Growing up with a milennial sister is having a Motorola flip phone, using retrica photo app on her black berry, the red bandana,the duck face, making musically dance videoโฆ. I miss my teenage life for real ๐
Imagine being lost between the realm of death and life. Floating in a purgatory bliss while Stack languidly sinks his ivory fangs deep the sensitive flesh of your neck, his tongue licking, flicking, sweeping lecherously the trail of blood cascading down the valley of your lush breast. As your eyes whitened of pleasure and his poisonous morphine penetrated your veins, overwhelming your sense. You feel life escaping your vessel, your body uncontrollably surrounded to him. Then, his thirst drenched he traveled your neck to the corner of your mouth โ fluttering over and biting your lips, whispering to your ear : โyou are mine.โ
SISTAAHHHHH when is Luberta coming back? Iโm not rushing. I know you have a real life outside of tumblr.
If you donโt want to post for now or anymore just send me the rough drafts. ๐
That story is too freaking real. Really hit the heart with that. ๐ฏ
I love you baby! ๐ซโค๏ธโ๐ฅโค๏ธโ๐ฅ
Hello Gorgeous! Okayy be ready for the rough draft ๐คฃ๐ฅบโค๏ธ. I wrote some for this story and Iโm going through IVF right now thatโs why Iโm a bit lazy with all the hormone but Iโm sending you what I wrote !
Bertie and Stack are cute, living good before the storm because guess who is back from Chicago ? ๐๐
I WILL DEFINITELY FINISH THIS SERIE ! Thatโs a challenge for myself โค๏ธ! Thank you so much for sending me this ask.
DUFF - Designated Ugly Fat Friend, English Slang (UK)
Summary : College years are not easy for everyone, especially not for a scholarship awarded international student. Diatah chose to swallow everything โ discrimination, bullying,pain, fake friendships, awful jobs. She was ready for all, except him. That cocky man from Louisiana.
Pairing : Stack x Diatah (OC)
Genre : College AU
Music : People help people, Birdy, Wanna be, Megan Thee Stallion, Kissin on my tattoos, August Alsina
University of East London. Three years ago Diatah had been awarded a scholarship to study in this prestigious institution. For a young woman like her, whoโd spent her teenage years in a country where everyone praised the occidental lifestyle, she had been more than thrilled to experience it. Until she landed.
The africanophobia was not the worst of it, racism sheโd cruelly learned to swallow, however their mistreatment was something Diatah didnโt prepare herself for.
They were also black. Werenโt they? Certainly not the same features as her, more occidentalized โ still, what about those who came from the same land as her? They accommodated and it was now legitimate to treat her like a nuisance?
Diatah. The one resembling a lioness
Her father sure gave her quite a name !
Misfortune sheโd thought came to an end when sheโd encountered Nimue and Shantal during her sophomore year โ both women came mid-semester from an international exchange program.
Texas, Nimue had proudly clarified.
They were different.
Never did they shamed Diatah for her complexion. Neither for her African origins.
Those petty bullying were not their cup of tea.
Nimue and Shantal aimed higher.
They accepted Diatah in their group, loved and appreciated her. Then started sending her to some ridiculous errands.
A coffee to fetch.
Homework to do additionally to her own.
Conversations she wasnโt invited to participate in.
Bags to carry because Nimue just did her manicure and couldnโt hold her own purse.
Money lent and never returned, because friends always got the back of each others.
Little innocent remarks on her body, because they want her to be a baddie too.
Diatah was sure. It was all good. They were simply looking after her.
Well, that Saturday, after the Junior Ball game, she started doubting of their good intentions.
โEvery group needs a duff. And Iโm so happy to have Diatah with us.โ Nimue had expressed, glossing her lips.
โDonโt get her wrong Tah. We love how strong you are. Thanks God you here to put these lame ass away.โ Shantal had added.
Diatah had laughed bitterly, realizing that finally no friendship came without a price.
Yet, wasnโt it better to be a Designated Ugly Fat Friend than the poor African immigrant who doesnโt know how to fit?
The first semester end gracefully for Diatah, despite everything she scored higher than average and kept the scholarship.
Summer arrived merciless, she spent it plainly between part-time jobs, moving out into a new apartment, taking time to send money home in Ghana. In short, the joy of being an international African student abroad.
Laying down in her bed, she scrolled through Nimue and Shantal Snapchat stories โ the girls were constantly out : parties, picnic at places Diatah had shown them, beach activitiesโฆ
They didnโt invite her to none of it.
โItโs alright. I rather stay home anyway. It would have been awkward if I was thereโฆโ Diatah mumbled to herself, zapping the TV.
Later that day, her phone buzzed โ while she was busy preparing for her part-time job.
Nimue: hey girl, wyd? My hg make a party tonight I was wondering if you in?
Diatah widened her eyes, reading the text over and over again to find the trick.
Perhaps did she meant to send it to Shantal?
Nimue:???
Back to earth, she hurried to reply.
Diatah: yes, tell me the hour and adress
Nimue: 9PM. Can me and Shantal come to your place to get ready? Our dorm room too small and yk how the supervisors areโฆ
Ha. Here was the trick after all.
She already gave her word. It would be troublesome to say no now.
Diatah : alright.
After hitting sent, Diatah hurried to catch the next bus. Being late to noon shift at Burger King was criminal.
Anyway โ she arrived five minutes late. Be assured that her manager will make sure to cut it off her salary.
She left the restaurant at seven and arrived home at seven and forty. Fifteen minutes later Shantal and Nimue were calling her apartmentโs number.
Towel wrapped around her water-dripping body, Diatah answered the call and heard their footsteps climbing the stairs already.
โHey girl.โ Shantal voice interrupted behind the screen door.
Diatah inhaled sharply and opened her entry, a convenient smile plastered on her face.
They made themselves at home, a bit too much to be exact โ monopolizing the bathroom that even the rightful tenant had to use a small mirror sitting in the living room to put her makeup on.
Shantal and Nimue left the bathroom gorgeous, bold and beautiful. One had a tank top and jeans with red heels on, the other a micro laced dress with platform shoes.
โDiโฆDiatah?โ Nimue stuttered, grazing her friend up and down.
She heard Shantal swallowing by her side.
The woman before their eyes was different from the gloomy nerd they used to see wandering around the facultyโs hallways.
โAh excuse me. Is that too much?โ Diatah asked genuinely, taking in her micro-skirt and low-cleavage flared blouse โ with care sheโd oil up her deep brown skin, glistening every strikes mapped on her hips, stomach, high-thighs and top breasts.
It was her first girlโs night out, so she might have overdone the glam? Her face was sculpted, baked and glossed with a brown-cream combo โ Hair slicked with bold aesthetic edges. Cherry on top, she wore her nipples heart-shaped piercings โ outlined under the white blouse โ, bohemian wooden bracelets, rose gold bellybuttonโs jewelry that glint slightly when she swayed her hips.
And, at the bottom of her outfit sat a pair of mid-length open-heels, pretty match for her white painted toes.
โYouโre so pretty Tah, thatโsโโ Shantal began, truly mesmerized.
โThatโs too muchโฆyeah.โ Nimue cut, frowning and dusting invisible dust off her lace dress. โI meanโ you gorgโ babe, but itโs just a small party no need for allat. Andโฆโ She burnt a hole on Diatahโs plushy stomach. โI think a mid-length dress can suit you better. I love when you put dresses on!โ
Hesitant, Diatah sighed silently and turned on her heels, searching through her closet. She was not an idiot โ but refused to admit that Nimue of all women, the same Nimue prettiest of prettiest, could possibly see her as a threat. And to be fair, sheโd said small party. Maybe Diatah had just overdone it.
She got a hold on a cheetah dress, mid-thighs, then grimaced.
โThis one a bitโฆโ she murmured to herself, biting her lower lip.
No judgment. Diatah had been shopping clothes for years now, swearing each time to start investing in her nightlife.
It was cricket until today, of course.
โWe down, hurry up a bitโ threw Shantal, shutting the door behind them, purse in hand.
โOh yes. Give me just five minutes.โ
Diatah pressed her lips together and stepped into the dress, tugging the fabric up over her generous hips, adjusting the thin spaghetti straps on her shoulders. The cheetah print stretched across her voluptuous chest, nipped at her waist, stopped mid-thigh. She smoothed a hand down her round stomach once and behind, on her backside.
