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wakandamama · 3 days ago

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To reaffirm SydCamy nation in our trying times

Words of Affirmation

BACK BABY WITH THE SYDCARMY🗣️👩🏾‍🍳🧑🏼‍🍳

Sydney's fucking done with Carmy and makes it well know, he's gonna have to fix that.

It's been 3 months since Friends and Family. Since the official opening of the Bear, 3 months of bills getting paid, expo marker fumes, and Sydney stress puking next to the dumpster at 10:45 pm every weekday. 90 days of those words,

"You deserve my full focus.

I can't do any of this without you.

I'm sorry.”

Echoing in Sydney’s head every night on her way back home on the train or, while she lies in bed with one hand in her pussy and the other over her mouth.

Carmy’s hands, Carmy's eyes, the veins that seem permanent popped on the side of his neck and over his buff arms, Carmy's tongue poking out and licking over his lips after he's taken a taste off her spoon.

Carmy yelling. Be it aimed at Richie, the latest revolving door of kitchen hands, the walk-in door, or Sydney herself. Whatever he was screaming at for the day, rattles Sydney.

She fucking hates him.

That bitch boy who draws like fucking Leonardo DaVinci and had the fucking gall to make an opening menu for their her restaurant with Claire the MD and not Sydney the fucking CIA graduated Chef. That fuckin’ bastard who has to double set reminder alarms for the slightest off-the-clock tasks but some how finds the brainpower to pinpoint the one thing Sydney got wrong or missed in a dish. That pussy, who swore the Star that Sydney fucking deserves, isn't worth it.

Sydney's had 3 months of success with Carmen and she's fucking over him.

“On God, I am!”

She's over the food-hero worship, over his issues, over the memories of months of them pressed close and sharing spoons and pepto in his kitchen. She is over the throb to her pussy every time they get heated and up in each other's face, as the world around them fades because the both of them are roaring to the other that,

“ I am the head of this kitchen, fucking listen! On my dead mama, I am tired of him. Like get away from my fucking stove and go to therapy! If I have to deal with him trying to stare at my soul and rub a hole into his fucking chest one more time. I’ll- I’ll…uhm…fuc- I'm gonna… FUCK him! I'll do something!” Sydney shouts out.

At least that's the case she tries to plead to her cousin Monica at their monthly sleepover with very potent mango daiquiris and Jamaican goat curry as the audience to Sydney’s tirade. She hums as she wraps the bottoms of Sydney’s fresh braids (C4 brown with blonde peekaboo) with rollers for a French curl finish. Sydney takes a long pull from her drink before lamenting again.

“ Like Moonie! You won't believe the amount of times that I had to pull this restaurant up, Beef AND Bear, up from the fucking gutter while Carmy does fuck all with his stupid big Italian-Americana muscles. He ain't shit without me and he knows it, so I don't understand how he thinks he can just…he can just… frustrate me like this! An-” Monica stops her younger cousin’s next rant with a soft tug to a braid before casting it off with the rest.

“He fucking his ex again? Bringing her around?"

“No…” Sydney sniffles before shoving a bite of rice and gravy into her mouth.

“Fak is. Has been for like the last month but! I'm not mad or blaming Fak, those two have been friends for like ever apparently. And she's known Carmen since forever but with that whole blowout during his fridge tantrum the two are like-like wavy about each other. And it is distracting him from our business again! I'm gonna fry that shrimp man!”

“Sydney… download tinder right now so this man can stop getting on your nerves. Find some other line-cook-fine tan man to fuck and forget Carmy. You head the Bear, the best restaurant in Chicago, fuck him! You need to be saute some onions.`

“Fuck Carmy, I'm sauteing onions.” That's the new motto on Sydney’s mind for next week. It feels good to repeat. Sydney knows the right decisions to make. When Sydney feels like changing something in the kitchen or restaurant or menu because she's right, she just does it. Fuck Carmen, he barely knows how to spell the word produce. Sydney was gonna handle shit like she's always had under him. Sugar and Tina are the only ones who deserve Sydney actually listening to what they have to say.

So, she placates Carmy with dry humor, bratty head nods and a careless rub over her chest as she ignores his drilling blue eyes. She ignores as those stares of concern soon turn into glares of frustration over the next week.

Fuck you, I'm sauteing onions.

It all comes to a head during the closing hour on a Saturday night. Camry had instructed the kitchen hands to do something through Richie as the last five orders of the night flew out under Sydney command. Black ink pops all over Sydney's hand as she smashes an expo on the board and barks out a sharp redirect that makes the whole kitchen jolt.

