#stcddy

[obscvne]

@stcddy

“How’s my favorite little girl, huh?” Aaliyah smiled brightly at her best friend’s daughter, picking up the small child in her arms and resting her on her hip. “If it’s even possible, you’ve gotten even more gorgeous, baby girl.” She bounced her on her hip gently, her eyes straying towards the man who she considered to be her best friend. “Definitely don’t get your looks from your ugly ass daddy.” She directed a playful smile in Jasiah’s direction, silently letting him know that she was just fucking with him. “It’s been too long since you’ve brought her with you when we hang out, ‘Siah. You know I don’t mind having her around, you should bring her with you more often.”

[old-mccdmuzik]

( continued from here. )

               She hadn’t expected much when she finally decided to show up at his doorstep that late at night; so once the door swung open and she saw the look on his face, regret coursed through her instantly. Her lips parted to say something, but as she was pulled inside the dorm she just couldn’t seem to get the words out. Standing mute before him, she was startled by the slamming of the door which made her even more nervous. She’d known Sticky long enough to know he had a temper, but she hadn’t been around Sticky this closely to get a feel of it herself; outside of the adolescent versions of him yelling at her to be left alone. She jumped at the contact his open hand made with the space right next to her head, her eyes darting from his face to the floor as she slowly shook her head. “I had some stuff to go handle back home, what I thought was going to take only a couple days took much longer.” She winced as she tried to explain herself, she didn’t know why his yelling made her feel so timid, why his abrupt worry for her caused her to feel so guilty about having to disappear. It was the usual business for her when she left, a younger sibling of her’s causing too many problems for her aging parents, so she’d have to step in. Her reasoning for ghosting made sense, sometimes she got so wrapped up in her personal life she forgot people cared, so what was she to do? With her eyes still trained on her shoes, she cleared her throat, her words finally slipping out as she tried to explain. “I didn’t mean to ghost, but I had to. Just shit happened, and I got so wrapped up in it I forgot. Then word got to back to me about the game, so I rushed back to see if you were okay. I’m here so late, because I just finished the drive back like thirty minutes ago. But if you don’t wanna see me, I’ll leave.”

[famishddarchive]

@stcddy

“wait so you never answered my question...” brows knitting as she looked up from the book in her hand solana adjusted her body so she could fully face the person sitting a bit away from her current place on the living room couch. they had been bickering with one another about something so trivial yet the longer she sat there the more the other’s words ran circles into her train of thought. “what exactly did you mean when you said the shit between us wasn’t that deep? you saying you aren’t really here for the long run or what? i thought all this time we were on the same page about what we was doing here - what we meant to each other but apparently it ain’t that deep? what the fuck is that?” slamming her book closed she felt the heat rising to her cheeks just as she was starting to calm down. “i’m not some cheap trick you can play with until you tired.”

[isolctions]

“you bein’ just a lil’ too hard on yourself.” it’s the first thing she’s said thus far, all with the exceptions of telling the other where to start and reasons for what went wrong. she’s mostly silent throughout the lesson — it’s always been like her to observe first and comment when necessary, but the string of curse words that seem to follow after every failed spell and remedy attempt does leave veda a little unsettled. “you ain’t relaxed enough and that’s cloudin’ your focus. that’s why you keep on comin’ up short tryin’ to get it down right.” ( @stcddy )

[altadcna]

[ my friends are goals ]: @stcddy

           savannah rushed up her driveway, busting through her front door.  she turned the corner of her foyer to find her best friend on her living room couch.  “z’s asleep?” she mouthed to dhamar before clasping her hands; the silence answered her before he did.  she plopped down next to dhamar, throwing her hands around him.  “thank you so much for watching her for me.  why clients always want me to attend their housewarming parties?  i don’t know,” she shook her head, tugging her heels off.  “you’re staying over tonight, right?”  that’s how it usually went for nights like this.  she always insisted he sleep over, insisted that he was apart of the little family she had with her daughter.

[fcnesse-blog]

            ⊰ ◯ — ❛ Closed Starter | Summer x Jeremiah

                        “Coming!” Summer called out as she closed the book of spells she was studying. Hopping off of her couch, she skipped to the door and opened it, already knowing who was on the other side. “Jere’! I haven’t seen you in days! Come in.” Stepping to the side, she opened the door wider and let him in before closing the door behind him. Despite Jeremiah telling her not to worry herself with such things, for days now; she’d been searching for a way to get him his voice back. She stumbled upon something earlier on in the day which was why she called him over...that and the fact that she missed him. “Let’s see if I remember how to do this.” Turning to face him, she playfully poked his nose before signing ‘I think I’ve found a way to get you your...’ her brows furrowed as she tried to think of how to sign the word ‘voice’. Huffing, she resigned to pointing at his throat before continuing. ‘..back.’

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[old-mccdmuzik]

☠ ( Lenore )

☠ : taking a bullet for them // ACCEPTING!!

               Lenore was known for getting herself in a mess, and rarely did she have to face the consequences of her mouth but all that changed when someone decided to take her words a little to heart and escalate the situation greatly. She’s turned her back for one second, only for Rodney to jump in between her and the angry male as he did something she never thought she’d witness personally. With her back still turned, she heard the shot go off, dropping to the ground when half of Rodney’s weight had fallen onto her. The feeling of blood flowing down her side made her tense as she immediately hoped it wasn’t what she thought. “Roddy!? Roddy!?” She yelled, praying for an answer as she tried to turn herself over underneath him, the more she moved, the more his blood stained her shirt and she felt it around her. “No, no-no…” She muttered repeatedly, seeing blood as she fully flipped over and managed to maneuver his weight. Unable to fully move herself from beneath his weight, Lenore’s arms wrapped around his body as she began to scream for help, tears flowing down her cheeks as her screams only got louder. “Someone help me, please!!!” She cried out, rubbing her hand up and down his back, screaming to grab anyone’s attention. She didn’t know what to do to help save him, she’d give anything in this moment to take it all back, she didn’t care about mouthing off to that guy, she just wanted Rodney to be okay. “Babyboy, you can’t leave me… Stay with me please? It’s me, Le’. I’m right here with you, don’t leave me… Please.” She leaned her head down, frantically whispering to him, sniffling softly before returning to screaming her help, wrapping her arms around him tighter as she finally heard an ambulance in the distance continuing her soft whispers to the male.

[arabelladorsey]

They aren’t doing anything wrong, but it somehow feels that way. She feels guilty for sleeping with another man six months after her husband passed away. She also feels guilty because he’s still legally married and lives with his wife and daughter in a house down the street. They didn’t discuss it, but it’s an unspoken agreement that they should keep this a secret. Something about the secrecy of their relationship makes it exciting, a thrill. They’ve only slept together three times, but she’s already eager to see him again. She craves the intimacy of being close with another human being, even if it’s only for the time being.

“Do you think we can meet this weekend? I really want to see you.” They don’t meet at his house, obviously, but they can’t meet at hers either. Neighbors might see him going in and not coming out for a long time. People around here notice those sorts of things. “I can book us a room for Saturday night. We can spend Sunday together. We can go to the city.” 

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