As time was running against her, she picked the first mule โ a pair made of the same cheetah print and Marabout feather fanning across the toe strap.
She crossed to the small living room mirror โ the same one sheโd done her full face in while Nimue and Shantal had monopolized the bathroom to themselves โ
โWipe a bit hereโฆโ she smooched her lips and remove a bit of gloss that was spoiling her brown combo. โYeah more like itโฆโ
Music was blazing from the two stories house when Shantal parked her BMW across the street.
Diatah had a knot in her stomach, she never been comfortable around a crowd.
She breath in and out, wearing her same poker face, laying flat her edges staring at the small mirror she brought.
โNimue !โ A group of guys came over as soon Nimue stepped out the engine. She was followed by Shantal who slightly turned around to lock the car and Diatah who was now finding the hem of her dress too high on her curves.
A tall, mahogany complexion and goat trimmed-bear guy leaned down to kiss the two girls on the cheeks, โsupโ girls?โ.
Shantal whimpered amused with all teeth out. The guy arrived at Diatahโs stance โ poor girl didnโt know how to act. Whether to lean in to receive a smooch or stay put โ and tapped on her shoulder, โitโs cool seeing yaโll there.โ
Diatah clocked the attitude. She didnโt mention it though. It wasnโt unusual. She stood behind the two girls, clutching her purse under her arm, fingers tight on her hem, ankles jewelry clicking to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
The group moved toward the entrance talking over each other โ she fell in step behind them, pulling her phone out, feigning to scroll on Instagram.
This party will be long.
โHey Tah ! Come on, donโt stay behind like that girl.โ Nimue said over her shoulder laughing, the same guy holding her waist. โWe having fun tonight, donโt be weird honey.โ
โI brought a book for her in caseโ Shantal added, walking backwards to Diatah. โCome on you all better pour a strong shot for my girl.โ
Who read a fucking book at party?
What was her problem?
Diatah put on a convenient smile, struggling to hide her annoyance.
They get it. Iโm your pushover, let it rest now. She thought, walking inside the booming house.
The group of boys steered them through the packed group of people toward a sofa near the staircase โ fluff, animal printed pillows, already warm from whoever had been sitting there before. Nimue dropped into it first, crossing her legs, her phone out before she even settled. Shantal squeezed in beside her, angling her body, chin down, and they fell into it naturally โ snapping pictures, checking, reshooting, laughing at notifications on the screen between them.
Diatah sat at the edge of the cushion, eyes moving across the room. She wasnโt told to join, so she stayed still, already imagining how to get out of this mess.
The guy who tapped on her shoulder earlier offered a playfully restrained grin, looking at her up and down.
She was fine. And she knew it โ from head to toes. Still, his gaze made her uncomfortable. It was full of something, a flicker of attraction maybe, she wasnโt sureโฆuntil he lowkey named it.
โYโall three from East London Uni?โ He asked dampening his lower lip.
โYeah and no. We from Texas just there only for the two semesters hopefully.โ Shantal responded, making herself comfortable in the sofa.
โAnd Diatah is a Ghanaian immigrant here so, prolly getting back soon?โ Nimue added, turning head to her direction.
Diatah bit her tongue. โHopefully so.โ She answered.
โOh. You African?โ The guy mentioned with a lower, more plain tone.
โYes.โ She shot back, โ invisible brow lifted โ with more irritation she should have.
โThatโs cool. My mom Sierra Leone and my dad from Brazil. We settled here years ago.โ He said cheerily.
For a moment, Diatahโs guards fell down. She smiled back at him โ in corner.
The tension didnโt escaped Nimue radars.
โCome on nigga, we thirsty.โ She interrupted. standing up.
โOhโ right, what you girls wanna drink? Iโm goin to make it. Tell meโ
โHenny and coke, no ice.โ Nimue uttered, scanning the space over his shoulder.
โMake it two.โ Shantal added, singing some verses of Ciaraโs song that was bleeding through.
He turned to Diatah last, smirking and waiting.
Before she got a word out, Nimueโs hand landed briefly on his arm โ โTah not picky, something sweet will do.โ
Diatah rolled her eyes. She wasnโt having it this time. โActually Iโll have some rum and lemon please.โ She crossed her calves, making her jewelries sing. โTon of ices too.โ She laughed.
Shantal clocked the whole exchange โ Diatahโs eye roll,Nimueโs dumbfounded face after โ and bit the inside of her cheek, swinging her gaze deliberately toward the dancefloor.
โYo Jay, Smoke not coming, I prollyโโ
Halfway to the bar, Jay turned his attention to the stairs.
โWhat? Stack you leaving?โ
The whole party went silent. Or at least thatโs how Stack felt it when his eyes fell on Diatah โ taking in her rich deep brown oiled complexion, her white painted toes brushed by the fanning Marabout feathersโ shoes. He slowed up, looking at the luxurious gold ankles contrasting her skintone, the way her cheetah dress molded her curves โ glancing at her stomach, he peeped a bellybutton jewelโs shape.
Mesmerized, he โ unwillingly โ rushed his eyes all up her face.
She bad. Like real bad.
He couldnโt read much into it. She was keeping him captive.
โHuh-huh. Just tellinโ you Smoke wonโt be there tonight.โ
Diatah held his gaze a moment then traveled her eyes all over him โ a tall, lean figure man with pecan colored skin. His almond shaped eyes lighted with deep brown irises ; he wore a goatee beard cleanly trimmed on his flexed jaws.
Diatah squinted her eyes, grazing across his features โ a sharp fade tapered clean to his temples, hairline crisp against his smooth golden skin. His nose was long and flat at the bridge, lips full and resting easy. He wasnโt smiling, not quiet, instead he was throwing at her an interesting grin.
Her heart pounded hard in her chest, though she let nothing appeared on her face.
It was the first time a man of his caliber stared at her with such intensity.
Well, she couldnโt have possibly experienced it since she never let any men come close to her. She had her share of cruel, painful heartbreak โ weaving between unrequited love, being hide and dumped.
Stackโs brows sat low over his eyes that hadnโt shifted off her once since heโd stopped walking.
His outfit was casual : two earrings on ear ear. A chain against his collarbone, short enough to sit flat on his chest. Black tee that matched black jeans, silver bracelet on his wrist.
Diatah pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and turned her eyes somewhere else.
He was hot. A damn fine mess.
Handsome was an understatement and she wouldnโt sit there and let him catch her agreeing with it.โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ
โHey.โ He finally broke the ice, addressing the group of girls.
Nimue and Shantal didnโt hide their spark of interest. Though Shantal laid low, playing hard to get, Nimue โ who was already up โ, padded few feet toward his direction.
โHey, Iโm Nimue. Weโve never met, right? You seem familiar.โ
Catchy. Couldโve do better.
Diatah hated.
โStack.โ He drank from his cup. โI donโt know where we probably met, I would have remembered.โ He sneered, glint in his eyes.
โHmm. For sure you would.โ She replied, honeying the edges of her voice. โThis is Shantal.โ Nimue pointed to her bestfriendโs spot.
โEvening.โ Shantal replied simply.
Stack nodded then backed his attention to Diatah, whose face was turned ahead to the party booming around them. โAnd you areโ?โ
He didnโt bother misplacing his interest. Through the way he was drinking in her body, her attitude, her strict pretty face.
She was the one he wanted to find about โ her name, where she from, her favorite color, her hobbies, what she doing there, is she a good kisser? โ with scrumptious lips like hers, the answer was evident โ how she moved in bed?
โYouโre staring.โ Diatah finally spoke, swaying her hips on the cushions โ her gaze shooting fire.
โOh. Do I ?โ
Nimue cleared her throat. Not oblivious to the bubbling, electric tension.
โAww Tah come on donโt be weird.โ she walked back to the sofa, settled in middle of Diatah and Shantal then grabbed Diatahโs thigh, tapping atop of it. โSheโs shy, excuse her. Tah donโt really do parties but we dragged her out tonight, she not used to this kind of vibe. Sheโs more of a stay home type.โ
โYou better not be calculating how fast you can get back home right now, Tahโ Shantal laughed cozily playful. โbetter be here than KFC, donโt you think.โ
Stack didnโt laugh. Didnโt react the way Shantalโs tone was fishing for. He didnโt understand the KFC line. And it wasnโt that important.
Diatah flicked her eyes to Shantal who was brushing Nimueโs forearm, laughing genuinely.
