#blackplanct

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“trevaunn...i’m pregnant. not on my death bed. — now move so i can take your fucking trash outside.” • @blackplanct​

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Plot - big bad mob guy put in charge of protecting a snarky younger girl ( maybe also involved w organized crime in some way??? ) who is thoroughly NOT amused by the fact that she now has someone following her around all the time trying to keep her in check

Paulina knew what her family business was and she knew eventually she was going to have to take over and quite frankly, she didn’t want to. She enjoyed working at Walt Disney World. She enjoyed her simpleton life though she didn’t mind her high fashion wardrobe that she found herself wearing when she wasn’t working. What she didn’t enjoy was this man telling her what she could and couldn’t do, especially since he wasn’t her father and quite frankly she was growing tired of him and his entire existence. She sighed as she turned to face him. “You need to fall back. I don’t need a babysitter.” She said as she was standing in a crowded club.

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it was habitual- her tardiness. she didn’t know what it was, she would start getting ready hours before she needed to be somewhere and she’d look up and realize she had ten minutes to get to where she was going. so that’s why she was bustling into the foyer, sweat apparent on her forehead as she looked at her client apologetically. “i’m so sorry!” she said quickly, immediately getting to work to set up her camera and lightly. “i know im trash but i swear your pictures are gonna be bomb as fuck.”

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walking in the establishment with his friends, he was surprised to find it open at the current hour. “yeah, y’all just relax. my home girl runs this joint,” travis piped up as they sat themselves to a table. he’d been to the establishment prior, knowing that it was a black owned business and that the owner had an impeccable reputation. yet, he didn’t know think to meet the woman before. looking over the familiar menu, quinten was set on trying something new, a habit of his he’d made years ago. the sound of the subtle clearing of a woman’s throat caught his attention as he turned around, brow raising upward at the petite woman. despite her stature, he was quickly enamored with her aura, very strong without her having to mutter a word. “i take it you’re the mastermind behind this operation,” he stated with a soft chuckle, letting his eyes do a slow look-up of her.

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❝ you’re legally obligated to keep holding me. ❞ - maliq

touch-starved memes

“…maliq, you’re like, forty.” it comes out in a dull huff, one hand tucked securely around a dozing two month old while the other had been forced to occupy the back of her fiance’s head. well, not so much forced as coerced into accommodating him into her lap as she fed needy, then assisting her in burping her, then basically taking up all of the space in her lap as well as the entire length of the couch. at this point, zephyr wasn’t sure if she were bedding one baby or two, and the annoyed look on her face as well as in her tone doesn’t really mean much when she’s still obliging by running her fingers through his hair — less than gently. really, she’s pulling and yanking every so often, but it’s really not like he’s minding much. as long as it keeps him from accidentally falling asleep in her lap on purpose, zephyr had already surrendered to the position a long time ago. “aight, well, you’re legally obligated to put the baby down before you start gettin’ into…whatever it is that you’re trying to get me into — you ain’t slick by the way, i know you came home right when my six weeks went up.”

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“don’t think i forgot about them two hours of pure, absolute, televised bullshit that you put me through on mother’s day. i’m never gonna forgive you for that shit.” actually, she did forget about it. then a re-run of the ordeal played on her TV screen last night, so zephyr’s pretty pissy by the time maliq hauls her and sola into the car with the insinuation of a birthday getaway. she’d been pouting out the window for the entire drive, the traffic between their brooklyn brownstone and manhattan feeling longer than it should’ve. but once she realizes that maliq had no intentions of leaving manhattan, she’s a little confused. “where the hell are we going? what is that — what the fuck is a baccarat hotel? is this where that rat from ratatouille lives?” • @blackplanct

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sms — beloved

APHRODITE: do you have class in the morning

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➹+ sza

➹ + fc and i’ll create a character

lucky for you, she already an npc i had stashed away!!!!

MEDINA BENNETT— twenty seven years old. works part time at her parent’s laundromat & also does baking/catering as a side hustle. older sister of xavier ‘zay’ bennett. super huge sap for animals, owns two lizards, a tarantula, and three snakes. actually a fuck girl. i wouldn’t date her unless you wanna get played constantly or dig open relationships cause there’s more than one soulmate in life. definitely a scorpio.