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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 13

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, drinking, dancing, singing, cursing, lots of plot and fluff and sad with some Smut as well. This has everything. Daddy kink, oral sex (m recieving), cum play, drunken confessions/rambling, Love, y’all.

“As” x Stevie Wonder

Word Count: 5.7 K

Plot: Lindy reacts to her gifts, gets another one from the group, and TURNS UP. They finally get back to NYC and deal with having to be apart (or not).

“Well, what do you think?” Daveed was looking at you expectantly.

“I…….”

You really didn’t know what to say. You were surprised, intrigued, curious, and a little frightened. Your mind was trying to take it all in.

Daveed’s heart dropped as he watched your face. He closed the photo app on his phone.

“It’s cool. It’s a lot to think about...” He could kick himself. He’d gotten carried away and ruined a perfect thing. He wished he could rewind time.

“I, I’ll meet you out at the bar. Go have some fun. We’ll talk later.”

He might as well begin getting wasted for when you ended it between you two. It had been a great day and a half. He turned around and headed for the door.

“Diggs, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Daveed stopped and turned around, bracing for it. He saw the flash your eyes.

“Look, Linden. I’m sorry. I took it too far. Forget I even showed you that picture.” He leaned on the wall and looked everywhere but at you.

Your heart twisted in your chest. Daveed really did love you. And he was wearing his anxiety all over him. It hurt your heart that he felt that way. It was on you to communicate now.

You approached him slowly and put your hands on his arms as he looked at the floor. You bent your knees to get a glimpse of his eyes and to force him to look at you.

Daveed smiled when he saw you peeking at him. Maybe you weren’t pissed at him.

“I’m so pissed at you,” you breathed.

Oh, well.

“How are you going to lecture me about running away all the time when that’s what you were about to do?”

Daveed opened and closed his mouth. Then he looked at you. You were right.

You slid into his arms and he looked down at you. So fucking beautiful.

“Thank you for my presents, Daveed. I’m not mad that you got them. But you’re right, it is a lot to think about.” You sighed and lay your head on his chest.

“This weekend has been amazing, and I’m happy you got carried away…It means….”

“It means I love you, Lindy.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I get it, you need time to think about… taking that step.”

Daveed realized that you were just nervous.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah.”

Daveed leaned down and kissed your lips. It was slow and sensual.

“Anything I can do to help with your thinking process?”

His lips were at your cheek, moving to your jaw, your earlobe and then your neck. You moaned as he found the spot he’d memorized so quickly, like a verse.

You moaned, heating up again as his hand smoothed your dress over your ass and his fingers reached for the hem. Again.

You felt yourself begin to tumble down the hill of your desire for Daveed, which you tried to snap yourself out of by clearing your throat, to which Daveed smiled at against the skin of your collarbone.

“We should really get back out there.”

You fully expected him to object, but instead he agreed.

“You’re right.” He planted another kiss on your spot. “The crew is working on a gift for you out there.” He nuzzled your neck and then kissed below your earlobe.

“What?” You were curious as to what they were up to. Daveed just stared at you. “W-what do you mean they're working on a present?”

Daveed chuckled and smiled at you, grabbing you by the hand. “I don't know. Let’s go see.”

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Craig happened to be passing by when you and Daveed came out of the bathroom. You were caught.

“OOOOOOOOOh. I’m gonna call Monalinda on your ass.” You were swole, and about to cuss Craig out and then instantly deflated.

“Oh shit.” You looked at him. “My mom.”

You dropped Daveed’s hand and dug in your purse for your phone, which you had basically ignored all weekend.

It was lit up with birthday messages, one from Mark, which you deleted, and plenty from other friends and acquaintances on social media.

You looked up at Daveed. “I’m have to call my mom. I’m going to step outside.”

“I’ll go with you.” Craig, your protector.

Daveed didn’t want to let you go, but he didn’t want to crowd you. You went downstairs and out of the door, Craig with you.

You scrolled for the call from your mom, and like clockwork, she’d called at 8:43 am, the time you were born. It was well over 12 hours since she’d called. You cringed and dialed her back.

She picked up immediately.

“Linden? Happy Birthday, Baby.”

“Hey Mama. Thank you. Sorry I missed your call.”

“That’s ok, baby. I figured you’d be busy having fun. Craig watching out for you?”

You laughed and looked over at Craig. “Hey Auntie Mona!” He yelled and all three of you laughed.

“Hey Craig! Take care of Linden for me.”

“Mama, I’m 30 years old now. I can watch out for myself.”

Now she was laughing at you. Sometimes it was like you were her twin, brash and independent.

“Ok, you’re right. Is that Daveed boy there with you? Craig told his father that you had a crush on him.”

“Oh, did he now?” You were gonna tap Craig in his jaw. You made a cutting motion against your throat to him. He just laughed at you and flipped you off.

“Yes, mom, he’s here,” you sighed.

Mona knew that tone. And she laughed at you again.

“Linden, just be open to love, Baby. You deserve it.”

You loved your mom so much, but It was when you were talking to her that you were reminded of Dell. That’s why you tried to avoid it. Because when you thought about Dell, you felt like you didn’t deserve anything.

You thought about how you should be on a three-way call with her and Dell, her wishing you both a happy birthday.

“Mama…. I’m sorry. I…”

“Linden. Stop it. Just stop it. It wasn’t your fault. You can’t live your life blaming yourself. He’d want you to move on. And he’d be so proud of you now. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you Mama.” You smiled through your tears.

“I love you too, Baby. Now get off the phone with me and go have some fun with that tall, fine man. And tell me all about him when you get back, maybe bring him to meet me if you realize you should snag him. Have a safe flight.”

You laughed at her read. “Ok, Mama. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Lindy.”

You took out your phone and scrolled through your pictures of Dell. You picked one and made your annual post for your birthdays. Craig moved toward you and took you in his arms.

“You okay, cousin?”

You looked up at him, and the tears came harder because he was crying too. He was the only one who missed Dell almost as much as you. Except your mom, who probably missed him more. You hugged Craig and let yourself cry.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine after I kick your ass for telling Uncle Lindron about Daveed. You know he and Mona talk every day.” You started to walk back into the club, where Daveed was watching for you to return.

“Lindy, this ain’t Jersey, and I’m not one of those little hoodrats you used to fight all the time. I’ll fuck you up, just like I did in the 7th grade.”

“Shut up, Craig!” you laughed and pushed him, lightening up a little, especially when you saw Daveed’s concerned look as he came for you.

“You okay?” You looked up at him and smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “I’m good.”

Craig and Daveed led you to where Rafael, Anthony, and Jasmine were standing. Daveed planted you on the stool and looked you in the eyes.

“Stay here.”

“OK?” You looked around to see everyone smiling at you. Rafa winked as Daveed approached a mic stand. You got a feeling of dread in your stomach.

Oh no-

Daveed looked at you as the crew gathered around.

“Hey everybody. This is Lindy.” He held his hand out to you. “And it’s Lindy’s birthday today. And I bet she thinks we’re about to embarrass her and have you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.” He looked over to you. “But she’d be wrong.”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“We were wondering what to give the woman who has everything.”

You called out to him. “Are you included in ‘everything?’”

“You are correct, madam.” Daveed smirked in response. You shook your head as everyone laughed.

“But we decided to use what we have and that is talent. And we picked a song to perform that her cousin Craig said was a family favorite and is really really true for all of us, especially me.

We’re going to perform a song that lets you know that you got new family members for life.”

Rafa cued the DJ to start the track. As you heard the opening cords, you brought your hands to your mouth, emotional.

Jasmine was first up.

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving/ And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May/ just as hate knows loves the cure/ You can rest your mind assured/ That I'll be loving you always/ As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow/ But in passing will grow older every day/ Just as all is born is new/ Do know what I say is true/That I'll be loving you always

Jasmine came over and gave you a hug as she sung the last line.

Everyone started dancing this choreographed routine of 70’s dance moves, the hustle, the hand jive, and the bump during the refrain as they sang. Even Craig joined in the chorus.

Anthony sang next.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing./ Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee/ To last through forever and another day/ Just as time knew to move on since the beginning/ And the seasons know exactly when to change/ Just as kindness knows no shame/ Know through all your joy and pain/ That I'll be loving you always

Ant handed Rafael the mic next.

As today I know I'm living but tomorrow/ Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear/ For I'll know deep in my mind/ The love of me I've left behind/ Cause I'll be loving you always

More dancing, and you had to get up out of your seat.

Daveed had the bridge:

We all know sometimes life's hates and troubles/ Can make you wish you were born in another time and space/ …...And maybe our children's grandchildren/ And their great-great grandchildren will tell/ I'll be loving you

Everyone in the club joined in the chorus by the end, including you. It went on and on and was the best time you’d had on your birthday in a long time.

You ended up in Daveed’s arms with everyone dancing around you. It was big love and it was perfect.

You danced and drank shots until you were exhausted and wasted. You and everybody sang all the way back to the beach house, and Daveed had to practically carry you in when you arrived.

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“THAT WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY OF ALLL TIMEEEEEE!” You looked around the great room of the beach house and saw everyone staring at you.

“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIET! SHHHHHHH!”

“That’s you. You’re yelling Lindy.” Daveed was cracking up at you.

Jasmine and Anthony laughed at you on the way to the master suite.

“G’night mom and dad!” You waved at them as they retired for the night.

“Are you going to flog me, General?”

You heard Jasmine say, “Oh my god, she’s wasted,” as she and Anthony went in their room. Anthony replied. “Oh, fo sho.”

Daveed chuckled and shook his head as he led you into your room.

“General, hunh? No, I’m not going to flog you. I’m gonna put your ass to bed.”

You sat down on the bed and looked up at him adoringly.

“You know, I went with ‘he who must not be named’ to see Hamilton in 2015. When I saw you in that uniformmmmmmmmmm….”

You shook your head and closed your eyes, remembering. ”I had a flash of a thought to run up on stage and suck your soul out.”

Daveed smiled his shy smile again, embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, I’m fangirling right now. But sign my tits.” You tried to pull the collar of your dress down, and when it wouldn’t stretch, you started fighting with it, trying to get it off.

“Easy, easy.” Daveed was highly amused. He helped you to stand up so you could get out of your clothes.

He looked down and stroked your cleavage. “I already marked them up good. And when those fade I’m coming back for more.”

He leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast and then stopped himself to help you out of the dress. Now was not the time to start something.

“Oh shit, Daveed.” You squirmed. “You got me wet. Damn, boy. You keep me wet.”