Mentioning KFC because she was fat. Of course nobody would try digging if she was a regular customer or simply worked there. First option always fit best their perception of fat bodies, anyway.
All that circus for a man. What a waste.
Shantal was right on something though : she was definitely calculating how she could get the fuck out of this party.
โHere you go girls.โ Jayโs voice cut across the room. โTwo Henny and coke and a lemon rum.โ
โThank you Jay.โ Shantal cheered, picking the two henny drinks.
Diatah leaned over and took hers. โDiatah, by the way.โ She said, glancing at Stack. โMy name.โ
โNice to me meet you Diatah.โ He smiled.
After trying too many times to hit on Stack, Nimue seemingly gave up and dragged Shantal somewhere else in the house to dance, leaving Stack and Diatah alone.
โYou keep staring, youโll lose your sight.โ She said, putting her cup down on the coffee table.
โDonโt show up delicious next time and I wonโt.โ
Diatah frowned for seconds, grazing him up and down.
There would never be another party.
He chuckled, showing off his dimples. โAnd clearly you could use a friend right now.โ He laughed. โYours kinda shit.โ
A man like him always came up with a price and truthfully she was too broke to afford it. Or at least she thought so.
โAnswer by yes or no.โ Diatah uncrossed her glazed thighs. โYou got a fetish?โ
Stack widened his eyes, blown away by her question and the seriousness on her tone when she asked it.
โI love pretty women, thatโs it.โ He bite inside of his mouth. โAnd right nowโฆ thereโs nothing about you that doesn't turn me on.โ
Stack caught her off guard.
Suddenly drown by waves of nervousness, Diatahโs fingers twitched on the hem of her cheetah dress.
In films, books and even the pieces she read online on blogs โ men wasnโt usually bold at first meeting.
She rubbed her thighs shyly yet still suck her tongue. โThat wasnโt a yes or no.โ
โLet me get you out of there and Iโll tell you.โ
Diatah pushed herself up from the cushion, her curves jigging with the motion โ hips swaying out, tits bouncing and filling out her cleavage, the dress riding a half inch higher on her thighs before she tugged it down once and reached for her purse.
She walked toward the exit without a word, mules clicking a path through the crowd and out the front door.
Stackโs jaw tightened.
He fell in behind her, eyes dropping the second she turned her back โ locked on the roll of her voluptuous curves under the dress, the way they wiggled with each step, her deep brown oiled skin catching every light she passed under.
Her aphrodisiac perfume threaded back and wrapped around him before he could breathe around it : myrrh with undertones of cinnamon and orange.
He liked it.
Outside, the nightโs cold wind hit them both. โIโm parked over there.โ He lifted his chin toward the direction.
She crossed the street behind him, arms folded against the cold biting at her bare shoulders. Of course Diatah was reluctant to get in a strangerโs car. Still, it seemed better than the alternative of being Shantal and Nimueโs punching ball for the rest of the night.
His car was a cherry red ford, crouched low at the kerb. He swung his side open and gave her a look over the roof.
She let herself in, sat straight, and arranged the hem across her lap with two fingers.
As soon as Stack got inside,he turned the engine over with a low rumble and pulled from the kerb without rush, one hand resting at the bottom of the wheel.
โAnd where are we going?โ He asked.
โJust drive me somewhere.โ She replied, short.
She cut him a look without elaborating. The streets outside were still lit โ off-licences glowing orange, a night bus pulling heavily from its stop ahead of them. He signaled right and let a cab pass before easing through.
โWhy are you even hanging with these girls?โ
Diatah pressed her lips together and sucked her teeth, clearly embarrassed. โTheyโre not that annoying. Justโฆthey just got a certain type of humor thatโs all.โ
โThe type of making fun you โcause youโre prettier than them?โ
She chortled. โYou think Iโm pretty ?โ She arched a brow.
โI do.โ
She shook her head, amused and unconvinced then drifted her eyes to a chicken shop pass on her side, yellow sign buzzing, two guys leaned against the wall outside in puffer jackets with their hands buried in their pockets.
They reached a traffic light at red and Stack stopped the car, fingers tapping once on the wheel then going still.
Diatah studied his profile from the corner of her eye. The jaw, the clean line of his fade catching the red glow, earring glinting at his ears.
This man had an attitude โ unbothered, calm, playful? All at once?
Her heart started drumming. Inaudibly at first then loudly. So loud she feared he would hear it.
โYou definitely got a fetish.โ She mumbled, deflecting.
Stack scoffed. โThat what you want to believe?โ
Diatah didnโt answer. She folded her arms on her chest and exhaled : โLondon is beautiful at night.โ
Stack sighed, returning his gaze on the road ahead. โYeah.โ
Four blocks away, he turned off the main road without signaling, parking in front of a convenience store โ who apparently was going to close. Diatah grabbed the door handle on instinct, ready to step out, thinking he decided to drop her off here.
โWait. Give me a minute.โ He brushed the top of her hand a second before walking into the store.
She watched him through the lit glass โ the store nearly empty at this hour, one bored attendant at the till, Stack moving down an aisle with a rushing expression on his face, hands in his pockets.
Diatah exhaled through her nose and sank back against the seat. โWhat am I doing hereโฆ?โ
She didnโt know this man. Didnโt know where he lived, what he did or if Stack was even his real name.
She doubted it.
He reappeared at the till, set a few things on the counter. The attendant bagged , he tapped his card and was back outside.
He sat into the driverโs seat and tucked the bag behind her headrest without a word.
โWhat did you buy.โ
โCurious, ainโt we?โ He cocked a smirk, squinting his almond brown eyes.
โDo what you want.โ She turned her head, skimming the rain drops that wee now weeping from the sky.
Stack drove back and merged into the thin late traffic, rain pouring hard and relentless, fogging the road, thickening against the windshield. He flicked the wipers up a notch without looking away from ahead.
โYou gonโ tell me where weโre headed or I gotta guess.โ Diatah crossed her thick leg over the other, angling herself toward the window, though her eyes kept cutting back to him every few seconds.
He glanced at her quickly, then back on the cars in front of him. โYou always this impatient or is it just me?โ
โItโs you.โ She retorted flat, fighting a grin.
He laughed, grumbling in his chest and took left after a roundabout, the tires hissing against wet tarmac as the shopfronts and their lights gave way to hedgerows dripping under the weather, gates set back off the road with intercoms rusted at the posts.
Diatah sat up a little straighter, unfolded her arms, taking in the change of landscape.
โIs this where you kill all your victims?โ She kept her tone light, teasing, but her fingers pressed tightly the seam of her dress against her thigh.
โOnly the cute ones.โ He picked the grocery bag on backseats without breaking his line on the road.
โYouโre an ass.โ She giggled nervously.
โSo Iโve been told.โ He eased off the accelerator.
Diatah leaned toward her window, staring at a streaming water that pulled into view โ a lake, maybe a reservoir, she couldnโt tell with this little light, but it stretched far enough that the far bank sat swallowed in mist and shadow.
Rain dimpled the surface in a thousand places at once, each ripple swallowing the last before it had time to spread.
Stack slowed the car to a crawl along a gravel track running parallel to the bank and parked beneath a tree wide enough to keep most of the rain off the windscreen.
He cut the engine off and looked at her. โHow you feel?โ He lowered the window of his side.
โCold.โ Diatah rubbed her palms down her bare arms, the heater ticking as it cooled with the engine off. โIf I knew it would rain, I wouldโve thought twice before running off with you.โ
โRunning off?โ Stack repeated it amused and turned his gaze toward her direction. โYou walked out first, if Iโm remembering right.โ He opened the bags in his lap.
โDetails.โ She waved it off, watching him pull out two chicken cheese sandwiches and pass it over. โYou picked a chilly park. Coulda taken me anywhere and you chose here.โ She kept complaining, rubbing her thighs together, the breeze caressing her skin.
โYou said somewhere.โ He shrugged, tearing his own wrapper open. โThis is somewhere.โ
โThatโs a cop-out answer.โ
โItโs an honest one.โ He took a bite, chewing as his eyes traveled to the water, rain still needling the surface in restless little circles.
Diatah unwrapped hers slower, taking in his sudden distant tone. โStillโฆIโm surprised.โ
โHm?โ
โYou donโt strike me as a romantic type. One that drives girls out to a lake.โ She bite her sandwich.
