaming white smile and fiery eyes looked down upon me. "My, my. I didn't know a sinner like me could get so close to an angel~" he purred. ______________________

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Indie & Rio

Indie: can we chat? Rio: 'Course we can Indie: you still mad tho? Rio: No Rio: Serious Indie: me either Indie: my heart b heavy but not w that Rio: What's wrong, babe? Indie: all things Indie: its bad here Rio: How bad? Indie: dred like i dont wanna drag you back in but i cant cope w it Rio: Don't worry about me Rio: I'll have to sort some stuff here but how soon do you need me back Rio: and what can I do 'til then, like Indie: let me be w you i wont 2s mckenna or no thing Indie: but i gotta be out Indie: theres too many fucking situations Rio: alright Rio: of course Rio: i'll sort the uber now, where am I sending it Rio: is it the things i know or has something else, or multiple something else's happened? Indie: [sends random ass location because honestly where the fuck she wanna be rn] Indie: theres more and worse Indie: how you want it? Rio: First tell me you're safe Rio: then tell me however's easiest for you Indie: I'm proper high rn are they gonna let me come to london? Rio: Yeah, obviously don't bring anything but if it's gone it's gone Rio: You'll be fine Indie: safe Indie: i got none left to bring Indie: it been like that Rio: Damn Rio: Say no more, but do Indie: i get why my ma werent trying to do nothing but this Indie: cept its there still when you come thru Rio: That's the problem Indie: cant keep it goin innit cant keep no thing goin Indie: cant keep drew from wildin acting like a younger bringin feds to my door and my boy on my back cos hes fave target Indie: neither chatting to me like i done this Indie: did i? idk Rio: Nah, you didn't Rio: I can't even expand on it because just no, how could it be you Indie: thats how the boy treating me like i livin for the drama Indie: but the feds want drew in the pen & thats how he want it cos theres nothing left for him to fuck up in these ends Indie: i cant stop it none Rio: That ain't you though Rio: and who would be about this shit, it's the worst Rio: As for Drew Rio: I'm sorry Rio: We've been here before, there's no talking to him when he's in that space Rio: and that isn't on you Indie: every day we on this he be spitting angry at me throwing shit around but acting like im the one creating Indie: its too hard Indie: and yeah then theres drew back on his bullshit Indie: w the only apology yours to hold cos he aint offering Indie: i want him gone & i put that out into the universe so mayb i did it Indie: this is proper gone tho & that baby gonna be born soon Rio: Oh babe Rio: He don't know you like that, he shouldn't be treating you like that, standard Rio: even if you were the biggest drama queen in the world but you ain't and he got you so fucked up on that Rio: Nah, he's doing it all himself, even if you thought you wanted it or still do if not this way Rio: you can't make him do the dirt he do, or make him not Rio: The baby will be good, it'll have it's Ma and Bea is staying with her still and everyone else, you know it'll be okay Rio: what about you though baby Indie: how i let him chat to me that way? who am i rn? wtf Indie: i just want our yard back and you back and things to be what they were Indie: but its not Indie: cos even if we there what kinda ma she trying to be for real? im spinning out but like where in the universe is she @ Indie: & none of this is gonna hurt you most Indie: thats the last thing i aint chatted Rio: We've all put up with shit we shouldn't have Rio: 'cos we thought it'd pay off Rio: You ain't alone in that, nor does it make you less you even if it makes you feel less altogether Rio: I can try to talk to Drew, about the flat, idk if I can make that happen but if he goes jail he loses his lease, he only kept it in the past 'cos his boss' would pay it if he dealt inside, like but he ain't got the clout he used to have Rio: accept it or nah, no doubt we could chat about me taking it on if it comes to that