I go by Charmed or Dee... Call me either one. It's your preference.
I'm a 28, country ass black girl and I truly love to write Fan-fics for fun.
I'm a huge wrestling fan. Been one, since 3 years old. (thanks to my aunt)💪🏽
My biggest weakness was writing for many, many, many years, but over the past few years, I've grown to like it a bit more. (Especially, since I can get to write about things that I actually love or get inspired by.)
S/N: Don't ask me to help with a research paper... cause... I HATE them. (Not saying I wouldn't mind helping, but..uh...the thought of them just....Yeeeeah... 🙂↔️😬) LMAO🤣
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I've had Tumblr for years, but only been on here to read, repost and like shit.🫣
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~ Charmed🤎
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*= Smut included.
💙 everything
💙 We Might Even Be Falling In Love
💙 WY@ *
💙 Clothes Off *
💙 Speechless *
💙 S.O.S (Sex On Sight) *
💙 Wrap Me Up (Christmas Special) *
💙 Unloyal
💙 Throw It Away (Pt 2 of Unloyal)
💙 No Love
💙 You Deserve
💙 To My Bed *
💙 Unthinkable *
💙 Hot Girl
💙 Same Lingerie
🧡 Bitter *
🧡 Bigger In Texas
🧡 Where Them Girls At?*
🧡 Pressurelicious *
🧡 Cognac Queen*
🧡Quickie*
🧡 Nasty Work*
🧡 Dirty*
🧡 Trading Places*
🧡 Planez *
🧡 Wild Side*
🧡 I Hope It's You
💜 Smoke + Mirrors*
💜 Addikted
🖤 Natural*
🖤 Lemme See*
🤍 Miss it*
🤍 Lovers & Friends*
🤍 Situationship *
🤍 Burning Blue
🤍 Dive*
🤍 Under The Influence*
🤍 Pornstar *
🤍 worst behavior*
🖤 Promises
🖤 Talk you through it*
🖤 Melt *
🖤 Chasin' *
🥀 Flush 'em
Heyy first of all how are you? Second im soo in love with all your fanfics about nima boy and the way you write like yk the detail like come on🤭 I have an idea its for a cute fluff though:
We get our nails done and also a small 'E' or 'B' initial tattoo on our ring finger near where the nail is so it's not too big and in your face yk and he comes home and we're asleep as we were tired but it's afternoon time and he comes down to lay next to us and tries not to wake us up but he sees the new nails we just got done so he takes our left hand to see them better and also sees the little initial
andd you can do the rest 😂
AND I
Reader|
The acrylic monomer scent alway lingered a bit after a nail appointment, but looking down at a fresh, crisp set make it entirely worth it.
I tapped my short almond shaped nails against the steering wheel admiring the flawless white my nail tech had laid down. They were clean, elegant and the perfect contrast against my brown skin. But as I pulled out the salon parking lot and headed toward the nearest tattoo parlor, my phone buzzed in the cup holder.
I hit the answer button, the call instantly connecting to my Bluetooth.
"Bitch! Tell me you not really doing this," My best friend, Asia asked. Her voice booming through the car speakers, a mix of disbelief and pure entertainment.
"I'm literally on the way to the shop right now,"I laughed, checking my mirrors.
"Girl, you crazy as shit," she wheezed. "You getting his name on your finger? And, yall been together for what, a year? What if he freaks out?"
"It's not even his whole name, Asia. It's just his initial, E." I argued, laughing as I pulled into a spot outside the tattoo shop. "And it's going to be right by my cuticle on my ring finger. It's tiny. IF we break up, I'll just tell people it stands for... Energy. Or Excellence."
"Please. You so down bad for this man," Asia scoffed, though I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Ed gonna lose his damn mind. Call me as soon as it's done."
A few minutes later, I was sitting in a hydraulic chair, the buzz of tattoo guns echoing throughout the space.
Asia wasn't entirely wrong, and as the artist prepped the needle, a sudden wave of nerves hit the back of my throat. Getting a man's initial or name tattooed on your body was universally flagged as risky move.
It was the ultimate "down bad" or "bird" behavior.
But as the artist pressed the stencil right below my cuticle, looking like a tiny, elegant promise next to my fresh white acrylics, my mind naturally drifted to Edwin.
This wasn't just some random boyfriend. This was the man who held me down, held me like I was made of gold, who listened to me ramble, and who had already started weaving me into his future.
Just last week, whole we were tangled up in bed watching some random movie, he'd casually brought up what kind of house he wanted us to buy one day, and how many kids he could see us running around with. He didn't just love me for the right now, he loved me for the long haul.
"Ready?" the artist asked, looking up from the stencil.
"Ready," I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut as the sharp, hot sting of the needle finally touched my skin.
It burned, right on that tender spot near the nail bed, but the excitement building in my chest completely drowned it out.
Every little prick of pain felt a secret I couldn't wait to share with him.
Edwin was so gentle, so fiercely protective of us, I knew this would absolutely undo him in the best way possible.
The whole process tool less than five minutes. When the artist wiped away the excess ink and placed a small piece of clear Saniderm over it, I couldn't stop staring. It was perfect
A delicate, bold little E that popped beautifully against my brown skin, sitting right next to the crisp white nail.
By the time I drove home and unlocked the front door, the midday heat and adrenaline crash hit me like a wall. The house was quiet.
Ed's car wasn't in my driveway yet, meaning he was still at the PC.
My eyelids felt heavy, completely weighed down by the afternoon slump.
Kicking off my shoes, I padded upstairs to the bedroom, the cool AC instantly soothing my skin. I crawled straight under my velvet blanket, totally exhausted, and let sleep pull me under within minutes, my left hand resting gently right on the pillow next to my face.
