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summary: a night in becomes a night of interrogation. co-writer: @zillasvilla

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Blaire's smile could hardly be contained as she half ran through the house to the living room. Setting up, Brennan and Ciara were swaying to the raunchy musical playlist. 

"Josie is coming!" Blaire blurts out. 

She already had her phone turned for Brennan to see it. Their older sister, Blake, was a world traveler. After finishing college with her Masters in Business, she decided to just travel and in that time managed to create a successful international real estate business for two years now. Their father had been a big investor and with his connections to construction companies and other manufactures, it just made sense. 

Blake had kept in touch regularly, but this would be the first time she's had some real downtime. 

“Bull! She told me she was going to Italy for a few weeks!” Brennan grabbed the phone in shock, “First of all, why didn’t she put this in the group chat!”

"She wanted to surprise Mom and Dad! Shut up!" 

Ciara looked up from the large balloons for one of their games, caught off guard. "Blaire, thats some foul language." 

"Brennan talks too much," she explained. "She would have told them as soon as Josie told her." 

Brennan rolls her eyes, and hands her back the phone to grab her own from the coffee table, “Daddy hates surprises. I would’ve hinted at it.” 

"Daddy also hates when you eat his snacks. You would have told him." She stomps. 

“Matta-a-fact, where’s Terry?” 

Before Blaire could respond the back sliding doors were opened, and shoes were kicked off. “Yo!”  Terry’s voice could be heard first as the steps got closer. Both dressed in just sweatpants and black tees, Aaron and Terry had interrupted their moment.  “Where are Marcus and Angela.?”

“Working.” Brennan moves around Terry to step into Aaron’s open arms. “Dad is helping a friend move-in and mama is at some awards show doing hair.”

Blaire closed out the text thread after sending Josie a reply. Her vision suddenly changed when Terrence tipped her head up so she was looking at him. That same goofy smile on his face. He winked and his never ending need to woo her made her give a half smile. 

“So, y’all are here alone?” Aaron asks after placing a kiss on Brennan's cheek. 

“Ain’t none of that cause they are coming back tonight,” Ciara cuts in. “Plus their sister is coming.”

Aaron and Terry shared a look. They had heard of their older sister, but hadn't met her before. Usually, she'd pay for Brennan and Blaire to fly to wherever she is and those times Terry and Aaron opted to stay home. They could afford it, but it was rare they had that kind of time together. They didn't want to intrude too much. 

"Blake is coming?" Terry asks. 

Blaire nods, her smile spreading at the mention of her sister. "I asked if she could get me some pointe shoes!" 

In her excitement, she held her hand out for Terry's, pulling him towards the kitchen area. 

“I need your help.” Aaron whispers as Brennan drags him upstairs to her room. 

It was on rare days when both of her parents were working and she could have him upstairs in her room with the door closed. So whenever she had the change, she took it. . 

“Well forget me then,” Ciara throws her hands up in a ‘what about me motion'.

“We’ll be back in 30 minutes Cici,” Brennan says. 

"The kitchen is an open concept," Blaire says. "I'm right here!" 

"Blaire, you ain't gotta yell at me," Ciara pretends to cry dramatically. 

Brennan stops at the balcony that looks down into the living room, she looks at Ciara with her left eyebrow arched. “Really bitch? Just call Tyreek.”

“Ion want that nigga.” Ciara stops in disgust, “boy is still on a second grade reading level.” 

"That is unfortunate." Blaire adds while pulling the honeydew melon from the freezer. 

She had prepared her watermelons and sugary pineapples earlier. Most of the snacks tonight weren't textures she liked, other than the massive bag of rice cakes and plain ruffles. She was sure Terrence and Aaron ordered wings. She pushed the melon towards Terrence so he could cut it. 

"I have to start the cinnamon rolls. Do you want to help me?" Blaire asks, looking towards Ciara as she turns on the sink to wash her hands. 

Terrence huffs, but cuts the melons down for her. Ciara jumps up from the floor and skips into the kitchen to wash her hands. 

"Bet." 