Instantly, fuck rubs of ASL to the chest and patience, Camry is in her face. His face is barely two inches from her, hissing through his teeth, “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He insisted tightly.

“Working my fucking kitchen, Carmen! Step back, off my fucking Expo. I'm making sure this ship doesn't fucking sink because if some unfocused bitch is gonna wander into my fridge, throw a tantrum in it and get locked in there again. I'M MAKING SURE SHIT GETS DONE, LIKE I ALWAYS DO!” Sydney argues back.

“Is that why you've been acting like a fucking brat?” Carmy hisses, voice dropping low, disbelief coloring it.

“I'll show you a fucking brat Carmy, you'd never be able to handle it.” she tells him as lowly.

“Sydney-”

“Yo! Dead this shit guys, we still got an hour in this establishment!” Richie breaks them up.

Neither of them sign to another, just curt nods and getting back to their positions. It's now Sydney's fault that Carmen was getting out of his.

Sydney storms out the seconds the last of their employees leaves, the cleaner used on the prep tables barely dry. Camry is right behind her. Sydney watches with a huff as he storms further ahead and opens the passenger side door of his car. He then stands to the side of it and glares at her.

“Get in.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, get in. I let this shit go on for too long.”

Sydney scoffs and goes to walk past the parking lot to head towards the train.

“Sydney!” Camry barks, his eyes icy and sharp with the command behind her name. He's never said her name like that and it…

She ignores his stare into her soul as she pushes past him and gets in the car. He watches her settle her tote at her feet before putting on her seatbelt. He slams the door closed and gets in on the driver's side. They are silent on the drive to his apartment, Sydney keeps her stare out the window in effort to ignore the tense hand of Carmy’s squeezing her thigh, holding it so she can't squeeze her legs together.

When they park, she stubbornly refuses to get out. Camry opens her door anyway, rolling his eyes as she crosses her arms and stares out the windshield to avoid his frustrated stare. Camry just lights a cigarette and leans on the hood next to her door. Blocking her sulking with the image of his all bathed in the street light with smoking steaming around his handsome face from his stupid mouth. He's shed his chef coat, his white shirt pulled tight over his stupid buff and tattooed arms. He doesn't finish the cig, just snuffs it with a pinch of his fingers and flicks it away. Sydney swallows as he looks over at her through the glass.

“You fucking done now?” He asks her. Sydney scoffs with a roll of her eyes. She plays with the seatbelt, “Take me home Carmen,” is all she mumbles. He sighs harshly at her tone and pushes off the car, Sydney watches with wide eyes of curious frustration as he starts to walk away from her and towards his building.

“Carmen! Fucking taking me home, you bitch!” She screams at his back, but he just keeps walking. She mumbles curses under her breath as she slams the car door behind her, following behind him.

He pauses, once she is close enough he grabs her hand and leads her to his apartment. She barely threw the door before she taunted again.

“You're such a fu-fuckin-uh pussy! You're a pussy ass bitch Carmen, a-”

“Shut it Sydney!” He barks, with a slam of his door. This brings red over Sydney’s vision, she whirls around to his, index finger presses to his chest.

“Who the fuck do you think you're talking to Berzatto?!”

“You! Jesus Syd, any other time I swear I’d listen but right now I need you to just shut the fuck up and let me talk.” He brashes, getting close in her face and wrapping a hand around her wrist.

Before Sydney can comprehend the action, he twists their position. He presses her to the wall, one of her hands are pinned to the side by the wrist, her other arm compresses to her side by Carmy’s. His mouth on hers, biting at Sydney’s lips for Carmy’s tongue to be let the fuck in.

She lets him in. Chest to Chest, sweaty and worn out from their work day, and she’s trapped by all of him. They stand their making out with brutal pleasure. Lips full of bruising force, teeth clashing, tasting one another, he continues to try and drill her deeper to his wall.

Sydney can’t run away from him and chooses to chase further into him. Another minute passes and she whimpers for breath. Carmy finally lets up but doesn’t let her go from where she is trapped. Sydney pants for air, painfully aware as his chest constrict her from getting a full breath.

“Yo-” Sydney is cut off, muffled by Carmy’s hand pressing over her kiss-bruised lips and his ice eyes glaring into hers.

“I said shut up, unless your fucking moaning, that’s the only thing you can say that I’m going to listen to for the rest of the night.”

Sydney stares at him in disbelief, as he continues on.