The faint, rumble of the garage opening slowly broke through the fog of my nap. It closed back, before I heard the door to enter the house from the garage opened and then closed. Then the heavy thumps of his footsteps making their way up the stairs.
I didn't open my eyes, too deeply comfortable to move, but I knew that walk from anywhere. The bedroom door clicked open softly, and a second later, the mattress dipped low and slow as Edwin's massive frame settled onto the space beside me.
He was trying to be so quiet, holding his breath as he shifted his weight so he wouldn't disturb me. I felt the warmth radiating off his body befire he even touched me, the faint scent of him immediately wrapping arond me like a blanket.
Hovering right on the edge of sleep. I felt his large, warm hand slide across the blanket. His thick fingers gently brushed against my left wrist, carefully lifting my hand up to get a closer look at the fresh nails I'd text him about earlier. His thumb lightly traced the smooth, crisp edge of the white almond shape, a soft, amused chuckle vibrating in his chest.
Then, his thumb slid just a fraction of an inch lower, catching on the edge of the plastic Saniderm tape.
He froze.
The silence in the room became heavy, thick with his sudden, undivided focus. I kept my breathing perfectly even, forcing my face to stay relaxed even as my heart started to hammer against my ribs. He shifted closer, his shadow falling over my face as he leaned down, his eyes entirely locked onto the tiny black script staring back at him from ring finger.
His grip on my wrist tightened just a fraction, his thick fingers trembling ever so slightly as the sheer weight of what he was looking at finally hit him.
"Yo... no fucking way," Edwin breathed, his voice dropped into a low whisper.
I couldn't hold it anymore. My eyelids fluttered open, the dim afternoon light filtering through our blinds and catching the sharp, beautiful angles of his face.
He was hovering right over me.
When he noticed my eyes were open, his gaze snapped up to mine, a mixture of pure disbelief.
He didn't let go of my wrist, his thumb still hovering just a millimeter above the fresh Saniderm. "Mama… tell me you didn't just do what I think you did."
"Depends," I murmured, a sleepy, teasing smile finally breaking across my face. I stretched slightly under the warm blanket, the contrast of his radiating body heat making me melt deeper into the sheets. "What I do?"
"Stop playing with me," he chuckled, but the sound was shaky. He brought my hand closer to his face, his eyes tracing the clean, delicate curve of the E sitting proudly against my rich brown skin, framed perfectly by the crisp white acrylics. "An E? Right here? On your ring finger, huh?"
"Asia told me I was crazy," I said softly, looking up at him. "She asked me what I’m gonna do if we break up."
Edwin’s eyebrows furrowed, a fierce, protective look instantly taking over his features. He leaned down lower, his chest pressing against mine through the heavy blanket, his scent of fresh air and expensive cologne completely enveloping me.
"Break up? Who said anything about breaking up?" he muttered, his lips brushing against my jawline as he spoke, his chin hair scratching pleasantly against my skin. "You stuck with me, hermosa. I already told you that. But this..." He looked back down at the tiny tattoo. "...this is crazy. You really put my initial on you."
"Because I'm that down bad for you, Edwin," I confessed, my voice dropping to a soft, honest whisper. "And because I know where we’re heading anyway."
That did it. A radiant smile broke across his face, his gold chain clinking softly as he shook his head, completely undone. He pinned my hand gently to the pillow next to my head, intertwining his thick fingers with mine, careful not to press too hard on the fresh ink.
"Yeah, we are," he vowed, his voice dropping into that deep, gravelly register that always made my stomach flip. He leaned down, pressing a slow, heavy, lingering kiss to my lips, tasting like the cool water he’d probably just chugged downstairs. He pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me breathless. "We locked in fo'real now. We locked in forever."
He kissed me again, deeper this time, his large frame settling fully over mine in the quiet, warm afternoon, making me feel completely safe, completely cherished, and utterly his.
Bronco👀. Finding out we're pregnant while we're in the bathroom together nervous and all its all cute😌.. Like how do we not want a baby with him i mean have you seen his fine ass😝
Author's note: This is another request, I got a few more to go. But, I would like to let yall know for future reference, to make yall request(s) a little more detailed please.
I know I'll make them detailed regardless, but I just want to make sure I stay on topic when writing cause... whew.. but help a sister out LMAO!
Anyhow!, here's a little fluff for yall.
Enjoy babies!
Forever My Lady
READER|
For the third time this week, I was sitting on the kitchen counter with my legs swinging, drizzling one of his favorite sauces over a bowl of peach cobbler. It didn't even make sense.
The spice of the chili and the tang of the apricot pulp hitting the sweet, buttery crust should have made me gag, especially with the wave of nausea that had been riding shotgun in my throat since Monday. But right then, it was the ONLY thing that sounded remotely edible.
I was so exhausted my eyelids felt like lead weights a deep bone-weary exhaustion that had me napping at two in the afternoon and still sleeping ten hours a night.
"Reina, you're out here eating like a pregnant lady. What kinda concoction is that?"
I jumped, nearly dropping the Chamoy bottle. Ed was leaning against the kitchen doorframe. His entire six-foot-six body nearly feeling the space. He was wearing his gray Nike sweats, and a black t-shirt. His brown eyes were fixed on my bowl, a crease formed between his thick brows.
"I-uh– I was craving this..." I mumbled, licking a drop of red sauce off my thumb. "And it's good. Don't knock it 'til you try it."
"Naaah, baby. I been peepin' how you been movin' for the past week and a half. You been sleepin' deep as hell." he stated while making his was over, "And you threw up yesterday mornin' cause the smell of your coffee, which you NEVER haver issues with– smelled weird."
By a few more steps he was stood in between my knees, his hands coming to rest gently on my hips. The warmth of his skin always made my chest tighten in the best way. "Plus, you put Tajin on your eggs yesterday, too. Tajin, Mami. On eggs. Who does that?"
