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I know I’ve been gone for a minute and I will be back but since the audacity has gotten so fucking high in these apps let me say and say this ONCE. This is a BLACK READER page. If you don’t get it then don’t read it. If you don’t like it then you can find someone you do. Do not come on my page being racist or you will get cussed the fuck out and blocked.
So many black writers had to fight to create a space for ourselves because you all decided to write us out of yours. So do not come into this BLACK ASS space complaining that you don’t fucking fit. Read and like and move on or don’t engage at all. You will NEVER get the opportunity to come into a safe space that we created and think you have a say so. And I mean that shit. Black people have plenty of culture that you WANCHES try to steal and manipulate. Don’t get me started on the fucking cloud bob and other bullshit that you attempt to recreate to match your own preferences.
So when I say this is a black fucking page. That’s what it means. And black in every way. From ghetto to coquette to goth and everything in between. Every single black girl deserves a space to be seen and represented. Please don’t piss me off cause I’m with all the bullshit.
“Baby, come on. Don’t do this to me right now.” He groans as your hands slide down his chest. “I haven’t done anything yet.” You say sweetly. He bites down into his bottom lip as his eyes roll back at the gentle feeling of your hands roaming his entire body. “Baby please.” He begs. “We have to meet your parents in like 20 minutes.” He tries his best to reason with you but lust crowds your brain. He knew he shouldn’t have planned meeting your folks during your ovulation period. But leave it to him to not check your schedule beforehand. Now, he is suffering from the consequences of that. “You smell so fucking good.” You say as your nose presses against his neck. He felt his resolve crumbling with every touch, every breath, every gaze. He licks at his lips, swallowing heavy as he forces himself to pull away from you. “Dinner first, okay. Then you can have me. Anyway you want. But I can’t meet your parents right after fucking you.” He expresses. You pout but finally relent. “Fine.” You say with a smirk. “But when we get home, you better be ready.” You say before walking out the door. He releases a breath as he watches you walk away, mentally preparing himself for what’s to come when he gets home.
Hey guys. I’m back lol. Been some SHIT but I miss writing so here’s a little sum sum for you. Match it to your faves. Yall know I love me some Ony, Enjin, Gojo, and Choso. Full fics loading😘
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“You have really pretty eyes.” You giggle as you look up at the tall white haired man in front of you. The liquor stirring deliciously in your system. He glances down, a wide smile on his face. “You have a beautiful smile.” His voice carried into your ears. He leans closer, back hunching slightly to meet your height.
“If we’re lucky. Our kids will inherit them both.”
Y’all say this but don’t support fluff nor angsty fics if it doesn’t have smut attached to it. You can’t have both. And then y’all don’t reblog or comment on your favs works so they go back to the smut. In the words of Kendrick Lamar, it’s not enough.
on top of this, the month/year just started, let ppl breath
ive said this and i agree with it wholeheartedly. this, along with the constant complaints flooding the x reader tags. "i hate the ___ pet name. i hate the ____ kink. i hate this, i hate that." it is sooooo discouraging and not only does it overshadow actual works that are posted under the tag its incredibly rude and annoying to have the entire hashtag flooded with hate and complaints.
in conclusion engage with the fics you like so you encourage writers to put out more of that. like and reblog and comment on the fluff fics you want so bad instead of clogging the tags.
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You roll your eyes as you step back into your apartment. Your bestfriend!ony being who he always is follows behind you, closing the door with his foot. “Boy what you talking about?” You say with a roll of your eyes. “You opening the door like that for everybody?” He asks following you into the kitchen, dropping your grocery order on the counter. You rummage through the bags to make sure they had gotten everything. “Open the door like what?” He scoffs. “Man like that. With all that ass hanging out them little bitty ass shorts. It better not be nobody coming over here.” He states. You turn to him, a hand on your hip. “First of all I’m in my house and comfortable. Second, you not my nigga so it don’t matter who coming over here.” You snap, turning back to your groceries. Pain registers later than his actions and your hands shoot to your left ass cheek. “ONY! Stop fucking playing with me! That shit hurt!” You whine aloud rubbing your sore spot. He laughs twirling the towel that he popped you with in his hands. “That’s what you get. Smart mouth make a soft ass.” He teases. “It’s hard head makes a soft ass, idiot.” You pout to yourself still rubbing the sore spot. “Whatever. Like I said. Don’t open the door like that for nobody else. Or next time it’s gone be belt to ass.” He snatches a bag of chips from the counter and walks into your living room while you contemplate whether you were gone kick his ass later or not.