You started singing WAP as you twerked in front of him. Daveed was enjoying seeing the carefree side of you. You could be so free and he was glad that tonight got you there.

You flopped back down on the bed. “Damn, I would let you fuck me in that uniform tho. A dream. And that sword? The hilt of that mutha fucking sword. Fuck. Do you still have it? I mean...”

You opened your legs and ran your hands up your thighs.

Daveed grabbed them and pulled you back up so that he could slip your dress off. You were out of your mind, but you still got him there.

He’d have to see what he could do about that costume when you were sober. He wanted to fulfill your every fantasy, and he hoped that you would let him.

When you came out from under your dress you looked about to cry. He frowned a bit.

“What happened?” When you looked up at him with your drunk, teary eyes, he remembered. Tequila.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so fucking sweet. And nerdy, and cute, and so fucking talented. I mean you’re such a great actor, and writer, and rapper, and you can rap so fast, I mean damn that tongue.”

You opened your eyes wide. “Is that why you’re so good at head?” You covered your mouth at the realization and started crying harder. “I don’t deserve you!” Daveed helped you as you cried, and he tried to get you in the bed.

“Yes, you do Lindy. We all deserve love. Now calm down. It’s ok. We can talk about it in the morning.”

You stopped and stood still, adamant, naked for Daveed to take in and save for later. “You wanna know a secret?” You looked around the room to see if anyone was listening, even though you were alone with Daveed. “I forgot what I was talking about.”

Daveed laughed and went into the bathroom to get one of your makeup wipes. When he handed it to you is when you started crying again.

“No one ever wanted me to take off my makeup before...no one cared about my skin… and no one sang to me in Puerto Rico...”

You were still crying as you wiped the tears and makeup away. “Tell me why you love me in the morning.”

“I will. Lay down and I’ll get you some water.” Daveed got you under the covers and tucked you in.

“It’s gonna be hard when we get back to New York, cause I’m a bitch in New York. In Isabella I’m a queen…”

“Yes you are. You’re MY queen. Anywhere you go. You’re not gonna get rid of me in New York. Now try to center yourself and calm down okay?” You smiled weakly up at him and nodded, holding your arms out to him.

Daveed hugged you, kissed your forehead and then went to the kitchen to get some bottles of water. Rafa was in there, eating cereal and on his phone.

“Ya girl is wasted.”

“Yeah, she’s gone, man gone.” Daveed smiled. “Thanks for tonight, man. The arrangement was tight.”

“No problem at all. We all really love Lindy. She’s special, man.”

Daveed smiled as he gathered about four bottles of water and set them on the counter. He had a faraway look. Rafa could read him like a book.

“Oh shit, Diggs.”

Daveed looked at him.

“Yeah, this is it.” He’d made a decision.

“Happy for you, man.”

Daveed gave Rafa a smile and elbow dap as he went back to your room.

You were singing “As” and smiling when he returned. “I’m tore up. Sorry.”

Daveed blinded you with his smile. “No worries, Baby Girl. Here, drink this. It will go better when you wake up if you do.”

You returned his smile and drank the entire bottle of water. It helped clear your head a bit and the exhaustion got to you. Your eyes were drawn to him like a magnet as he headed toward the shower and took off his shirt. Damn, why did his back get you hot?

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

Daveed smiled back at you. “Get some rest Lindy. I know we’re leaving Isabela tomorrow, but we have time to spend together beyond that. I’m not going anywhere, Baby Girl.”

You smiled and nodded, hazily realizing something and resolving to stay up before you knocked out into a deep sleep.

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Daveed had stayed up a little while longer than you and wrote some things, editing a verse for a track that he and Rafael were producing and also adding to his Linden notes. Then, he took you into his arms and fell asleep.

He wondered how he would do it without you in New York, or how he would go back to the West Coast without you. He was thinking about the same things you were, but he was more confident that you two would find a way.

The Monday morning sun greeted him and he rolled over to see that it was 10 am. The flight back to New York left at 3 pm. Just a couple of hours before everyone needed to head to the airport.

You were still knocked out, snoring a little, but so adorably. He kissed your forehead and got out of bed with a bottle of water, padding to his room.

He marveled at the fact that he’d spent very little time there this weekend. It was basically a glorified closet and he was glad for it.

He was grateful to Jasmine and Anthony who offered to plan this weekend for you. They knew that you and he together on a tropical island would do the trick.

He shook his head that it actually worked as he put on his running shoes and shorts and packing up a little before he went running.

Daveed sent you a text before he got started, then headed west on the beach and did a lot of thinking, planning how to soothe the fears that you’d expressed last night.

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You woke up 20 minutes after Daveed left with only a slight headache and fuzzy memories of the night before. You instantly missed Daveed and grabbed your phone.

Good morning my Queen. Going running. Be back soon. Love you.

You smiled like a schoolgirl at your phone, and your heart immediately lifted. You lay back on your pillow and thought of how lucky you were.

Then, memories of your drunken ramblings came back and you buried your head under your pillow.

You hopped in the shower and tried to forget what you’d said, hoping that Daveed did too. It was the first time in a minute you gotten to shower alone, so you took your time.

When you came out in your towel, your hair wet and conditioned, you met Daveed who was trying to sneak back in and see you wake up.

Seeing you all wet and sexy in just a towel did something to Daveed. You were surprised, your mouth in that sexy o shape, just like in the fitting room of H & M.

“Hey.” Daveed smiled at you.

“Hey yourself.”

You smiled back and shifted your weight as water droplets tumbled down your shoulders into the valley between your breasts. Daveed couldn’t help but stare. “How was your run?”

“Damn.” Daveed realized too late that you had asked him a question. “I mean…” he chuckled. “It was good.” He noticed you eying him and realized that he was all sweaty.

‘Damn’ is right you thought, the sweat was running down Daveed’s torso like the water from your shower. He smelled like his cologne mixed with the sea air and more musk. You needed that. Right now.

“I’m all sweaty, can I borrow your shower?”

You walked nearer to him, stopping behind him him in front of the bed. “No.”

Daveed turned his head to question you. “No? You mean I can’t borrow your shower? You want me to go back to my…”

“No.” You traced your finger in the sweat on his lat muscle and then put it in your mouth.

“I don’t want you to use my shower, and I don’t want you to go back to yours. At least not right now.”

Daveed turned around and faced you and when he did, you dropped your towel on the bed. His eyes went where you wanted them to.

“I want to lick the sweat off your abs, your dick and your balls before you do that.”

“Holy shit, Lindy.” Daveed groaned, grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in for a kiss. “You’re so fucking nasty.” He kissed you as his cock swelled. “I love it. I love you.”

You sat on the bed and pulled him toward you, getting started on your mission. You put your tongue in the happy trail of black hair below his navel, flat and wide, and licked a long stripe up and around his belly button.

The tangy essence of his perspiration contained some kind of aphrodisiac, because you went crazy and would have licked him clean if he hadn’t stopped you to take off his running shorts and shoes.

You watched his dick, thick from desire, spring free and slap his stomach. You immediately grabbed for it and Daveed stepped out of your reach. You looked up at him, and he returned your gaze.

Unspoken communication flowed that this was going to be as equals. You grabbed for it again and he stepped closer, allowing you to palm him as you licked and sucked his sack.

He leaned his head back in ecstasy as you took care of the boys and jacked him off. Then he looked down at you and you kept eye contact as you licked the tip of his dick, circled it with your tongue and then opened your mouth and deep throated it like a champ.

“Fuuuuuuucckkkkk, Lindy.” Daveed reached for your breasts and squeezed them, pinching and rolling your nipples. You arched your back, and your ass looked amazing on the bed. Daveed needed to hit that.

He pulsed at the thought of breaking your back and realized that he was buried deep in your throat at the moment. His eyes came back to yours, which were watering with the effort to breathe around him.

He didn’t hold you there, but you kept your nose nestled in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock. Damn. He wanted to be both places at once.

He brought his hand up to your wet hair, gently massaging your scalp as you did what you wanted with him. He had the irrational desire to tattoo your name on it, because nothing would ever compare to you.

You came off of him, sputtering and gasping for breath, a proud smile on your face. Daveed smiled down at you and wiped your mouth with his hand as you smiled back up at him. He leaned down and gave you a filthy kiss.

“I want you to pound me from behind.” Your voice was a sexy whisper, making tingles go up his spine.

“Just what I was thinking. We’re made for each other, Lindy.” He kissed you again.

You quickly pulled away and got on the bed on all fours, ass presented to Daveed. He just stood there admiring you as he stroked himself for a minute.

He was trying to meditate, pray, something, because what you’d already done to him and just looking at you was going to make him bust.

You looked back at him, and bit your lip, watching him. Then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licked your fingers, and brought it down to start steady, tight circles on your clit, arching your back and giving him a good view of exactly what was happening.

“Shit.”

Daveed grabbed your hip and lined up with your cunt, feeling with his tip that you were fluttering around nothing but that. He whined in the back of this throat as he made himself sink into you slowly, your pussy grabbing him with each millimeter. He bottomed out. You were stretched out wonderfully.

“You good? How’s that feel?”

You could only whine. “So good. So, so, so good Daveed. Please.” You were begging, his dick was pulsing. “Please, please, please Daddy.”

Daveed groaned again. “Fuck, yeah. You want it?”

“Yeah!”

He started moving. He thought he was going to pass out it felt so good.

“This shit feels so good, Linden. You need it?”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy. Oh!” Your arms had collapsed, and your cheek was getting pounded into the mattress as Daveed pistoned into you harder and harder. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

You were so fucking sweet that Daveed was about to paint your insides with his children. But he stopped, causing both of you to curse and pant into the silence.

The throbbing of his dick and the clenching of your pussy pushed him over the edge, making him lose control and start pumping again.

You knew he was trying to hold out and the thought that he couldn’t triggered your orgasm and you came, tears coursing out of your shut eyes as you moaned.

Daveed felt you cum with relief, because he was able to make sure you got yours; watching you cum was magnificent. But now it was his turn

“Where do you want it Linden?”

“On my ass Daddy.” You smiled back at him with glazed over eyes, still lost in sex land.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and fisted his cock, spurting all over your beautiful cheeks as he reached around for your sensitive clit.

He relentlessly held you fast with his arm as you tried to run from the second orgasm that was triggered by his fingers and the feel of his cum dripping down your folds.

“Shit, Daveed!” He chuckled evilly as you came apart again, leaning down to put his drenched fingers in your mouth. You made eye contact with him as you sucked his cum off them, and he was almost hard again. Damn.