I opened my mouth to argue, to tell him he was trippin', but the words died in my throat. The moment I thought back...
My cycle was late. Not just a couple a days late. I mean Late Late. Like 2 weeks late.
Ed saw it on my face. The exact second the math started math-ing in my head. His eyes softened, a slow, gorgeous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Those beautiful dimples deepening.
"Mhmm, thats what I thought. Let's slide, Princesa."
I swallowed and raised an eyebrow, "Where we going?"
"Where you think, crazy girl?" He chuckled, his hands sliding from my hips to cup the back of my thighs as he easily lifted me down from the counter. My feet hit the floor, but he didn't let me go, keeping me caged against his chest. "We slidin' to Walgreens. Gotta get you some of them sticks so we can see what's really good with you."
"Edwin, stop playin'," I said, my voice barely a whisper as my heart started doing double-time. "What if it's just... a fluke? Maybe just stress. You know I been working a lot." I tried to reassure him, and myself that it was just that.
He leaned down, pressing a warm, lingering kiss right on the temple of my silk-wrapped edges. "Ain't no stress makin' you eat Chamoy on cobbler, mi amor. Come on. Go grab your slides."
Ten minutes later, we were in his car. My stomach was in knots as we drove down Orlando Ave. My knees were shaking so bad I had to press my palms flat against them. Ed noticed immediately. He shifted his right hand from the steering wheel to me left knee, over my hand. Rubbing gently circles with his thumb on the back of it.
"Breathe, mami.," He murmured, "I got you. Whatever the results are. We good. I got you, I got us."
I looked over at him. The evening sun was hitting the side of his face, highlighting his sharp jawline. His braids were pulled back. He looked calm. Like nothing in this world could shake him.
I took a deep breath, letting his warmth seep into my bones, and nodded, "I hear you."
When we pulled up to Walgreens and walked in, he didn't even let me look. He walked straight to the family planning isle, immediately grabbing two of the most expensive, fool proof tests on the shelf.
"We ain't squinting at no lines," he declared, tossing them into the little hand basket. "Gotta get the ones that spell it out for us."
I looked down at the two boxes sitting lonely at the bottom of the plastic basket. The bold print of the word DIGITAL stared back at me, and a sudden wave of self-consciousness hit me. The thought of walking up to the cash register with nothing but pregnancy tests made my face hot.
"Babe, wait," I whispered, grabbing his forearm. His biceps flexed under my touch, solid as marble. "We can't just buy only this. It's... I don't know, it feels awkward. Like we're putting our whole business on display."
Ed looked down at me, a lazy, amused grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His deep dimples popped, making him look more like a lovesick teenager. "For real, baby? Ain't nobody checking for us like that. People buy these every day."
"I don't care," I muttered, tugging on his arm to pull him out of the aisle. "We're not going up there with just this. Besides, we actually need some stuff around the house anyway. Let's make it look like a regular run."
He let out a low, rumbling chuckle that vibrated right against my side, but he didn't protest. He just let me lead him down the next aisle, his arm dropping to rest comfortably around my waist, his fingers digging into my hip.
"Alright, alright, whatever makes you feel better, princesa," he teased, his dark eyes sparkling. "What we getting then?"
"We need lotion," I said, steering him toward the skincare aisle. I grabbed a pump bottle of Palmer's Cocoa Butter, inhaling the sweet, rich chocolate scent before dropping it into the basket directly over the test boxes. "And body wash. You're almost out of yours."
"Good looking out," he said, reaching up to the top shelf to grab a bottle of his favorite Native body wash. He dropped it in, the heavy bottle successfully burying the pregnancy tests completely.
But I wasn't done. The nervous energy inside me was making me restless, and my stomach chose that exact moment to let out a loud, demanding growl. His eyebrows shot up, a knowing smirk spreading across his face.
"You hungry again? You was just eating Chamoy covered cobbler."
"Hush," I laughed, swatting at him. "My stomach feels empty as hell. I need something sweet. Or salty. Or both."
We wandered out of the aisle, my heart still doing cartwheels, but the task of shopping helped ground me. I pointed toward the snack aisle first. If I was going to be dealing with weird cravings, I might as well lean into it.
"Get those," I said, pointing to a bag of hot Cheetos.
"Mhmm, the extra spicy ones? See, you already proving my point," Ed teased, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he reached up to the top shelf with ease, tossing two bags into the basket. "What else? You need some of that ginger ale for your stomach? I seen you rubbing your chest earlier."
"Yeah, actually. Grab a six-pack."
We made our way to the drink cooler. He was completely dialed into me. He grabbed the ginger ale, then paused, his eyes scanning the candy section right by the register. He reached down and grabbed a king-size bag of Reeses peanut butter cups, my absolute favorite— and tossed them in on top of the pile, completely burying the boxes.
"There," he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed my ear, his deep voice sending a warm shiver down my spine. "Secret agent style. Nobody knows nothing but us."
The distraction worked, but only until the cashier scanned the last item. As Ed slid his card to pay, bagging the stuff himself because he was too impatient to wait, the reality of what was in that plastic bag rushed right back over me.
As we walked back to the car, the sky had turned a deep, dusty purple, the streetlights along Orlando Ave just starting to flicker to life. Ed unlocked the doors, but before he let me climb in, he caught my hand, pulling me back into his space. He pressed his back against the passenger side door, pulling me flush against his chest.
"You good?" he murmured, his hands coming up to cradle my face, his warm thumbs stroking my cheeks. His brown eyes were incredibly soft, holding mine in the dimming light. "No more shaking?"
"I'm okay," I whispered, leaning my face into his hand. "A little less scared now."