โMaybe you donโt know what type I am.โ
Diatah chuckled, uncrossing her legs. โMaybe.โ She gave up on the idea of scrolling the hem of her dress down. โOr maybe you just didnโt want to take me home.โ
She internally cursed at her own stupidity as soon as the words spilled from her lips.
Diatah already came to accept the fact that she would never be the kind of girls guys hook up with or publicly flirt with or sort of any social interaction in the genre.
She was fine having a medium sexual life with average looking men โ she was not even attract too โ that hid her like cholera. And moreover, this one, Stack was just being nice and friendly. And it was okay.
โIโm sorry I didnโt meanโโ
โNot yet.โ He licked the cheese off the tips of his fingers and grazed his eyes over Diatahโs voluptuous body from her face โ clinging to her lush breasts, skimming her glossy thighs โ to her painted toes, on which his irises dilated hungrily. โI thought after this terrible party you might want to chill. Sorry I didnโt expect the rain. We couldโve sat closer to the lake.โ
Diatahโs breath hitched. She cleared her throat and busied her hands with the sandwich, folding the wrapper back over the half she hadnโt touched.
โRainโs not so bad.โ She mumbled shyly. โI donโt melt.โ
โDidnโt expect you to.โ Stack laughed pleasurably entertained. He cracked the seal of his bottle of water. โYou always this hard on yourself?โ
โIโm not hard on myself.โ She frowned, totally defensive.
โYou apologized for a sentence you ainโt even finish saying.โ He tipped the bottle back, drank, staring at her over the rim of it.
Diatah opened her mouth, closed it twice in row, and backed down, focusing her attention on the bucolic landscape instead, watching a duck she hadnโt noticed before paddle out from the reeds along the near bank, cutting a slow path through the rain-pocked water.
โGuess Iโm used to people finishing my sentences for me.โ She explained it to the window glass rather than to him. โUsually not kindly.โ
โIโm not people.โ Stack set the bottle back in the cupholder. โAnd even if I was fixing to finish it for you, wasnโt gonโ be cruel about it.โ
She glanced at him sideways, gauging whether he was lying or saying the truth, but found nothing except that same playful, easy expression.
โMy mother would hate this.โ He chuckled.
โWhat?โ
โSitting in a car,feeding a girl junk food from a corner shop instead of taking her to eat a proper meal.โ
โRunning a strict program?โ Diatah asked, finally relaxing.
โAnd do.โ He held her gaze for a moment before releasing it. โSheโs a doctor. She worked in humanitarian field to be exact.โ
โAh.โ Diatah breathed, slightly annoyed.
Humanitarian huh. The ones that help the poor African get access to health?
She clacked her tongue inaudibly, rolling her eyes.
โIโm stopping you there maโam, fix your face. Sheโs not doing white people fetish porn about saving the poor African babies. Thatโs some white people shit. Fuck them and their hero syndromeโ He raised his finger clearly offended and Diatah cupped her face, bursting in laugh.
โMoreover she had more mission in East Europe, Orient and in the US.โ His eyes turned sad. โI spent half my childhood watching her patch people up in places most folks wouldnโt send a postcard from.โ
Instinctively Diatah rest his palm atop of his, warm and reassuring.
โShe would have had something to say about wasting a night at park instead of doing something useful with my hands.โ
โUseful like what.โ
โStudying. Volunteering. Anything that wasnโt sitting still.โ He rubbed his thumb along hers. โWe moved around a lot chasing her work. I stopped counting the schools after the fourth one.โ
โSounds exhausting.โ She retrieved her hand in her lap.
โIt was. I missed Louisiana sometimes.โ
โLouisiana?โ
โYes maโam. Thatโs where Iโm from. My mom is from Nola and my dad is a northerner, Chicago.โ
Poor Diatah, she aggressively struggled to tell him how bad she was at geography.
โYou canโt place them right?โ He laughed mockingly.
โShut up.โ She murmured, flustered.
Stack lit his phone and tapped on iPhone map.
He leaned over, crowding her body with his โ almost cheeks to cheeks, breathing hot against her lips.
โHere.โ He first showed his home address, then New Orleans and a random place in Chicago. โMy bad for showing a coffee shop in Chicago. I donโt know the exact place where my dad from.โ
He returned to his seat, leaving Diatahโs heart beating abnormally.
โWell. It doesnโt matter now. With my parents and brother we settled in London. Mama reconvert into a simple doctor. Shouldโve done that when we were young but anyway.โ He spoke lightly but Diatah caught on the sad undertone.
โAccra.โ She said. โThatโs where Iโm from. Well my grandmaโs place at least, and I mostly grew up at her house, soโฆโ She beamed reminiscing. โMy parentsโ place had very authoritative rules. So I loved to run away from it.โ
She flattened her head against the window. โMy mรฉmรฉ had a goat that ate my school shoes once and nobody even got mad about it. I remember my mother came and with her mom they just laughed at my expense.โ
Diatah turned her head and caught Stack pressing his lips, eyes laughing. โDonโt. Stack donโt you dareโโ
โHAHAHAHAHAโ eurghโ
โโฆlaughing.โ
โA goat ate your shoes?โ
โBrand new ones. Stop laughing it was traumatic.โ
โAlrightโฆokayโฆPFFT HAHAHA.โ He caught his breath. โDid he chew even?โ
โGo fuck yourself.โ She exhaled.
โDo it for me.โ He slurred.
Diatahโs mouth fell open scandalized and she shoved his shoulder, laughing despite herself. โYouโre vile.โ
โYou started it.โ Stack caught her wrist before she could pull it back, holding it there loose against his chest, thumb tracing slow along the inside of it. โYou told me to fuck myself. Iโm just offering better options.โ
โLet go of my hand.โ She whispered uncertain, her heart skipping a beat, betraying.
โYou want me to?โ He didnโt let go, drinking in her face, his smirk fading the longer she remained silent.
Diatahโs breath went shallow, the rain poured wildly against the roof, windows fogged thick, hiding the lake behind grey glass โ leaving just the two of them and the small space between their seats.
โIf Iย giveย inย toย myย desires,ย I'llย haveย toย dealย withย theย consequencesย ofย their actions.โ She hushed, chest warm and heart kicking out its cage.
โThen, let me own those desires for you tonight.โ
Stackโs thumb stilled against her pulse point. He glided his eyes to her lusciously glossed lips then leaned in slow, giving her every chance to pull back if she wanted to, his breath lukewarm against her cheek before capturing her lips.
He held her chin, fluttering, grazing long up to her jaw carefully, like she might change her mind if he rushed the moment.
Diatahโs fingers curled into the front of his shirt, steadying herself onto him.
He kissed her feverishly, caressing her lips patiently, softly and she melted into it despite her nerves and each cell of her body telling her to stop. That he would go back to his life after undoing her, this late night in front seat of that cherry red Ford.
Despite all, she whimpered, abandoning herself to his loving caresses, consuming years of loneliness on his lips.
When Stack pulled back, his forehead came to rest against hers, both of them panting in the small fogged-up space.
โYeah.โ He grunted softly. โFigured youโd taste like that.โ
โWhatโwhat are you saying now...โ Diatahโs fingers stayed knotted in his shirt, her chest rising fast against his, โ nipples jewelries chafing against the fabric of her cheetah dress โ and before she continued deflecting, Stack dipped back into it again, crashing his lips against her, passionately biting her bottom lip between his own.
His grunts muffled with Diatahโs whines as she slightly arched her spine off the seat, one knee lifting to press against the console as his palm slid from her jaw down the column of her throat, thumb dragging along her collarbone where the cheetah print had slipped a half inch.
He groaned low against her mouth, losing his hand in the curve of her waist, gripping her softness like he meant to pull her fully across the console into his lap.
Then out of blue his phone rang, the vibration rattling the cup holderโs plastic loud enough to cut straight through the haze theyโd built between them.
โCourse now.โ He retreated back from her, and snatched the phone up with a scowl.
He unlocked it. โYeah.โ His jaw ticked, eyes cutting to the roof of the car. โYeah I knowโฆIโll explain when Iโm home. Iโm out right nowโฆyeah.โ He suck his teeth and hung up. โSorry โbout that.โ He dragged a hand down his face, exhaling through his fingers. โIt was my brother.โ
Diatah scooted back into her own seat, tugging the hem of her dress straight over her thighs. She dragged her eyes everywhere except on his face. โIs everything okay?โ
โFine. Donโt worry.โ He scratched the back of his head. โIโm sorry Iโll have to drive you home, my brother isโโ
โDonโt worry. You can drop me the nearest bus station. Itโs emergency I understand.โ
โThereโs no way Iโm dropping you alone at this time. Whatโs your address.โ He brought the engine to life, rounded the tree and made his way back on road.