This year, my goal is literally just typing whatever comes to my head whenever it comes. So here you go. Hopefully this keeps me consistent.
A/N: I just watched Heathers the musical again....
WARNINGS: This is based off of Veronica and JD from the musical. More specifically the song MEANT TO BE MINE from the musical. This is my first time writing something dark and angsty like this so sorry if its rushed. I had to get it out my head. VERY dark themes, yandere eren, angst, this is not a typical love story fic. if you have seen the musical then you know what to expect here. Please be warned moving forward.
“Baby, you’re being so mean to me. Please open the door.”
Your heart raced a mile a minute as your back pressed against your closet door. Scarred knees pulled tightly against your chest as you try to steady your breathing. Your brown eyes wide, irises stained red from the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. You could feel the luring presence of him standing outside the closet door. He must’ve climbed in through your window. One action that used to give you butterflies now creating a sinking pit in your stomach. “Baby, we are going to be late. You can’t do this to me. To us.” Your arms tightened around your legs, hands squeezing into the plushness of your thighs. Fear captured your heart in a vice grip, you tried to stop the shaking as you whispered a prayer of help in your mind.
Three little knocks that sounded like canons in your head. His bruised fists tapping against the mahogany. “Please.” it's a low begging that falls from your lips. So soft anyone would miss it but not him. He hears you loud and clear. A sadistic smile twists across his face. “Baby.” he sang out, voice low and rugged. It sent chills down your spine. “Come on baby, open the door okay? It's just me. You know me” his voice was eerily calm and it made bile rise in your throat. You’ve heard him this way before. Once, more subtly but it was there. How could you have not seen the signs? So caught up in the whirlwind of his “love” that you failed to see the monster underneath. Not until it was too late.
It was no use. You berated yourself. Why would you choose to run to the closet, you cornered yourself. And now… Now there was no escaping him. You felt his presence. His broad shoulders taut with tension, hair pulled from his eyes in the low messy bun you used to love so much. Those long slender fingers tapped softly as he flattened his palms against the door, just aching to touch you. He rested his head against the door, heaving a sigh. “Babydoll, whats wrong? What did I do, huh?” he whined. “I just want to fix it.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, more tears falling. You hated the control he had over you. One sentence and you were putty in his hands. Bruises formed on your skin as you forced yourself to stay still. His nails clawed into the wood, anger building underneath his skin as he burned red. “I know you’re scared baby but you don't have to be. I’m here. They can’t hurt you anymore.” he croaked, a laugh coasting each syllable. He believed every word he said. He was protecting you, that's all. Making a world where no one could ever hurt you again. He was all you needed to be safe. You just had to let him in so he could prove that to you. “Why won’t you let me in?” his voice sounded so broken and it hurt you to your core. But you knew better. You couldn’t sink back into the pit you had drug yourself out of. He paced the floor of your bedroom, black scuffed boots marking up your wool carpet. “I don’t understand you. I’m trying to protect you baby.” his voice cracked. “You’re scaring me.” you finally spoke to him. His head snapped to the door. He rushed forward pressing against it again. It's as if his heat radiated from his body and into the wood, his quick actions seared into your skin. “No, no that's not true. I’m protecting you. You just have to let me that's all. Come on baby open the door.” You heard him shake the door knob and your fear spiked.
“I- “ He started huffing slightly. You can’t see the pout on his lips. “I don’t want to be harsh with you baby but I need you to open the door.” He cooed. “No.” His jaw tightened and before he realized his hands slam against the wood as he screams your name, voice raw and raspy. Your heart jumps and you rushed away, crawling into a dark closet. “No. Nononono I’m sorry sweetie. Just… just open up for me. Open the door before I do, okay?” He spoke gently to you as he had always done. But it didn't comfort you like it used to. Instead it made you want to scream. “I can’t Eren.” You sobbed. His nostrils flared in agitation but the smile doesn’t fade from his lips. He reminded himself that you loved his smile. He had to wear it for you to feel safe. “O-okay. No worries. Just…” he paused for a moment, stepping back from the door. “We will do it together. Like everything else, just you and me.” He dropped his head back and released a breath into the air. “Okay. Here we go.” It was meant to be reassuring. But it pierced your skin like needles. “One.” He whispered. You frantically searched around for something, anything you could use to help you. “Two.” He tried to give you time. Time to make the right decision. But you. His sweet stubborn girl, he should’ve known better.