"That's my girl," he smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. "Let's go home and see what's good, yeah?"
The moment we walked through the front door, the unmistakable scent of Axe body spray and sweaty socks hit me first.
The TV in the living room was glowing brightly, illuminating the dark space with flashing colors of Fortnite. Sprawled out across the sectional was JJ. His long, lanky legs, which seemed to grow a inch every week, were dangling off he edge of the cushions. Completely locked in.
His backpack was dumped by the front of the console table, his slides next to it.
He looked over for a brief second and pushed one side of his gaming head set off his ear. Looked right at me, clutching the plastic Walgreens bag to my chest like it had confidential information. Ed, who was hovering behind me with a hand resting on the small of my back.
JJ squinted, his dark eyes– so similar to his brothers, bouncing between us. We were stiff. I was practically vibrating with nervous energy.
"Yall good?" JJ asked, his voice cracking slightly on the last syllable. "Yall look like yall just caught a body or something. Moving hella weird."
Before I could muster up the strength to TRY to answer him, Ed was already on it. He didn't miss a beat. He stepped around me, smoothly taking a bag of hot Cheetos from the bag in my arms and tossed it at his brother's chest. "We good, lil bro. Mind ya business. How was practice?"
JJ caught the bag effortlessly, glancing at the chips and then back at us. He shrugged, clearly deciding whatever adult crisis we were having wasn't worth pausing his game for. "It was straight. Coach had us running the field for an hour cause Toni didn't get there on time. After this match, I'm gonna go shower and chill." He slipped his headset back on, dismissing us completely.
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Ed's hand slid from my back to my hip, gently gripping and steering me down the hallway towards our bedroom. Once the door clicked shut behind us, the ambient noise of the video game was muffled, leaving only the sound of my own erratic heartbeat.
"I need a minute," I blurted out, dropping the bag onto our duvet. "I'm gonna take a quick shower first. Just to... just to wash the day off. Then we'll do it. Is that okay with you?"
"Take all the time you need, bonita," Ed said softly, already moving to turn on the bathroom light for me. He pressed a warm, lingering kiss to my forehead. "I'll be right out here."
The shower was a blur of scalding hot water and rising steam. I stood under the spray untl the bathroom mirror completely fogged over, letting the heat seep into my tense muscles. The familiar, scent of my Cashmere Body Wash mixed with his body wash take over, grounding me slightly.
But as I stepped out, wrapping myself in my plush robe and slathering the rich cocoa butter over my damp skin, the reality of what was about to happen next slammed into me all over again. After I put on my yellow striped muumuu, I did what needed to be done.
Walking out of the bathroom, the cool air of the bedroom hit my bare arms.
Ed was sitting on the edge of our king-sized bed, his elbows resting on his knees as his large hands clasped together. He'd been staring at the floor, but the second the bathroom door clicked, his head snapped up.
Eyes locked on me, tracking every step I took. He looked at me like I was the only thing in the room, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.
I walked over to the bed, where I left the Walgreens bag. My fingers were trembling si bad the plastic crinkled loudly as I pulled out the two digital test boxes.
"I'm gonna go back in and... take these," I said, my voice barely a whisper. I squeezed the boxes against my chest, "But don't come in yet, okay?" Let me just.. do that part alone. Then we wait together."
"I got you baby. Take your time," He said, his voice low and raspy. He didn't move from the bed, but his eyes never left mine.
I retreated back into the bathroom, shutting the door just enough to give myself some privacy. The process was a blur of nervous, clumsy movements. The snap of the plastic caps, the agonizingly long seconds of hold the tips in place, and finally, laying both of them side-by-side on a clean, folded paper towel on the marble counter. The little digital hourglasses were already blinking, slowly ticking away the three minutes of our lives.
My chest felt so tight I could barely draw in a full breath. I turned the handle and stepped back into the bedroom.
He was already standing. He moved slow, like he was trying not to spook a deer. When he reached me, he didn't say a word at first. He just wrapped his massive, heavy arms around my waist and pulled me flush against him, burying his face into the side of my neck where the warm scent of the Cashmere body wash and sweet cocoa butter was strongest.
I wrapped my arms around him, letting the seconds tick by. But then, a could, suffocating numbness started creeping into my chest. It was like I was slowly detaching from my own body, my mind spinning out into a hundred different terrifying directions.
What if it's negative and I'm just sick?
What if it's positive and I can't do this?
What if I'm not meant to be a mom?
What if he's not ready?
Ed felt the exact second I went stiff.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his thick brows drawing together when he saw my empty, wide-eyed stare.
"Hey," he murmured, his voice dropping low, into a grounding rumble. "Look at me, mi cielo. Come back to me."
He slid his hands up from my waist to cradle my face, his warm calloused palms cupping my cheeks. The heat of his skin was a shock to my nervous system, forcing my eyes to focus on his. His own eyes were swimming with emotion that he hadn;t even said.
"You drifting, baby. Don't do that," he pleaded gently, his thumbs sweeping soft, reassuring circles across my cheekbones. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."
"I'm scared, Eddie," I whispered, the words finally breaking through the lump in my throat. "I feel like... I'm already failing. What if I mess this up? What if I'm not ready? What if we not ready?"
"Listen to me," Ed said, his voice ringing with absolute, unshakable certainty. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against mine, his braids spilling over my shoulders. "We in this together. 50/50. If them tests come back negative, we good. I’m gonna hold you, we’re gonna order whatever food you want, and we keep it pushing. But if they’ are positive? If there’s a little us in there?"
He let out a soft, chuckle, his dimples cutting deep into his cheeks as he kissed the tip of my nose.