โI really donโt want to bother, I got a peeper spray on me, I canโโ
โDiatah look at me when Iโm speaking to you.โ He rasped. โPlease.โ
She sighed and turned her head.
โGood.โ He clenched his fingers tight on the wheel. โYouโre funny. Stunning. Smart.โ
โYou donโt know me enough to say all of that.โ
โTouchรฉ. I do know enough to say that you kiss like a Goddess though.โ
โWhat are youโโ she began, embarrassed.
โWhat I mean is. Donโt be your own enemy, donโt let your own mind screw up your self-esteem. And dump those mean girls. They donโt deserve your friendship and you know it.โ
โJust a kiss and you turned into a philosopher?โ She teased, smirking. โIโm wondering what the kitty can do.โ
โWanna find out?โ He stopped the car midway, unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned closer, studying every feature of her face. He could hear her heart pounding, drumming one beat after the other. โYou trying to get a man in trouble talking like that?โ
โNever told you to behave.โ
She shifted in her seat, angling her body toward him, cleavage sagging down and loose over her swaying breasts. Her nipples jewelries scraped off the fabric with each inhales and her perfume flew over Stack nose, overwhelming the confined space.
She shuffled โ the hem of her dress hiking high up her thigh โ and stared at him through half-lidded eyes, her glossy lips parting slightly.
โYou seem uncomfortable down there. Is everything cool?โ
Stack shut his eyes and cleared his throat before backing away.
He lost at his own game.
โSo. Your address?โ
Diatah laughed, honest and free.
โThank you for the advice.โ She drew circles on the windowโs glass. โI know, theyโre not good friends. Itโs justโฆat least theyโre there.โ
A heavy silence fell in the car.
She tapped her address on the GPS and they drove quietly to her neighborhood.
She climbed off the car and he caught her wrist. โMy name is Elias. Friends call me Stack so you can keep doing it if you want.โ
โAlright. Stack.โ
โCan I have your number?โ
โWhy are you asking for something thatโs already in your phone?โ She winked at him and set her wrist free, disappearing inside her building.
I plan to write a one shot of GangsterSmoke x AttorneyAnnie. Very clichรฉ, very wattpad era, very I can fix him (๐๐๐๐๐ซช), very I fell in love with a bad boy .
Iโm still here. Can we go back ?๐ฅบ I promise I will let it go after ๐ญ๐ญ๐ญwould I be narcissistic writing a fic with me and stack ? Now who said that ๐ซชI want him like yesterday actually
I Never Loved A Man The Way I Love You [ Smoke x Annie ]
Synopsis : Annieโs noisy neighbor told her she saw her husband at The Daisies Cabaret. She decided to leave Elijah, taking her bags with her. But the man is maybe too perfect to be left ?
Inspired by the songs :
- I never loved a man the way I love you, Aretha Franklin.
- You make me feel like a natural woman. Aretha Franklin
- Day Dreaming, Aretha Franklin
A fluffy very very short piece. (One shot)
โIโm so done with you Elijah.โ She uttered plainly, her eyes shooting fire while her grip on her bags tightened.
Annie took the last luggage she had, calling herself a cab while her soon-to-be ex-husband fell on his knees, holding strong at her ankles, his pipe still lightened, hanging between his lips.
โI refuse to let you go Annie. Woman ! Listen to me, never do I wandered around this cabaret !โ
โTo another Elijah. Release me. You liar ! My drive is soon parked on this porch !โ
She dropped her bags on the ground, pushing on the wall by her right side to spill free from his palms strong around her feet. Her friends were right โ the man was a liar, unreliable and foxy.
Alas he was also the kind of man to kneel and court her for hours.
The kind to bring garden of flowers by her only wish.
The man traveled her around the wonders of the world. Kiss on her feet when her mind angered and emotions faltered.
Fool ! Fool ! Fool ! Elijah was all her soul and heart needed.
โYou sure wasnโt by The Daisies, dear ?โ
โHow could I, my love? You are all I need. The man is blind of anyone else. My mind floating away every time my eyes lands on you.โ
Gospel to her ears.
A honk blared on the porch. Mister cab had arrived and its driver was clearly growing impatient. Annie tilted her body, her hands on her hips, brow arched and grave expression floating on her face.
โElijah.โ She stared down at him.
He had thrown the pipe, maybe under the wooden drawers sitting right beside the gran piano he offered her for her last birthday.
โSay the word, my love.โ
Another honking.
โAngel, donโt let my soul starve. Who I become without you? Where I could go without being lost?โ
Her features softened, lips ducking โ clearly flustered. She sighed lightly, her beautifully manicured fingers brushing off dust on her dress.
โYou take care of the gentleman outside, dear.โ
Elijah rose instantly from his knees, smoothing his white shirt, his smoking pipe leaving abandoned under the furniture.
โAbsolutely, Love.โ He lowered to grab her full packed bags on the floor. โNo worries about these baggage. Let me take care of the matter !โ He said, leaving a kiss on the top of her hand.
Yes. This man was skilled.
A real blues musician who knew how to play the guitar of her heart.
โ
A very short Fluffy mรฉnage scene of my favorite couple.
I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they werenโt sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.
Iโm not sure what I liked to make my algorithm have so many Michael Jackson and family smut stories but please make it stop ๐๐พ๐๐พโฆ I love MJ but never in a million years did I want to come encounter with him deep stroking Y/N ๐ญ๐ญ!! This man is like a father to me ๐ง๐ญ
"WILLIE GET UP!" You screamed out while Eddie and Celie held you back.
"Y/N no! You promised not to jump in!" Eddie yelled at you.
"But he's not fightin' fair! Willie get up!" You cried out.
You're probably wondering what's happening right now and why Willie is on the ground unconscious. Well, let's rewind to two days ago.
"Willie, man, just tell her." Eddie supported Willie as the 16 year old Willie laid on his bed fiddling with his thumbs. Willie bit his lip nervously while the image of you and your radiated smile appeared in his mind.
Eddie then throws a pillow at Willie.
"Willie, you've been likin' Y/N for years..." Eddie points out. "Since we were kids." He adds. "Don't ya think it's time you tell her you want her to be your girl?"
"Thing is, it feels like we skippin' the datin' part 'n diving straight into the relationship." Willie points out. "My ma always say that there's a difference 'tween dating 'n a relationship."
"Y'all been holdin' hands, huggin', 'n y'all even shared a kiss 'n you almost was 'bout to get a job 'cause you thought she was pregnant." Eddie listed. "At that point, y'all are already datin' without realizin' it."
Willie laughed, remembering when he freaked out over the thought of you being pregnant.
"Oh, I was a cryin' mess back then but I can laugh 'bout that now." Willie sighed out.
"But you made it clear that you'd be there for Y/N." Eddie stated. "'N I know she was the same for you." He adds. "Remember when we were kids 'n she stuck up for you against me?" Eddie remembers.
"Yeah 'n that's how we first met too." Willie sighs out. "But what I really love about Y/N was that she had no problem stickin' up for what's right."
Eddie flubbed his lips.
"Yeah, I still remember the day she saved me 'n my mama from my daddy." Eddie remembered. "I still feel like to this day, I wouldn't even be alive 'f it wasn't for her."
Willie smiles at Eddie while Eddie returns the same smile.
"Willie, just tell her tomorrow at free time." Eddie encouraged. "The worst she could say is no."
Anxiety enters Willie's mind again as he thought,
"That's the point."
Willie watched from afar to see you sitting on the bench with Celie and Betty. He could hear the joy in your laughter, he could see the wind blowing through your long, coily hair, and he could feel the warm nature within your heart.
Willie stood there, fiddling with his pudgy and sweaty thumbs.
"Just tell her, "Hey I wanna be your man"." Willie thought to himself. "It's not that hard...you got this William."
However, whenever Willie tried to move, his legs felt like they were stuck to the ground. Willie then jumped when he felt a hand slap onto his shoulder.
"Mother-! Eddie!" Willie yelled out, holding his chest.
