SUMMARY: To everyone around you, you and Adonis Creed are already married, but he had to lock it down, officially.
TW/Warnings/Tags: Radio interview, established relationship, marriage, fluff
Authors note: I think I need to apologize, this fic was based on a Carmelo Anthony imagine I was doing. So it’s overly specific to me… (from Philly, a writer, hates the snow) so just… take it easy if u think the reader’s really annoying😘
And it’s soooo dialogue heavy 😩 I’m sorry
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“Alright everybody, welcome to the freshest mornin’ show in Philadelphia and the whole tri-state area. I am your host Aniyah Kelay, say what up to my cohost Dee Biggz. And let’s get a very special welcome to our guests, World famous boxer, this year’s sexiest man alive, the champ Adonis Creed! AND a true philly native, his gorgeous Fiance!!”
Dee Biggz clicks a little button and a round of applause starts in the studio. You laugh a little, maybe from nerves, or the fact that a little button can cause so much commotion.
“Hey yall, thanks for having me.” Donny’s hand slips under the table and onto your thigh, urging you, just a little.
“Hi everyone.”
“Dont be acting all shy!” Dee Biggz demands, “You must not know we know you!”
“What you know about me, Biggz?”
“Listen! This girl is the most Philly nigga I know! She used to sell water ice on 22nd street! She beat my lil’ cousin in a tanging competition and you grew up on diamond street!”
“Wait-How do you know that?” He grabs a water bottle and chugs it halfway before half-screaming, “listen, I got my ways!”
Aniyah chuckles and rolls her eyes at her cohost. “Adonis, you know we love you in Philly, you're very important to us, but it honestly seems like the majority of us like your girl a little more. I'm tellin’ you all the fan inserted questions were about your beautiful Fiancee.”
He looks over at you, a smile playing all over his lips and eyes.
“Oh, really?” he asks without looking away from you. “I mean… I get it, who wouldn't like her? Love her, even.” you bring your hand up to cover the expression on your face, you’ve known each other for years and he still makes you nervous like the first day.
Dee Biggz cuts in. “Ard we gon’ get into all the nosey stuff but first we gon talk about What I Want to know! Adonis, Are you prepared to fight Monty Aturro, He’s big! His arms are long and his attitude is NASTY!”
The interview goes on for 15 more minutes until you’re addressed. Donny never stops rubbing your thigh.
“Okay so Adonis, there's been a rumor that you and your girl have been secretly married since you got your first belt. But you only just proposed this year.”
“I loved that rumor,” he admits.
“So when did it happen, how long have you guys been talking about marriage. I want to know everything.”
His hand comes up to stroke his beard like he’s trying to figure out which detail should come first. Then he looks at you, “Baby, you’d tell it better than me.”
“Oh.”
“Go ‘head.”
You take a small swig from his already opened water bottle and grab his hand.
“We've been talking ‘bout marriage since the day we met. Donny’s all confidence and honesty. I was on broad street, at the lil donut shop, i’m walking out, he coming in. He stopped me talking bout ‘ma’am are you married?” i said ‘no’ he was quick with it like, ‘you want to be?" It was wraps from there. We exchanged numbers.”
“And her contact name was ‘WIFE ' the whole time.”
“Awww Adonis, that's so cute!”
“That’s romantic as hell, man.”
“So boom, he was working out all the time and when I would come to the gym with no membership, I would say ‘that's my husband over there’. All the boxers and coaches just called me ‘Mrs.’ Then I guess it really got serious after his first pro fight.”
“Leo ‘the lion’, right?”
“Yes, exactly. So he won. I was in the hotel bed laid up with the belt and he was getting in the shower. Before he got in he asked me to order dinner, but I didn't really get to it until he was about to get out because I was taking pictures–with the belt of course.”
“So once i get to it, I'm getting to it. Yeah, can i have a double smash burger, an order of cheese fries. A small pepperoni pizza, buffalo wings, parmesan chicken tenders, let me get a sprite, and a coke, 2 bottles of water, a slice of velvet cake with cream cheese frosting, and a slice of strawberry cheese cake. OH! And a hot chocolate chip cookie, and a glass of milk.” you stop and look at the amused faces across the studio.
“Adonis eats good on his cheat days.” His mouth drops open.
“Just telling my business, huh? Well I didn't eat any of that cookie.”
“Oh you ate some cookie, Donny!” The whole studio explodes into laughter without being told. Donny smiles with his tongue between his teeth and lowers his gaze on you.
“Anyway, the lady asks ‘what's the name for the order?’ Of course the moment I tell her, ‘Mr. and Mrs Creed’ I realize Donny's standing at the doorway listening!”
“He didn't say anything, so we didn't talk about it. We just ate dinner, and talked about the fight. Then it's the middle of the night, I'm writing, his eyes are closed. I thought he was asleep and all of a sudden he just started talking. ‘Baby, I want to marry you. More than anything in this world. But I don't want to rush it. I wanna be great first, I want to become somebody worthy of you.’”
Aniyah cringes a little and looks at you sharply. “How’d you take that?”
“It was cool, I wasn't in a rush. When I know what I want, I'm willing to wait for it.” Adonis nods. “So, we didn't talk about it for months. Then we were in LA visiting his mom. They would leave me home most of the time, cause I was working on my book. One day there's just this knock at the door, I round down stairs in my robe, looking insane, cause i think it’s Donny, or mom. There's a strange man, in a suit like “Hello, were you not expecting me?” In my head I'm like ‘hell no.’ but I ask who he is, lo and behold he’s the Jeweler for the creeds. I tell him, I'm not a creed and the family should be home in a few hours. He's like ‘no, ma’am Adonis directed me to show you a few of my recent pieces, I hear you have a birthday coming up.’ I'm geeked. I let him in, he showed me bracelets, earrings, anklets, gold, silver, rubies. The whole time he was taking notes. I didn't realise why I was just going with it, I never got to dress up like that. He measures everything, neck, wrist, every finger, ankles. He leaves me with a pair of earrings and tells me everything else needs sizing. Cool! 2 months later we were in the poconos. I’m teed,I don't like the cold. We’re supposed to be on vacation, the whole time I'm being mean like, ‘Adonis, you know I hate the snow! I’ve been telling you this since we met. I’m cold. Take me home.’ He likes ‘put your boots on.’ i wanna argue, ‘no, im not going out there! Go by yourself!’ This man grabs my wrist and tugs me outside. It’s fairy lights all through the woods. And he’s in the snow down on one knee. Looking up at me like ‘aint this what you wanted?’
And it was–it was exactly what I wanted. I forgot I told him ‘I want our engagement pictures in the snow and our wedding on the beach.’ The ring’s perfect, I'd never seen it before but every detail was tailored to me.’
“Shout out to our jeweler, Mr. Keaton," Donny mutters.
“Yeah real rap, cause that ring is beautiful.”
You smile and nod, curtly, slightly warn out from telling all your business. “Thank you.”
Dee Biggz hops back in with more questions about Donny's career, but doesn't let the interview end without asking. “So when’s the wedding and are we invited?”
They don’t care about the outcasts,the weirdos, the queers, the kids with no friends the chronically lonely teen, that closeted middle aged person, people who are hiding from people they love… THEY DONT CARE
they chose the side that made us feel small, they chose the people that made us feel like we don’t belong.