"We locked in regardless, Mami. Fo'real. I’m in your corner no matter what. You won't have to lift a single finger. You want Chamoy on peach cobbler at two in the morning? I’m sliding to the store to get it. Your back hurts? I’m rubbing it until you fall asleep. I’m gonna be right here, holding your hand through every single doctor's visit, every contraction, all of it. You are going to be the most amazing, beautiful mama. I know it. So stop worrying, mi amor. I got you. I got us."
He pressed his lips to mine, lingering just enough to help me calm my nerves a bit. He breathed his own calm straight into me. Always knowing how to pour into me , shattering the cold numbness that had taken over my chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding onto him like he was my anchor in the middle of a storm.
We stayed like that, wrapped in each other's warmth, until the sharp, high-pitched ringtone of my phone timer echoed from the bathroom.
My heart did a violent flip against my ribs. Ed didn't let go of my face. He just squeezed it, his grip firm but soft and steady.
"Ready?" he whispered.
I took a deep breath, looking up into his warm, brown eyes. "Siempre."
Always.
Our fingers tangled together, his massive hand swallowing mine as we took those few slow steps back into the humid bathroom. The mirror was still partially fogged, but the digital screens on the vanity were clear as day under the bright vanity lights.
My chest felt tight, a physical pressure building behind my ribs. I couldn't even bring myself to look down yet. I kept my eyes locked on the collar of Ed’s black t-shirt, counting the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart against my temple as he wrapped his other arm securely around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. He felt like an anchor holding me to the earth.
"I got you, baby," he whispered against my hair, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "On three. One... two... three."
I forced my gaze down to the marble counter.
On both of the little digital screens, the blinking hourglasses were gone. In their place, in bold, unmistakable black letters, were the words:
PREGNANT
The air left my lungs in a sharp, quiet gasp. My hand flew to my mouth, my knees going so weak that if Ed didn't have his arm locked around my waist, I would have slipped straight to the floor. The tears I’d been fighting back all evening finally broke, hot and fast, blurring the clean white plastic of the tests into a watery haze.
Beside me, Ed went completely still.
For a second, the only sound in the bathroom was my own shallow breathing. Then, I heard him let out a long, trembling breath, a sound so thick with emotion it made my heart ache. He slowly dropped his chin to my shoulder, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
His broad shoulders shook. I felt the warm, damp press of his tears against my collarbone before I even heard him make a sound.
"Ay dios," he breathed, his voice cracking, completely stripped of its usual deep, cadeance It was just raw, pure awe. "Look at that, Reina. Look at what we did."
He turned me in his arms, his massive hands coming down to rest flat against my stomach, his long fingers spreading wide across the yellow stripes of my muumuu. The heat radiating from his palms felt like it was soaking straight through to my skin, warming me from the inside out.
"My baby having my baby," he whispered, the words sounding heavy, sweet and completely reverent against my skin.
sHe slid his hands slowly up my waist, pulling me so close there wasn’t a single inch of space left between us. I could feel the rapid, hard thud of his heart knocking against my own chest, matching the frantic beat of mine.
"We having a baby," he laughed, a wet, breathless sound that vibrated straight through his chest. He pulled his head back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes completely bloodshot and swimming with tears, his deep dimples carving so hard into his cheeks they looked like brackets around his smile. "We really got a little one on the way, princesa. Fo'real."
"We really do," I sobbed, a fresh wave of tears spilling over my lashes as a laugh finally bubbled up past my lips. I reached up, my hands burying into the thick, neat braids at the back of his neck to pull him down to me. "You're gonna be a dad, Eddie. A real-life papi."
"And you're gonna be the most beautiful mami in this whole world," he murmured, his face glowing with a pride so fierce and absolute it made my chest ache in the best way possible.
Before I could even reply, he bent his knees and scooped me up, lifting me effortlessly. My feet dangled completely off the cold bathroom tile as he held me tight against his broad, solid frame, rocking us slowly side to side in the middle of the steam-filled room. He was kissing my forehead, my temple, the bridge of my nose, and finally my lips—tasting like the salty warmth of our tears and the sweetest, deepest relief I’d ever known.
"I love you so much," he breathed against my mouth, his warm hands spreading wide over my muumuu, cradling my stomach like he was already protecting the tiny life growing inside. "Both of you. I got us forever, mi vida. I promise."
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, listening to the quiet, steady hum of his breathing, the last lingering trace of my anxiety finally drifted away.
We were locked in. And with him in my corner, there wasn't a single thing we couldn't handle.
Heyy how are you we're so glad you're back you were missed girly🤍 i was one of those who got worried cuz i was like she just came back but maybe something happened like yk but i didn't message anyone though😂 Any plans to when you're gonna drop the ffs👀 I've got so many ideas for the man honestly but I'm not gonna request yet cuz you did say a while back you had a long list so just let us know when and I'll request😈
Thank youu
Hey babyyyy! I'm happy to be back. I truly appreciate yall for checking in on me☺️. Life just keeps hitting me with shit, and I needed to step away.
And, I hope not!
Which reminds me...
Just for future reference, If I'm gone for days, weeks, possibly, even months.. PLEASE DO NOT BOTHER other writers. I know some of yall think we talk a lot but most of the time we don't. Nor, do we know each other personally.
But, as far as these fics dropping. I'm slowly working on things, I still don't know when they'll be dropped but they'll be dropped SOONER than later.
As far as accepting requests, I'm still NOT taking any. My list is soo f*cking long but I'm getting there...
Just put them in a note or stashed away for me... please!
I, Thank you for your patience!
Be on stand by.
Hii how are you im not sure if you are taking requests but if you are then an all fluff double date yk us and mr. Nima and his brother and our younger sister cuz i feel like that would be so cute and fun just having a picnic near a waterfall and resting having family time both couples sharing kisses holding hands🥰
(where we've been together since we were 13 and now we're 27 almost 28 so we've together for almost 15 years like yk childhood sweethearts and we've seen our siblings grow together and now fall in love)
Idk if that's too much or disgusting tell me😂😭
Author's note: I tweaked this a little bit for you. I didn't include the kids kissing and such because welll... they kids LMAO!
