The motherland of the world. The different shades of melanin was in this country that is loved by many.
Even though many of these beautiful melanin people where taken away from the lands of the rich motherland to be enslave by the colonizers.
It stop there.
A tribe called the Rhodes, protected the country by unifying the motherland to fight off the colonizers. With that, the colonizers realize that they couldn’t win against them. It was better for them to be their friends than their enemies.
With that, Africa was never touch again by any colonizers. The people of Africa realize that without the Rhodes tribe, Africa could been taken over. The African people choose the Rhodes tribe to be more than their leader.
Their Royal Family.
With that, since 1860, the Rhodes family been in charge.
Now in 2020, the royal family has not been in charge by the dominant, melanin male. Instead it was run by a strong, independent, beautiful, and dominant melanin female.
She is almost 85 years old and is still looking like she is in her fifties. Aysi change a lot when her father died. She became the strong women she needed to be for the rich motherland, Africa.
With her being the oldest, and no male heir to the throne. The shy fifteen year old was now on her way to the throne. With that, she married a loud village boy in Ghana. Which she fell in love with during her time at her private school there.
They had a total of three children:
Her kids were her pride and joy. She gave Africa more than the people say. Queen Ayasi was the most prominent monarchy in the world, which Queen Elizabeth in England was glad to share with her friend.
Even though Queen Ayasi loves her children and her 15 grandchildren. The one out of the 15 grandchildren was secretly her favorite: Trevante Rhodes.
The son of Prince Aray and her oldest grandson. He showed much compassion, kindness, and care for the motherland. Queen Aysi knew Tre was going to be king someday and she knew he need a queen, which he did. However, Queen Aysi did not like her due to seeing her young, and shy self being in her.
Ten years ago, Trevante and Ciara meet at Alabama State University, the historically black college located in Montgomery, Alabama. Ciara accidentally trip on the stairs, which Tre caught her just in time. But, with his computer being destroy due to him dropping it to catch the beautiful woman. She apologize greatly and asking him what she could do to fix it.
“ Go on a date with me and it will be fix.” Tre smirked with his vioce speaking in his strong, Chad accent due to the royal family living in Chad.
With hearing his accent, Ciara knew she was not messing with somebody regular. She heard that one of the Prince of Africa would be studying here. She finally meet his dark orbs, and she ran away.
With Tre being shock, he kept on the lookout for the girl. Whenver he saw her, he went up to her and she ran. Finally one day, she stop running, and Tre finally got what he wanted: a wife.
Ciara and Tre got engage the day of their graduation, and that meant Ciara degree was not used at all. Ciara always wanted to be a journalist, and getting a job at New York Times for after graduating. However, if she wanted to married Tre, she would have to do only royal duties.
The first out of many sacrifices that she would be giving to be with Trevante.
To now, 2020, Ciara was now stuck in the golden gates of hell. She live the lavish life and have the love of her life, but she stuck to do the duties of royalty and is under criticism everyday.
With no heirs being born by the soon to be queen, she has been and always been outcasted by the family.
Especially Queen Aysia.
She never knew why the Queen hated her so much, she felt stuck. Plus with her son and head advisor, Prince Ade, and many other advisors belittling her. Ciara was still stuck in her shelland did not get any help from her husband. Due to him not wanting to upset his family, she was alone.
Until one day she met a journalist, Maddie Robinson, who was sent to Africa to interview the royal family as the legendary Queen Aysia would talking about her ruling for 50 years.
Ciara and Maddie became closed friends and Ciara could talk to Maddie about the royal life. With that, their will be many secrets reveal to the public and that will shake the royal family 160 year rule like never before.
Will the Princess finally break out her shell or suffocate?
This is, The Princess’s Secrets.
So everyone surprise, surprise, surprise!
This is one of my new book series as Just Listening is coming to an end soon. I go inspired by a documentary about the Princess Diana and Fergie which are divorcees of British Royal Family.
So I decided to make a Royal Family for the motherland Africa. With that, this might have the first chapter soon, rather than later. I hope you guys like the prelude!
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TRIGGERS: Parental Death Mention, Drug Use, Eating Disorder.
What separates Karl from his sisters is not only age but a father — while the four women share one, the man long dead, Karl’s father was someone else entirely. It’s still a mystery, how Karl exactly came to be, but he learned long ago that it’s a topic that his mother doesn’t like talking about, not when he was a kid, not when he became an adult; not now, not ever. So he’d decided to leave it alone, content with the family he’s got. He was surrounded by women from the moment he was born — a mother, a grandmother, an aunt, four sisters and then Karl, all crammed together into a tiny home in the middle of nowhere, England. There were people, kids, who’d make fun of him for choosing the company of his sisters over other boys, for not having a dad and as much as it hurt, Karl wouldn’t have changed it for the world. His family always has been and continues to be the most important thing in his life.
Everyone knew each other in the tiny village so when the entire Covey family moved to Sheffield when Karl was twelve, he was glad for the possibility of becoming anonymous in the city. He kept his head down at school, studied enough to make sure he wouldn’t get into any trouble, didn’t really make any good friends — he was a nobody, really, because that was the safest choice. At home, though, he thrived, joking with his sisters, entertaining his mother, his aunt and his grams when they would come back home from work, tired, but grateful for yet another song bouncing off the walls of the small apartment they had to be stuffed into. They struggled but always got by, Karl’s mother and her sister made sure of that.
He got his first guitar from a pawn shop when he finished his A-levels; up until then, Karl only got to practice at the instruments at school. He never really saw that, but everyone around him would tell him he’s got something. Dreaming big wasn’t really something Karl ever allowed himself to do so his world would begin and end in Sheffield. Two of his sisters didn’t settle and went to university. That definitely wasn’t Karl so once he was done with school, he’d pick up one job after another, few at the same time. Convenience stores, bars, coffee shops, fast-food joints, whatever was going to pay, Karl was going to do it. His grandmother was too sick to work, his aunt had trouble finding a new job, so Karl was going to do his best to help out. The time he’d have after his shifts, Karl would spend with his guitar practicing or recording things that he wrote and mixing them into songs. Nobody at home really knew he was actually doing something like that, since Karl’s never expressed the want to actually make music before.
He tried his luck on the internet, but his videos never really got past a hundred views. Karl figured he wasn’t trying hard enough and he thought that maybe he just doesn’t want to. He had an album worth of badly produced songs on his computer but not enough faith in his own voice for that to get anywhere. He needed the faith from someone else.