but i ain't making promises Rio: I know but, you gotta trust we will all be there for damage control Rio: we're all alright ish, yeah? Rio: Go ahead, babe, I can handle it Indie: i got caught up cos i wanted someone to be for me & about me one time & everyone else has somewhere to lean Indie: you and mckenna being goals in my face Indie: everything else was a mess but i just added Indie: and now she has Indie: cos what i gotta tell you is bills told me edie be gone Indie: hardcore packed up and run out Rio: i know there's nothing i can say to make you feel less shit about it but i swear to you babe, we've all been there Rio: you know i have Rio: it doesn't make it better for you but it ain't your fuckup, it's one we all go through to grow through, yeah? no bullshit Rio: she did talk to buster but Rio: i didn't think it'd be anything more than normal Rio: i'll tell ma Indie: i reckoned bills was gonna cry she was carrying that much worry Indie: i aint no what to tell her Rio: I'll talk to her too Rio: I don't know what I'll say but Rio: it'll be alright, we can sort this Indie: i been swerving dem all hard as you Indie: more than she got detention for how hard she was trying to hit me up she said Indie: doing everyone the dirtiest ever why i gotta leave Rio: I can't blame you Rio: This shit is hard Rio: and painful Rio: I'm sorry I left you alone Indie: he aint try and fuck me i got no excuses Indie: [sends selfie] am I 😢 I can't feel it so what you seeing? Indie: not trying to be out here in the wild 💔😭 Rio: Baby calm down okay, you're good Rio: Your flight is booked and the uber is en-route Rio: I sent all your deets to you, all you gotta do is get here Rio: we're gonna sort all this okay and the shit we can't we gonna make bearable at least Indie: i dont have anything tho cant b living in mckennas garms after the last Indie: he gon b mad enough im rolling up likely Rio: No he won't Rio: I got plenty of shit you can borrow don't stress on that Rio: Nance has got a mental wardrobe here too Indie: o yeah other mckenna Indie: always sleeping on her living there too Indie: she aint but she do Rio: Exactly, I've had to borrow her bed loads of times before and you know they living that en-suite life Rio: you can stay for as long as you need Indie: innit what school gon do put drew in prison? 😂 Rio: Tbh Rio: In the grand scheme of things, that doesn't matter rn, soz teachers Indie: ill screenshot them words like my ma says Rio: I missed you Indie: safe cos imma be in your face soon Rio: wish it was under better circumstances, like Rio: but we'll get there Indie: @ the age to have a breakdown once a wk soz bout it 😂 Rio: that i can handle Rio: nothing that a pint of ben & jerry's and some chill time can't Indie: warn mckenna to lock up his squad & we all good Rio: 😏 Will do Rio: he's not really rolling with them rn so temptation should be outta the way Indie: 😍💍 be like Indie: i feel it Rio: Erm I ain't that hoe 😣😂 Indie: theres how you say & how you do bitch 😏💘😂 Indie: 👀 you from the front row in a few Rio: 🙄😔 am I really that bad Indie: nah nah Indie: mckenna be amp as Indie: its a good link Rio: Yeah but I mean Rio: do you feel like I've been ignoring you Rio: pre you know, that bullshit Indie: allow it babe Indie: you never done nobody that way Rio: Promise Rio: 'cos that ever what I was trying to be Indie: you always on the clock & your game Indie: trust Rio: Alright, 'nuff about me Rio: is there anything else you need, either now or for when you get here? Indie: gon need to grab my shit while 👻ing this boy Indie: standard juggle Indie: if hes been holding that long & not dashed it out ill break in Rio: You're gonna take some mates with you, yeah? Indie: bitch please i dont need the lads knoing my business that hard Rio: is it a good idea tho, even if he got his own van u kno they all got each other's backs, like Rio: be careful, all i'm saying Indie: they aint gonna call the feds on me man Indie: ill leave it til im back need a clearer head than this for a lock pick Rio: Yeah, don't worry 'bout it now Rio: anything