“You fucking pushed it tonight Syd. A royal fucking brat, you were. I thought we’ve pushed past this kinda alpha dog, whiny bitch, bullshit and ya know what? It’s on me.”

“Like always!” Sydney yelps as he bites into her lip, moaning as he soothes it with his tongue before glaring at her. His grip tightens around her wrist, he presses into her even closer.

“Shut up or the next bite is on your tit.”

Sydney pants wordlessly as Carmy maintains eye contact as he undoes her belt, unbuttons her jeans and starts to yank them down with one hand.

“It’s my fault you’ve gotten frustrated with my lack of focus."

Clink.

“It’s my fault you think you’ve got to take all the burden of The Bear.”

Yank

“It’s my fault you’ve started getting fucking mean.

Tug.

“It’s my fault you’ve been bitchin’ and moanin’. I’m so fucking impressed by ya Syd, I think I fucking love you. I know for a fact I can’t do this shit without you. You know that. All of fucking Chicago knows that. So I’ll take all that blame Syd. Take all those frustrations my fuck ups caused, ya’ know why?”

Sydney let her head thump back as Carmy slunks down to his knees in front of her. She’s frantically puffing breath as he keeps staring into her soul as he mouth hovers just over her pussy. Sydney shivers as she feels his teeth graze into her left hip and drag down into the thin fabric of her panties and rip. Carmy wraps his buff arms around her knees, bracing her to stay standing as he rips again and her panties flutter to the floor.

“ ‘Cus I’m goin' fuck all that disrespect out of you, tonight.”

Sydney gasps as Carmy parts her with that with crooked nose of his, opening for her up for her tongue then sucking at the pearl of her pussy. His strong arms keep her buckling legs wide and steady as he leans up, mouth first into her. Sydney grips into Carmy’s hair with whiny moans and groans of pleasure as his tongue flicks, licks and drives into her. SHe can do nothing but press her back against the wall.

“Carmy!” She yelps when he grazes the top of her clit with his canine.

“Fuck!” she screams as Carmy’s wide hand smack the back of her thighs, the sound of it seems to echo the space as he comes back again and smack a little higher, almost catching her ass cheek

Sydney whimpers as Carmy draws back long enough to catch her eye. He rubs over the hot skin he just hit before shaking his head, “Moans. That’s the only thing I wanna hear outta that brilliant mouth of your Sydney.”

Before she can respond, he’s back in bracing her and eating her out. Sydney’s hips cave back and she now has to grip his shoulder and buck into his mouth. One of Camry’s hands slides up on her slick skin, overwhelming with callous touch. Sydney shudders as his hand joins in on bringing her to a climax, two fingers pumping in to draw more of her wet out.

She tries so hard to be nothing but moans, “Right there, right there!” she starts to scream. Carmy slaps Sydney’s ass cheek and she nearly buckles over him.

“Moans! You’ve said enough for tonight.” He reminds her, saying the words directly into her.

She stumbles a bit as he gets up after that. Edged on and fucking dizzy with how wound he’s made her. Carmy’s soaked hand caresses the side of her face before dragging her fave to his face for another kiss. Carmy’s tongue slathers the taste of herself onto her taste buds, he’s sloppy with it, letting the wet hand drag down to her right breast before squeezing hard, then rubbing out the shock. The other hand travels up her back thigh to start massaging the meat of her thighs, the tips of his fingertips teasing her pussy lips. Sydney gives him a look of shock as he smacks off from the kiss with a stern smirk on his face.

“Taste that Sydney? That’s delicious. Five fucking stars, that's what your pussy is worth alone. Why the fuck would you think I wouldn’t appreciate that? It’s offensive not wanting just a taste of it. You’re selfish hogging all that to yourself.” Carmy praises her.

Sydney has to clamp her legs around his hand still massaging between her thighs. Both of his hands drag down, making Sydney yelp as he gathers her up with a hike, causing her to wrap her legs around his hips as he carries her to his bedroom.

Sydney gives a wide eyed look to the room as Carmy marches with her through it, clutching around his shoulders. She takes a moment to meet his eyes, they spark with admiring challenge and determination like she's a rare saffron flower he needs to break down and use with precision. Fuck, can she really take this?