At twenty-three, he started working at a barber shop, one of those high-end places, too pretty for the neighborhood it opened up in, really. Karl was there to clean up, hand things, take calls. The last thing he fucked up a few times, double booking appointments was his specialty in the beginning, but the owner seemed to have a soft spot for him, especially when Karl would start humming or singing while working. It felt weird to have an audience like that, people getting their ends trimmed or waiting for a blowout, but he enjoyed it, especially when there were smiles and words of praise waiting for him when he finished with the last line of New York, New York or some other Sinatra song. It was a scene straight out of Jersey Boys, though Karl hardly felt like Frankie Valli. In a few months time, he was bound to be out of this job, forced to find a new one, where he’d have to shut up.
Four months into the job, a man wearing an expensive looking shirt started asking him questions after he overheard Karl singing in the back. Where are you from, how old are you, do you have any plans for the future, Karl felt like he was doing another job interview right then and there. He got complimented on his voice, which he still would get shy about, and then there were questions about whether he’s ever thought about getting into music. Embarrassed, Karl shared the stories of staying up until three in the morning just so he could finish a song and put it up on the internet, only for a bunch of his internet friends to leave a like and for it to get buried in the sea of other voices. The faith he needed came in the shape of a business card and then a call and then a meeting — fast forward, he had a contract on his hands, he quit his jobs, but there was still money in his bank account, and he’d spend most of his time at a recording studio, with people who made his songs sound the way Karl always wanted them to sound like. That’s when kovey was born and Karl finally let himself dream about big things.
The EP did well and when he did his first live show, there were actually people there, eager to see him perform. It all felt like a dream because he felt like he hadn’t worked hard enough for this, but the next day there was an article on some popular blog that hyped him up and suddenly people were looking him up, listening to his music and asking for more. When his first album dropped ten months later, people hadn’t forgotten about him. The reviews were better than Karl expected and his name seemed to be picking up. He did a small UK tour and realized that he’s actually got fans now, which blew his mind. Karl could finally, confidently say that he felt at home within the industry and that he was doing what he’s always dreamed of, even if he’s never acknowledged those dreams before.
He moved to London when he was twenty-six — he was writing new music and it was just easier to work from the city. It was the first time in his life he was on his own and it threw him off balance immediately. There was pressure on him, both from himself and from his agent, to work harder, to be better, no matter what. He’d send money back home and whenever his mum would call, he’d tell her stories of how happy he was and how great his new friends were and how he was writing and working and how great it all was. When he wasn’t putting up that front, he was locked in his apartment, developing an eating disorder, getting consumed by anxiety and surviving on drugs. It was all work and no play; Karl knew he was wasting away, but he was lost, unsure of what to do with himself. It took an intervention from his youngest sister to get Karl back on track again — she got him help and convinced him to hire a new manager, one who was actually going to care about his well being. He went on a short hiatus and sorted his life out and when he came back, he had an album full of stories to tell.
He got truly big with that come-back record, mostly because of how raw and personal he got with it. He did a big UK tour and then did his first US tour and Karl had never felt more alive. Then the typical story happened; he met someone, he fell in love with that someone, he moved to LA to be with him and it took them a full year to realize it wasn’t working. They broke up, but Karl decided to stay in the States, mostly so he could take care of his once again deteriorating mental health in peace. He’d become known for his disappearing acts — one day he’d be doing a big, sold out show and the next he’d deactivated his social media accounts and hid from the world.
That’s what Catalina was for, his favourite hide-out spot to date. He was supposed to spend a few weeks here but then the few weeks turned into an entire summer and then the summer ended with Karl buying a house and choosing the island as his permanent residence for the time being. He wrote a lot and his stuff hadn’t been that good in forever. Soon enough he was recording again and a few months later he was on the road, back in the public eye. His new music sold well and people were ecstatic to see him back. Karl fell back into the familiar rhythm and it felt good.
His biggest tour to date has just came to an end and Karl has come back to Catalina, which he still decided to call home. He’s not sure what to do next— a break is in order, maybe without the disappearing part this time around, because he feels like his life is being kept together by a rubber band that’s about to snap and make him fall to pieces. He misses his family, he starts feeling burnt out, he’s not sure if he’s even happy, he feels like something’s bad about to happen and there’s about a million and one contradicting emotions going through his head on the daily. The tour has been a great distraction but now that he’s back, alone with his thoughts again, he doesn’t have a choice but to deal with his shit.
3. Blanche DuBois (played by Gillian Anderson) - A Streetcar Named Desire
4. Dana Scully - The X Files
5. Mia Warren - Little Fires Everywhere
6. Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel - Captain Marvel
7. Rainbow Johnson - Blackish
8. Zelda Spellman - CAOS
9. Ziva David - NCIS
10. Carol Arid - Carol
This was extremely difficult because there are so many phenomenal characters that I have fallen in love with. This is in no particular order other than what first came to my brain, but it was fun to see who would pop-up.
“Baby, you need to calm yourself down before you give yourself a full-blown panic attack.” Aunty Christy shouted at her niece who was sitting down outside on the porch. With tears and snot coming from her nose, Christy and Momma T did not know what to do.
Nobody knew that Tre did not have a job right now because Tre did not want nobody to know. Tre was holding onto that black man pride and did not want nobody to help him. Thinking that he could not provide for his family was the one thing he need anybody to know.
With Cierra still crying, Momma T sat beside her on the step and rock her.
“It is okay baby; everything is going to be alright.” Momma T said with her comforting voice. Momma T already knew that Tre did have a job. When Cierra called Momma T, Cierra broke down to her. Telling her everything and how much Cierra was thinking about divorce Tre.
Momma T knew how her son gets when everything is not working for him. He can get cold and distant. Even though Tre have been telling her what Cierra have been doing wrong. She knew that her son was doing some wrong too.
With Cierra calming down just a little, Lisa came out with her sixth cup of wine.
“You just like your daddy, a cheater!” Lisa shouted at her daughter while at the front door looking at her. While Momma T and Aunty Christy looked at her with disgust. Cierra just shook her head.