He collapsed on his back and watched as you lay on your stomach and closed your eyes.

“Looks like we both need a shower now…”

You opened your eyes, and his heart clenched. You were so pretty. So purely Linden.

“Damn, I Love you girl.”

“I love you too, Daveed.” You bit your lip at the emotion. “We probably need to shower separately because….. we'll miss our flight.” He knew what you meant.

Daveed frowned. “You’re not wrong, but we can save time and water if we shower together. I promise I won’t try anything but get squeaky clean.” He was not trying to have this togetherness end so soon.

You couldn’t help but smile. You were doomed. You sighed, gave him a peck and made your way to the shower, him hot on your heels.

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You boarded the flight back to NYC the same way you boarded the 3 and a half hour flight to PR, with you and Daveed running to the gate to board just in time.

You settled into first class, this time eagerly snuggling up to him in the blanket from jump. You were whispering and giggling together. Daveed looked at you and knew what you were thinking.

“Before you say it, let’s wait and join the mile-high club for when we’re not with our friends.” You peeked through the divide in your seats to find Craig and Rafael behind you. Craig stuck his tongue out at you.

“Yeah, you right. I don’t wanna hear it from this crew.”

You cuddled happily, on your phones and taking selfies, posting them separately to IG. Even though you didn’t post the pics of you two together, the fact that Rafael photobombed both of the ones you posted gave the connection away.

When you deboarded at JFK about 8 o’clock, you and Daveed brought up the rear of the group, not walking slowly, not wanting the weekend to end. By the time you got to baggage claim, Rafa and Jas and Ant were walking out to the cars that were waiting for them.

“See you later guys! Thank you again for everything.” You hugged the Martinez coupled as they went back to Brooklyn.

“Catch you tomorrow Cash.” Daveed gave Rafael dap and you gave him a hug as he departed.

Craig was at the baggage carousel, just waiting to order the uber for you and he to go back to his place. You were very quiet, lost in your thoughts.

“.....Rafa and I have a late lunch meeting at 1 tomorrow and then rehearsals start Wednesday through Friday at the new venue. Then we have the weekend off and shows start up again next Tuesday. What does your week look like Lindy?” Daveed wasn’t going to let you slip away from him, physically or mentally.

“Well, I have this Bar exam study session tomorrow afternoon, and I really need to cram for the exam next month. And… oh shit, I have this event for the law firm I’m clerking at in the fall on Saturday. It’s sort of like an introductory mandatory thing. Black tie.”

Daveed looked at you. “So, I guess you already have a date for that.”

You snapped out of your funk and caught the tone. “Yeah, I do.” You fought a smile and Craig started shaking his head as he looked at his phone.

“Oh.” Daveed rocked on his heels and watched for his bag on the carousel.

You tapped his arm and smiled at him, nodding your head toward your cousin. “It’s him.”

Daveed made eye contact with Craig who laughed at him.

“Sounds dope.” He was very relieved.

“Well, about that Lindy…..” Craig had some news. “Brian is coming to visit next weekend. Imma fly my baby out!” He took in your shocked face. “What?”

“Nothing. You grown. And you’re ditching me. That’s always cool.”

Craig shrugged. “What you won’t do for love.”

Daveed agreed. “So it sounds like you need a date.”

You turned back towards him, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, sounds like it. You think Rafael is free?”

Daveed bent his head and shook it. “What time do I need to pick you up, Linden.”

You perked up at the dom voice, and replied immediately. “8 pm.”

“Done.”

“Perfect, and pack a bag, you can stay with Daveed so Brian and I can have the place to ourselves.”

“What makes you think that I want to stay with him, or if he even wants that? You can’t just…”

Daveed interrupted you. “You’re welcome anytime, Baby Girl.”

You shivered. “Okay…” you almost said, ‘Daddy,’ but you didn’t. Not in front of Craig.

“It’s settled then.” Craig grabbed his bag and you reached for yours, but Daveed grabbed it before you could take it.

You walked out to where you and Craig’s uber waited and the car the Daveed had ordered waited. Daveed loaded your suitcase after Craig put his in the trunk and got in, giving you two some privacy.

“Text me when you get home. I’ll call you later, maybe facetime.” Daveed felt something crazy in his chest at the thought of leaving you.

You nodded and tried to smile up at him, tears pricking your eyes. “I will. I might text you in the uber?” You didn’t want to be away from him yet.

“Yeah, yeah. Do that. I’ll see you in four days.”

“Just four.” You searched his eyes. “Ugh! I love you Daveed.”

“I love you too, Lindy.” You reached up for a kiss and he picked you up to meet him. He put you down and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Bye.”

“Bye.” You waved as he walked toward the black SUV. You opened the door and then you saw him look back at you, eyes in full puppy dog mode.

You got in the uber, and Daveed got his bag situated and entered the back of the car. He looked back and saw your uber pull out, his driver waiting for it to pass. Then, he heard a knock on the other window.

The window rolled down and Daveed peered out at you, smiling.

“Did you mean it when you said I was welcome anytime?” Your smile was irresistible.

“Get that ass in this car, Baby Girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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oklcmc · 4 years

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❛ SHE’S OUT MY LIFE. ❜

word count ：3,818

pairing：soft!john laurens╱black!toxic!female oc

forewarning：this imagine will contain use of strong language, gore? and sexual content. read at your own discretion.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ❛ YOU, YOU, YOU

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ YOU ⅋ ME

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀COULD CALM A

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀WAR⠀⠀⠀DOWN，❜

Clifton, Virginia

OMNISCIENT

⠀⠀⠀𝕱or the first time in six months Beatrice Dubois had made an unexpected appearance in John Laurens’ life like a thief in the night, only this time she remarkably conveyed some scuffs and bruises to allude him of her journey there.

Her battered stature involuntarily slouched against the shrubs outside the Georgian styled kitchen windows of his single family residential in result to the fresh bullet wound lodged in her right shoulder and the weight of the semi-automatic pistol secured with a suppressor clenched in her left as her glossy brown irises seemingly bored into an abyss of remorse. She couldn’t decipher on it being the fact of this being John’s third time relocating since been introduced to her, the damp night air (sourcing from the personal pool in his backyard) whisking past her feeble frame or the unrecognizable reflection gazing back at her in the windowpane being held accountable for these unmasked emotions.

Her once caramel complexion had unbelievably drained into a pasty gray, that’s excluding her narrow rose-tinted nose. The bottom of her chin was grazed, almost as if she had skid it on concrete while the corner of her busted thin lips were used to trap dry blood. Dry blood which oozed from it’s opening, smeared from her jawline to her cleavage and dripped onto her solid white V-neck T-shirt, semi-permanently staining her favorite article of clothing, but it wasn’t nearly as impairing as the drenched and ripped sleeve draping at her right shoulder, putting her war wound on full display. Beatrice took her ass whooping with great honor, knowing that she was the one that got away by faith the size of a mustard seed, but even she had to admit to this being her sloppiest work in all years of being a secret agent.

She didn’t believe she had the means to carry on inside the unfamiliar property with just how overworked her body truly felt, but as always, she pushed herself past her expectations just as her guru had taught her to. With whatever strength she possessed, she fixated herself so that her 5′7″ frame stood up straight from those shrubs and started towards the set of stairs that led her to his outdoor patio, the familiar footfalls of her expensive Christian Louboutin Daffodile platforms in strass echoing against the stoned paving every step of the way.

She propped herself against the beige and brickwork exterior beside just one of three sets of French patio doors with her chest heaving.She swiftly peaked her head around the corner from the dividing wall in order to scan what looked to be the family room for any activity before deciding to slip the metal nail file from the back pocket of her dark wash skinny jeans. She skillfully jabbed the object into the aperture of the middle patio doors with her free hand and slightly wiggle the doorknob with aggression until hearing that familiar click that granted her full access to his place of residence.

She eased herself inside, all the outside noises; the insects buzzing and nearby waterfalls almost completely subsiding with the gentle push of a door. Basking in the silence and warmth the home seemingly welcomed her with, Beatrice took the time to step out those platforms that gradually grew tighter on her feet throughout the day and extended her search throughout the rest of the house.

The first level was equivalent to a maze the way it was built to have her running in circles until she became nauseated at the fact. There was a gourmet kitchen, a sunroom, a dining area and one living room that seemingly lead to another until she was stilled by the oil painting affixed over the fireplace of the grand entryway that held not one, but four arm chairs, a tufted ottoman and an iron finish chandelier.

The portrait depicted her (Or a character strikingly similar to her) seated upon her rightful throne, draped in the most regal Baroque threads while her lover stood at her side, suited in his military uniform with his right hand resting on her shoulder, a obvious gesture to her protection. Their faces captured such a solemn expression that it sent chills shooting up her spine. She had a difficult time processing the fact that someone she only made time for every few months in a year had actually cared enough to still respectfully hold on a pedestal so high that it was almost impossible to reach. John Laurens, without a shadow of a doubt, still cared for Beatrice Dubois, and she had to admit to caring for him too. Her standing in his entryway past midnight had further proved that.

She peeled her eyes away from the canvas boarded by a thick Victorian frame in order to set them on the other various picture frames aligned along the fireplace. There were photographs of John as a fetus that bought a genuine smile on Beatrice’s chapped lips, photographs of family members and past veterans that she had been introduced to, bringing back faint memories, but then there was that one unfamiliar frame that caused her her heart to palpitate.

John boldly had his hands resting on the waist of another woman. There was no space between the two as they pressed their lips against each other’s with their eyes screwed shut, basking in the moment of the capture.

How dare he?

How dare he partake in entertaining the liking of another woman as if Beatrice weren’t physically standing right there? Did she really expect him to wait forever?

Beatrice reached her hand out for the frame with vile intentions on smashing it to pieces and going to seek revenge on the both of them, but instead she placed the photo upside down to avoid anymore heartache.

With her firearm still in hand, Beatrice reached up to quickly swipe beneath her tinted nose.

“Six months—“ There was a distinct male voice coming from the right side of the room.

Beatrice impulsively disengaged the trigger lock on her pistol before aiming it in the direction that the voice was stemming from. The person hesitated momentarily before deciding to step into the beam of moonlight casting in through the French doors of the living room with their hands raised in defense.

The very sight of John Laurens dressed in a pair of American Eagle brand briefs, a solid white T-shirt and some tube socks with his hickory coils slicked back into a half up/half down ponytail made Beatrice weak in the knees, but she couldn’t seem to drop her weapon.