Once she set Ciara up with the recipe, Blaire slid onto one of the stools on the opposite side of the island. Their notebooks were open to a math problem from their calculus mock exam. The questions would be very similar to what's coming up on their unit test. Blaire loved the order of numbers. Everything had it's place, but she hated trying to understand that order. 

Next to her, Terrence had already worked through the problem. He understood the order a little bit different. He'd had always been more math inclined. He leaned in, throwing his arm around the back of her chair after pulling her closer. He read the question to her. Right in her ear with a soft tone. 

"I know what it's says, Terrence," Blaire huffs. 

"Start over," he replies, "I'll talk you through it." 

Ciara cleared her throat, hand over her chest as if she was appalled. "In front of my cinnamon rolls?" 

"Close your eyes then," Terry replied. "Mi ke hinka mi lenga den su boka," he grumbled. 

Blaire turned to him with wide eyes. She'd been learning a little bit of his native tongue, but this was the first time she understood the whole sentence. 

"Bo ta komprondé mi?" He asked. A slow smile spread across his face. 

"Yes." 

"Blaire." He leaned in again. "Bo no tin niun idea kon largu mi a warda riba esei." 

Aaron pulled out his history homework from his book bag he left the night before by her desk. While he was a straight-A student, anything related to the subject has never been his thing. History was his current block from maintaining an all A report card. Brennan loved all things history and it was currently the only honors class she had with him.

“This is easy Aaron.” She says from his lap with her own completed homework in front of  them on the desk. “You’re just going over how Jim Crow laws affected the Black community after the Civil War ended, plus knowing the history behind the 13th, 14th & 15th amendments that were put in place.”

Their teacher had assigned a history paper on topics they learned throughout the year or on a topic they felt so strongly about. Aaron had chosen to write about the effects of Jim Crow and the disadvantage it put Black Americans in. While she wanted to focus on the impact the Harlem Renaissance had on Black-American culture. 

“The books in the school libra-”

“Those have been outdated for years and the librarian refuses to order new ones. Blaire and I go to the public library.” She gets up from his lap to get a book from her dresser. “I was using this to help study for finals.”

It had been a reference book that was thicker than their textbook. Each page went into detail of all the laws and amendments put in place and how Jim Crow laws came to be. 

“The material she gives us in the packets is dumbed down.” 

“You’re a lifesaver, you know that.” 

He grabs the book and her hand before she could sit on the bed and pulls her into his lap. A quick kiss was placed on her cheek and she watched him flip through the pages and jot down a few notes. He would finish the paper later, though he always likes to prepare himself and find all of his resources before starting. Ten minutes later he had packed his things up and tossed it by the window to grab on his way out.

“Excited to see your sister?” 

“Always.” She mutters. The last time she saw her they spent a week in New York for Fashion week for Brennan and Broadway shows for Blaire. “It's been a while since she came to the house.”

He nods, and rubs his hands up and down her sides gently–feeling her relax into his touch. Aaron presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth before whispering, “How much time we got left before they come looking?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Josie’s here!” Brennan was the first to notice the sleek matte blue Aston Martin pulling behind the house to the garage. Her and Blaire had been quick to slip on some shoes mid-game of uno and race to the door. 

Blake had pulled into the garage to hide her car before their parents got home. Before even shutting off the car, the door had opened and there stood her younger twin sisters.

“Shit–scared the hell out of me.”

“So,” Brennan moves her hands around dramatically while making a face. “Why didn't you tell me you were coming?”

“If I wanted you to tell mom and dad I was in town, then I would’ve told you.” She pops the trunk to grab out her luggage and several shoppings bags. “Be a good little sister and help me please.”

"I told you!" Blaire adds. 

“Whatever.” Brennan waves them off and heads to the trunk, “What did you get me?”

Blake shakes her head and steps out with her brown louis vuitton bag and motorola razor.

“Can we go in the house first?”