Cierra biological father is not Marcus. Cierra’s biological father left Lisa when she was 18 after she told him she was pregnant and got another pregnant the same time. He stayed with the other woman that was pregnant instead of Lisa. Even though Marcus came into her life and adopt Cierra as his own. She was still spiteful. Lisa was so spiteful, and it show through Cierra childhood. Many of Cierra’s good memories were with Marcus and all the bad ones was with Lisa.
“Close the damn door Lisa before everybody hear you.” Aunty Christy yank the door close by her sister. Even though Christy hope nobody heard it, everybody heard it. Especially Jakob, who was in the room by the front door.
All of Jakob’s cousins looked at him with sadness in their eyes. Jakob looked out the window seeing Grandma T yelling at Grandma Lisa. The main person he was looking at was his mom. Even though his mom and him had that fight, he loves his momma. He seen his mom cried many of times throughout these couple of months.
He even heard the argument that night when Angelo had to break it up. One thing was that Jakob was secretly growing anger at his dad. Months ago, when Tre not getting any roles for movies, he started being cold to his Cierra. Even though the girls really did not notice, Jakob saw the small digs Tre threw at Cierra.
The one thing that top the cake, was when Tre did not come home the night of their anniversary. Jakob saw his mom cry the same way she did that night. He held his mom while she crying. With that, Jakob wipe the tear down his face and sat down listening to the argument outside.
“You know my grandbabies and son-in-law deserve something better than your ass. You are no good for nothing.” Lisa yelled even louder at Cierra while Christy and Momma T was trying to calm her down. With Cierra finally having enough, she got up and walk inside the house into the kitchen.
However, Lisa was right behind her. With that Jakob, Mia, Amaya, and their cousins ran right behind them to see what was about to happen.
When Cierra finally got into the kitchen, she went straight to the refrigerator and got some wine.
“You know you be nothing without Tre!” Lisa keep on shouting and berating her. Everybody in the formal dining room, ran straight into the other side of the kitchen. With those people, Mike was included with them.
With Angelo still seeing Mike here, he walks quickly up to him.
“Didn’t you hear Tre, leave now Power Ranger,” Angelo yelped quietly at Mike “ You already are not by these people here and Tre.”
Mike looked at Angelo and notice that some of Cierra’s and Tre’s family members was looking at him crooked eye.
“Well, that is my friend and I am trying to help her. Plus, just back up off of me.” Angelo seethed at Angelo looking at Lisa berating her.
Before Angelo could responded, Cierra just started laughing. She was laughing hysterical. It was very slowly and then it turn into tears.
“ You know what, I have let you say things to me and talk shit to me. But today, I am done with your bullshit,” Cierra turned around with the wine bottle in her,” You nothing but a bitch! A drunk bitch at that!” Cierra walked with each word which led her to being right in front of her mom’s face.
Lisa and Cierra just stared at each other for a minute before Lisa said something that could not be turn back.
“ Damn, I wished I swallowed your ass.” Lisa taunted with a smirk. Everybody gasps as Lisa said those words.
As Marcus was about to step in, Cierra swung the bottle at Lisa’s head. Lisa duck right in time. Marcus swoop up Lisa and Mike ran to Cierra and pull Cierra by her waist.
“ You think you big and bad bitch!” Lisa shouted at Cierra while trying to get out of Marcus’s grip.
“ Yes I am! I fucking hate you!” Cierra barked to Lisa trying to get Mike’s grip. The kids looked horrified at their mother never seeing her get this upset. Mia thought it was best to take Amaya back upstairs because she was crying seeing mom get upset.
As she was walking up the stairs, she saw her dad running down the stairs looking at Amaya.
“Why you crying My My!” Tre shuddered to Amaya, who was crying hard, not knowing what was wrong with her.
“Momma… and…. Grandma… Lisa… is fighting” Amaya stuttered to her dad trying to breath from her hard crying.
“ Mia go upstairs and calm down Amaya!” Tre frantically said to Mia. With Tre walking through family members looking at what was happening in the kitchen, Mia knew it was about to get worst. Due to Mike, holding her mom back and her dad telling him to leave right away. One thing about Tre, when he says something, he means it.
Back in the kitchen, Mike was trying to calm down Cierra.
“ Cierra I need you to calm down babygirl.” Mike said while looking Cierra in the face. However, from both of their knowledge, Tre was looking dead at them. He was getting more angrier from Mike touching his wife.
Tre’s cousin looked at him and saw that it was not about to be good. She then tap one of Cierra’s cousin and the ripple kept going on.
Finally everybody was looking at Tre excepted for Mike and Cierra.
Mike notice the silence and turn around, and saw Tre looking dead at him. Cierra looked at her husband and they met eyes for the first time since Mike came. She look at them and anger and the same coldness of the past few months was behind them.
“ Didn’t I tell you to leave my fucking house.” Tre calmly said to him while walking to by the oven. Everybody looked at Mike seeing what was about to be said next. Mike walked up to Tre looking him dead in the eyes.
“Well, I was and your wife seem in a little bit of trouble. Thought I help her out,” Mike pause looking back at Cierra and turning his head back around “ which seems like you don’t know nothing about.”
Mike was tired now of trying to help Tre. He might have mess up by saying that Tre was not a good father or husband, but he was trying to help a brother out. After, Mike said that last comment, Tre turn around and it seem like he was walking.
Then all of a sudden, Tre ran up and punch him.
That punch led to a big ass brawl to happen. Everybody started screaming, from the elders shakeing their heads, to the mothers shooing the kids outside or upstairs, and to the men trying to pull the fight apart.
Marcus got a hold of Tre’s shirt, seeing that Tre was trying to slam Mike to the ground. “ Tre come on now!” Marcus yelled trying to reason with him just like the others. As they pull the two men apart from each other to opposite side of the kitchen, Mike said something that just made it even worst.
“If I wanted to fucked Cierra, I would have fucked her so good that she would have left and your kids would have been calling me dad. You bitch ass!” Mike scream with spit coming at his mouth.
When Tre heard something about his kids, he ran got out some how and ran up on Mike again. This time Tre was out for blood.
Cierra was still frozen in her place, looking at Tre and Mike fight. Nobody could calm Tre down, not even his momma. Cierra ran up to the fight trying to break apart with other people in the family.
With both Tre and Mike throwing punches back and forth, Tre wind up and miss Mike. However, he hit someone, and then he heard the same cry that night of the argument Angelo stops. Everything became silent, however the blood curdling scream of the person on the floor.