“It’s been six months since I’ve last seen you, Beatrice. No phone call, no texts, no letters to let me know you still exist. It’s almost like you fall from the face of the earth with every visit! Why’s it that you always have to find me and not the other way around, huh?!”

“Laurens, stop asking me questions you already know the answer to. You know why, so just drop it.” She gritted in frustration as she finally went to lower her weapon.

“Oh, well I must’ve forgotten,” He chuckled darkly. “No trace left behind, right? Is that something you “guru” taught you?” Beatrice ignored his antics, attempting to push past him in order to reach the kitchen area in search of ice. “Y’know what?! No! You don’t get to waltz back into my life, cause havoc and dip again without giving me the answers to at least one of my questions!” John dug into Beatrice’s right shoulder, unbeknownst of her injury in the dark until she cried in agony and recoiled in his arms. Now her battered face was fully exposed to him. Every scuff, every bruise.

He even took notice to how her cheeks and lips filled out as if they had been tampered with while her nose broadened. Her hips expanded and her breasts were nearly spilling from the top of her T-shirt. She looked swollen.

“W-What happened to you, baby? Who did this to you?” He queried, cupping her face in his hands. It was so easy for John to slip into a state of vulnerability when around her. He guessed that was the reason as to why she had him wrapped around her finger.

“I was shot at, you prick!” Beatrice shouted, shoving John away so roughly that he stumbled back before she began her journey into the kitchen with him hot on her trail.

“Baby?” John called out to her, watching as she flipped the light switch on and placed her handgun down on the kitchen island. “Baby, wait!” He gently grabbed her upper arm before she could reach the ice maker on his Samsung Family Hub refrigerator. “I-I’m sorry about earlier. Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you.”

Beatrice resisted the urge to snatch her arm away from him as she gave his suggestion little to no thought at all. She knew that was her plan all along.

“It’s the least that you could do.” She spat words of venom at him as if he was the lowest common denominator and like the simpleton that he was, he still managed to place her up on the kitchen island and run to fetch his definition of a first aid kit.

He soon made his return with all his desired items; a rifle bullet, matches, medical gauze dressing, a bottle of Absolut Vodka, Neosporin ointment and hot towels.

“Here,” He offered her a leather belt to bite down on once it was time to stifle her screams. “This is going to sting, I’m not gonna lie to you so you may want to bite down on this. That is unless you’d like a shot of Vodka to carry you through?” He suggested, carefully examining her wound front to back. “This one’s clean.”

“The woman you’re kissing in the photo above the fireplace and on your refrigerator... Who is she?” Beatrice asked out of curiosity, looking John dead in the eyes as she bit into the leather he supplied her with.

“The “woman” in the photos that you’re referring to is my fiancée, Jasmine.” John hadn’t given Beatrice the opportunity to respond or a verbal warning even before he doused her wound in alcohol.

“Son of a bitch!” She shouted, her hand flying across his speckled face, leaving a stinging imprint that he couldn’t decipher it stemming from her reflexes or the fact that he actually admitted to being engaged to someone other than herself. Either way, he sucked it up like any real man would do and proceeded on helping her with her injury although he noticed the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

“So you gonna tell me how you got yourself in this predicament?” He asked, screwing the jacket off from the base of the ammunition to gain access to the gunpowder which he would pour into her wound. She even winced at that.

She allowed the leather to slip from her mouth and onto her lap before speaking up.

“One of our European rivals coincidentally happened to be on the train ride here with me and caught me slippin’. I admit, the bitch put up a good fight, but as you can see, she was no match for me.”

John sneered a laugh and shook his head at Beatrice’s conceited ways as he cauterized her wound using a lit match.

Still the same ol’ Beatrice, he thought, pulling apart the gauze so that he could wrap her up. Never too much detail.

John took notice to the beads of sweat forming along Beatrice’s hairline and immediately took action by withdrawing a handy pair of kitchen sheers from the drawer beneath her. Either way he couldn’t properly wrap her wound until her shirt came off.

Beatrice quickly unfastened her Louis Vuitton holster before John began to snip away at her stained attire until she was sitting in only her nude bra and girdle. He hadn’t recalled her sporting one in their previous years of knowing each other.

Curiosity had gotten the best of him as his light brown eyes danced between an oblivious Beatrice whom had her head tilted at an angle where she could actually catch a breeze and the constricting article of clothing pulled around her midriff. He wasn’t even gonna give her the opportunity to protest, not before he could begin to unhook the girdle. What was revealed next had caused John to take a few steps back.

“Oh my God,” He breathed loud enough for even Beatrice to overhear and become fully aware of the destruction that was currently unraveling around her. “You’re pregnant... Y-You’re pregnant?” He repeated himself with his hands on his head and his chest heaving as if the circumstances would become any less different.

“It wasn’t my intention to have you find out this way.” Beatrice admitted, helping herself down from the counter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I-I wanted to!” Beatrice shouted, tears pricking at her eyes. “That was the whole point of me showing up here, but then you tell me that you’re getting married. How am I not supposed to feel as if this baby isn’t a damn—“

“Don’t you dare say it,” John seethed, index finger pointed in her direction as he invaded her personal space by cornering her into the same counter she had just slipped from. “And don’t you dare try to flip this on me as if you couldn’t tell me the second you found out. You know me better than anyone, Bee. Instead you continued to put our child’s life in jeopardy. I swear if you weren’t pregnant I’d—”

“P-Please, John,” Beatrice croaked, grabbing a hold of his arm. She could feel her usual dominant demeanor crumbling by the second. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“Keeping my child from me is one thing and I can assure you that I don’t want anything to do with you after this Beatrice Dubois.” He turned his back on her, but that only made her fist his shirt in her dainty hands in order to keep him stilled.

“Please don’t leave me,” Beatrice circled around around him, caressing his arms then face. “I need you... We need you!”

“Stop it!” John hissed, peeling her hands away from his face. He knew the moment he looked into her pleading eyes, he’s refute every word he just said. “You’re making a fool of yourself!”

Beatrice clasped the back of John’s neck in her hand instead, lowering his face to hers so that she could plant her lips on his. That was literally all it took for his hands to snake around her waist and find that comforting place on her ass. He lightly tapped at Beatrice’s hip, signaling for her to leap into his arms so that he could hoist her legs around his waistline and deepen the kiss furthermore.

They made their way to the master bedroom where he and his fiancée would usually lay their heads, practically ripping each other’s clothes off and clumsily falling into every wall on the way there. This was bad. so bad.

It was the most beautiful John had seen Beatrice, naked, that is.

Her caramel skin seemingly gleamed beneath the moonlight seeping in through the translucent curtains of the floor-to-ceiling Georgian styled windows due to the sheer layer of sweat beginning to form around her body which was now sprawled across the King size mattress. Though the ceiling fan above the two spun at the highest setting, Beatrice’s honey blonde and chestnut layered tresses— Which were once slicked back into a neat low ponytail— were now disheveled and clinging to her beaming face. She seemed to hum a repetitive tune of gratification to which only he grew to understand as she sucked on the double digit of fingers he once used to penetrate her with. With one hand trapping his wrist and the other tangled within his coils as he lapped away at her clit, John could feel himself becoming erect.

“Oh my God!” Beatrice shrieked, pulling his fingers away from her mouth as she squeezed her eyes shut. “You’re making me cum, baby!” She moaned in disbelief as her grip on his curls became tighter and her back arched against the mattress.

This had only made it easier for John to grope her ass and hoist her hips in the air, limiting her ability to slip away. He slipped his tongue inside her welcoming canal as she rocked her hips against his face with just as much effort, both at a mission to take her there.

“Aaah.” Beatrice hissed in defeat as tears of bliss slipped from the corner of her eyes and her juices came sliding against John’s tongue and the expensive comforter beneath them.

He allowed her body to fumble against the comfort of the mattress once he thought he had his fill that night, but witnessing Beatrice come down from a high that he caused made him crave her even more.

“C’mere.” He commanded barely above a whisper as he caught her ankle within his hand and dragged her body back to the center of the mattress.

“W-Wait,” Beatrice’s voice trembled as she bought herself up on her elbows. “What you doin’?”

“Tryna eat this pussy if you’d let me,” Just by John’s tone of voice, her body was back against the mattress in no time with her knees going in their opposite directions. “Thought so.” John lowered his head onto her heat, his breath fanning over it in the most teasing manner. He placed the most sloppiest kisses against her swollen clit before allowing a thick stream of his own saliva to slip past his lips and make contact with the same sensitive spot. The impact of it causing her to shudder.

He sucked on his slender middle and ring finger before sinking them inside her and drawing them back from her needy pussy the moment they reached the base of his knuckles. He was in a trance. His lips latched on to her clit, creating a tight suction. No matter how hard she pleaded or squirmed beneath him, John hadn’t once let up.

“Ooh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Profanity repeatedly flew from her mouth as she kneaded the flesh of her breasts. Her hips hoisted and bucked involuntarily at the familiar knotting in her lower abdomen.

By now John had alternated his rhythm, repeatedly releasing and slurping her clit back into his mouth. His wrist rotating and plowing at a dangerous speed. She was gushing all over him and the comforter within seconds. Her thighs were conjoining and he still made it his duty to lap at her cunt. She was overstimulated.

“Okay, okay, okay! Shit!” She sniffed, tears slipping from her eyes as she pushed his head away and turned on her side.

John couldn’t help but to chuckle as he stood on his own two, swiping away her wetness using the back of his hand.

“Pregnancy looks good on you, baby girl. Your skin is practically glowing.” He praised, but they fell to death ears.

Beatrice was nearly seconds from slipping into a deep slumber when she felt John pressing his lips against her skin. He started at her ankles, lingering kisses up her side, the pressure points of her left wrist which was still covered by the prayer rosary hand chain he had gifted her with, her breasts and stopped at her neck where he opted his soft kisses for hickies instead.

John’s hand hooked around the back of Beatrice’s calf muscle, turning her on her back before his fingers found their place around her now bruised neck, inching her face closer to his. Beatrice monitored his every move through hooded eyes, her body convulsing against the mattress as she grabbed his wrist.

“Give daddy a kiss, baby.”

How could she decline to that tone of voice?

Their lips attached and synchronized in the most messiest way possible. Beatrice could finally taste herself while John was distinguishing the metallic taste of the dried blood he had forgotten to clean away from her lips before they had gotten entangled. It was enticing.