They helped Josie get settled into the main house in her room first. They were glued to her side as they walked back towards the poolhouse. To Brennan and Blaire, Josie hung the moon. They had been eight when she graduated highschool and left for college. She came home sporadically, but they could tell the wandering spirit was starting to bloom. One night she called home saying she was in Ireland for a semester. After that, Josie had visited six countries by the new year. 

"What do I keep hearing about these boys?" Josie stops them outside the poolhouse door. "Sneaking into your bedrooms? Hiding in the closets?" 

Blaire bit down on her bottom lip. "Terrence uses the door sometimes." 

Brennan rolls her eyes. "That's not what she meant." 

"They're twins?" She asked, folding her arms over her chest. "Who is who?" 

Brennan looked over Josie's shoulder to the two figures peeking through the curtains at the windows. They noticed her and jumped back, their shadows scattering away. 

"Aaron is my boyfriend. Terry," Brennan trails off with an eye roll, "you'll know which one he is." 

She looked to Blaire. "Is he your boyfriend?" 

Shaking her head, Blaire wrung her hands together. "No." 

It was hard not to laugh and Josie turned towards the poolhouse. "Yeah, right." 

“If it acts like a duck, looks like a duck, then it's a boyfriend.” Brennan walks ahead of them inside.

"He's not a duck." Blaire whispers as she follows behind them.

“It's a figure of speech Blaire,” Josie explains.

"But ducks can't be boyfriends." She rationalizes. 

"That's why it's a figure of speech. Not a fact." She looked to Brennan and then the poolhouse. 

Ciara had been pulling out the cinnamon rolls per Blaire’s instructions when she saw Terry and Aaron off playing in the family room like they hadn’t been watching them through the windows. She knew enough about the older sister, and had even met her a few times, when she was in town. 

“Blaire, you made cinnamon rolls?" Josie made a beeline to the kitchen the moment she smelled the sweet treat coming out of the oven after opening the door. “Hey Ciara,”  She was quick to grab a paper towel and cut out a corner piece–forgoing the homemade glaze that was being warmed up. 

"Hey Blake! And I made them.”

Blaire purses her lips, “you almost burned them.” She didn't want to start a second batch, but her hands were on the flour container before she realized it. 

“Listen here,” Ciara throws her hands up! “Y’all got a fancy ass oven timer, ever heard of a regular kitchen timer?"

Blaire glanced down at the timer. "It's not on." 

"Why are they hiding?" Josie asks. 

“Terry’s a scary ass anyway.” Brennan goes over to the couch they were sitting on, "Aaron.” She coos as she walked up behind him where he was sitting on the couch pretending to read something.  

He tilts his head back to look up at her with a soft smile.

“Come in the kitchen."

Aaron nudged Terry to follow behind him, both brothers slightly nervous to meet the oldest sibling. Josie eyed them both, staring at the very different twins. Then she thought how they were paired off and it made sense. She watched Terry make his way to Blaire's side, standing slightly behind her.

“Blaire is not the shield you think she is,” Josie bites into the roll and glances over at Aaron who had a death grip on Brennan’s hand. “What, y’all think I’m like my mama?”

Aaron nervously rubs the back of his neck, “Hi, I’m Aaron.”

"This is Terrence," Blaire points to the boy heavy breathing behind her. 

"Terry," Terry says, glancing to Josie. "She won't call me Terry." 

Blaire dumps the flour into a sifter with the baking soda and small pinch of salt. "Your name is Terrence." 

“So, ya'll the boys mama says been sneaking in their rooms.” Josie nods between bites. “Interesting. Oh Cici, I have a surprise for you.”

Ciara perks up, and instantly rushes to her side. “What is it, a bag, a car, a house in Greece?  The cover of Essence magazine?”

Aaron and Terry weren't sure what to think about Josie. They heard a lot about her from the girls, but in person they didn't know what to say. 

“I won’t even buy Brennan a Van Cleef set,” She shakes her head and looks out the kitchen windows to see the tall figure walking up to the door. “You think imma buy you a house? 

“Which aint nothing but a check that you’ll make back the next morning.“ Brennan pouts. 