Christy and Momma T ran quickly beside her. Even Lisa looked at her and freak out. The one person that made it upset the most: Jakob.
Cierra was looking at the floor, blood pooling on the white tile floors. Cierra was in huge amount of pain in her nose. Tre looked at his wife on the floor, and Mike looked at his friend on the floor.
“Baby…” Tre whispered silently to himself with his mouth in shocked. Looking at Cierra, Tre tried getting close to her, she flinched. Even though it was on accident, Cierra was scared. She looked at Tre and saw the coldness of these past of these few months in his eyes faded. She saw he had regret and sadness in his eyes.
“Just leave me alone!” Cierra quickly got up and ran to get her keys. Angelo ran after his cousin deciding it be best. Jakob looked at the blood on the floor and tears came down his eyes. He looked at his dad and spoke these words.
“I hate you.”
Wow that was just…. wow!
Y’all that not the actual family reunion! Baby secret will pour out and things about to be shook in the Rhode’s household!!
Baby if y'all don’t have nothing to say about what just happen, baby was you reading what I was reading.
Y/N put on a smile for sake of her boyfriend and friends who had gone through all the trouble of throwing her a birthday party but if it wasn’t for the fact that it was at her house; she would leave. She avoided spending too much time in one room because she felt his eyes roaming her body the whole night. Boredom crept up on her once more and she weaved her way through the sea of bodies towards kitchen so she could top up her drink.
She wasn’t surprised that Trevante has been invited but it didn’t mean that she was happy about it either. They had always been close friends but in the past year he made it clear that he wanted more that despite her being in a relationship but he never pushed it. She found it harder and harder to be around him and deny her feelings for him.
He found his way out of the crowd and into kitchen heading straight for fridge and stopped when he noticed her.
“I know you been avoiding me tonight”, Trevante accused her.
“No I haven’t, there’s just a lot people and I haven’t been able to get around to you yet”.
“Mmhm sure but as long as you know you couldn’t escape me saying happy birthday”, he said while leaning to embrace Ashanti in a hug which she gladly accepted.
The hug lasted longer than expected, she had to admit that she loved the way her small body fit in his much larger one and it’s not as if they hadn’t hugged before but something about this just felt more intimate. She wanted to give in, she really did but something was holding her back so she broke away from the hug. He didn’t say anything as she pulled back and said that there was something that she needed from upstairs and disappeared.
Part of him wanted to give her space to clear her head, after all it was her party and she was supposed to relax but another part of him wanted to go after her and talk about everything. Trevante followed her path upstairs and open her bedroom door to find her walking aimlessly around the room then his presence broke her train of thought.
“Listen we need to talk, I wasn’t trying to upset or stress you, I was just being there for you as a friend but you and I both know that I want more that and I think you do too. I know you’re worried about hurting your boyfriend but I just have one question and if you say ‘no’ then I’ll back off; do you want me as much as I want you?”
“Yes I want you in ways that I shouldn’t-” he interrupted Y/N’s confession by backing her into the wall.
Trevante laughed humourlessly at her confession because he had known the answer all along and he felt the same way but their feelings were going to have to wait as the built-up sexual tension was too strong to ignore; they knew their actions were wrong, but they were prepared to deal with the consequences. His hands immediately went the back of her dress, unzipping it, allowing the silky material to pool around her waist baring her chest. He planted small deliberate kiss on her neck before sucking harshly on her sweet spot eliciting a whimper from her slightly parted lips, Y/N was sure there was going to be a mark the next day. Her nipples hardened as the cold air passed over them, she awaited his soft lips to wrap them and pleasure her in only ways he could. Almost as if he had read her mind her he lowered his head to please her, while doing so he removed the dress from her body completely and pushed her back against the cold wall which shocked her initially but contrasted with the heat she felt within.
Trevante sensed her restlessness and went to satisfy in another way. As he went on his knees he looked directly at her underwear-clad pussy, he gave a sexy smirk that was all too familiar and ripped off her thong - his rushed actions clearly showing his excitement. He lifted one of her legs and hung it over his shoulder giving him complete access, he licked along her slit and flicking his tongue on her clit which was slick with her juices.
Y/N gasped as he brought his hand down on her ass in a sharp slap and continued his sensual assault on her, he plunged his tongue into her core and repeated the action, increasing his speed when he felt her walls tighten and then he groaned sending vibrations throughout her body bringing her to a climax.
Her back arched off the wall as she panted and put all her weight on his shoulders because her legs were shaking too hard to carry her.
He carried her over to the bed and swiftly removed his clothes, revealing his hardened member which made her pussy pulsate in anticipation. He pulled her legs apart and his large hand caressed the soft skin of her inner thigh. He rubbed the head of his veined shaft along her wet slit to her clit, and he did this a couple more times, leaving Y/N craving him even more as she begged him to stop teasing her.
“How do you want this baby?”, Trevante mumbled leaving soft kisses along her collarbone.
“I want you in me, deep and fast.”
He finally entered her and the feeling of his girth stretching her walls sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. He pulled back and pushed him deeper into her warmth, as he started to increase his thrusts into her body and she welcomed the pleasure. He leaned down towards her face and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Unable to cope with the fast and powerful strokes he was delivering to her core she chanted his name as though it would provide some relief; however it just encouraged Trevante to go faster and ruin her further. She dropped her head further into the pillow as an intense pressure built up in her stomach.
"You feel so good”, he praised and his words were laced with lust which added to the sensual mood.
The sounds of skin slapping and moans echoed throughout the room and his strokes become more powerful and he was completely focused on them both reaching their climax. Her walls tightened around this dick indicating that she was close. Her juices dripped onto the bed drenching the sheets underneath them. Y/N felt his member throb inside of her and her thighs also began to shake, his name left her lips in a scream as she felt her orgasm hit her. Trevante erupted within her but continued his thrusts in order to prolong the mutual pleasure.
He pulled out and laid back encasing her in his arms, he pecked the top of her head and said to her, “Although I would love nothing more than to lay here with you, we need to get back to the party”.
“We will, I just want a few minutes to enjoy this”
At a beachfront resort, having dinner and returning from the bathroom Trevante’s wallet falls. As he picks it up, he finds a remote. Knowing all to well what this went to from having experience with a familiar one a while back, it couldn’t be what he thought it was. Someone was getting all types of freaky at this resort. Being there for a writing personal retreat, he thinks, what the hell, why not see who it belongs to, just for kicks.