John took this time of distraction to ease himself inside her. She was tensing up already at this. Tears flooding the brim of her eyes and whimpers escaping past her lips as she attempted to slip away from the firm choke hold John had around her neck. He taught her better than that.

“Uh-huh. I feel you tryna get away from me again, baby girl,” His grip around her throat tightened, causing her breath to hitch. “But you taking all this dick tonight.”

John’s arms locked around the back of her thighs, bringing her body upright right along with his. He had more of an advantage to dig deeper inside her and even more leverage at this angle. His nails dug into her hips as he bought her down on his dick one good time, feeling her pussy contract around him already.

“Damn, baby,” John chuckled conceitedly, licking over his lips as he pounded away at her sensitive flesh. “You cum’n already?”

“You’re making me— I— Fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She cried out, digging her nails into his shoulder blades as her eyes rolled to the back of her skull. He filled her to the brim, nearly knocking the wind out of her.

“Yeah, that’s it,” John encouraged the behavior that had gotten them in that predicament in the first place. He thumbed her clit counterclockwise as he watched her cream slide off on his shaft. “Give me all that pregnant pussy.”

“Don’t stop, daddy! Please, don’t stop!” She begged though her body said differently.

“You want another, huh?” He sucked in a breath, bringing his free hand up to her throat again, the other palming her ass. Her body was dangling inches above the bed, sweat beads forming at her brow bone. “Greedy bitch.”

“Only for you.” She slurred, throwing her head back as her toes curled.

“Better be.”

He slapped her ass, the rhythm of his hips crashing against hers became miscalculated. The air around them was becoming thick. She was splashing around him in no time and he followed suit, spilling himself inside her womb. He allowed her restless body to slip from his arms and fumble into the bed sheets again, ropes of cum still spilling over her as John finished himself off.

He became grounded when overhearing Beatrice’s light snores fill the room. She was absolutely done for.

He rushed to clean her body off with a warm washcloth from the master bathroom, so he’d have the opportunity to hold her in his arms with the conception that maybe they’d finally get to express their true feelings for one another come dawn, but the moment never came, ‘cause by then? Their roles would reverse back to normal and Beatrice would be back up on her bullshit; gone without a single trace.

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sillyteecup · 4 years

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Fake it till you make it

Ch.3

John Laurens x South African!Black OC

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing (you know the vibes)

Alcohol use (these people are based on my family. Its gonna be in every chapter)

Gets a lil steamy

A terribly exaggerated sea urchin sting

A.N:

My terrible writing (but you already knew that)

Nosipho = Noh-see-poh

Thobani = Toh-baa-nee

Mzi = Mzee

Menzi = Men-zee

Luyolo = Loo-yoh-loh

Don't mind me, I'm just over here finding a way to the angst even if it means writing klom kak (absolute shit). Thanks for reading. Enjoy️❤️

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The guys ran for 5 km before stopping to take a short water break. John sat on the pavement and went through his messages when a new one came in. From Asa. He groaned in annoyance before tapping on the notification.

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"Hey, you need help? Or company?" Q asked as she popped her head into Asa's room. "Company's fine," Asa chuckled whilst she folded a towel and packed it into her beach bag. "So, the bikini. What's gwanning (happening/going on)?" Q asked plopping herself on Asa's bed. Asa pointed at the two piece swimsuit on the the other side of the bed. "Just give it to me when you done," Asa said while packing flip flops and sunscreen. "So, there's a motive here," Q hummed as she examined it. "Uh yeah, actually I've been meaning to tell you. John and I aren't really dating. In fact I can't stand the guy," Asa explained. "And yet..." Q trailed off as she lifted the bikini top. Asa laughed and began to explain the situation.

"Oh, so that's his T-shirt that you're wearing," Q gasped. "And you're wearing it over the-" before she could finish, the shirtless, sweaty and surprisingly calm man in question waltzed into the room headed straight towards Asa.

He gently pulled her up from the bed by her hand. The look on his eyes though was the complete opposite. It was predatory. She could feel herself getting wet(?) As if he could read her mind, John crashed his lips roughly against hers. "Drama engaka (so much drama)," Q whispered in amusement. Asa on the other hand was excited and pretty nervous to see where this was going and kissed right back. The kiss was passionate but angry with his hands tugging harshly at the roots of her fro; hungry with his teeth constantly sinking into her bottom lip; lustful, gosh the sinful, incoherent moans she let out when he groped her ass were like music to his ears. She found herself drowning in it all. She was so far down that she didn't even notice Q leave. She needed to breathe, and so evidently so did he. "You're lurking into dangerous territory," he warned, barely over a whisper. His low tone sent a cold shiver through her body, but she couldn't afford to let him know the effect he was having on her, so she scoffed. "I'm generally a nice guy Asa. But you don't wanna play this game with me," he growled into her ear as he simultaneously tugged on the hem of his t-shirt. "And why not," she challenged, trying to regain her confidence. He lifted her chin with his index finger and sighed before chuckling softly. Oh how she wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face.

"Then let the games begin. But don't say I didn't warn you."

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"So I'll be riding with Q, Onga, Sino and Laura. John you'll be with Menzi, Azola, Mzi, Kaya and Luyolo. "Kayise, you have a licence and a car so you and your age group are in one car. Any problems?" Asa announced. "No," everyone answered enthusiastically. "Then let's go," Asa yelled as she made her way to her car.

"Go where?" Asa rolled her eyes knowing that it was her mother who asked. "To the beach!" Yanga yelled enthusiastically, making Asa chuckle and Nosipho scoff. "Are you aware that you have duties to fulfil?" Nosipho asked Asa condescendingly. "Umakoti ukokwabo. Inoba you're thinking about her (the bride is at her family's home. Maybe)," Sino joked. Nosipho shot her niece a death glare. The rest stopped what they were doing to watch the scene that was their cousin and aunt unfold. It always got messy. "Akufanelanga ba ubelapha to begin with (You're not supposed to be here)." "Njani malumekazi? Kusekaya apha (How auntie? This is my home)," Sino chuckled. "Sinoyolo you are married," Nosipho spat. "And so are you. What's your point?" Sino snarked. "Okay. Okay. Can we not," Menzi said stepping in between the women.

Just then Asa, Azola and Kayise's dad appeared. "Niyelwandle? Ngaske ndihambe nani (You guys are going to the beach? I wish I could go with y'all)," Thobani said as he hugged his daughters. Nosipho rolled her eyes at her husband's gentle nature. "Mkhwenyana (son-in-law)," he greeted warmly as he gently smacked John on his back. "Dada we're not married," Asa scoffed. "Not yet at least," Laura snarked. "Shut up," Asa groaned. "So, where's your sister?" Thobani asked. Asavela kept quiet knowing that her mom would be on her ass if she said anything. "Probably asleep," Q answered. "Is she not going with you?" Thobani inquired worriedly. "Its not like she even enjoys our company," Kayise mumbled. "No. Makavuswe, naye ayelwandle (She must be woken up so that she can also go to the beach), he demanded. Everyone in the area looked at each other, silently asking each other who's gonna willingly step into the dragon's cave to wake her up. "Tata she probably wouldn't want to come anyway," Azola spoke. "Malume. Athenkosi doesn't exactly like us," Luyolo added. Their dad sighed in defeat then wore his usual warm smile. "You guys have fun. And don't be home too late," he said before turning to walk away with his wife.

"Can we vy (go)!?" Kaya yelled making everyone laugh.

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Asa and John had finally finished setting up at the spot Menzi and Q found. Asa felt the sun begin its assault on her and groaned. "Why didn't I just do it before we left," she thought to herself. As she rummaged through her bag for her sunscreen lotion, an idea popped up in her head and a mischievous smirk appeared on her face. She grabbed it from the bag and turned to look for John. He stood next to the cooler box with a cup of what was probably alcohol in his hand waiting for to finish so they could hit the water. She sauntered up to him like a woman on a mission. She gently nudged his side for his attention until his hazel gaze fell on her.

"I need a favour," she said sweetly, waving the bottle of sunscreen. Hoho she was gonna make the most of this little beach trip. He raised his eyebrow and smirked as she made her way to her beach chair. She lowered the straps of her bikini top as he poured some lotion onto his hand. She shruddered under his gentle yet somehow rough touch.

Deciding to toy around with the moment, she "involuntarily" let out a soft moan while his hands spread the lotion generously across her lower back. His thumbs pressed into her hips. An unexpected move that elicited an unholy sound from her. He slid her straps back up to her shoulders before moving to her front. He was damn near straddling her, his hands moving from her calves to her thighs still attending to the task at hand.

His intense gaze burned right through her. It sent a tingling sensation to her..."Calm down. You don't want these folks to think we're getting freaky in public now do you?" he asked condescendingly. The low octave in his voice made her wanna bend over backwards for him. "Wait what!? No!" she chastised herself inwardly. "Getting freaky?" she chuckled. Which was pretty hard for her seeing as how she holding a couple of other sounds in the back of her throat. He simply grinned like a cheshire cat as his hands worked on her midsection. "How does it feel?" he asked. She furrowed her eyebrows questioningly. "How does it feel, knowing that you started something you couldn't finish? How does it feel to lose?" He tilted his head and pouted. "This little..." "I'm done," he said cutting off her little internal insult.

He chucked the bottle into her bag and helped her up from the beach chair. "Now how about we have some fun. Innocent fun." Nothing about his tone was innocent. Asa was suspicious. "What's this fool planning?" she wondered. He took her hand and basically dragged her to the water. As they walked further into the ocean she felt a something sharp puncture her left foot. She grunted at the sharp pain but it didn't last. Instead of more pain she felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. In her entire left leg. Next she was dizzy. The world began to spin and her vision was fuzzy. "John," she was all she could manage before falling into his arms.

His frazzled face was the last thing she saw before completely drifting into darkness.

#hamilton #hamilton the musical #john laurens #alexander hamilton #angelica schuyler #elizabeth schuyler #peggy schuyler #maria reynolds #thomas jefferson #lafayette #hercules mulligan #hamilton x reader #hamilton x OC #john laurens x reader #john laurens x OC #john laurens x black reader #anthony ramos x reader #anthony ramos

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fandomscombine · 4 years

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Fandomscombine’s Writing Challenge

Hello there! For a while now, I really wanted to host a writing challenge. Cause to be honest, these challenges are fun, it helps and push me to write better, think outside the box and even out of writing slumps.

So, I thought Why Not? Plus, the holidays are around the corner and yes do I love reading holiday theme fics.