replaceable we can sort now Indie: im not tryin to lose my head over things rn Indie: if imma be in london i got what i need Rio: That's the main thing Rio: and I ain't gonna come at you with 20 questions either, like Rio: space can include from me, just lemme know what you're feeling Indie: i been had enough space from you girl Indie: i miss you Rio: was hoping you'd say that Indie: i love you more than Indie: thats the mood Rio: i love you too Rio: no outs Indie: dont lets lose each other again Indie: 💖💖 Rio: never 🧡 Indie: how long this uber tryna be im 😫😫😫 Indie: imma b sleepin on this wall like i kicking it nursery rhyme vibes Rio: it's saying it's nearly there on the app Rio: if you gonna crash at the airport make sure you near the gate tho Indie: safe Indie: o sick idea Indie: the plane not trying to be up long enough for that shit tho innit Rio: legit its as quick as the bus into town like Rio: be here in no time Indie: its a madness Rio: yeah, see, it's not that far really Indie: feels like Indie: but mayb thats just how i want it so i can 👻 this town harder than afore Rio: it's far enough for that Rio: ain't letting drew out the country are they Indie: 😂😂😂 Indie: not less they start deporting crooks old school like when 🐨 country just one big pen Rio: He wishes Rio: always got his top off like we living that life here Indie: fr like he needs a tan to appear more peng nah nah Rio: if we wanna get a new wifey Rio: least if she out there we unlikely to be related to her so go off Indie: true true Indie: unless he tryna head to spain for my nan we all good Rio: 😬 Rio: yikes, not a mental image we need Indie: idk i hear she keeps things tight & fresh Indie: hes done worse Rio: Stop 😩 Rio: 'less you gonna bring me one of them sick bags Indie: get you a straw donkey when he drag me out there for the 💒 Indie: i got you Rio: when u don't wanna be nan but u down to be ma Indie: least she too old to put a 👶 in Indie: & it aint like being down to be ma is top of his list for how he want his wifeys Indie: that ones just for you like Indie: ro not trying to mother me no mind the one she growing rn Rio: Fair Rio: Willing to put up with his shit and mother him is clearly more vital Rio: 'low it with the mommy issues like he's the only one going without Rio: twat Indie: o snap Indie: just cos yours aint want you boy dont mean you gotta kill mine tho Rio: o snapped too soon Rio: but he ain't get snapped on enough for that Indie: when he offering you dem same goodies ☠ Indie: thanks dad Indie: you a real one Rio: waste Rio: he's so fucked Indie: i was 👍 Indie: down & out Indie: what that make me? Rio: you a kid Rio: not chatting down to you, but you allowed to be is what I mean Rio: he's grown and he caused your shit, he should know and do better so you could Rio: literally his job Indie: idc now if he show up for astrid thatd do man Indie: grown past him still Rio: Yeah Rio: we'll have to wait n see if he can be arsed to prove himself Rio: idk if he's been allowed near since you know Indie: not from what ive 👂 Indie: coulda changed since he stopped chatting at me tho Indie: or he coulda just been chattin it so it dont look his fault he swervin Rio: wouldn't blame them from keeping him away rn, your hormones are fucked and she's never had much sense when it came to him Rio: but i don't know if it's a forever deal or what Indie: i can see her lawin it cos he burned her so hard w this Indie: proper owned Indie: she aint tryin to let you come thru & you fam so Rio: well you know Indie: cant call her out that hard when it aint that different from how my ma tryin to be when Indie: they all 🤡 for him Rio: yeah Rio: i don't get it Rio: whatever, he's good looking Indie: so your da he aint a wasteman w it Rio: it's easier to be treated like shit sometimes though than accept the love init Indie: call out 🔫 at me bitch Rio: not what i was going for Rio: just saying he ain't special with it, we all do it Indie: 👀 you Rio: 😏 shh Indie: 😂 Rio: neway Rio: he's out, yeah? Indie: innit Rio: 👍 Indie: how you livin Indie: gimme dat 411 Rio: yeah