But, this is as fluffy as it can get fr.
I hope yall enjoy! ☺️
Share My World
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I sat crossed-legged on our oversized picnic blanket, adjusting the dail on the portable fan, then reaching over to adjust the volume of the portable Bluetooth speaker.
I was already blotting a thin layer of sweat from my collarbone with a napkin, watching Edwin walk back toward our spot under the shade.
He was carrying our heavy-duty Yeti cooler over one broad, shoulder like it weighed absolutely nothing. The tropical mid-day sun hit the high planes of his cheekbones, highlighting his features.
His faded black t-shirt was already damp arount the collar, sticking to the massive wall of muscle he'd built up from grueling hours at the PC.
"What you pack in here, mama? Bricks?" he puffed, dropping the cooler down onto the grass with a heavy thud. He wiped his brow, his fingers coming away wet. "Man, this humidity crazy as hell. I feel like I'm in a oven."
"I packed enough food for two boys who'll eat anyone outta house and home," I said, looking up at him through my lashes, a small smirk playing on my lips. "And, don't be complainin' about the weather. You're the one that wanted to move out here for your contract."
"Nah," he grinned, leaning down to press a quick, sweaty, but sweet kiss to my temple. His brown eyes crinkled at the corners. "That ain't me eating all the food. That's all JJ. Baseball and Swim team got his metabolism outta control."
"I heard that!"
Jonathan's voice echoed from down by the water's edge, cracking slightly.
Edwin just laughed, shaking his head before dropping onto the blanket right beside me, stretching his long legs out. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small rag to wipe his face, completely unbothered by the sticky air now that he was in the shade.
Fifteen years. Whew... Well... Almost fifteen years.
Sometimes I'd look at him in the quiet moments, away from the roaring wrestling crowds and the bright lights, and I still couldn't completely process it. We met in the hallways of Oakland High back when I was just a thirteen-year-old girl trying to mind my own business, rockin' a permanent attitude and absolutely NO desire to talk to any of the annoying loud ass boys in the back of the class.
"Remember you use to act like you ain't wanna give me any time of the day?" Edwin asked suddenly, leaning back on his elbows, a knowing smirk on his face.
I paused, a grape halfway to my mouth, and cut my eyes at him. "...Why you reading my mind? How you know I was thinkin' about that?"
His smirk widened, "You're face gave it away."
I raised an eyebrow.
"You got that, 'I use to hate this man guts, now I love him so much' look."
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh. I grabbed a grape and tossed it straight at his cheest. "I did not hate you, Edwin Grande. Don't play with me."
"Babe..." He caught the grape with effortless, athletic reflexes, chuckling.
"I tolerated you," I corrected, lifting my chin.
He folded his massive arms, completely amused. "... After how long, mami? Six weeks?"
I scoffed and playfully rolled my eyes, "Boy... It was NOT after no six weeks."
He tilted his head, and smiled. His dimples deepening.
"Oh, so it was longer than six weeks?" He teased, his eyes locking onto mine with that playful intensity that still made my chest flip. "Because I distinctly remember you letting me sit at lunch with me by late October. And I know I ain't hallucinate you sharin' your hot Cheetos with me."
"I only gave you some because you looked like a starvin puppy, and I was tired of you begging me for some of them." I shot back, leaning close to him. The fabric from his shirt was warm against my skin, heated by the heavy Orlando sun. "And.. it was six months, Edwin. Get it right. I tolerated you after six whole months of daily harassment."
He let out a short, booming laugh, reaching over to squeeze my hip.. "I call that persistence, mi amor. I had a vision."
"You had no shame," I corrected, though a s smile completely betrayed my tough act. I looked back down toward the pond, where there was a spring basin. The water was a deep mesmerizing emerald.
Down by the edge of the water, my little sister, Mariyah was standing on a flat limestone rock, shading her eyes with her hand. Her long box braids, were pulled into a high ponytail, swinging against her shoulders as she looked down at Jonathan. JJ was standing right at the lip of he bank, turning a flat, smooth stone over in his palm.
"Watch this, Ri," He said, squaring his shoulders and leaning into a low, baseball-pitcher stance.
Mariyah crossed her arms, tilting her head with a look that was pure, unfiltered skepticism, "I'm watchin'. But if it stinks on the first throw, I'm not letting you live it down."
"Have some faith," he teased, cutting a quick look up at her. The boy was already sweating through his tank top, but he didn't care. He gave the rock a sharp, side arm flick.
It skipped four times, sending clean little ripples across the green surface before finally disappearing into the center.
"Okay, okay," Mariyah admitted, a small, reluctant smile breaking through her tough exterior. She clapped three times, real sarcastic-like, "Not bad for a rookie. Do it again."
"Rookie?" JJ laughed, dropping his hands to his hips. "That was a textbook throw! I bet Ed couldn't even do that."
Ed heard his name and perked up, his chest puffing against his shirt, "Oh, so we talking crazy now?I know you ain't talkin'. I taught you everything you know."
"Don't get up, babe," I laughed, leaning my weight against his shoulder to keep him planted on the blanket. "The hear will take you out before you even reach the bank. Just let the bou have his moment."
"I'm just defending my honor," he murmered, but stayed put, his large hand moving to wrap around my ankle, thumb tracing light circles over my skin.
Back by the water, JJ was already hunting around the dirt for another stone but his eyes kept drifting back up to Mariyah. She had shifted her weight to one hip, reaching into her small crossbody purse to pull out electric handheld fan, to keep cool.