He turns the vibration on low, trying to see who it belongs to, taking advantage of his curved booth, looking around the dining room floor for subtle reactions. When he jolts it to maximum sensation, he finds the owner of his latest source of fun. Almost knocking a full plate of food onto the ground, a wine glass shatters on the ground falling victim.
She had the nerve to be with a nigga. Maybe she was going to give it to him, or maybe him being a dumbass dropped it. Either way, seeing this shy look and almost blushing on her pretty deep brown round cheeks, he couldn’t get enough of looking at her. He watches her look at her man, trying to see where he was hiding the remote when his hands were on the table. Her trying to analyze it in her head as it read across her face was cracking him up. When she realized, maybe just maybe someone else had control of it, he saw the panic fill her eyes. In that moment he switches up the pace and adds a circling feature, making her close her eyes and bit her lip hard.
Trevante sips his rum as he enjoys the show of his making, coming up with possible scenarios of who they were. She is a pro though, for sure. True freak indeed the way she is taking all this. Last time he used one of these, the girl barely lasted ten minutes, and at this point it had already been forty. She had to be leaking. She probably tastes sweet like a juicy melon on a nice summer day. Like honey dripping down his tongue. Mmm.
As he secretly pleased, she seemed to be teasing her dude. With each refill of her wine glass, her eyes turned more and more lusty. Seeing her dude’s reaction to her running her heels up and down his lower leg under the table, somehow the way it was done let him know she was usually the initiator in the relationship. Anyone with eyes could see she was practically begging to be fucked. Hard. She seemed like the type to fain innocence knowing that was the last thing on earth she was. She probably bought this little number to spice things up, get him to do some of the things she wanted. Things it seems like his mind would never know the pleasure off. A fucking waste, he thought as he shook his head.
don’t think you’re ready for this new part in the Trevante fic. I have one more part to add to it before I can go back & edit the whole post. but I told y’all it was long as fuck. also hopefully you don’t think Will’s a total fuck boy by the end of this update…he’s just got some fuck boy tendencies 😂
A/N: Here is a bit of a flashback and more emotions revealed between the two! We love to see it! Be sure to COMMENT if you enjoyed it!
One Year Ago
“I’m outside,” read the text notification across her phone as Deaysha hurried up and finished folding her clothes. The Scrub N’ Dub Laundromat was having a half off special and since the laundry was piling, she had to take advantage. Gathering all her clothes and putting them in her big bag, she hears the chimes of the front door, Trevante entering wearing bball shorts and a tank with his black durag still on. She squints her eyes, half way trying to figure that out as she watches him come in.
“What up my G?” Trevante daps a fellow classmate as Deaysha gives him a weird look.
“Hey Little Miss, you ready?” He asks, smiling, the whites of his teeth twinkling as he extends his arms out for a hug.
“What the hell is this?” She asks swiping the durag off his head after she releases from the hug.
“Aye, stop that!” He admonishes, swiping it back and looking at his reflection in a dryer to put it back on the right way. “You don’t even say hello and already with the shits,” he shakes his head as he plops her bag of laundry in the cart with her other bags and pushes it out to the car.
After a few moments of looking at him silently put her things in the trunk, she hugs him from behind. “Hi Trevante,” she says, her words muffled by his shirt.
“Uhn uhn. Back up off me,” he says shaking his head, pretending to be annoyed, fake rolling his eyes as she holds him tighter, before laughing as she uses her arm strength to squeeze him as tight as possible, wanting to ignite the tight bear hug competition thing they do. Not responding to prove a point, he ultimately caves and uses all his muscles squeezing her arms as she squeezes him.
“Okay! Okay! You win!” She says releasing him, as he smiles in defeat. When he starts to walk to the driver’s seat, she quickly swipes his durag again, runs around to her side, and jumps into the car, locking her door and sticking her tongue out at him.
“You never stop playing yo! The biggest kid I ever seen. Give me my shit back,” he says shaking his head as he starts up the car, some garbage rap playing from the speakers, one of the lil’s, Lil Zoey or something like that, at least thats what she called them.
“No I’m not giving it back. Its 3pm and you walking around like you just rolled out the bed, and even when you do, you look better than that. Up here a hot ass hood mess. You know I don’t associate with such. And you back to Lil Zoey and nem I see,” she shakes her head with an exaggerated eye roll.
“I’m grown Deaysha. If I wanna look like a hot ass hood mess, then I can. And you can say what you want but you know this shit slaps,” he says turning it up louder, bopping his head to the beat, as she felt her ears would burst from just how bad it was.
“No, even your sleepy time jazz was better than this,” she says, turning it down and grabbing his phone to play something on the aux. “Between that, the struggle outfit of choice, and that ‘what’s good my G’, you sound like you’re trying to be the next hood nigga of America. You back on that flippy floppy shit?” She asks as she turns on her SophistaRatchet playlist, just to irritate him .
“You so damn irky with that shit Deaysha. I know you want to be a doctor but you ain’t never said shit about a Psychiatrist. You gonna psychoanalyze me my whole life? It’s just a song, damn,” He says, turning the volume all the way down to be petty.
“I’m just trying to make sure you not on some dumb shit. You know your ass only gets wishy washy when a certain Hoe comes around. Trying to perpetuate frauds knowing your Ponchatoula Louisiana ass is country as hell, but not hard. You can knock a nigga out cause you big as hell but you would talk it out first, and its nothing wrong with that,” she says turning on a regular playlist and putting the volume back to normal.
“Can you just drop it, Deaysha? I don’t want to talk about it,” he says as they get close in the drive back to their dorms.
“I’m not trying to be extra Trevante, I just don’t want Shay to snake her fangs back into you for you to get all brand new and act all different, just cause you think she will like it better,” she says softly, trying to gauge his response.
“I Said Drop It Deaysha!” He says a little louder, his brow and face all twisted and touted up, as he returns his gaze back to the road. The car-ride was silent for at least five minutes, feeling the tension between them as the ride comes to a close, he begins to speak.
“You coming back to my place so we can study for this test on Monday or you going home?” He asks, normally, to which he gets no answer. He looks over at her with her arms folded as she looks out of the window, still no answer. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that. Can you talk to me now?” He asks sweetly, waiting for her to give any response, getting the cold shoulder from her being one of his least favorite things.