"Sorry, but I saw ya standin' here like you's a damn statue." Eddie chuckled out. "Based on that, you haven't told her yet?" He asked.
"I'm workin' on it." Willie defends. "Surprised you ain't asked Celie yet since you always thought that she was pretty." He adds in.
Eddie's face heated up.
"M-man, it was just an opinion." He stammered out. "'Sides this ain't about me, this 'bout you." Eddie adds in.
"I'm just sayin', how you gon' expect me to take advice from you when you ain't did the same?" Willie pointed out.
Eddie sucked in his teeth.
"Shut up 'n go tell Y/N 'cause it looks like trouble is comin'." Eddie tells Willie while pointing.
"What 'chu mean-"
Willie turned around to see Bernie 'n a few other white boys walking up to you, Celie, and Betty. He and Eddie frowned.
"What the hell are you doin' here?" Celie asked Bernie. "You not allowed on this side."
"Eh, we allowed to do what we want." Bernie chuckled out. "So, how's y'all doin'?"
You all tried to ignore him but Bernie grabbed your chin. You immediately snatched your face away from him.
"Don't touch me!" You yelled at him.
"Why? You like that shit." Bernie chuckled out like it was a joke.
"She is a cute lil' nigra." One of the boys commented.
"I kinda like the lil' one with the glasses." Another one commented.
Betty made a face in disgust.
"Ew! Digustin'!" She squealed out.
"Don't talk to my sister like that!" Celie scolded.
Bernie makes another attempt to grab your face only for you to reject it again. This angered Willie as it gave him the motivation to storm up to the bench.
"She said don't touch her." Willie spokes in a stern voice.
Bernie and the boys turned their attention towards Willie.
"Who told you to walk up to here fatass?" Bernie insults. "This ain't ya business."
"Yeah!"
"Mind your business, piggy!"
Willie didn't back down.
"When I see a boy harassin' a woman, it becomes my business." Willie fires at Bernie.
Bernie then storms up to Willie, inches away from his face.
"The hell you gon' do then?" Bernie challenged through gritted teeth.
Willie didn't say a word before he muttered out.
"I'll tell the teacher." He finally spoke.
It was silent for a second before Bernie and his crew burst out in laughter at Willie's empty threat.
"'N what the teacher gon' do?" Bernie asked. "'F they tried to do anythin' to us, we'll have 'em lynched by my daddy 'n great uncle." He threatened.
Bernie then grabs Willie by the shirt.
"Since I now know that you ain't a fighter, I can just roughen you up a bit." He spoke, voice filled with malice.
Bernie was then met with a shove to the ground by Eddie.
"Don't put ya hands on my cousin!" Eddie barked out.
You, Celie, and Betty were just sitting there watching. You then got up to tend to Willie.
"Willie, are you alrigh'?" You asked.
Willie couldn't help but soften at your caring nature.
"I'm fine now that I see you." He chuckled out, making you smile.
Bernie watched this then got up, both amused and pissed.
"Well, well, well, looks like fat nigger was only showin' out for some cooze huh?" He chuckled out.
You turned your attention towards Bernie.
"Leave 'im alone." You growled out. "You the one who came over here 'n started messin' with us."
"Yeah." Eddie agreed. "Why don't you get the hell outta here?"
"Make me." Bernie challenged.
You rolled your eyes.
"What are we? 8?" You scoffed. "'N this wouldn't be my first time fightin' a boy." You tell Bernie. "Ask Eddie."
"Yeah, she-hey!" Eddie exclaimed.
Bernie grabs your arm tight, making you wince.
"I ain't above hurtin' someone like you, so don't you-"
Before Bernie could finish his threat, Willie punched him in the stomach out of an instinct. Bernie fell to the floor, holding his stomach.
Willie immediately regretted his actions as Bernie slowly got up, face filled with rage.
"Alrigh' boy...since you wanna throw hands, how 'bout you 'n I figh' at the end of the week." Bernie challenged.
His crew went, "Ohhhhhhh!"
Before Willie could answer, Eddie jumped in.
"Oh, he'll fight you." He tells Bernie. "'N when he fucks you up, you better stay the hell away from this side of the school." Eddie adds in.
"You sayin' that like it's a guarantee." Bernie states with an evil smirk.
"It...is..." Eddie growled out.
"Alrigh', fine." Bernie agreed. "But 'f I win, I get to kill 'im...'n take his woman here." Bernie bets referring to you and Willie.
You gave a look of disgust while Willie looked like he was gonna shit bricks.
"Deal." Eddie agreed.
When Bernie and his crew walked off, Willie whirled his head at Eddie.
"Nigga, is you crazy?" Willie asked Eddie. "You basically just sent me to my death!" He yelled out.
Eddie wraps an arm around Willie and walks him away from you, Celie, and Betty.
"Listen, you gon' be fine." Eddie reassures Willie. "You big 'n strong enough to take 'im down."
"And?" Willie begins. "I ain't got into a fight befo'." He points out.
"What 'chu talkin' about?" Eddie questioned. "You've always wrestled with me."
"But did I win any of 'em?" Willie recalled.
Eddie grew silent before finally realizing his blunder.
"Oh..." Was all he could say.
"Look, I'm gon' go over to Bernie 'n tell 'im I ain't gon' do it." Willie declared as he began to walk off but Eddie stopped him.
"Or...or..." Eddie begins. "You can see this as an opportunity to prove how tough you are to Y/N." He stated while looking at you over his shoulder.
"Nope, it ain't worth my life." Willie declined. "I can't do it."
When Willie walked off, Eddie shook his head.
"That peckerwood gon' kill that boy." He thought to himself.
Later at night, Willie was tossing and turning in his bed, trying to catch some sleep when a nightmare began in his head.
"Y/N, there's sumthin' I wanna ask you?" Willie begins as he stood in front of you.
"Yes Willie?" You asked.
Willie gulped before asking,
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
You were silent for a second then let out a chuckle. The chuckle became a laugh and then the laughter grew louder and louder while Willie stood there dumbfounded.
"W-why's you laughin'?" Willie asked.
"Nigga, is you dumb?" You insulted. "Why would I want to be a girlfriend to a boy who can't even figh'"
Willie then looked around to see Eddie, Celie, and Betty all joining in with you on laughing and ridiculing him. Willie felt his face heat up with embarrassment.
Willie then noticed Bernie approaching you and wrapping an arm around you in a loving manner.
"Told you I'd take her from you." Bernie laughed out.
Willie reached out to you only to feel something wrap around his neck. Willie registered it as rope in the form of a noose as it began to pull him away from you. The more Willie tried to reach out to you, the more the noose grew tighter around his chubby neck to a point where he was suffocating within seconds.
"No...Y/N..." Willie choked out.
"Boy wake up!"
Willie felt something soft slap across his face then shot up to see Eddie at the side of the bed, holding a pillow.
"Eddie, wha?" Willie rasped out.
"You sounded like you were chokin' in your sleep." Eddie replied. "Almost had me thinkin' that you were havin' that dream when you were drowinin' again." He adds in.
"No...it's worse." Willie sighed out while placing his head in his hands. "I feel like such a punk."
"Is this about earlier?" Eddie asked.
Willie nods his head. Eddie sighs.
"Hey, I'm sorry I got you into this." Eddie apologized. "I'll tell Bernie that you don't wanna figh'."
"But what are the odds of 'im still plottin' to kill me even if I do back out?" Willie points out.
Eddie grew silent, not knowing how to answer that.
"I'm fucked either way." Willie groaned as he flopped back down on the bed.
Willie stared at the ceiling as if he was looking for a solution to his potentially deadly dilemma. However, a solution did cross Willie's mind as he shot back up.
"Wait! I think I know someone who'll help!" Willie exclaimed.
Eddie cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Really? Who?"
Smoke and Stack were in the house counting up the money of their weekly toll from Club Juke when Smoke heard a light knock on the door. Confused, Smoke got up in three strides and opened the door to see Willie and Eddie at the door, much to his subtle surprise.
"Boys? What y'all doin' here?" Smoke asked. "Y/N is with her mama 'n aunties, so she can't play today but I'll tell her that y'all stopped by." He informs the boys.
Eddie then realized what Willie was talking about the other night.
"Wait, wait, wait, you gon' have Y/N's papa fight your battle for you?" Eddie asked.
Smoke's eyebrows furrowed confused.
"Battle?" He asked. "What battle."