In honor of the holidays and the current 774 of you lovely people who follow me. Whether be it for all the bunch of fandoms posts or the fics and writing pieces that I have now become part of. Thank you so much, we might not talk, just reblog and like each other’s post. Still thank you.

You might be the ones you follow me for the multiple fandoms post- Hi!. Or you could be a fellow fic writer and/or reader- Hello there! To the readers, thank you for the taking the time and supporting this little stories.To the writer, please do continue writing, your fics are wonderful and do bring joy to the reader like myself (or to tears, you know if you write angst)

And then if you want, I’d really appreciate it if you joined this Writing Challenge. (I really don’t want this to flop lol)

Links of the finished works would be added so it’d reach a wider audience!

Rules:

1. Each person can choose up to 3 Prompts max.

2. You can mix in 1 Song fic is you want. Or just do a Song Fic, that’s fine. 3. Multiple Tropes can be in a fic. 4. A max limit of 2 people can do each prompt, trope and song (I’ll strikethrough it off, when it’s full) 5. When you post, Tag me (@fandomscombine) and the hashtag ‘#fandomscombinewritingchallenge 6. Send me an ask to indicate when prompts/tropes/song you want to do AND don’t forget which character x reader you will be writing about. 7. Since this is 1st Writing Challenge, I would stick to having the fics be from the Harry Potter & The Umbrella Academy fandom 8. Also I’d really appreciate it if you reblogged this so that it would have a wider reach. A follow would be great too! 9. Deadline: JAN 31 2021

Fluff Prompts:

1. “Oh no you didn’t” “Oh yes I did”

-Sirius Black x Reader by @ weasleydream

2. “How did I get so lucky to wake up next to you each day?”

3. “You’ve been acting weird all day. What are you up to?”

4. “Can’t I just show my girlfriend/boyfriend some love just because?”

5. “What’s this?” “Just a little something…”

6. “You’re staring again.”

7. “If you allow me, I want to be your forever.”

8. “You act different when you think no one is around.” “Is that so?”

“Matchmaking” Sirius Black x Reader by @iwritesiriusly

9. “You give really great hugs.”

10. “Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?”

11. “I like it when your hair is styled like that. It suits you.”

12. “I don’t think I would get tired of you. Ever.”

- Fred Weasley x Reader by @feetoffthetable

13. “Who knew that under all this, that you have a sweet and sensitive side.”

“Matchmaking” Sirius Black x Reader by @iwritesiriusly

14. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

-Young!Sirius Black x Reader by @wonderful-writer

15. “Babe, I love you. But if you get caught, you’re on your own.”

16. “You’re so hot! – I mean temperature-wise, you’re hot.” “Just temperature-wise?”

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader by @pennaesapone

Angst Prompts:

1. “I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry.”

2. “Don’t you get it? We’re done. I’ve healed, I’ve moved on.”

3. “You were my everything, but I was nothing to you.”

4. “I just don’t feel that way. I’m sorry that I led you on.”

5. “Why don’t you want us to go public?”

6. “I have fallen for someone else.”

7. “Don’t touch me!”

-Young!Sirius Black x Reader by @wonderful-writer

8. “Just leave me alone.”

9. “Can you hold me? Please.”

10. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

11. “People grow. People change.”

12. “I think we could use a break.”

- Fred Weasley x Reader by @feetoffthetable

13. “Don’t you ever do that again! I could have lost you!”

14. “I’ve lost count on how many times you’ve broken my heart.”

-Young!Sirius Black x Reader by @wonderful-writer

15. “What did I do wrong?”

Holiday Prompts:

1. “Why does my Christmas sweater have Scrooge on it while yours has reindeers in Santa hats?”

-Sirius Black x Reader by @ weasleydream

2. “This sure is a lot of food just for us.” “Oh, trust me, it isn’t enough. My whole extended family is coming over for Christmas Dinner.”

3. “Ehhh love? I think the cookies are burning.”

4. “I can’t wait to see what this new year will hold.”

5. “Oh no, I don’t sing.” “Come on! Singing Christmas Carols is a tradition!”

6. “Having our family around this holiday is making me think that maybe…I want to start our family.”

7. “No peeking when I’m wrapping your present!”

Song Fic:

1. Black and White - Niall Horan

-Cedric Diggory x OC by @stellastyless

2. Lovebug - The Jonas Brothers

3. Pretty Please – Dua Lipa

4. One More Hour – Anthony Ramos

5. Lie to Me - 5SOS

6. Death of a Bachelor – Panic! At The Disco

7. I Just Called to Say I Love You - Stevie Wonder

8. You Belong with Me – Taylor Swift

9. Take a Chance on Me – ABBA

10. Catching Feelings – Justin Bieber

Tropes:

1. Friends to Lovers [FULL]

“two of us“ Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @belowva

-Cedric Diggory x OC by @stellastyless

2. Enemies to Lovers

3. Weddings

-Young!Sirius Black x Reader by @wonderful-writer

4. Proposal

5. Fake Dating

“two of us“ Diego Hargreeves x Reader by @belowva

6. Roommates

7. Oblivious Mutual Pining

8. Domestic Fluff

9. Forbidden Love

10. Height Difference

11. Optimist and Pessimist

12. Tough exterior but is actually a cinnamon roll

13. Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you.

14. Extrovert and Introvert

15. The One that Got Away

16. Meet Cute

17. Parents/Parents to be

Tagging those who showed interest to join! (Seriously hoping that this doesn’t flop)

@ weasleydream @ 04justanotherfangirl01

#fandomscombinewritingchallenge #writing challenge #harry potter #the umbrella academy #harry potter x reader #the umbrella academy x reader #harry potter imagine #the umbrella academy imagine #fanfic #fandomscombine writes #george weasley x reader #fred weasley x reader #draco malfoy x reader #five hargeeeves x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader

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the-a-word-2214 · 4 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

The Singer

Anthony Ramos x OC

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m new to this so please give me some grace. I hope you all like this, I know it’s short-ish but I’m going to make future chapters longer. Comment anything that you’d like to see happen in the future between these two.

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Chapter 1

Who was this girl? Anthony needed to know. After a hard day’s work at the theater, Anthony and some of his male costars decided to head over to a bar for a much needed drink. The first thing that Anthony noticed was the brightly colored neon sign that read, “Bleu Bleu”. He normally never cared about the name of the place but this one seemed different. There weren’t as many washed up slobs lingering outside or girls with clothing so tight you’d think that they’d pop like a balloon.

This place had Art students, hipsters, and poets alike. Maybe they’d have decent music considering the crowd near the small stage near the back of the bar. Leslie grabbed everyone a round of beers before bringing them back to their respective table. Anthony craned his head to see if anyone had made it to the stage yet. Nothing, yet. Daveed smirked at him and took a swig from the bottle in his hand. “You’ll like her, she’s cute.” He managed to shout over the lively chatter.

A girl? Was she supposed to be some kind of lounge singer? Time would tell who this mystery woman was. Applause rang out as the curtains of the stage opened to a woman with short blonde hair that framed her face perfectly. She was breathtaking. An elegant, black dress hugged her body in all of the right ways.

Her voice came out soft and slow as a pianist accompanied her with a grand piano. The way she gripped the mic had a hypnotizing affect on Anthony. He found himself biting his lips as she continued with the somber song. “Damn” is all that he whispered to himself.

Daveed and Lin joked and patted their younger friend on the back knowing that he was hooked. Once she finished, she flashed a quick smile to the crowd and gave a simple “thank you” before rushing towards the backstage area. Poor thing seemed so nervous when she came back to reality.

Anthony chuckled to himself as the chatter resumed. “Who was that? She was so fine.” Daveed gave him a knowing smile before speaking up. “Told you she’s something else. Her name’s Scarlett. She usually performs here on the weekends, she’s always got men vying for her attention. She’s a little shy so be careful when you talk to her.”

Anthony looked flustered. “I-I who ever said I was gonna talk to her? I don’t know...” he trailed off as a faint blush crept onto his cheeks.

His friends erupted into a fit of laughter as he flipped them the bird before walking outside to clear his head. He hadn’t ever been that captivated with a girl before. She was just so different. He caught sight of a girl walking towards the practically vacant parking lot. It was her, this was his chance.

He moved from his position and attempted to catch up with her. “Hey..uh you were great in there.” He caught her attention as she turned around and held up a can of mace that was attached to her many keys.

“Oh, shit! I’m sorry.” She quickly put her keys away before tugging her leather jacket over her shoulders. “Thank you.”

Anthony chuckled at her and shook his head, an amused smile on his face. “You really are something else, girl.”

She quickly followed suit in his laughing fit and stood in front of him. “You um..you look familiar. Are you on Broadway, perhaps?” She questions as she flashes him a hopeful smile.

He nods and stuffs his hands into his pockets. “Yeah I am. I’m in that one production about Alexander Hamilton. Maybe you’ve heard of it.”

She nods and giggles. “Of course, everyone’s talking about it. Who do you play in it?”

“I’m John Laurens and Philip Hamilton. Laurens is the OG abolitionist, y’know what I’m sayin’?”

She flashes him another smile as she tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. Get a grip, girl! She mentally scolds herself for being so easily flustered and persuaded. She couldn’t help that he was cute. His freckles make him that much better. Scarlett was weak for two things: amazing art and freckles.

Anthony cleared his throat as he kicked at a piece of gravel on the ground. “This is gonna sound ridiculous, but would you maybe wanna, y’know, get out of here? There’s a super chill restaurant a couple blocks away that has some amazing breadsticks.”

Scarlett bit her lip in thought before looking up at him. “You seem like a nice guy, why not? I can’t pass up a good meal.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

#anthony ramos x oc #anthony ramos #new writers on tumblr #new writer #hamilton #john laurens #philip hamilton #anthony ramos x reader

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pencopanko · 4 years

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2020 TAG GAME LET'S GO

Whoo... what a year huh? I hope everyone's doing fine! Don't forget to wash those grabby grabbers of yours and stay inside if possible! I'm lucky enough to have the privilege of having my classes online and being able to do my final thesis at home and being able to see the stars more at night but a lot of people out there aren't as lucky. I salute y'all. You guys are doing the best you can and I am proud of you!

ANYWAYS OKAY LET'S GO THIS IS A LONG ONE AAA

1. Tagged by @alreadyinmotion

Name: Penco, Pen, Pen-pen (a nickname I acquired from my Japanese friends)

Zodiac: Gemini (and apparently my moon is Sagittarius??)