“If it’s alright with you, I would like to drop my clothes at my place, then we can study at yours or your lounge. I think my roommates are in mine,” she says monotonously, still facing the window.
“Okay, sounds like a plan,” he says as he rides to her place. As she drops off her things, his pride wants to say he was right in all his actions, but his heart knows better. If she was acting different, he would say something about it. They had been best friends for two years. They notice the smallest details about eachother because thats just what they do. A DeVante thing, their names transposed against each other. As she gets back in the car, he plays Reuben Studdard’s I’m Sorry and pouts his lips until her annoyed angry face relaxes and she uncrosses her arms.
“No, I’m not talking to you so leave me alone,” she says turning her head out of the window. He turns the volume up as he drives to his side of campus. Once parked, he gets out of the car, locking the door so she cant. He comes to her side, helping her out, so he could talk to her, face to face.
“I Sowwy,” he says in the alien monster voice that she heard from a movie and absolutely loved. The original quoteable was the character saying “Uncle” as the other character was choking him and since they watched the movie together, they would say that to eachother in the voice to bring a smile to the other’s face.
“Nope. Get away from me,” she says, shaking her head and pushing him as he goes in for the hug.
“I Sowwy Deaysha!” He continues to say in the monster voice, hugging her, keeping her close and kissing her cheek despite her protests.
“Nope you don’t appreciate me. Leave me alone!” She says pushing his face out of the way as she tries to not laugh.
“But I do appreciate you, Boo Boo. I love you,” he says in the voice before his kiss attack began on her cheek and neck, tickling her.
“No! You don’t know how to act Trevante. Leave me alone. Stop it!” She giggles as he plants thousands of kisses on the side of her face, neck and a little bit of shoulder. His hands planted firmly against her lower back, holding her close as her protests begin to cease. Her cute little infectious laugh making his heart smile. When her little snort pops out, they crack up laughing.
“Forgive me, please? Say you love me too,” he says in the voice as he rests his head in the crease of her neck and shoulder as she hugs him back. Her soft hands, lightly grazing across his upper back, making time stand still for a little bit, all his worries just melting in her arms. Leaning back to look into her eyes, he takes her face in his hands, slowly running his thumbs across her cheeks.
“I Sowwy. Forgive me,” he says in the monster voice, as she sucks her teeth and rolls her eyes.
“You made me promise to tell you my true feelings straight up. You made me promise to speak up when you get to acting funny. AND, you made me promise to tell you if I think you’re heading in the wrong direction. I’m only doing what you told me to do then you got nerve to wanna get mad,” she says, looking him straight in the eyes.
“I know. You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m a dumbass. I love you. I appreciate you. But I still want you to forgive me,” he says in between slower kisses to her cheek and neck, still using the monster voice, so close he could feel her breathing.
“You betta forgive me or imma give you a wet willie,” he says in his regular voice about to lick his finger as she pushed him back. She made the mistake in telling him that was one of the most annoying things to her as a kid and since then he would randomly pop up and do it. In classes they have together, when she’s stressed and too stubborn to listen, and now this.
“Okay! Okay! I forgive you!” She says keeping him at arms length away, smiling as he pokes out his cheek for her to kiss and rolling her eyes as she kisses it, before heading into the building, him carrying her heavy ass bookbag behind her.
In the kitchen, Deaysha at the island with a textbook, notebook, and planner sprawled open on the table as Trevante gets to cooking something that smells good. His early 2000s R&B playlist jamming in the background. Now actually dressed in an olive green tee and some black joggers, his durag looked absolutely fine. Doing her work and enjoying the vibes, she still had one more thing on her mind.
“Tre?” She calls.
“Yeah?” He says, looking over his shoulder.
“Even tho I was freaking out earlier, you can tell me if you’re seeing that girl,” she says with a sigh as she puts her pen down and looks at him. “I would rather hear it from you, than to come over here when I’m trying to talk to you and she just here all in the way looking dumb….sorry. Imma stop. Like you said, you a grown man and can do what you want. I just would like to know only cause it would effect my normal life, not to be nosey. What you do and who you do is your business,” she says, watching him as he smiles and shakes his head.
“I know for damn sure you would want me to tell you if I popped back up with Ellison,” she began to say before he interjected.
“FUCK THAT NIGGA!” He says turning his head all the way around to make eye contact.
“Mmmhmm with ya nut ass double standards,” she says with a smirk, knowing it would get to him.
“First of all, you still never told me why you showed up to my door crying the way you did that day, so yeah, long as I live, on my mama and all I love, that nigga getting fucked up when I see him. No hesitation.” He says turning around and flaring his chest out, making her laugh. She knew he was serious but it was still funny to see him get so mad about it. Yes that whole thing was a mess, but still less than Shay and her snake head ass.
“And I didn’t want to pop Shay in her mouth with how she always leaves you? Completely changed and feeling bad for being the great person that you are. I be wanting to wild out on her ass too, but no, I’m here listening cause you MY best friend. I want you to be happy and to live your best life with who you want. And to not have to keep things from me cause you don’t know how I would react. I’m always here for you, no matter what,” she says as he turns back around to the food. After a few minutes of silence he begins to speak.
“She came over the other day…,” he says with an exasperated sigh as Deaysha did all she could to not vomit at the mention of that woman. “Supposedly under the guise of looking for something,” he continues.
“Y’all ain’t been together in a year, what the hell she looking for?” Deaysha seethes out, too quick to capture. She was supposed to be the calm one. She did just ask for this information.
“I know, I know. I let her in, let her look for whatever, ignored her and went back to my work. She claims “oh it must’ve been somewhere else”. I see through the bs. She only came cause she heard I hooked up with somebody I didn’t know she knew till after. She tried to do the “I Miss You’s” and I told her to save it. She said you’re probably right and its probably better to leave the past the past but she “still cares about me”. For what I think was the first time, I was able to see clearly enough to know it was bullshit, and that never happens.” He says as she watches his body language.
“All the bullshit with her and that nigga on that tape, threw me for a fucking loop… I know you know about it. Everyone does. Apparently everyone knew she was cheating too, but me,” he says shaking his head.
“I didn’t know Tre,” Deaysha says softly, feeling herself beginning to get emotional.