He gets to his room, Sydney giggles madly as she notes the new sheets and pillowcases he applied to his bed. He is Carmy, why the fuck does he have silk satin sheets and pillow cases on this bed? Carmy lays her down on the cool sheets then stands back to take her in. Sydney props up on her arm to look him over also, his dick is hard and pressing against his pants with an impressive print. His arms are crossed as he studies her, his gleaming hand over his mouth as his eyes drill into her body. Her bare bottom, her jiggling leg and heaving chest, finally he makes a move. Sydney licks her lips as he strips down to his boxer briefs, he climbs into the bed, looming over her as he starts to undo the buttons on her top. She just lays there, staring at him, a dizzy mix of curious and horny.

“You’re brilliant.” He whispers once he’s tossed her shirt off. He caps the statement with a kiss to her neck and a soft rub over her brest, that hardens her nipples.

“Fucking stunning. Beautiful.” He praises her with another rub down and suck to her neck. His other hand reclaim its home in her pussy. Two fingers pumping her as his tumb encircles her clit.

“You’re my compass Syd.” he whispers before moving down to suck at her breast.

Sydney is overstimulated at this point, trying to breath through and focus.

‘What the fuck Carmen!” She finally whines as she squirts over his palm. He bites on her breast, then sucks the mark to calm it.

“I’ll be better, Jesus, I’ll be better Syd. I promise to give you everything.” He tells her as she moves in between her thighs.

“I’m fucking angry Carmen. You don’t fucking deserve me. Ahh!” Sydney gaps as he cuffs her legs behind the knees and brings them up into the air. One over his shoulder and wrapped around his waist. His hard caresses her hip, bracing her still.

“I know, but I can’t have you knowing that.” he tells her and with a solid smack on skin to slick skin Carmy trusts into Sydney. Sydney has to muffle her loud moan by slapping a shaking hand to her mouth. The other grips the sheets. Three more thrusts and Sydney sinks her free hand into his lower back, nails scrapping into his flesh as he starts to fuck into her.

Carmy has her gliding over the satin sheets with every thrust until corner of his thin pillow is the only thing stopping Sydney’s head from knocking into the headboard. Carmy grunts in time with his bucks and the light puffs og moans that escape Sydney’s mouth as she squirts over him. He slows as she starts to keen, her legs shaking and trying to cage him as her pussy tighten over his dick, so close in orgasm.

“C’mon Sydney baby, give me that. Cum on this dick baby, let me make you feel better.” he bites out as he hold himself back from nutting himself. Thumb digging into her hip bone to gound her so he can calm her bucking as she cums.

“Shit! Fuck, fuck Carmy! Fuck, Oh my god!” she yells, stuttering with moans and pants as her body jolts with orgasm. Carmy, muffles his own curses as he bend down and muffles her curses with his mouth. She jolts again as his change in position sends her reeling again. He gives shallow thrust to keep her there. Whines of his name and curses upon it escape in mumbles from Sydney with each smack of their lips as he finally settles her by just rests in her.

He back up as she quiets, chest heaving as she blinks hard at him. Her thighs give a small jump as he gives one more thrust, then pulls out of her. She watches his him back out, dick hard and she can tell by his gulping and stressed breaths he’s holding back finishing himself.

“Wha?” she mutters to the ceiling instead of him and he smirks.

“Hold on baby.” Carmy tells her, as he grabs a pillow. Sydney gasp when Carmy drag her to the edge of the bed then flips her over by her calf. She was now face down, ass up, perched on her knees and hips cushioned by the pillow. She slump down, hand stretched out to grip the sheets as she watches his shadow on the walls dip down with shock.

Carmy kneels. One hand opening up her pussy from the back, fingers tapping over the bruises on her ass from earlier. Then, his other hand grasps his dick. Carmy licks into her pussy, moaning into her as he starts to eat her out and beats his dick to finish. He times each pump of his hand with the drill of his tongue. Sydney can’t help but buck back to meet him, soon she’s cumming again, her pussy leaks down Carmy’s chin and to his chest as she muffles herself into the bed.

Carmy surges back himself as he nuts, groaning out her name like a prayer. He shakes out his curls, his free hand pushing them back as he slumps down on his knees, watching Sydney’s trembling legs. Her braids are all splayed out. The burned tips dragging on the emerald sheets as she shakes her head in disbelief at the fuck they just head.

Carmy breath deep for another minute before getting up with a small wobble, then sitting on the bed next to her hip. Sydney gingerly rolls over and kicks the pillow falls to the floor. She looks up at Carmy as he calms his rattling chest and stares back at her with slit eyes.

“ Carmy…”

“Do you need more? I’ll give it all to your Syd.” Carmy stutters earnestly and determined. He leans over and Sydney closes her legs with a slight shake of her head. One more round with Carmy and she doesn’t think she’ll be able to come down.