You just needed a push from him like always. “Fuck it.” He gritted stepping back. You heard the wood splinter as his foot drove through the door. You attempted to crawl past him but there’s no use. His fingers gripped the back of your neck as he lifted you from the ground. Your feet flailed about as you attempted to sling your body from his grasp but your back landed harshly against your bed. His weight overwhelmed you and your eyes met his. The normal green hue practically erased with black from how blown out his pupils were.
“Eren, please.” you begged. Your nails clawed into his hands, sharp scratches drawing blood to mix with his already crimson stained fingers. “You promised.” He said sweetly, his fingers tightening around your neck as he forced your gaze forward him. “You said you were mine baby. Remember? You were meant to be mine. T-that's what you said.” He squeezed tighter. You took in short, quick breaths to try and alleviate the pain. “You’re hurting me.” You cried out. Eren’s eyes focus on yours, head tilted in confusion. “I would never hurt you, baby doll. I love you.” He widened his already tight smile, teeth clenched in pain. Droplets of blood stained his face. Your breath was fading, eyes threatening to roll in the back of your head.
“E-er…” you sputtered out. Life drained from your eyes but the tears wouldn’t stop. How did you not see it before. The signs must’ve been there. “Don’t worry baby.” He smiled, his hand gently brushing your hair from your face. “When you wake up. It will all be over. And you’ll be safe. And we will be together.” His crooked smile was the last thing you saw before you blacked out. “I promise.” He whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to your swollen lips.
I think we forget sometimes that we can write complex characters. Like I can write Nerd!Ony who also happens to be a dedicated athlete. He’s super studious because he knows his mama don’t play about his grades and he lives in a “bad grades, no sports” household. So nerd!ony decided to skip the party to stay in his dorm and study. Nerd!Ony is doing so so good until his girlfriend calls him on FaceTime and causes a bit of a distraction….
P/S: Team Akuta has noticed that Enjin has been acting really strange lately and they think they finally figured out why
WC: 2K +
A/N: This got stuck in my head so here you go. Enjin x reader, this is black reader! Black coded. Reader and Semiu are twins. Reader vital instrument is a gold grill with fangs that connect across her teeth. Her VI works similar to her sister but she can manipulate and bend perception and time. this is SFW so no flags. Finally getting my first gachiakuta fic out of the way cause I have so many ideas for this man omfg....
grillz visual inspo, one, two, three
“Here me out. I think Enjin is in a relationship.”
The words create a standstill at the table as all eyes turn to Rudo. His voice echoes louder than intended. Tone caressing the grease stained walls as the conversation seemingly levitates from the table. Forks slow. A raspy cough rings in the air. Weights shift in rickety chairs and ears that weren’t meant to listen perk up. Team Akuta’s table had just become the most interesting thing in the dining hall. “What?” Riyo lets out head tilting to the side as she stares at her youngest teammate.
Your eyes dart from person to person as you continue to sip your drink. Your vital instrument purrs against your teeth. A simple vibration responding to the emotional pressure that is slowly filling the air. The gold fanged grill sits snug against your teeth as reeling to the echoes of emotions, attempting to pry the truth from the air. Your swipe your tongue across it slowly.
Riyo leans forward, planting her scrawny elbows against the table, green eyes sharp as she stares forward, “Don’t look at me like that!” Rudo screeches. Zanka releases a heavy sigh, “Rudo what the hell are you yelling about?” His tired eyes slowly drag over. “She’s looking at me like I am insane!” he whines. “Well, aren’t you.” Zanka’s voice croons as he drops his head into his hand. Your lips press together to hold in your smile as the poor boy’s face drops. “You guys I’m serious. Enjin has been acting strange lately. Like yesterday for example.” he yells with a sense of urgency. “If you're talking about him jumping off the side of that building with no rope then…” Riyo starts but he cuts her off. “No, that's oddly normal for him. I mean what happened after.” Your eyes flicker up. Just enough for you to hear what the white haired boy was saying.
“He seems…calmer somehow. L-like he is anchored.” Rudo stutters out in hopes of getting his peers to understand him.