Willie responded to Eddie,
"No, I'm gon' ask him to teach me how to fight."
This got into the ears of Stack as he ran up to the door with a giddy smile on his face.
"So, you wanna learn how to fuck a nigga up, huh?" Stack chuckled out, flashing his gold tooth.
Willie nods his head.
"Please Mr. Moore 'n Mr. Moore." Willie begged. "My life's on the line for this."
"His actual life 'n his love li-"
Willie elbows Eddie in the arm.
"Ow!" Eddie exclaimed.
Smoke and Stack exchanged a look then looks back at Willie.
"What's goin' on?" Smoke asked. "'Cause why you comin' to us for help on this?"
"Some white boy challenged Willie to a figh', which is happenin' tomorrow 'n this boy here's about as soft as a stuffed bear." Eddie explained while pointing at Willie.
"Yeah he's-wait! Hey!" Willie scolded while snapping his head at Eddie.
"Am I wrong?" Eddie asked.
"No." Willie muttered out.
Smoke shook his head.
"Figured as much." He thought to himself. "'N what makes you think that we could help?" Smoke wondered.
"Well, you 'n Mr. Stack are the most feared men in the Delta." Willie pointed out. "Plus, ain't y'all soldiers 'n gangstas?"
"Kid's got a point." Stack agrees.
Smoke and Stack finally steps out of the house, accepting to help Willie. Smoke takes a good look at Willie.
"Well, I'll admit, you look like you have the strength to fight." Smoke analyzed. "Show me your punch." He orders Willie.
Willie raises a shaky fist while Smoke stands there, cool and waiting for the punch to happen. However, Smoke noticed Willie's nervous nature.
"Stop." Smoke spoke out, making Willie lower his fist. "You's too scared."
"C'mon man, you can't be scared." Stack tells Willie. "You gotta be tough, unbothered, 'n throw in some insults as well." He advised Willie.
"Yeah, throw in an insult." Eddie encouraged.
Willie looks at Smoke then stammers out,
"Y-you's goin' down punk."
Eddie facepalms.
"That's all you got?" He asked Willie. "You gotta be more creative than that."
"Ya cousin's right." Stack agrees. "When you insultin' someone, you gotta get personal, like talk about they mama."
"Ohh, now that's a classic." Eddie chuckled out. "Like say sumthin' like ya mama so white, she makes 2% milk jealous." He suggested.
"Or ya mama so fat that nobody was laughin' but the ground was crackin' up." Stack adds in as both of them laugh. Smoke just shook his head.
"Nah, I can't do that." Willie vetoes. "It ain't righ' to involve a woman into sumthin' she has no part in."
"That's sorta the point." Eddie stated.
"But what 'f I like his mama?" Willie asked, hypothetically.
"'F that was the case then you wouldn't be havin' to fight her son." Eddie pointed out.
"Plus, we know who his mama, papa, 'n great uncle is 'n they is not some nice people." Stack adds in.
"But what 'f his mama was dead?" Willie asked. "That would've made me an even bigger ass."
All three of the men sighed.
Smoke then motions Stack over to talk.
When the twins huddled up, Smoke spoke up first.
"I ain't gon' lie, this boy has no killer instincts." He admits.
"'N it makes me wonder what Y/N sees in that boy." Stack admits while looking over his shoulder at Willie then turning his attention back to Smoke. "What 'f he won't be able to protect Y/N?"
"She ain't gotta worry 'bout protection since we've been teachin' her how to shoot." Smoke rebuts.
"It's the chivalry behind it Smoke." Stack points out.
"What 'chu know about chivalry?" Smoke asked. "You was the same nigga who used to sell ass out in Lil' Rock."
"That was befo' I settled down with Mary." Stack hissed out. "But that's besides the point."
Smoke then huffs out.
A light bulb then pops up into Stack's mind.
"You sumthin', I may have an idea but I'm gon' have to call up the other fellas for this." Stack tells Smoke.
Smoke looked at his younger twin with furrowed eyebrows.
"What we need 'em for?"
You, Annie, and Mary were just coming back from a successful shopping day at the fabric arts store.
"These fabrics are so beautiful mama." You commented as you rubbed your fingers against a wine colored velvet fabric.
"Glad we had a good sale today too." Mary adds in. Annie smiles at the beaming look on your face.
"Can't wait to learn how to make a new dress." You thought to yourself. "Maybe wear it for Willie one of these da-"
"Ah! No! Get away!" You heard a male voice cry out coming from your house.
You all frowned, confused, as you thought,
"Wait, that sounded like Willie."
You hurried over to your front yard to see Smoke in his truck with Stack while Cornbread and Bo shot at Willie. Willie was doing his damnest to duck and dodge every single bullet that was zipping past him.
"Keep runnin' boy!" Stack yelled out. "We gotta get that stamina up!" He adds as Cornbread continues to shoot at Willie.
Eddie was just sitting on the porch watching the whole madness happening.
"Eddie what the hell y'all two doin' at my place?" You asked.
"Willie came to ya pops 'n uncle to teach 'im how to be tough 'n win a fight." Eddie explained.
The interaction from yesterday then dawned upon you as you let out a heavy sigh.
Smoke then noticed Annie standing there with her hands on her hips while shooting him an angry scowl.
"Stack, stop the truck." Smoke tells Stack.
Once Stack stopped the truck, Willie slowed down then stopped to catch his breath.
"That was...the most...exercise that I've gotten in my life..." Willie wheezed out before collapsing to the ground.
"Smoke what the hell y'all doin' chasing this po' boy around the damn house with guns?" Annie asks.
"Yeah Stack, why's y'all chasin' Y/N's friend?" Mary adds in.
"It's to build up his agility." Bo replied as he got out of the truck.
Willie was staring at the sun while his heart continued to beat rapidly from the adrenaline. His vision was going blurry when you hovered above him.
"Willie, are you okay?" You asked.
Willie smiled as he spoke,
"It's true...there are angels in Heaven."
Annie then kneels down in front of Willie.
"Willie, are you okay?" Annie asked as she helps Willie up.
"Willie, is this about what Bernie said yesterday?" You questioned.
Willie grew quiet, confirming your question.
"Willie, you don't have to figh' him if you don't want to." You reassured him.
"No, I got to." Willie declined, determination filling his body, as he got up.
"Well, baby, why don't you come inside to get you some juice?" Annie offered. "You've been runnin' for a good spell."
"Thank you Mrs. Moore." Willie thanked as he followed her inside.
When Willie sat down at the table, Annie sat across from him.
"Alrigh' Willie, what's the real reason you wanna figh'?" She immediately asked him.
Willie was stunned.
"W-what?" He stammered out.
"C'mon now, I know you ain't the fightin' type." Annie points out. "Me 'n Y/N both know that."
Willie didn't say a word as Annie raised an eyebrow.
"Is it about Y/N?" Annie guessed.
Willie slouched down in the chair, confirming that Annie's guess was correct. Willie then finally speaks.
"I...I wanted to figh' to prove that I'm tough...so that Y/N will be my girlfriend." He explained. "I feel like 'f I ain't tough or if I lose the fight, Y/N wouldn't like me."
Annie then chuckles, which made Willie feel embarrassed.
"I know it's dumb but-"
"No, no, sweetie I ain't laughin' at you." Annie assured him. "It's just...Y/N's daddy was the same when he 'n I were young adults." She recalls.
Willie's eyes grew wide a bit in subtle shock.
"Really?" He asked.
Annie looked around to see if Smoke was nearby then leaned in closer.
"Don't tell 'im I told you this but her daddy was in a similar scenario to you 'n he ended up losin' because the guy he was fightin' was a more skilled fighter." Annie whispered.
Willie couldn't believe that the stoic and strong willed Smoke got into a fight and lost.
"Was he embarrassed?" Willie asked.
Annie nods her head.
"He was beatin' himself up over it, thinkin' that I would've fallen outta love with him." She replied. "But, it only made me love 'im more 'cause in a way it showed that he cared about me."
"So, you still became his woman after that?" Willie asked.
"The point is...win or lose, I know my daughter." Annie concludes. "She'll still like you either way 'n I know 'cause you would always be the first thing to come out of her mouth when she comes home from school."
Willie bit his lip to fight the smile that was about to form on his face.
Annie then places her hands onto Willie's shoulders.
"And..." She begins. "If y'all do become a couple in the future...you have my blessin'." Annie tells Willie.