"I'm not buying yall spoiled asses shit," she replies. "Carson is coming!" She paused. "We're, um, close." 

“Ugh that nigga,” Ciara dramatically whines, but was more than happy to see her older brother. She shrugs at Blake’s last comment. “I knew that already. I saw you sneaking out the back door last summer when I went to visit.”

The wings arrived as the spades table got loud, Josie yelling to Ciara about her books, Terry and Brennan-for once-working as a team. The bowl of money next to the table was filled to the brim as neither one of them wanted to be outdone by the other. 

Blaire sat on one side of the coffee table, setting up her side of the chess board. The maroon chess pieces were new, she didn't like the plain black and white that was considered "classic". Opposite the maroon set was a dark olive set she ordered a few weeks ago. Her and Aaron were co captains for their schools Chess Team and competed regularly. This game was a strategy session. There was a tournament coming up and they were trying to figure out how to win against their rivals from Hillcrest. Currently, they were 2-3 against them, losing their last tournament to a scholars mate set up. The four moves haunted Blaire and Aaron the entire ride home as they tried to recreate the pathway to it. 

Blaire began rearranging the pieces to mimic one of the strategy they used, she'd work backwards to figure out how to counter it. Aaron preferred to work from top of game to the end, so they often met in the middle. Carson had been sitting next to Blake with his hand on her thigh while keeping score with his own laugh. “You should’ve played the King the last round, Peanut.” He looks over at his younger sister. “Even I know that.” 

Carson was Ciara’s older brother who went off and joined the Marines before she could turn five. Though he made sure to write and call her whenever he could, sending pictures and souvenirs from all the places he visited. In return their parents would fly her out some weeks of the summer when he had the time. Though it had been a complete surprise to learn his little sister was bestfriends with his girlfriend’s sisters. 

“Hollon, hollon, how was I supposed to know Brennan had that ace of spade!” Ciara defends after throwing out her only spade left, a king.

Josie shakes her head, “That’s the first card you look for!”

Between the two teams Brennan and Terry had eight books and a possible, only to come out with ten books at the end of the game. So far they were at a total of 214 points and needed at least another 300 hundred to win the bowl of money. 

“I thought she played it!” 

“Ooh, sucks to be you Ciara.” Terry laughs and begins shuffling the deck to start a new game. 

Josie shakes her head and looks back at her youngest sister, playing a game of chess with Aaron, which made her wonder about the dynamics of the twins' relationships.  

"Explain to me," Josie says, "how that," she points to Aaron and Blaire focused on the chess pieces, "and ya'll, don't work?" '

Brennan cuts the deck after Terry passes them to her so she could deal out a hand. “Terry’s a fuckboy.” 

Terry cuts his eyes at Brennan. 

"Oh," Josie says.

"You get on my nerves," Terry replies. 

He glances at Blaire who is focus on the moving pieces. He himself knew how to play, but Blaire usually beat him in under five minutes. She could be super competitive when she wanted.

“He smells like ass,”

“No he doesn’t,” Blaire sighs from her seat. 

Carson looks up, “So, y’all just fight like cats and dogs?”

“Pretty much,” Ciara chimes in. “It’s verbal today, tomorrow? We’ll never know,” she shrugs, "but, I'll break it down because they are going to argue. Blaire wanders and the one time Aaron had to go find her he was stressed out." 

“I was not stressed.” Aaron looks up after moving one of his pieces. “She was over stimulated and trying to regulate. I'd never seen her like that before!" 

“Aaron, baby.” Brennan shakes her head like he was naive. “You also started to get over stimulated. You called me stressin' because she was stressin'." 

Ciara hides her laugh. "You aren't as stern as Terry." She looked at her cards as they were dealt. "He can be too much," she says, using Blaire's language to describe the rougher twin, "but he can get her attention." 

Aaron shrugged. "She doesn't make noise when she walks off. She just…" 

"Vanishes," Josie laughs. “Trust me, I know.” 

The few times she’s watched them, she noticed her younger sister's ability to go very quiet. She used to get worried when she would wander off while they were out eating or shopping. 