“Hm.” Riyo’s eyes shifts as she thinks on it for a moment. “You know Rudo, I think you might be onto something.” she speaks. Zanka looks between the two of them. “Not you too.” he huffs. “It's bad enough I have to deal with Rudo’s hysterics but now you’re doing it too. What is in the air today?” he lets out. “I mean think about it Zanka. Enjin’s been more reserved in a way. He has been taking care of himself.” Riyo maps out. You take a sip of your drink again. “Yeah! And he actually thinks through his decisions,. I hear him mumbling more to himself lately.” Riyo gestures vaguely with her spoon. “It’s like he’s anchored. Like there’s something pulling him back every time he almost goes too far.” “Or,” Zanka counters, “he finally learned consequences.” Everyone stares at him. “…Okay, yeah, no,” he admits.
“People can change.” you speak up as you lean back into your seat. Your eyes scan the table at the different faces. Your eyes find Semiu who smirks at you. Her glasses tilted lightly on her face. Your eyes revert back to the other at the table. “I don't understand how you’re so calm about this.” Riyo turns her suspicions to you. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I shrug. “Because this is Enjin,” she says. “He’s our leader. His actions are how we react. If someone gets close, we should know! What if the raiders find out. They can use this person as leverage.” Rudo lets out. His voice pitched up an octave. Semi breaks her bread in half. She hasn’t spoken a word about the entire situation, allowing it to all play out. Her eyes connect with yours for a brief moment before going back to her book.
“I overheard him the other day you know.” Riyo exhales. Your eyes slant towards her, the hum beneath your lips deepening. “It that so.” you smile, one of the golden fangs protruding from underneath your lip.
Zanka nearly chokes on his food. “Overheard what?” She leans in closer. “I was walking past his room the other day and I heard him talking.” Riyo’s eyes shift from left to right slightly uncomfortable. “His door was cracked. I wasn’t trying to listen.” Zanka can’t help but roll his eyes “Everyone says that.” She glares at him, pointing the end of her spoon in his direction. “I heard him talking. It was low and his voice was calm, almost caring.” Rudo’s brows pulls together in a frown. “Talking to who?” She scoffs at his ignorance.
“Obviously, I couldn’t see who it was,” Riyo says. “But I heard him say, ‘I know. I’ll be careful.’” Zanka’s mouth drops open and his eyes widen at her words. “And then,” she continues, “‘I’ll be back soon. Don’t wait up for me.’”
The silence is heavy. A thick coating of different emotions fill the air. Hearts racing and eyes shifting from left to right. Even members from other teams have leaned in to eavesdrop on the conversation. Zanka is the one to break the silence. “That’s like… illegal.” Rudo rubs his face. “That’s intimate.” Riyo chirps. “It almost feels…domestic,” Zanka adds. “Who the hell could have domesticated Enjin.” Your soft chuckle coasts from under your breath. Riyo’s head snaps to you. “Seriously y/n this isn’t funny. We are really concerned for him.” she breaths out a sight through her nose. “Enjin is a big boy. I’m sure he can handle himself.” you speak. “You’re assuming vulnerability from Enjin based on one sentence.” Semi speaks, her gaze flickering between the three of them. You glance at her. She meets your eyes for half a second longer than necessary. The humming had settles softly within you although the tension was still coating the air. But before another sentence can be uttered, the door swings open.
Slow, calculated footsteps hit the floor as the sound amplifies. The air shifts as it always does when he enters a room. You don’t look yet. You don’t need to. Enjin walks in like he owns the damn place. His presence is always felt before it's seen. His eyes scan the table, the widened eyes, stiff shoulders, half eaten food. He raises a brow. “What the hell are you guys looking at?” There was a silence layered with anxiousness. He stood there waiting patiently.
“Are you in a relationship?”
Everyone’s heads snap to Riyo. Her question had been louder than she intended and now all eyes were on Team Akuta. Enjin stops, golden eyes blinking. Then laughs. Loudly. Completely unbothered. “Whoa.” he says leaning down over the seat next to you. “You’re not my type.”