“No, I know you didn’t…It’s just all that, and feeling like no matter what I did, I never gave enough in that relationship, always being compared to random thirsty niggas, never feeling secure. I felt I had to be different. Be hard, be more whatever, to attract and keep a woman,” he admits.
“But Trevante, you know thats not true,” She says going over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she seems him fighting back tears.
”I know, but its not that simple De,” he says shaking his head.
“Make it that simple because it is! You told me when I felt like I had to be skinny, have a flat stomach and proportions on amazing, “slim thick” whatever, that if a nigga deserved me, that shit wouldn’t matter. I didn’t need to change anything about me at all for no snot nose nigga. That’s what you said to me almost verbatim. If that applies for me, it applies for you too.” She says pulling him into a tight bear hug, releasing a bit when she felt like she was cutting off his air supply.
“But Deaysha,” he begins before she stops him.
“No buts Trevante. You know you don’t gotta hide or act in front of me. The same way you see me and let me be me, even the silliest jumping on you, snorting, and completely nerding out, I see you. Who cares what anyone else thinks, Shay thinks or whatever? She went out there and got the roughneck who didn’t give a shit about her and you see who doorstep she was just on! There is nothing wrong with you, do you hear me? Nothing! You’re a king! And not even in a Hotep way,” she says making them both laugh, wiping his face as a tear escapes his eye.
“Listen to me. I love you…just exactly the way you are,” she says holding his face in her hands, staring up into his eyes, the moment and the words filled with more than it probably should’ve been. Looking from her eyes to her lips, he shuts off the thought. He knew that she was the only person in the world who truly knew him. He was never scared to talk to her. She always could bring out his truest self. The inability to hide anything from her both infuriated him and also turned him on a bit. He always knew he wanted more with her but he always held himself back.
From the moment he saw her with her pep talk in the bathroom the day he met her, he wanted her forreal, and definitely not as a friend. But the way things turned out, now she was his best friend. He could come to her with anything, even the one person she hates the most, and she would still try. For him. She gave him love he felt he didn’t deserve and with his insecurities taking over, instead of kissing her and telling her he loved her too, he held her tightly against his chest. Maybe the love could transmit by osmosis until the time he could truly reciprocate it.
“It’s not even just about a girl. I’m just figuring it all out for me. I love you too. Thank you for loving me and always being my guide back to who I am. I appreciate you,” he says the last sentence in the monster voice making her laugh. Feeling her this close and kissing her cheek as slowly as he was, things were only bound to go further and that’s not something he wanted right now, so he gives her one last kiss and lets her go. Going back to the food on the stove, he says,
“Alright, enough with the mushy shit! Put on Musiq Soulchild followed by my sleepy time jazz and lets get this study party rolling! Now what year did the Byzantine Empire fall?”
Word count: 2111 ( i could never write this much for a school assignment LOL)
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Call that nigga Captain Hook
Samantha danced around the spacious kitchen singing along to her favorite song by Meg. She was preparing a hearty breakfast for her and her two best friends, Jade and Maliyah. The trio decided to spend the weekend together at Maliyah’s parent’s house. They were away for the week leaving her to house sit and since she didn’t want to be alone she invited her two besties to spend a few days with her. But that wasn’t the only reason. Samantha had recently gotten out of an almost 3 year relationship with her ex, Trevante. The break-up was sudden and unexpected. His only explanation was that he “wasn’t feeling it anymore.” Samantha spent two straight weeks wallowing in her sadness and her best friends had finally had enough. Much to her dismay, they packed her bags and dragged her ass out her apartment.
Jade came down to the kitchen first. As soon as she heard Megan playing, her face broke out in a smile. “Someone’s feeling better I see,” Jade commented. Samantha shrugged her shoulders as she poured wine in 3 glass tumblers.
“I guess you could say that. I think being alone was making me feel worse, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s why we bought you here. Being cooped up in your apartment all day wasn’t good for you.” Jade explained, biting into a strip of bacon. Samantha nodded, pulling open the refrigerator door and grabbing orange juice. Just as the Savage remix came on, Maliyah entered the kitchen.
“Ayee, we’re starting early I see. Ooo and you made us mimosas? You know us so well,” Maliyah did a little happy dance and took her seat at the table. They all made their plates and began eating.
“Ugh, these eggs are so good,” Jade moaned. Maliyah hummed in agreement. As Samantha raised her glass to her lips, she heard her phone go off from the kitchen counter. She set the glass down and made her way toward the counter. She wiped the bacon grease from her fingers and picked up her phone, but when she saw the notification she froze. The girls heard her take in a sharp breath and they both looked toward her. “You okay?” Jade asked, concern in her voice.
“I- I um-” Samantha stammered. Maliyah made her way to Samantha and peeked over her shoulder and looked at her phone. Maliyah sighed and looked over at Jade.
“It’s Tre,” she spoke flatly.
“What?” Jade exclaimed, rising from the table and strutting toward the girls, “What the hell does he want?”
“Um, he says he wants to talk,” Samantha mumbled. She set her phone down on the counter and took in a deep breath.
“Hey,” Maliyah started, “it’s okay, just calm down. Are you going to answer?”
“Hell no she’s not gonna answer. That nigga had two whole weeks to try and talk to you and now that you’re finally starting to feel better he wants to ruin it? No. Hell no.” Jade snapped. Maliyah glared at her with flared nostrils and Jade sighed, mumbling a ‘sorry.’
“No no, it’s okay. You’re right maybe I shouldn’t answer.” Samantha hesitated. Maliyah sighed and touched Samantha’s arm lightly.
“Samantha, it’s fine. Maybe you should, just get everything off your chest. I can tell you have so much bottled up and keeping all that emotion inside isn’t good for you. Eventually, you’re gonna break.” Samantha nodded as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. She reached for her phone and unlocked it. She clicked on his message and as she went to type, she got a call. It was Trevante. She looked over to the girls, Jade looked at her, offering a weak smile and a nod. She sighed and exited the kitchen, heading upstairs towards the room she was staying in.
She got into her room and shut the door, leaning against it. She looked down at her phone and sighed deeply. She pressed the bright green button and closed her eyes tightly. She slowly lifted her phone to her ear.
“Hello?” her voice trembled.
“Hey,” he spoke from the other end. His deep voice shook her to her core. She loved the sound of his voice, it made her weak in the knees, even right now. She didn’t speak, too afraid that her voice would show him just how broken she was. “I hope you don’t mind me calling you so early, I just- I just need to say this to you.”