"Aaron and Brennan work best because she likes to fight. Aaron is non-confrontational." 

Carson points between Blaire and Terry at the table. "But Terry isn't Blaire's boyfriend?"

"No!" Blaire huffs. "Terrence is not." 

Terry smirks with his own head shake. “Yet.”

Carson. “Ciara, do you have a boyfri-”

Ciara holds a hand up to cut him off. “We not talkin about me right now.” 

“She dumped her last nigga cause of his reading level” Terry snickers. “Ole boy reading l-l-like th-this-” 

“Please don’t remind me,” Ciara groans. “It wouldn’t be bad if he didn’t write like a four year old.” 

“I tried to tutor him.” Aaron pushes his glasses up and watches Blaire’s next move. He followed her strategy quickly and was already thinking of his next move. “Nigga just dumb.”

“Such potty mouths y’all have,” Josie stifles a laugh at the highschool drama.  

Always ready to poke fun, Ciara pointed towards Blaire. "She called me a bitch this morning." 

Sliding her piece into place, Blaire looked up at Ciara. "No. I said beach! Specifically because we were planning a beach trip."  

Brennan smiles. "At the end of the day, I like my nerd." 

While the girls had changed into their pajamas for the night, the guys had cleaned up and chose a movie to watch. Josie took this as a chance to sit down and talk with the twins. 

“Aaron, Terrence,” Josie waves them over. 

She had been sitting under the back patio checking some emails when she noticed them emptying the trash and recycling. The brothers looked between each other nervously and headed her way. 

“Sit, I'm almost done.”

The twins sat across from her as she finished out the last of her emails and set up her calendar for the next few months. She would soon need to book flights, but that could wait as she closed her computer and pushed her glasses over her head.

“Despite my sisters thinking they grown, my parents have said nothing but nice things about you two." Josie leaned back in her chair. "Even my Mom, but," She trails off. "Brennan and Blaire both require more care." 

"They are pretty good at managing themselves," Aaron says. 

"They have too. Mom and Dad taught them to take care of themselves, sure, but we know they are on opposite ends of the spectrum from us." Clasping her hands together, Josie eyes the two boys in front of her. "Brennan is more impulsive, blunt, sporadic, but she easily forgets things and has difficulty organizing her thoughts. She gets the 'blank face' and zones out while she tries to remember why she came into a room." 

"Oh,' Aaron says. 

"She'd light a candle and put it next to a hanging towel." It was an extreme way to view Brennan, but not far off from her childhood behavior. "She hides it well. Brennan is more self conscious about things. She wants to be seen as normal as possible." 

"I've never seen that part of her." Aaron says, "I mean, she rambles a lot but I just thought it was a girl thing." 

Josie turned her attention to Terry. "I'm not sure how you do it, but Blaire isn't a talker." 

"She talks to me," Terry says, "I mean I bug her, but she talks. A lot really." He scratches the back of his neck. 

"Do you like her?" Josie asks. 

"Yeah. I do." 

"She barely acknowledges him." Aaron snorts. "He's ignored more often than not." 

"That's how I know she's overstimulated. I leave her alone and she comes and gets me when she's ready." 

"But," Josie prods. 

"She can be mean." Terry admitted. "When she's aggravated or something is bothering her that she doesn't want to talk about it." 

"She has more needs and she more reserved than Brennan. You've seen her meltdowns?" 

Terry nods, though it didn't turn him away from Blaire. If anything, he wanted to be around more. 

"Yeah," he whispers. "I have once. It came out of no where. She was exhausted after it. I didn't talk to her for a few days because she wanted to be alone." 

Josie leans forward, her hands clasped together.  "She gets embarrassed about them. We aren't sure what triggers her." 

Theres a break of silence between them before Josie looks at the house.

"I know my Dad gave you the talk about them. They both get attached quickly and Blaire isn't a fan of change so she's going to push back with you Terry, but, I say all that to say, tread carefully." She paused. "Very carefully." 