Her mouth drops open and chaos erupts. “ENJIN!” Rudo gasps aloud. “THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!” “YOU DIDN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION!” His team’s voices carry through each table, ears and eyes tuned in to the chaos of the Akuta show. Zanka’s hand slam down on the table. “Deflection!” he cries out. Your lips press together and you exhale slowly through your nose to keep yourself from bursting in laughter. “Admit it Enjin! There is someone there.” Rudo lets out. “Yeah, I heard you talking all soft behind your room door. Now spill!” Riyo chimes back in, finally recovering from his earlier statement. Enjin’s eyes flicker to the side of your face. You try your best to hold it in. “Don’t deny it. I even heard you whispering the L word.” she points her bony fingers at him. Gasps erupt at the accusation.
“I told you someone heard you.”
A wave of shock crosses the room as everyone turns to none other than…you.
Enjin’s head drops with a chuckle. “Damn,” he says walking closer to you. “Guess the walls here are too thin.” He leans down closer, his tattooed hand coming up and gripping your chin as he pressers his lips softly against your forehead. “Hey wifey.” he says softly before plopping down in the seat next to you, his arm falling against the back of your chair.
The dining hall detonates with voices.
Riyo’s jaw drops. “You?”
“You’re married?!”
“Since when?!”
Your demeanor cracks as you gift him a smile, golden fangs from your vital instrument, Nelly, flashing at him. Enjin pulls you closer to him as he directs his attention to the rest of his team. “So is this the pressing conversation you all were having about me?” he asks. “You wanted to know about my wife?” he asks. “Wait, you didn't mean that figuratively. You’re actually married.” Rudo whispers. “Have been for years.” Enjin shrugs. Riyo stares. “You’re the one he was talking to in the room that night.” You give her a nod.
Rudo looks between you and Enjin slowly. As if his brain was recalibrating the situation “…Married,” he repeats more to himself than anyone else. Enjin hums. “Mm-hmm.” Zanka snaps his head up just enough to glare. “Don’t mm-hmm us. How do you hide an entire marriage front our team.” Semiu sits back and crosses her arms. “I’m surprised it took you so long to figure out.” she says. “Well excuse us, we all can't see the future.” Zannka pouts. “Oh I didn't need to see the future. I was there when it happened.” she states matter of factly. More shock fills the room. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Rudo screams out. “I mean who would miss their twin sisters wedding.” she says as she kicks her feet up on the chair next to her. “Sister?!” Riyo nearly faints. “What the hell as today turned into.” Zanka groans.
Rudo finally exhales. “Okay. Okay.” He rubs his face. “Let’s back up a bit here so I can understand.” “I’m with Rudo on this one,” Zanka says. Rudo takes a breath trying to process it. He hasn’t been with the cleaners long but he’s for sure been on the team well over a year now.. “So how…how long has this been a thing?” Riyo clips onto his sentence “And how married are we talking?” Enjin snorts as he responds with a simple, “Very.” Zanka’s eyes roll. “That gives us nothing.” Rudo clears his throat. “Legally?” Enjin tilts his head at his youngest team member with a smile. “Legally, physically, mentally, Spiritually, Practically, Permanently. All of the “ly”s you can think of.” “That's not a good answer!” Riyo whines. “Enjin, play nice.” you press your elbow into his side. He rolls his eyes playfully. “Fine, it's been…a while. Before some of you joined the team actually.” Zanka nearly snaps his neck with how fast he looks to his leader. “YOU’VE BEEN MARRIED THIS WHOLE TIME!?” his voice shoots up three octaves.
“Were we just not important enough for you to tell us this information?” Riyo lets out. Her shock stuck to her features. “It wasn’t important enough information to tell.” Enjin grins widely. “You tell us when you change socks!” Zanka’s exasperation shows through his actions. “Those are operational decisions.” Enjin smirks. Poor Zanka damn near cries and he releases a laugh. “I hate that that makes sense.” You lean back and revel in the chaos of tema akuta much like the other tables around you. “And you didn't help! You sat here with us the whole time!” Riyo shifts to you. You smirk softly. “Yeah. A-and you didn't say a thing. You just let us talk.” Zanka hops in. “You were wrong,” you reply calmly. Riyo squints her eyes at you. “We were right.” “About him being in a relationship, yes” you say. “But not about anything else.” Your eyes fall to Rudo who just stares at you. You nod at him, giving him the courage to speak up. “You’re really married to Enjin?” You smile bright at him. “Yupp.” Zanka leans back, staring at the ceiling. “I knew there was something suspicious about her.” Enjin laughs out loud again. “You think she’s the suspicious one?” he says with a look. Riyo folds her arms. “You hid a whole wife.” “I hid my personal life,” Enjin corrects. “There’s a difference.”