“What else is there to say, Tre? I’m finally getting my head straight and you just pop up out of nowhere wanting to talk? Talk about what?”
“Please Samantha, you don’t have to say anything, just listen. I know I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt you, and that’s exactly what I did. I shouldn’t have let you go, baby,” Samantha’s heart fluttered at that. She bit her lip and slid down the door, plopping on the ground, “These two weeks have been hell for me. I haven’t been sleeping or eating really. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is your face. Your smile, your eyes, I can’t get you out of my mind,” Trevante sighed deeply, “Samantha I’m sorry, I never meant to hurt you, please believe that. I need you baby.” Samantha was quiet, her mind was racing a mile a minute. She couldn’t find any words to say. The silence was eating Tre alive,
“Samantha, please, say something, I just need to hear your voice.”
“Why, Tre?” she questioned. His heart raced.
“Why’d you break up with me? After almost 3 years? Was it something I did?” her voice cracked as she got emotional.
“No no, god no. You did nothing wrong. I just- I don’t know. I’ve never been in a serious relationship before you and- I guess I just got scared. Scared of the commitment. Scared of fucking up. Scared of hurting you.”
“But you did hurt me, you broke my heart. I loved you and you left me, and why? Because you were scared? That’s bullshit. If you had any doubts you should’ve come to me first and we could’ve worked on it from there. But no, you just up and left me with little explanation, that shit hurt, Trevante. After almost 3 years, I just don’t understand.” Samantha exclaimed as she got angrier.
“I know, but please, believe me, I’m so fucking sorry. I know I should’ve come to you before making a decision like that but I thought I was letting you down easy. Now I know what a fucking idiot I was. I fucked up.” she could hear the sincerity in his voice. Her head fell back onto the door as they both got quiet.
“I miss you,” Tre was the first to break the silence.
“I miss you too Tre,” she sighed, “I can’t get you out of my head.”
“I know baby, I can’t either. You are the best thing to happen to me. I want you back, I need you.”
“Tre, I don’t know what to think right now.”
“You don’t have to think anything right now, Just know that if you give me another chance, I won’t fuck it up again.”
“Look, even if I do decide to take you back, it’s gonna take more than just words to make it right. You have to show me that you’re serious. No bullshit.” she spoke.
“Trust me, I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that’s what it takes,” she heard rustling on his end of the phone, “Starting right now. Come outside.”
“What?” she furrowed her brows in confusion and lifted from the ground. She opened the door and made her way to the top of the stairs. She descended the stairs, walking past the kitchen into the living room. Maliyah and Jade were sitting on the couch watching tv when Samantha stumbled past the tv towards the huge living room window. Samantha stood at the window scanning the front of the house. She looked around for any sign of him. She sucked in a sharp breath as she saw his car pull up to the house. The two girls made their way to Samantha, looking outside to see Trevante exiting his car. He looked up at the window and gave them a small wave.
“I hope you don’t mind. If you want me to go I can,” she could hear a bit of sadness in his voice. The girls could hear the conversation from the phone. Jade grabbed Samantha’s hand causing her to whip her hand towards her. Jade nodded at her and signaled for her to go outside.
“No, don’t go. I’m coming.” She hung up the phone and slipped on a pair of slides from the shoe rack next to the front door. She glanced back at the girls and they exchanged smiles.
As Samantha made her way down the front steps, she grew more nervous. She took in Tre’s appearance as she stopped in front of him, he looked good as he always did. She studied his face and noticed slight bags under his eyes, ‘I guess he wasn’t lying about not sleeping.’ she thought.
“Hi,” he greeted offering her a small smile.
“You look good,” Samantha blushed, biting back a smile, causing her dimples to deepen.
“Thank you, you too.” she wrapped her arms around her middle as Trevante’s eyes wandered her frame. He bit his lip and scratched the back of his neck.
“Listen, I meant what I said. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to prove that I’m serious. That is if you decide to give me another chance,” he looked at her with hopeful eyes.
“I believe you. But you’re only getting one more chance, so don’t fuck it up.”
“That’s all I need, I swear. I’m gonna make it right, we’ll go as slow as you need. I promise you won’t regret this,” he reassured. He stepped closer to her and she looked up at him in anticipation. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head upward. Her eyes fell to his lips as he leaned down, capturing her lips in an innocent kiss. Her heart thumped in her chest as their lips moved against each other. Trevante was the first to pull away after a few seconds, their faces still inches from each other. Samantha sighed at the loss of contact as Trevante backed away. He smiled at her and she reciprocated.
“Wait, how’d you know we were here?” Samantha asked.
“Uhh, you never stopped sharing your location with me,” he chuckled nervously. Samantha rolled her eyes playfully shaking her head. Trevante grabbed her arm and placed a kiss on the top of her hand.
“As much as I would love to crash your little weekend getaway, I know Jade would beat my ass as soon as I stepped foot in that house,” Samantha giggled, it was true. Jade was always on go.
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe some other time.” His eyes twinkled as he nodded.
“Yeah, sounds like a plan. Alright, I’ll see you later. Don’t forget what I told you, I mean every word.”
“I know, Tre.” He smiled before making his way to his car. He looked up at the window and waved goodbye to Jade and Maliyah, who no doubt watched the whole thing. Samantha turned around and started toward the house. She walked up the few steps and entered the house.
“Soo, how’d it go?” Maliyah questioned, Samantha tilted her head at her as if to say ‘really?’
“I know y’all nosey asses were watching, shut up.”
“You damn right we were. Tell Trevante that I’m gonna beat his ass if he tries some dumb shit again. He better not try me.” Jade hissed.
“Trust me, he knows. Now, can we all just pour ourselves some more wine and watch tv, they’re showing Friends reruns and I don’t want to miss it.” Jade and Maliyah both agreed. Maliyah filled 3 wine glasses as Jade and Samantha settled on the couch trying to figure out what channel it was on. Maliyah handed them their glasses and as jade finally found the channel, Samantha’s phone went off. She grabbed it and instantly smiled.
Trevante:I love you.
She typed her message and set her phone down next to her, a permanent smile on her face.
Samantha: I love you too.
A/N: this was longer than expected but it’s worth it. also if you want to be added to my taglist lmk. (and to the people i did tag, i’m not sure if you guys only want to be tagged in erik related fics but i tagged you just incase😭)