"Jonny, pass me one of those cold napkins from the small bag before you throw another one," she called out.
"Got you," he said instantly. He didn't even hesitate, completely abandoning his rock search to jog over to the shaded bag under the near by umbrella.
Edwin leaned his chin on my left shoulder, his voice dropping a octaave. "Look at 'em. Whipped. He don't even act that fast when the coaches call him out the dugout."
"Shhh," I smiled, watching the quiet sweetness of it. "Let them be. They think they're just being good friends."
"Suurrre." He chuckled. "But it's cute though. Reminds me of when I used to always carry your heavy ass binders to your classes just so you wouldn't tell me to go away."
I playfully rolled my eyes, "Boy, please. You always bugged me about one of my snacks, don't twist the narrative." I shot back, turning my face just enough to press a quick kiss to his jawline, feeling the prickle of his fresh fade against my lips.
"Aye, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do," he grinned, squeezing my ankle gently. "Six months of work paid off for a life time, mami."
He shifted his weight, reaching over to dig down into the depths of the Yeti cooler. The sound of shifting ice cracked loud. When he pulled his hand out, water droplets rolled down his tatted fingers, and he was holding a sweat-beaded, ice-cold can of a Cutwater Mai Tai.
"I know you need something to keep you grounded in this heat," he murmured, cracking the tab open for me.
"Oh, you definitely know the way to my heart," I said, taking the freezing aluminum can from his hand and was instantly pressing it against my left cheek first. A full whole-body shiver rolled through me at the contrast of the ice against my hot skin before I took a long, slow sip. The sweet, boozy chill hit my throat perfectly, "Whew, that's good."
"Only the best for my girl." He smiled, leaning back on one elbow and looking completely content just watching the satisfaction on my face.
"Alright, y'all, enough of the lovey-dovey stuff," Mariyah called out walking back over to the blanket with her damp cloth and fan in hand. "It's way too hot to be just siting here staring at each other. Who's trying to lose in Uno?"
"Lose? To who? You?" JJ scoffed, jogging up right behind her, his sneakers crunching against the dry grass and twigs. He picked up a stray wooden board we'd brought from the trunk. "Nah, we set up the cornjole boards first. Me and Mariyah against you and Ed."
The afternoon sun was peaking now, baking the open grass just past our shaded canopy, making the heat rise in wavy, invisible lines off the dirt. But the shade of the oak trees occasionally catching the breeze, made it bearable.
We started with corn hole. The beanbags were heavy, filled with plastic beads that crunched under our fingers, the canvas fabric rough and warm from the sun. Edwin stood next to me at the pitcher's box, a competitive glint suddenly taking over his eyes.
"Watch the form, babe." Edwin whispered, leaning down, as he took aim. He tossed the red bag with a high, perfect arc.
It landed dead center on the wooden board, sliding straight into the hole. He turned to JJ, throwing his hands up. "Top that lil dude."
"Lucky shot!" JJ yelled back, but his own throw clipped the edge and bounced right into the weeds, making Mariyah groan loudly.
"Jonnyyyy! You said you had aim!" she complained, fanning herself aggressively with her electric fan.
"I do! I just underestimated it." he defended, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as he hurried to retrieve the bag.
After Edwin and I thoroughly demolished them– mostly due to Edwin treating a simple backyard game like it was the main event of a PLE, we retreated back to the center of the giant blanket. The air became a little cooler, due to the wind blowing harder.
Mariyah pulled out her custom Mancala board, the smooth polished mahogany weed catching the filtered sunlight, the little glass gems clinking like tiny chimes as she divided them into the pockets.
"I got next against you," I told her, leaning back into Edwin's lap. He had adjusted his position, his massive legs spread out so I could sit right betwen them, his chest actin as a solid backrest. His hands casually rested on my thighs, thumbs tracing the fabric of my dress, while his other hand occasionally reached for his water bottle.
JJ sat cross-legged across from Mariyah, his eyes fixated on her hands as she expertly moved the glossy glass pieces across the board. The quiet, repetitive clinking of the gmes dropping into the wooden cups filled the space between us, underscored by the distant sound of the water rippling .
"You're trapping yourself," JJ murmured, leaning in closer, his shoulder almost touching hers as he pointed at the board. "If you move those, I'm gonna sweep the whole row."
Mariyah paused, her breaids falling over her shoulder as she looked from the board up to his face, he rich brown eyes narrowing playfully. "Did I ask for your executive advice, Mr. Varsity?"
He shrugged and grinned, "I'm just trying to keep you from getting embarrassed."
"Please, I run the FBLA, Jonny. My strat is flawless," she shot back, but she actually shifted her fingers to a different pocket, taking his advice anyway.
Edwin let out a soft, amused rumble from behind me, his chin resting lightly in the crook of my neck. "See that?" he whispered, his breath tickling my skin, sending a warm flush down my spine that had nothing to do with the Florida climate. "He's putting in the work, exactly like how I did."
I turned my head slightly, my lips brushing his jawline again, tasting the faint salt of the sweat of his skin. "You wish you was that subtle, Edwin Grande. Remember you used to just knock my books over so you had a reason to talk to me."
"Shit, it got me the girl, didn't it?" he whispered back, his grip on my thighs tightening. I smirked and turned away and took another sip of my Mai Tai, as I watched Mariyah and Jonathan become locked into their own little world.
A similar reflection of fifteen years. This felt like the first beautiful pages of a brand-new chapter were being written right in front of our eyes.
Author's note: This oneshot isn't a request, just something to hold yall over.
I know it's short and all, but I got a little too tuned in with writing and needed a relief. LMAO
Yall enjoy thoooough!
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The air in the house was thick, heavy with the kind of silence that only exist after too many words have been weaponized.