Favourite musicians or bands: ABBA, MAMAMOO (I have no bias, I love them all), GOT7 (I don't have a particular bias but I do think Jinyoung is very pretty uwu), Perfume, Fleet Foxes, Mili, Dua Lipa (her newest album is so good y'all ;;;;;), Shikata Akiko, Saint-Saëns, NonaRia, Chrisye, Erwin Gutawa, Isyana Sarasvati, Michael Jackson, La Flor De Toloache, Anthony Ramos, Hon Jin-young, Stella Jang, Coldplay, Resolved Dissonance, Pogo, and many more!

Favorite sports team: I don't really care much but I do support the national soccer team!

Other blogs: pencokun-arts and petalcookies (the latter has semi-NSFW stuff reblogged to it so be careful)!

Do I get asks: Not really :0

How many blogs do I follow: ....5000. Most of these are probably dead...

What I'm wearing:

Dream vacation: Somewhere quiet and cool... the mountains, basically. But I'd love to visit Japan and various spots in Europe! A world tour would be nice too uwu

Dream car: I honestly don't want to own a private vehicle but... an RV would be very, very nice.

Drinks of choice: Black sesame/tahini milkshake, water, milk tea of any kind particularly rose and classic, white coffee, any kind of latte, milk of any kind, honey with lemon and cinnamon, mojito mocktail etc. Oh, and Sprite too.

Celebrity crushes: JULIE ANDREWS, Princess Diana, Isyana Sarasvati, Hafthor Björnsson (this is somewhat embarrassing as I'm not interested in watching GOT but boy does he look handsome (；´∀｀) ), Benny Andersson, Kim Young-chul, Jack Black, and David Harbour.

Random fact: Akutagawa Ryūnosuke once wrote his rendition of Momotarō in 1927 because he was sick of the "South Sea Fever" that was common in writing circles then and also because he hated Sazanami Iwaya's version of the same story that was written in the 1890's as a form of pro-Emperor propaganda targeted towards fourth grader boys. In his version, Akutagawa also extended the story by telling the reader how the peach came to be and he also added a bonus ending in which both the monkey and pheasant died at the hands of the vengeful monster children, leaving Momotarō with the dog, a symbol of blind loyalty.

2. I got tagged for real this time and it was by @heyheyitsjuju !

1. Current top 3 ships:

Rafael x Rosita uwu (for those of you who aren't familiar, it's an OC X canon pairing from Coco that Juju kickstarted!)

Senpai x Otome from The Night Is Short, Walk On Girl

Agatsuma Zenitsu x Kamado Nezuko from Kimetsu no Yaiba

2. Last song: Eagle by ABBA

3. Lipstick or chapstick?: Chapstick underneath lipstick uwu And tinted lip balms!

4. Last movie: The Night Is Short, Walk On Girl for my final thesis

5. Reading/Playing:

The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion

Cookie Run: OvenBreak

6. Things that make me happy:

Lately it's been makeup and skincare! I've been having fun experimenting with colours, being my own beauty editor a la Matilda (aka matildaonvideo on Instagram), and such!

Good music! I've been listening to a lot of MAMAMOO and ABBA lately ^^

Rose water! I just love the scent~ I also use it as toner alongside my homemade apple cider vinegar toner

Drawing! I've been experimenting with my latest piece for a zine and I cannot wait to share it with y'all!

Baking! Looking forward to baking that banana bread this week ლ(´ڡ`ლ)

Tagging: You

#tag game #tag meme #yupyupyup #penco rambles

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missmargaritaschuyler · 7 years

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You Must Be Kidding~ (Anthony Ramos x Random OC)

•I fucking love Anthony Ramos, this is my third one-shot of him in the span of three days. •So this a modern day setting (obviously because it's Anthony Ramos and not one of his characters) •Still working on my writing! >Words< 2,096 >Warnings< about two curse words

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Natalia sat at the kitchen island on her phone, stirring a glass of chocolate milk with a spoon. She wasn't really into coffee or tea, but chocolate milk was a better option for her.

Natalia was a very simple girl, she loved wearing sweatpants and yoga pants rather than skirts and jeans. T-shirts and oversized sweaters over blouses. Small plain apartments wins against giant complex houses. She knew what she liked and how she liked it. She absolutely hated when something came and changed abruptly.

The door opened and slammed shut in the entrance of her apartment. She jumped and almost dropped her phone. She hopped off of the stool and looked through the archway that leads to the entrance.

Anthony, her boyfriend of two years, stood there taking his jacket off and basically throwing it on the hanger. He was definitely angry. "Anthony?" She called quietly, he looked up at her with a surprised expression. "Oh hi, didn't think you'd be home yet." He said with a slight grunt in his voice. She walked up to him, "What happened?" She held his hand in both of hers. He fake laughed, "Nothing, nothing." She didn't buy the façade that he put up.

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A few hours later, she prepared dinner for the both of them later that evening. She made a homemade tomato sauce and spaghetti, and she was very proud of her work.

She placed the two plates at the small table between the kitchen and living room. Anthony sat there with his head resting on his arm. He looked to be in deep thought. When she placed the plate in front of him he quickly snapped out of it and quickly 'thanked' her. She sat in the seat across from his and stared at Anthony. He played with his food rather than ate it, and was in that deep trance again.

She had had enough of this game. "Okay, what happened today?" She sternly questioned. She crossed her arms and leaned back into the chair. He put his fork down and looked at his hands that were now in his lap, fiddling with his fingers. "Nothi-" "Anthony." He looked up at her with a guilty look. She greeted him with an annoyed face. He sighed. "Just something at work."

"Then tell me what happened at work." "It's not that simple." He mumbled. "Why's that?" She sassed back. He groaned, "I don't know, just leave it." She rolled her eyes as she ate her food in silence. She watched as he got up from his seat to get a glass of water. He looked stressed. His hand combed through his hair and his foot tapped on the group as the water filled up his cup.

She looked at her now empty plate as she tried to think of what could possibly be going on with him. He sat down again sipping from his cup ever so slightly not really want to disturb the silence around them. "Why won't you tell me?" She asked quietly. He put down his glass and rubbed his forehead. "It's not important." She glared up at him. "It must be important or else you would've told me already." She stood up and put her plate in the sink. She turned back towards him who once again was drinking his water trying to avoid the conversation. "If you're keeping something important from me I would like to know." He set the glass down and turned to her in his chair.

"Okay fine, they want me to move across the country to work at the new updated version of my workplace." She stared at him in shock, "Across the country?" She whispered to herself, "What did you say to them?" He shrugged, "That I would think about it."

She looked at him in horror, "You're actually thinking about it?" He stared up at her with a confused expression. "Well yeah I mean I can't really just not think about it- the future of my job is at risk." "What if you say no?" She asked slowly. "Then I lose my job." She bit her lip. "What are you going to say then?"

"I guess I'll just have to accept it." He stood up with his empty plate to put it in the sink. "What?! You're just going to move across the country for a stupid job?" He almost dropped the plate on the ground. "I waited years for a job like this, and I'm not just going to throw all the work I've done by refusing this opportunity." His voice was louder. "And what about me then?" She crossed her arms. "I was hoping you would come with me." Her jaw dropped. "You're out of your damn mind if you think I'm living across the country. My entire family is here, I'm not leaving." "Does that mean that I'll just go there by myself?"

She softened her gaze and looked up at him, "Just stay here, get a new job." He rolled his eyes, "I already have a job that I love and I'm not leaving it." She stepped back, "Would you rather go across the country for your job, or stay here with me?" She questioned him with a raised eyebrow. He didn't say anything, confirming his answer.

She glared at him and spat, "You must be kidding." He glared at her, "If you're not supportive of me becoming successful, then I guess I'll just go there by myself without you." His voice rose again, "If you go there by yourself, then what's the point of dating without seeing each other?" She queried, he slowly answered.

"I guess there is none."

Her heart broke and she did something before she really thought about it... She slapped him, hard. "So all of this was just a waste of time? Well then just get a head start on moving across the fucking country and pack your bags." She yelled.

She ran into the guest bedroom and locked the door behind her. She sat on the bed and silently sobbed. She just wanted him with her, here in their home together.

She heard him stomping into their bedroom and gathering his things. Five minutes later he walked out of the room and out the door, she knew because of the slamming that echoed in the hall. She wiped her eyes and slowly opened the door and walked into the main part of the apartment. She made sure that he actually left and not pretend to leave.

She walked into their, or might as well be, her bedroom. The dresser was basically trashed, the draws left half open with clothes sticking out of them. His small trinkets were left on his bedside table, except for a picture of the two of them. That was missing. She was tired of the fighting. She knew that when she woke up he'd probably wouldn't be next to her like many fights before. She changed into her sleep clothes and laid on the bed. She shut her eyes and the memories came back to her.

Tears flooded from her eyes and she couldn't stop.

She knew that she was probably wrong, and that she should've been more supportive, but she loved staying where she was. As she cried herself to sleep, she slowly moved to his side of the bed and slept like a baby in a fetal position.

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12:30 A.M., it has been three hours since the two fought, and Anthony was in a bar drinking his sorrows away. I mean technically he had two beers, but he looked very upset. He didn't know what to do. He face still stung from that slap she gave him. He didn't want to leave her, but he also didn't want to be fired. He laid his head on the bar in front of him.

He looked at the clock on the wall. 12:34 A.M., it took him three hours and 4 minutes to crack. He dated Natalia before he had that job- that means she more important than the job. She helped him get that job, she can do it again. He loves her more than any job that he can have.

He sat up, paid the bartender and walked out of the bar. Holding his jacket closer to his body to protect himself from the winter weather, he drove his car back to his apartment, no their apartment, and slowly walked to the elevator.

The thing that made him most nervous about going back was that that she could still be mad at him. He didn't want a matching slap mark on the other side of his face. He stepped into the elevator and slowly went up to his floor.

He stepped out of it and found his apartment number in the hallway of doors. His heart was beating in his ears.

He found his door and opened it with his keys. He stepped into the pitch black apartment and flipped on the light switch. He shut the door behind him lightly making sure that he wouldn't wake her up if she was sleeping. He set his stuff down on the coffee table and walked into the guest room where she locked herself in before when they were fighting.

She wasn't there, he stepped out and saw that in fact she was in their room, sleeping on his side of the bed. He practically melted, he just wanted to lay down next to her and hold her. However that wasn't a good idea, he still wasn't sure if she was still mad at him.

He walked out of the room and went to the closet in the hall. He grabbed a spare blanket, and dragged it to the guest room.

