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HE’S SO DAMN FINEEEEE🤤😩❤️

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me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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@Yanjusofine_ on Twitter 🤎

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Angela Basset | The Talk(2024)

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megan thee stallion🧡

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Brown Skin & Gold Jewelry ✨

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Can We Pretend…?

Summary: Two souls longing for the same escape. 

Author’s Note: Hi guysssss! I hope you all are well as always! I’m back with something new and I hope that you all enjoy it!!! Please let me know what you think! You know ya girl lives for the commentary!!! I love and appreicate you guys deeply!! Enjoy!!! Enjoy!!!!

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There it was, her infamous heart hanging on her sleeve once again. Infatuation ever glimmering in her orbs as airy confessions of her adorations left her lips in the form of passion-filled melodies.  Bewitching lyrics full of double entendres and lust-driven poetry saturated the ears of the vast crowd that stood before her. She didn’t care if they liked the song or not. All that mattered to her was that it resonated with him. Her curious eyes searched for her nameless lover in the swarm of dancing bodies but to her misfortune, she couldn’t find him. She reassured herself that he was out there nonetheless.

In fact, he was out there, in the center of it all - wedged between the lonely onlookers and the handsy slow-dancing couples. He had the perfect view of her. The stage lights rested softly on her shoulders like dusk or maybe dawn. The various colors dancing on her skin was utterly riveting. As she sang to the crowd, but mostly to him, her mind wandered to their first encounter. 

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She found him sitting on a stool, slouched over at the bar drowning his many sorrows in his liquor of choice. Curiosity allured her to him. The next thing she knew, she was a woman possessed. She found herself sitting beside him staring into his eyes. Warm smiles were exchanged, more drinks were poured, and ramblings of conversation were had. The interaction between them both was easy and simple. Before they knew it, they stumbled into some type of unspoken vulnerability. 

For a brief moment, she studied him. He was ever nursing his drink, with his index finger continuously circling the rim of the glass. Whatever burden he was carrying was heavy and all too consuming. She wondered if he wanted to escape in the same way that she did. So,  running off liquid courage she decided to ask.

“This is going to sound crazy,” she muttered, hesitantly. 

It was the serious tone in her voice that made him give her his full attention. He parted with his drink and turned his full body towards her. He looked at her with such tenderness.

“What is it?” he questioned.

“Can we…Can we pretend?” she asked, forcing the words from her lips. 

“Pretend?” he repeated, with furrowed brows.

“Pretend,” she paused. “Pretend that we’re in love for the night? Just for the night?” she begged as she placed her hand above his.

“I think we both could use that,” she added, as she looked into his eyes. 

The look in her eye was desperate yet pure. Silently, without contemplation, he nodded in agreeance. Moments later, careless decisions were made. 

 His thumb caressed her hand, then her arm, and finally her face. He ran his fingertips softly along her skin as he stared at her full lips. Again, she placed her hand on top of his and willingly melted into his touch. Before she knew it, his lips pressed against hers sweetly. He could taste the very yearning on her tongue as the kiss deepened. 

To the average eye, they looked like two drunken fools wrapped up in lust. But that was far from the truth, to her it felt like fate, and to him, it felt like a dream. Mindlessly, they found a new residence in the comfort of cheap hotel sheets where they spilled secrets and shed clothes.  The night aged rapidly but the moment they shared together was timeless. 

The next morning, he expected to wake up alone, but to his surprise, he awakened with a note resting in his palm. There, he found written affections, an address, and a time for them to meet again to further explore their fairytale. With disbelief, he chuckled to himself as the widest grin appeared on his face.

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And now here he is standing in the very heartbeat of her admiration. Her melodies washed over him gradually and softly like a spring rain. Effortlessly, he was lost in her like an unending maze. 

As she belted out her final note, she looked at the cheering crowd once more still ever hopeful. Again, to her dismay, she couldn’t find him. With gratitude and grace, she bowed and smiled widely before exiting the stage. She ventured to her dressing room and threw her body into the first chair that she could find. Slouching forward, her body sank deeper into the cushion of the chair as her mind sank deeper into the depths of her thoughts. She exhaled loudly and closed her eyes for a short moment. Seconds later, she heard three knocks on the door. 

“Come in,” she answered, now sitting upright fully alert.

The door creaked as it slowly opened. The anticipation was driving her wild. The first thing she saw was a bouquet of flowers which immediately made her smile. The second, was his face. His beautiful face. Elation glazed over her as she stood to her feet. Quietly, he closed the door behind him and set the flowers on the table. With slow movements, she approached him and stared into his warm brown eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered.

“Hey,” he repeated in the same manner.

“You were amazing out there,” he continued.

“Last night was amazing,” she spat with an eager and honest tongue.

“It was,” he agreed, with a bashful smile. “I was surprised when I got your note. I didn’t think you would want to see me again,” he added. 

“Now why would you think a silly thing like that?” she responded, flirtatiously. 

Again, he smiled, as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“I just wanted to thank you and congratulate you on your beautiful performance,” he admitted.

“Is that all you came for?” she questioned, earnestly.

“No,” he admitted, sincerely.

“Good,” she responded, as she grabbed his hand lightly. With a subtle tug of her wrist, she pulled him in closer.

“You don’t want this, I’m all messed up,” he whispered, along her lips.

“I’m all messed up too,” she reassured, as she pressed her forehead against his. “It’s ok,” she whispered. 

Silently, she studied his features with sober eyes, desperately wanting to remember every detail. Tenderly, she palmed his face and planted the sweetest kiss along his lips. With unexplainable ease, he trusted her and allowed himself to collapse into the sweetest bliss of her own making. He was never a fan of fairytales or anything remotely fantasy. But for her, he would be.

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Megan Thee Stallion 💎

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