"T-thank you Mrs. Moore." Willie stammered out.
When Willie stepped out of the house, he was beaming with confidence, which caught everyone's attention.
"What's he all smiley fo'?" Cornbread asked.
"Either he's ready or that's a dead man walkin'." Stack replied.
"FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" All the kids chanted as Willie took a deep breath.
"Willie, are you sure you wanna do this?" Eddie asked him.
Willie nods his head.
"'F I die today...I'll ask the Lord to take my soul." Willie thought to himself.
You placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Just...be careful Willie." You tell him. "I have a bad feelin' about this."
"I'll be fine." Willie assured you while gripping your hand in a loving manner. "Just promise me no matter what, you wouldn't jump in."
You nodded your head but your heart was racing with nerves.
When Willie got into the center of the crowd, Bernie was standing there with his arms crossed.
"Huh, ya actually showed up huh?" He asked. "Thought you would've ran off shittin' your pants."
Willie balled up his fists.
"Let's do this." Willie spoke out.
Before Willie could throw the first punch, he felt someone punch him in the back of his head, knocking him to the ground.
Willie looked up to see two of Bernie's henchmen towering over him. It didn't take Willie long to realize that they were going to help Bernie.
"Cletus, Albert, get 'im!" Bernie shouts out.
His henchmen, Cletus and Albert, wasted no time throwing punches and kicks at Willie's body while everyone yelled and cheered.
Willie rolled over to avoid the blows then got up and clocks Cletus to the ground. He then grabs Albert by the shoulders to bring him down to the ground.
"Yeah Willie!" Eddie yelled out.
Willie felt his confidence rise as he continued to push and punch at Cletus and Albert, which made Bernie grow nervous. Bernie then decided to play dirty as he scoops up some dirt and chucks it at Willie's face. Willie yells out as the dirt blinded his vision. You grew angry.
"Hey! No dirt throwin'!" You called out.
"Says who?" Bernie asked.
Willie, in a literal blind rage, tried to charge at Bernie only for Bernie to side step, causing Willie to fall. Bernie then kicks Willie in the nose, making blood gush out immediately.
"Fuck! That hurts!" Willie grunted out.
Cletus then grabs Willie's shirt as Albert comes up to them. Bernie and Albert then took turns punching Willie in the stomach and face, which upsetted you and your friends.
"That's not fair! There's 3 of 'em!" Celie shrieked out.
"Willie's already at an disadvantage!" Betty adds in.
You were fighting the urge to jump in but you couldn't due to the promise you made to Willie, so all you had to do was watch helplessly as Willie continued to get beaten up. Bernie then felt his bloodlust rage fill his heart as he wrapped his hands around Willie's chubby neck.
"I'm already winnin', so might as well do what I wanted to do two days ago." Bernie growled out as he squeezed Willie's throat.
Willie couldn't pry him off due to Cletus and Albert holding his arms back. Willie was gasping for air as Bernie continued to strangle him. He then looks over his shoulder to see the worried and sad look on your face. That was the last thing Willie saw before things went to black.
When you heard Willie's body hit the ground, that set you off completely.
"Uh uh!" You exclaimed as you attempted to charge at Bernie but Celie and Eddie held you back.
"Told you! Told you I'd kill ya boy!" Bernie laughs out loud.
"WILLIE GET UP!" You screamed out while Eddie and Celie held you back.
"Y/N no! You promised not to jump in!" Eddie yelled at you.
"But he's not fightin' fair! Willie get up!" You cried out.
Willie began to stir awake while Bernie had his back turned, celebrating his win. He could hear you screaming and begging for him to get up. This began to motivate him as Willie began to slowly get up then cracked his jaw. He was seeing red.
Willie yells out while charging at Bernie, knocking him to the ground. Willie then grips Bernie's hair and begins to slam his head down repeatedly, filled with nothing but heated and raw rage.
Cletus and Albert were about to intervene only for you and Eddie to push them down to the ground.
"No! The! Fuck! You! Don't!" Eddie roared out between punches.
You screamed as you clawed at Cletus' face.
It was now an equal match with you clawing at Cletus, Eddie punching Albert, and Willie slamming Bernie down on the ground.
You and Eddie were done but Willie wasn't as he continued.
Eddie noticed blood coming onto the ground.
"Hey, Willie...that's enough." Eddie tells Willie, trying to get him to stop but Willie's anger was growing at an alarming rate as he continued.
"I'm not stoppin' until this bastard is dead!" Willie thought to himself.
"Willie, he's done!" Eddie called out a bit louder.
Willie ignored him.
That was when you stepped in and grabbed Willie's shoulders.
"WILLIE THAT'S ENOUGH!" You screamed out. "HE'S DONE!"
Willie quickly whirled out, making you fall to the ground. You laid there frozen in fear as Willie towered over you with eyes black as coal and face covered in bruises and blood. However, Willie's red seeing rage evaporated once he saw the fear in your eyes.
"Y-Y/N..." He stammered out. "I'm so sorry." Willie quickly apologized as he helped you up. "Are you alrigh'?"
You nodded your head then you turned your attention to Bernie, who was still on the ground unconscious.
The crowd began to murmur.
"Is he dead?"
"Did he kill 'im?"
"Big boy went crazy."
Betty stepped up and flipped Bernie over. You winced at the sight of Bernie's face covered in blood and his nose completely bent to the side. You were pretty sure that it was broken. Betty placed her fingers onto the side of Bernie's neck to check a pulse. Willie grew worried, thinking that he committed murder.
"He's still alive." Betty confirmed, which put Willie at ease.
"Okay, he's still alive..." Willie sighed out.
Eddie then grabs Willie's wrist and raise in the air, announcing Willie's victory.
"We have a winner!" Eddie yelled out as the crowd cheered.
Willie stood there in shock, trying to process if he really won the fight.
"W-what?" He stammered out.
"You won!" You squealed out as you hugged Willie tight while laughing.
"I-I won?" Willie stuttered out while looking at the unconscious Bernie, finally registering his victory.
"YOU WON MAN!" Eddie laughed out loud. "YOU THE MAN!"
"I...I'm the man..." Willie chuckled out.
"Ow!" Willie hissed out as you continued to dab at his bloody nose.
"Hold still, I almost got all the blood." You tell him.
"Thank you for cleanin' me up." Willie thanked you.
"Y'know I'll always do this for you." You replied with a small smile.
It was silent for a second before Willie spoke again.
"Hey, Y/N?"
You hummed in response.
"Would...you find it stupid that I went with that figh' for you?" Willie asked.
You raised an eyebrow.
"What 'chu mean?" You asked.
"Well, I was...nervous about askin' you to be my girlfriend 'cause I thought you wouldn't want me since I ain't the fightin' type." Willie nervously explained. "So, I went to your papa 'n uncle for help 'cause I wanted to prove to you that I'm not soft 'n that you'd want to be my girlfriend." He continued.
You sighed.
"Willie, I've been knowin' you since we were kids." You began. "You've always been the sweetest boy ever to me."
"'N you've always been the most helpful 'n heroic." Willie commented.
"Willie, you ain't have to fight in order to get me to like you." You told him. "You already did that."
"I...did?" Willie asked.
You sucked in your teeth.
"Willie, we held hands, shared a kiss, 'n you almost got a job at 12 'cause you thought I was pregnant from that kiss." You recalled.
"Yeah...that was stupid." Willie chuckled out.
"'N you worried that I'd reject you after all that?" You asked.
Willie nods his head.
"I...just...I like you Y/N 'n I want to show you that I wanna be there for you every time." Willie confesses. "Y-you just make me feel like I can be myself 'n I always enjoyed having you around from when we were kids 'n-mmmph!"
Willie's monologue was cut short as you pressed your lips against his. Willie's eyes grew wide while he sat there frozen in shock. Willie then melts into the kiss as he cups your face, returning the kiss back. You then pulled away.
"Y'know you ramble too much righ'?" You teased.
Willie then gives you a sly smirk.
"Mind shuttin' me up like that again then?" He asked as he slowly got up. You chuckled as you leaned in for another kiss.
When y'all pulled away, Willie cupped your face into his large palms.
"So, is that a yes to bein' my girlfriend?" Willie asked.
"Yes Willie, it is." You replied while placing your hands on his chest.
Willie then pressed his forehead against yours while letting out a happy hum.
"I'm the man...I'm the man indeed." He thought to himself.