He tiredly took his shirt and shoes off and laid on the bed. He placed the blanket over himself and tried to sleep. However, he knew it would be hard to because of the situation that just happened hours ago running in his mind.

He just hoped that everything would be okay again in the morning.

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Natalia woke up to heavy snow outside her window. She got up from her bed and walked to the dresser that was still a mess. She fished out a sweatshirt from one of the drawers. It just happened to one of Anthony’s, she inwardly sighed and pulled it over her head.

As she walked out of the bedroom, she noticed something on the coffee table. She put her arms around herself, the sweatshirt not really providing enough heat against the freezing apartment, and searched the bag on the table.

As she thought, it was filled with Anthony’s things. That must mean he's in the apartment. She turned around and saw that the guest room door was opened. She slowly walked to the doorway, and looked inside.

Anthony laid in the bed with a fleece blanket covering him. She had a small sad smile on her face. She walked in and sat on the bed next to him. She brushed his hair with her fingers, in turn he leaned into her hand. His eyes fluttered open.

Anthony sat up to her level. The two sat in silence, until she jumped on top of him. “I’m sorry for being selfish, I should’ve put your feelings in front of mine.” Natalia mumbled into his shoulder. She sat up again, and put her hand on his cheek. “I’m also sorry for slapping you.” He chuckled at her, “I deserved it, I’m sorry for putting my job in front of you. You’re my top priority.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, “If you still want to accept that job opportunity, I-I won’t stop you.” she told him truthfully, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and brought her down to lay next to him. “Nah- I would miss being in the city when it snowed, and being in this apartment, and especially being by your side.” She laid her head on his chest, “Are you positive- I don’t want to make you get fired.” He shrugged, “It’ll be worth it in the end.”

“I love you.” She whispered as she cuddled into his side, he reciprocated by bringing both of his arms around her and pulling her closer to him.

“I love you, more.”

#anthony ramos #oneshot #hamilton #hamiltonmusical #fluffy

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saturnville · 3 years

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cupid’s arrow!

III. The Date

Sarai wasn’t lying when she said she’d pick out her best dress. He assumed it wasn’t the fanciest or most formal dress in her possession, but it still flattered her frame every bit the same. A little black dress was never a bad choice. Hers was simple—short sleeved and with a sweetheart neckline—and it was covered by a trench coat but she still looked beautiful nonetheless. Her brown skin shone under the dim lights of the museum. Just gorgeous.

“This one is pretty,” Sarai pointed out. Adrian was pulled from his miniature trance and moved to examine the work of art.

He agreed. It was pretty. A nineteenth century based painting with beautiful oil paint and scenery only seen in television and movies. He stood behind her and welcomed the warmth her body provided. She found herself leaning into him,

Rainy Day by Gustavo Caillebotte. A snapshot of life in a small French city. Top hats and long dresses with corsets were the superior fashion trends at the time. The higher and longer the hat and dress were, the better. Umbrellas were alert and prepared to protect their owners to their best ability. Blurry silhouettes of people reflected onto the cobblestone ground. Rainy Day by Gustavo Caillebotte.

“You know Frida Kahlo? This is probably my favorite piece of work she’s ever done.” She led him to a painting that was more dark, more dreary than the previous one.

“Memory, the Heart,” Adrian read the tan sticker below the framed painting. Frida, her unique and beautiful self, posed between two outfits, a needle struck through her very being. “What’s it mean?”

“Learned about it in an art class I took in undergrad. Her husband had an affair with her sister and she found out. She was devastated. She might have cheated back, but I don’t remember clearly.”

“That’s grimy as hell.”

Sarai nodded and they proceeded onto the next. “Sure was. Crazy because my sister did the same thing to me. I just was never married.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Yeah. Ooh, The Cliff Walk at Pourville. That’s really pretty.”

“You really gon’ speed past that like you didn’t say what you just said?”

“It slipped! She and I are cool. Never gonna be what we were before, but what’s the point of being bitter over someone with no morals, you know? I can be forgiving just to keep my conscience clear. I will never have to live with the guilt but she will. Sucks for her, but actions have consequences, you know?”

The concept of infidelity never made sense. For someone as intelligent as he was, the logic was…illogical. To him, breaking it off was the far more mature and responsible option than to step out on whatever form of commitment was curated.

For Sarai to admit she’d been a victim of infidelity through him for a loop. He’d only been with her for a few weeks and couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. How could one betray such a loving, kind hearted individual such as herself? He couldn’t fathom it.

Adrian nodded and found himself lacing his fingers between hers. Sarai looked up at him. “Don’t know where this is gonna go, how far it’s gonna go, or whatever. But, you don’t have to worry about that, swear.”

“Better keep your promise, doc.”

“Trust, I will.”

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saturnville · 3 years

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cupid’s arrow!

IV. The Proposal

a/n: 4/5. we’re almost to the end! also, this was heavily inspired by the proposal between adonis and bianca in creed two, which was *heavenly*. btw, check out my other short work called garden if you haven’t already!

divider by @firefly-graphics !

“I’m gonna get out of this dress and take a shower, okay?”

Their night on the town ended with clanking their champagne glasses as they gazed out at New York nightlife.

It was an evening of celebration. She’d gotten her first job in a law firm and he’d begun practicing in a nearby hospital. Success surrounded m the both of them and it was indeed worth celebrating.

He took her to a high end restaurant in the heart of the city. He’d saved up like a madman to take her. It was expensive, but he was willing to cut spending elsewhere to show her she was appreciated.

He picked her up in his car, a black Honda accord with black interior, the one she claimed exuded “dominance and authority” or in words simply put, sexiness.

They talked for hours over shared entrees and glasses of chardonnay until the sun set and a low fire of passion bubbled within their bosom. Adrian was easily turned on by anything Sarai managed to do. At that point, it was her sitting prettily and glowing underneath the lights as she stared out at the skyline. The moonlight shone on her high cheekbones and caused her skin to glisten beautifully. The dress she wore left little to the imagination and only prompted him to wonder how the moon would shine upon her bare skin. She was breathtaking.

“Okay,” he finally said. “What movie again?” His fingers fiddled with the television remote. Soon soft drumming indicated Netflix had made an appearance. He clicked one of the profiles; A & S and prepared the search bar for a movie she said was American Assassin.

“Yes! That one. Okay, I’ll try not to take too long.”

He hummed slowly and waved her away. A short chuckle tripped over her lips as she closed the bathroom door. His green eyes followed the door as it swung shut, as the hinges met its casing on the doorway. A few moments passed and his watch ticking grew louder in his ears. Soon, the water turned on. He heard her soft welp. The water was either too hot or too cold once it splattered against her sensitive skin. Once he heard her soft adlibs to the harmonies that played in her mind, he knew he was in the clear.

He pounced off the couch faster than a lion after its prey and darted to his jacket pocket. Adrian shoved his hand into the inner pocket of the gray blazer he wore to dinner. He felt it--the hard, small black box that he’d kept hidden in a variety of different places. A shoebox, underneath his dresser, inside his backpack, and even in his pillowcase, which he soon realized was not the best idea.

He pried open the lips of the box and tilted his head to the side. The ring stared at him and he stared back. With a rotation of the box to the right, it was hit by the rays of the lamp by his bed. The ring winked at him, almost daring to make a move. Stop playing and just do it, it demanded. Adrian kept it in hiding for three months.

He knew he wanted her forever. To watch the youth slip away and to spend their days growing old. But only if she’d have him. There came the doubt. The doubt that she wanted him the way he wanted her, that he wasn’t good enough or he was undeserving. That couldn’t be the case, he’d remind himself. She wouldn’t have stayed with him as long as she had if it was.

“Snap out of it, man.” She loved him and he loved her. It was evident from all possible points of view. She’d say yes. He just had to speak from his heart, that’s all.

A forceful breath blew past Adrian’s lips. His hands shook and his heart raced but he was prepared. The few steps towards the bathroom door seemed like a walk down an old dirt road, long and grueling. By the time he was almost chest to chest with the door, his insides turned upside down. He shook off that feeling and inhaled deeply.

The water cut off.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“I have something that I wanna tell you, well, ask you…”

“Okay…” he already knew the face she was making. Her eyebrows were knitted together and her lips were pursed in confusion. She’d probably stopped what she was doing to listen to what she presumed to be something bad came out of his mouth.

“We met in a coffee shop,” he said. “That cute lil’ coffee shop on the corner. It wasn’t my usual place but after seeing you there once, it became my usual place. I went every day until I saw you again a few days later. You’ve got no idea how excited I was when I saw you, ‘cause I’d been thinkin’ about you those four days since we’d met. Then, I was geeked when you let me take you out. I was even callin’ your girls just trying to find out what was best suitable for you.

“I didn’t know flirting in a coffee shop on the corner would result in us growing together as both individuals and as a couple. Being by your side these last two years has allowed me to watch you blossom into a badass woman. I thank God everyday for you, Sarai. I don’t say that because it sounds nice, either. I keep you in my prayers and my dreams. I ask God that you’ll prosper in life and that you’ll continue to want me the way I want you…

“I asked Him to give me courage to ask....will you marry me?”

Her breath hitched. Moments of silence were exchanged between them. Adrian closed his eyes and rested his head against the door. He hoped he hadn’t messed up and ruined everything between them. It’s hard to redeem yourself from a situation like this one.

He heard shuffling. Shuffling and sniffling. Gosh, had he made her cry? The door pulled back and Adrian straightened as best as he could. He was met with her beautiful brown eyes and her semi-wet skin glistening beneath a white robe. Her eyes fell on the black box in his palm. It wasn’t yet opened.

“Adrian…”

He got down on one knee slowly. Sarai looked at the ceiling and her eyes darted back and forth to keep the tears at bay. A heavy breath escaped her and she clasped her hand against her chest. “Baby…”

“Will you marry me?” The box popped open, and holy, was the ring beautiful. It was small, but it was beautiful. A round princess diamond with small diamonds etched into the band. It fit her perfectly.

“Yeah, yes, yes, I’ll marry you!” Adrian tumbled as she pulled him to his feet and kissed him until his breath was caught in his throat. When they pulled away, he slid the ring on her finger. “Goodness, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

yaaaay. fourth part! hope y’all enjoyed !

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saturnville · 4 years

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masterlist for home!

*on hold*

⇢ cast and playlist

⇢ chapter i.

⇢ chapter ii.

⇢ chapter iii.

⇢ chapter iv.

⇢ chapter v.

⇢ chapter vi.

⇢ chapter vii.

⇢ cupid’s arrow mini series