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it really frustrates me to think about how people are inevitably going to take Remmick’s one (1) singular statement about how much he resents the way the Irish were colonized and forcibly converted to Christianity and use it as fuel for “actually he had a point” and “he was right actually” and “he’s not really the villain here” posts, when the whole point is that Remmick is, through the vampiric hive mind he’s creating, forcibly assimilating people into yet another manipulative and parasitical system. he doesn't value the cultures of the people he assimilates—notice how all the vampires he turns dance to his culture's music using his culture's dances, and how he only uses the languages or knowledge other vampires have to offer when he needs to manipulate someone. Remmick is extremely transparent about the way he sees the people he turns as resources to exploit.

he’s perpetuating a cycle that he claims to hate and resent, and I think the movie is pretty damn clear about the fact that he doesn’t see anybody as valuable or useful to him except as prey and as pawns—otherwise he would just, you know, focus solely on people who actually consent to being turned. but he looked sad in that one scene and he’s an apparently attractive white cis man so people are gonna bend over backwards justifying all the harm he did.

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Chapter Three: Who are you?

Summary: Another few weeks of classes goes by leaving Brennan to figure out her future. Pairing: Terry Richmond x Blaire Anderson & Aaron Richmond x Brennan Anderson Word count: 2.7k

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The lecture hall was filled with eager students. Professor Banks had been one of her favorite professors, and was teaching this semester's course on Ethics of Law. Normally engaged with the lecture, Brennan had been leaning on the arms rest of her desk. She was listening to her professor while browsing through several custom art supplies. She didn’t want to admit it, but Chantal’s comments got under her skin, and now she was questioning if she wanted to continue Law School. She was originally an art major, she painted, danced, and sang a little in the church choir, but painting had been something she loved. The blue multi-colored ballpoint pen tapped against her notebook, every so often glancing at the time on the clock.

“Ms. Anderson, is there something more important than my lecture?”  

Brennan could feel all eyes on her as she looked up at Professor Banks.. His face was round and when he smiled it was inviting, but the look on his face now reminded her of her dad’s when he was upset with her. His expression had been that of a ‘care to share with the class look’.

“No Professor.” 

Professor Banks looks at her for a brief moment before resuming his lecture. Brennan was pulled away with a message notification at the bottom of her screen from Aaron.

Bubba: Lunch at Vernelli’s?

Professor Banks walks through the aisles greeting his students as they leave the room. Brennan had been packing the last of her things when he stopped next to her.  Professor Banks sits on the edge of a desk with a leg crossed as he pulls his glasses off to hold. Brennan sees out of the corner of her eye him waiting to be acknowledged. 

She slings the black Hermes back over her shoulder as she turns to leave. “Professor.” “You’re usually more engaged in my class Ms. Anderson.” He points out, he had walked the whole room during his lecture, and caught what she was doing on her screen. 

She shrugs. “Just a rough day,”

“That or you’re no longer interested in being a lawyer.” He shrugs. “My wife gets her brushes custom, I can give you the contact for it.” He digs in his pocket for his phone, surprising Brennan for a moment. 

“Didn’t know that was in your job description.” 

“It is when one of my top students would rather browse art supplies than to answer my questions about the ethics of law and how it pertains to the personal and professional life of a lawyer.” Professor Banks always admired the Anderson sisters, especially after realizing Brennan was the daughter of a line brother. 

Although she looked like her father, she was just as fiery as her mother. Just looking at her had him making another note to call them over for dinner. “Vivian, my wife, she's head of the Fine Art’s Department–”

A knock on the door turns their attention to a young man peeking his head in. 

“Mr. Richmond, class doesn’t start for another two hours,”

“Sorry Professor,” Aaron walks up to Brennan’s side. His hand rested on her back while looking down at her in concern. “You okay?” He had been blowing her phone up with messages of being outside, when twenty minutes passed he had gone in to find her. 

She grabs his hand in hers to squeeze. “Yeah, we're just talking.” 

“Well, I won’t hold up to much of your time, but Ms. Anderson, I implore you to meet with my wife. Vivian Banks, she’s the head of the Neeman Fellowship being brought to Hillman, I think you’ll be interested.” 