“No, I-I’m good.” she tells him. They rest in silence for a minute before she sits up, Carmy carcasses her cheek as soon as she vertical. Sydney scoots closers and hums when Carmy runs her arm. She closes her eyes, his stare overwhelming after everything.

“I appreciate you Sydney. You’re fucking amazing and I need you. I want your dreams."

“. . . Then stop making a mess of them. Stop burning yourself. Wasted potential pisses me off even more than you being a fucking up. See what it’s like to be on the other end of a blow up?”

“Yeah. I don’t like seeing you like that.”

“You like when I shut up and just take your shit then?”

“Hell no. You make me better, I just don’t like you that upset. I need you to understand that I appreciate you, and want you."

“You want me?”

“Always. Since day one.”

“Earn me again.”

“I’ll do it.” Carmy vows, he kisses her gently this time. Soft, deep and long, tasting one another enjoys each other’s presence.

Sydney doesn’t know how this will end, but she can tell it’s a new begining.

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wakandamama · 5 days ago

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AHHHHHH

I want you to be mine, again, baby.

Short Modern!au oneshot - Smoke x Annie.

The 1964 Impala Lowrider rolled into the parking lot of Barnes & Noble, sticking out amongst the parked cars with its sleek light blue paint finish and shiny rims. Stack reversed parked the car with one hand, lining up within the empty parking space right across from the entrance to the store.

Lucky bastard. Smoke watched his brother conveniently find a parking space in perfect view of the store, park Smoke's car into the space.

"You gon' hit the post" Smoke reached his hand to the wheel but Stack whacked it away from him.

"Can't you see I'm driving?!" His brother snapped. "And look, its not touching" He harshly tapped the screen that displayed the camera's view of the back of the car. The beeper in the car had flatlined which told Smoke enough.

One rough shake and the car will scrape it.

"Don't turn on the hydraulics"

Stack gripped the steering wheel with a grin, excitement buzzing off from him. "Can't promise that"

Smoke sunk down into the passenger seat, hands at the sides of his head and his eyes locked on to the store front. He knew he should of stayed quiet. Being quiet saved him many times.

But not every time.

Annie was fighting with him. She calmly sent him a text, telling him if he couldn't make time for her, after he rescheduled for the fourth time on the same date, then she wasn't going to wait anymore. Said she didn't need him.

Smoke already knew that. He wasn't with her cause she needed him. He needed her. Wanted to provide anything she wanted, dreamed of, wished for. She was pure radiance in his life and he chased the sun that she was, would gladly burn like Icarus if he could spend every moment with her.

Though, he was also not able to stop the constant rescheduling. The life him and his brother led was highly unpredictable. Annie knew parts of it. He made sure she knew only vague details, as to not tie her to anything specific.

He was devastated every time he had to cancel. He could hear her sad voice through the texts she sent. Initially brushing it off and feigning nonchalance but he knew she would reach her breaking point. She loved with all of her heart but he couldn't stop the motion of his life enough to keep it from breaking her.

So he was left for a week of no replies, she was blocking him out.

Love drove him crazy and, cause of that, he spilled his worries to his brother, who was shocked at hearing how upset Smoke had gotten.

Stack didn't laugh at him, didn't tell him he was a lovesick idiot, he just picked up the keys to Smoke's car and forced him into getting in the car with him.

Forced being a lighter word - he harassed him.

Now they staked out her work place, waiting.

"What time her shift end?" Stack questioned.

"Around..." Smoke checked his watch. "Now...apparently" He was losing confidence by the day.

Stack hummed, tapping his fingers on the wheel until several people exited the store wearing staff uniforms, chatting to each other. They appeared to have finished their shift with jackets on and carrying their bags.

"I'll ask 'em" Stack said and reached behind into the back seats of the car.

"Don't harass them too, they not gonna tell you shit" Smoke grabbed Stack's jacket and pulled to sit him back in the front seat but Stack brought back with him a megaphone in his hand.

"The fuck is th-"

"I came prepared" Stack flashed a smile and held the button down for the driver's window to lower.

"Over my dead-" Smoke slapped both hands onto his brother's right arm, attempting to yank him back but Stack was already hanging out the window."-body" Stack's legs manouvered in the seat to have a better stance on his position, right foot kicking here and there to stop Smoke.

"Get your fucking dirty ass shoes off my seats!" Smoke grabbed his ankle and pulled but Stack wrapped an arm on the roof of the car outside.