Eight years.
For eight years, you've been his foundation. For four, you wore "his" ring, tying to your life to his with a devotion that felt absolute, almost ancestral. But lately, the wall of your home felt less like a sanctuary and more like a beautifully curated cage.
You stood in front of the living room window, tracing condensation on your glass of water.
This rough patch wasn't just a bump in the road, it felt like the final, devastating collapse of structure you'd spent nearly a decade trying to keep upright.
Just two days ago, you both sat on a plush, neutral-toned couch of a marriage counselor, the air between you thick with unspoken grievances. Until he said it.
With a cool, calculated detachment that made your blood run cold. He brought up the specter of you stepping out on him. He didn't hint at it, it actively questioned your loyalty, suggesting that you past decisions and the distance between you were proof that you had cheated on him.
The accusation had cut deeper than any physical blade could. You never stepped out, let alone thought about it. Not once.
Not even when the nights were the coldest, or when disagreements became arguments you both couldn't get over.
To have your own fidelity questioned after sacrificing your career, your comfort, and peace of mind for your union wasn't just offensive; it was devastating betrayal of her character. You were a woman who poured herself out for the people she loved, sometimes to your own detriment.
You always been the fixer, the healer, the one who stayed.
Yet, after dropping this bomb in the therapist's office , he had simply transitioned back to "normal".
He woke up the next morning, kissed your forehead, and went about his routine as if he hadn't completely shattered your spirit the day before. The ease with which he moved passed his own cruelty was intoxicating and terrifying all at once. It was the classic rhythm of the toxic dance; a sudden, sharp puncture to your heart, followed immediately by the sweet-talking manipulation that made you question your own reality.
Now?
You stand alone in the quiet house. Thoughts spiraling back to the catalyst of his suspicion.
On the other side of the house, he sat in the dim light of his game room, staring at a glass of Hennessy he hadn't touched. Your silence was louder than any screaming match ya'll ever had, and it forced him ino the uncomfortable theater of his own memory. His mind drifted back to the pivotal year he packed his life up in Cali and chased the horizom down to Florida, your home state.
He remembered the bitter taste of resentment he felt when you didn't pack your bags and follow him immediately.
At the time, your explanations felt like a wall of excuses designed to keep him at arm's length. Which you insisted on waiting, on securing logistics, on ensuring that ANOTHER cross-country move wouldn't bankrupt you both, or leave you stranded. But in his pride, he had interpreted your pragmatism was a lack of devotion.
He didn't see– or perhaps had refused to see– the immense stress you were under, balancing the weight of a monumental life transition while fending odd the vultures of your inner circle.
You both knew the real poison had been poured into each of your ears by outsiders.
During that period of seperation, your former best friend– a woman you now realized was deeply envious of the life and love you possessed–had masterfully orchestrated doubts and fed the flames of discord. That friend whispered poison into your ears, while his own family, ever eager to meddle in business that wasn't theirs, had fueled his insecurities from the other side. The external noise had created a phantom narrative of betrayal, a ghost that he was still fighting today, long after the envious friend had been cut off and the the family members been; restricted. The unhealed tension from that era had festered, mutating into the ugly accusation he threw across the therapist's room.
The sound of his footsteps on the vinyl wood floors broker your trance. You didn't turn around as he approached, his presence a warm, magnetic pull that your body recognized instantly, even as your mind screamed for distance.
He stepped up behind you, the heat radiating from his chest pressing against your back. His large hands came down to rest on your shoulders, his fingers digging gently, attempting to massage away the knots of tension he had put there.
"You been quiet all day, baby," he murmured his voice low, gravelly baritone that used ti bring you instant comfort. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your neck, right over your pulse point. "Move away from this window. Let's go get somethin' to eat. Let's just... be good today."
It was happening again. The smooth transition back to affection, the subtle demand that you bury your hurt so you both could enjoy a superficial peace. He wanted the warmth of her presence without doint the work to heal the burns he had inflicted.
You closed your eyes, a single tear slipping down your cheek, hidden in the shadows of the room.
And for the first time in eight years, the sweet talk tasted bitter. The breaking point wasn't approaching anymore, it was here.
Okay let me clear something up for yall, because I’ve seen the “parasocial” comments and baby… that’s not what this is 😭
Nobody is upset that Bronco has a life, a relationship, or a significant other. That man is a grown ass man and honestly? I highly support him. Especially knowing he got him a Black queen that’s BEEN solid.
From what was found, they’ve likely been together for a decade or close to it. She knew his mom, been around since the Cali to Florida move, was there while he and lil bro were grinding and figuring life out, and she’s STILL around to this day. I found out that their anniversary is literally 7 days before his birthday 😭 (We don't know how many anniversaries it's been but it's been MANY)
And honestly? That’s beautiful.
That’s real life.
Just know that man LOVES that lady, OKAAAAY! 🤏🏽
The only reason any of this even surfaced is because lil bro randomly popped up on the algorithm and @uniqueoutlierblog started connecting dots. That’s literally it.
As for me:
Bronco is a my creative muse. A character inspiration. An energy I can't pass up. That man inspired some fire writing and probably still will 😭
So yes, I’ll still write for the Big Body G. 🥹
The sky is not falling.
What I WILL NOT do though is post their names, tags, socials, or direct people toward them because that crosses into invasion of privacy and weird behavior.
Please do not go bothering them people.
Do not go detective mode.
Do not go digging through family pages.
Do not make that lady uncomfortable because y’all think that man fine.
Admire respectfully and keep it pushing 🤍
I'm TRULY happy for the B man , and actually loved seeingmore of this side of him though.
So, don't beat me up for informing yall about something @uniqueoutlierblog told me to tell yall.
Love yall,
Dee/Charmed 🤎