“I can’t believe this. We fought with you. Dined with you. Live under the same roof and none of us managed to figure this out until now.” Zanka exhales. “Yeah, you would think you guys would’ve been more perspective.” Enjin shrugs. “She practically lives in my room.” “Speaking of,” you turn to him. “You clearly need ot make sure you are closing the door tighter at night.” you give him a look and he responds by pressing a nother kiss to your forehead. Riyo looks at you again, expression complicated. “You know what loving him means down here.” she says softy. “I do.” you nod. “Yet, you chose to do it anyway?” she asks. “He chose me first.” You say. “And I always will.” Enjin chimes in. “Wow, our chaotic leader. A husband.” Enjin smiles. His team notices it now. The way his shoulders are relaxed. His body isn’t tense. There is a softness to his features and gentle look in his eyes. Yet, his hands still wrap around your protectively.
“So,” Rudo pops back in. “How did you two meet?” Everyone’s attention everts back to you. Enjin gives the widest smile they have ever seen. “She almost killed me,” he says.
“WHAT?!”
“IT KEEPS GETTING WORSE!?”
“That actually makes sense..”
The conversation continues as you sit back and enjoy your husband’s antics with his team. Semiu stands, gathering her things. She pauses beside you, voice quiet. “He is never going to live this down, you know that right..” You glance over to him as he continues to tease around answers to their questions. “I know it.” you laugh softly. Semiu shakes her head, amused. “That’s your man.” You grant her a wide smile. “That he is.”
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Dick Grayson x black southern reader because I can’t get it out of my head so enjoy. May make it a full fic. Not sure yet.
“So let me get this straight?” Your cousin speaks and your head drops back with a groan. “You’re dating a white boy…” You hear the snickers from your aunties and mother around the kitchen island. “And his name…is Dick?” I knew they wouldn’t let me live this down you think to yourself. “First of all his name is Richard. Dick is just a…family nickname.” You attempt to explain to her. “Right. And he goes by it willingly?” At that you even let out a laugh. “Okay, okay. I get it.” You toss your hands to the hair in false surrender before leaning back over the counter to finish helping with dinner. It was a tradition for all the women in your family to get together and prep dinner while the men worked outside setting everything up. Moments like this are what you loved being from a big southern family. “Where you meet this boy anyway? We got plenty of boys around here you could’ve chose?” Your nana cuts in, tossing the shell of the peas she just shucked onto the floor. Corn husks, flour, and the like all decorating the wood floors. “We met at a banquet that my job was having. He…” you bite into your lip unsure of how much to really reveal about him. “His family’s banquet. They sponsored it.” You shrug. “Don’t make no sense. Done went and picked up some scrawny little thang from the city.” Nana shakes her head. “Dick isn’t scrawny and he is a good man. He’s sweet and caring and I really want him to have a good time when he comes.” You urge, pleading lacing your voice. This would be the first time Dick gets to meet your family and while he was as calm as ever, you were a train wreck. Your family is not subtle by any means and you know how they get when someone brings a date over. And Dick was nothing like the guys you’d brought over before. In many ways. “Oh hush mama. Don’t worry baby.” Your mom says to you “I’m sure he is a nice young man. And everybody will try to be on their best behavior.” She offers you a reassuring smile. Just then the doorbell rings and you tense up. “I’ll get it!” You call dusting your hands and rushing to the front door before anyone else could get to him. Dick stood at the door patiently, flowers and wine in hand. He had dressed for the occasion substituting the three piece for a simple pair of jeans, some boots, and a black fitted tee that hugged him just right. Seeing him makes some inside you church but you try to tone it down. “Hey birdie. You look beautiful.” He says as smooth as ever, flowers titled towards you. “Hey baby.” You smile, leaning up to plant a kiss under him chin. “You going to invite me in?” He teases. You blink a few times, registering the question before playfully swatting his chest. He grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers together as he steps inside the door. “You ready?” You ask more to yourself than to him. “It’s going to be fine birdie. Okay.” He tilts your eyes to meet his, that calm gaze coating you with comfort. “Right.” You release a quick breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”