"Ay! Barnes & Noble!" Stack's voice boomed out the megaphone, startling the staff. They gingerly looked to him. "When's Annie's shift end?!"

The group looked to each other with perplexion, glancing to him and then decided to ignore him.

Stack continued to badger them while Smoke attempted to bring him back in. He didn't like the idea of getting out the car to shove him back in, cause Stack would just lock him out. But his brother wouldn't budge from his position. Smoke thought if he dragged his brother's pants down, the man may panic and stop his antics, but he had belted his pants securely, thwarting another of Smoke's attempts at stopping him.

"I know she in there!" Stack smacked the roof of the car and it echoed out the megaphone. Trashing his fucking car. "I got a present for her!"

"You sound like a motherfuckin' stalker!" Smoke shouted in the car, fending off Stack's kicking. His brother momentarily paused his efforts and twisted in his position, using the driver's seat as leverage for him to deliver a heavy kick to Smoke's shoulder. Smoke caught it but the force pushed him back up to the passenger's door.

He popped his head back out the window and called through the megaphone again. "Annie! Girl where you at?!"

Smoke pried Stack's jordan off his shoulder just in time to view what Stack was celebrating about into the megaphone. He held his foot in his hands and through the windshield he saw his woman, that he believed to be sent to him by god, appear out the front doors of the store. She held her handbag in one hand, her jacket in the other. Her brows raised high and her head tilted down slightly, eyes wide. He could make it out that her lips parted but didn't move more than that.

"Annie! Thank God, this one's for you!" Stack's low chuckle travelled across the parking lot and suddenly he pulled his foot out of his jordan in Smoke's hold, using his heel to hit the play button on the sound system of Smoke's car.

Smoke froze, still holding his brother's shoe as a song started to play at full volume. He recognised the first few notes and scrambled to turn it off, volume down first. Which alerted Stack who had decided to move back inside the car and fight him for control.

"I want you to be mine~ again, ba....."

The volume increased and decreased at a ridiculous pace, Smoke checking when he could to see if Annie was still watching them. She was, shrugging to her colleagues at the scene without keeping her eyes off of them.

"I kno....my life...s drivin' yo.....azy, ayy!"

Smoke was ready to shoot the player into shutting off from how desperate Stack was determined to do this when the hydraulics started, throwing Smoke back against his seat and holding onto anything to steady himself. It lifted at the front so high he wished he had never installed them.

"I cannot see myself without you!"

Stack tightly held the wheel, cheering at the movement of the hydraulics like he was at a rodeo and shifted gears.

"We call them fans, though, girl, you know how we do"

"Are you fucking nut-!" The car lurched forward, cutting Smoke off when his head hit the roof.

"I go out of my way to please you!"

"Shit my bad!" Stack laughed, barely audible over the music, which blurred in Smoke's head he couldn't understand anything for a while. So focused on staying upright.

"I go out of my way to see you!"

Stack retracted the roof of the car as the front of the car hopped, turning in a giant circle anti-clockwise towards Annie. Smoke held onto the top of the car door, and then to the back of Stack's seat for dear life as he lost control of how he was being thrown up and down, his eyes helplessly watching her. The right side of the car where Smoke was on then lined up to her, just a few paces away and Stack stopped the hydraulics and pulled up the handbrake.

"I ain't playing no games, I need you!"

Smoke was lost for words on what to say to her as they both stared at each other silently with the music still blaring around them from the car, until he felt Stack grab him around his T-Shirt and chain.

They argued, hitting each other as Smoke tried to get out his grasp, swearing at him but somehow Stack kicked the lock of the door open behind Smoke and with his other foot, hit Smoke in the chest and pushed him out the car and onto the ground.

Smoke turned from his side onto his back and stared up to his girlfriend.

"She don't give a fuck who stares, looking too good"

She dropped her bag and jacket by her sides, staring down at him, blinking.

"Get you fucked on sight, I'm tryna finish this who I started with"

She held out her hand to him, her features soft and inviting despite her stunned expression. Music fading into background noise as she descended closer to him on the ground and touched his face where he scraped it on the ground.

Stack turned the music down and shut the passenger car door. "I ain't picking you up until y'all kiss and makeup!" He yelled into the megaphone and revved the engine before he pulled out of the parking lot.

~~~~~~

A spiritual sequel to the 21 questions fic? 😂😂 I hope you enjoyed this as much as i did. I laughed so much i coughed like an old man. There's a youtube short I watched and its exactly what i had in my head for this.

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