good tbh, the place where i work is cool Rio: i'm just doing promo stuff 'cos i don't wanna get too into anything obvs but it's fun, not dry like the angel was getting Indie: sick! they gonna let me in or ⛔ Rio: see what i can do Rio: sure we get u made up no one gonna be too amp Indie: dont 🤡 me Indie: keep it 💋 Rio: oi don't be doubting my skillz Rio: you ever seen me out like that 😂 rude Indie: doubtin my ability to carry all that Indie: you ever seen me in 👠 bitch Rio: you don't need 'em when you out with me Rio: only just be touching your height in mine so Indie: 😂😂😂 Rio: 😣 be looking stupid short 'round here Indie: you will stand w mckenna Rio: what i'm sayin Indie: 😍 gotta travel far 💖💖 baby Indie: good thing he extra too Rio: 😂 Indie: hows the love Rio: I don't wanna be extra about it at you Rio: but it is good Rio: and no one totally flipped shit on it so Indie: im not that 💔💔💔 you cant speak on it Indie: boy dont get to do me dirty and keep me pining long Rio: That's my girl Rio: 💪 Indie: throw shit @ me again he gon catch these hands Rio: serious, what a cunt Rio: he ain't gonna have the chance Indie: do me a solid & dont tell the fam yeah? your ma only just calmin after wanting to merk drew Rio: 'course Rio: you got it handled Rio: they don't need to know every little thing Indie: i did nearly run there the other thinkin i was gonna be baby'd up same time as my step ma near Indie: but nah 🍀 Rio: remind me to take you drs yeah Rio: 😰 Indie: its chill i not letting any lads near me in the 24 or out of Rio: still, with your memory, i don't think the pill is the one we'll get you the implant maybe Rio: or the coil, they last time Indie: sexy Indie: he was wrapped but it got fucked up idk was wild Indie: get them posho london drs to sort me 😂😂😂 Rio: nah you wanna be the one in control of that shit babe trust Indie: 👑👑👑 Indie: i feel that Rio: boys be mad dumb that shit could be old or ripped there's no telling Indie: fr 😒😒🙄🙄 Indie: he only got a year on me too idc how many girls he tryna chat he been w he dont kno that much Rio: You can defs take off at least 20% of whatever he chatting Rio: Trust Indie: serious? Rio: Probably Rio: or think about how many of them were like Rio: 5 minute fumbles at parties and shit Rio: doesn't really do much for your game even if its a numbers booster Indie: tell me mckennas i wont say shit to him swear down Rio: 😂 i would but idk Rio: i ain't asked Indie: girl WHAT Indie: bitch imma do it for you Indie: we taking off like 90% for him 'cause how he like to chat or nah? Indie: 😂😂😂😂 Rio: I can imagine like, I don't need confirmation Rio: Poor baby 😂 Indie: do he kno your numbers? Rio: Nope Rio: 'less he tryna keep track like that which I doubt lmao Indie: its jam we can keep em on 🔒 Rio: Idc I'd tell you Rio: but he ain't wanna know trust Indie: boy too jel Indie: how they all be Rio: you know Indie: drew be tellin me how to do w my body like he something to me so we can let mckenna stand Rio: yeah that's a whole nother thing Rio: that ain't cute or wanted Indie: he aint 😂😂😂 Rio: truth hurts 😂 Indie: innit tho Rio: ur uber says its there so pull up Indie: i be waving to someone Indie: gotta b Rio: kinda excited even though it's cos everything is shit Indie: it me you gotta be hype 💖💖💖 Rio: That's alright then 😘 Indie: what mckenna say bout it? Rio: He's cool, gonna talk to his Dad so we don't have to Rio: getting food too to show he can, like Indie: trying to flex o boy Rio: ever since you dissed him Rio: gotta get good Indie: he need be told 👌 Indie: bring 🍔 🍕🍟 any of Indie: it aint hard if you smart Rio: idk if he taking orders but i'll let him know 😏 Indie: hit him w a screenshot and add 🥊 or 💪 Indie: 💍💍💍 life be like Rio: You have no idea babe Rio: getting it from both of yous again now 😜 Indie: is it? he wearin the 👖 thats how you 😍😍 Indie: i been knew Indie: 💘💘💘 Rio: Shut up 😩 Rio: That just how it be in the bedroom don't get it twisted Indie: 😏😏 when he such a daddy you let him wear the 👑 out 😏😏😏 Rio: yeah you lucky you still a flight away Rio: 🥊 'fore 💋 forreal Indie: 😂😂😂😂