He pulls out a white business card and passes it to her. “I’d hate to lose someone as bright as you as a student,” He smiles at her then looks at Aaron who was grabbing her books from her to hold. “But I believe in doing what you love.” 

“Are you telling me to drop law school?”  Brennan looks at the card, running her fingers over the gold ink imprinted ink

He stands while tapping the glasses in his hand with a smile. “Good luck Ms. Anderson.”

“So tell me again, why are we hosting the party here?” Ciara, asked. 

She’s been Brennan’s best friend since high school. When she wasn’t with Blaire, she was either with her. The two of them cheer captains together. They had gone to separate colleges freshman year before deciding to come back home. Brennan had been quick to offer an empty room for her when she heard the news. Ciara was on the next flight to Hillman.

 Ciara had still been unpacking her room since. A training camp spot had been given to her, for the basketball season coming soon. The past few weeks had been nothing but classes, work and practice. It had been her only free day of getting fully unpacked. She was tired, and ready to sleep when Brennan decided to host the first Greek party of the year. Here. 

They had been moving important valuables in to Blaire’s small study, as it was the only room downstairs that had doors with a working lock, while Aaron and Terry moved furniture around. It had been a while since she saw them and was surprised at them walking around the house like they lived there. 

“Kenya.” Brennan huffs and makes sure to put everything in the closet on the floor. 

She made a little walkway so they wouldn’t get stepped on when it was time to bring them back out. She didn’t feel like moving Blaire’s stuff without her here. It wasn’t even in her way but she knew her twin would end up finding a new spot for it until it was ready to be put out.

She wasn’t supposed to be hosting first, as it was usually reserved for the president of their chapter. However, Kenya had been riding her ass for days about getting Aaron and Terry to say yes on doing the charity bachelor auction. It was said Terry let out a big ‘Fuck no’ . Kenya had a way of using fundraisers and Greek events to get what she wanted. She could care less about the letters, and the charity work, and that was something that turned Brennan off completely.   

“She’s on probation for her misconduct so now I have to host.” 

“Damn, doesn’t that mean the president's position opens?” Ciara didn’t know much about sorority life even though her mom was in one. 

She really didn’t have time to commit to one with her athletic career. Brennan was probably the closest she was going to get and she was okay with that. It sounded like a lot of drama and a lot of 'I'll beat this bitch ass'. 

“Nope.” Brennan pops the p. “I have it.” 

“Huh?” Ciara heard the question, but she couldn’t process how. “How?”

“Each chapter has an advisor. Professor Banks inadvertently introduced me to mine, Vivian Banks.” 

“Dr. Banks is the fine arts director?” Ciara’s major had been in literature, and Dr. Banks had been the one to set her classes up in a way that worked best for her. 

“And also the new Chapter Advisor.”   Brennan locks the door behind them as they leave. “She’d been watching the chapter during events and following the schedule.”  The living and dining area had been cleared of all furniture and replaced with a DJ setup set up outside. The house looked as if they just toured it. “Kenya was her first course of action.” Brennan shrugs. 

“So, she found out you were legacy and your sister’s position on The Pantheon.” Ciara tells her. She never understood why Brennan never mentioned being a legacy. It would’ve saved a lot of headaches.

“What you say it like that for?” Brennan laughs, and walks over to Aaron who had been sitting on one of the barstools. He stolen one of the cookies Blaire had started baking. The first batch was a test batch before her morning meeting. 

“Cause, you should’ve been told that bitch you were legacy.  That's why she acts like that.”

“What is she talking about?” Aaron pulls her into his arms and kisses her cheek. 

“Nothing.”

“Girl, please, she let Kenya talk to her any kind of way because she thinks she ain’t Legacy.”

“Shut up Ciara.” Brennan sighs. 

She hadn’t been telling Aaron because of how she knew he could get. Aaron squeezed her side and got up. Terry had long left to go shower and he guided her upstairs to her room leaving Ciara to freely pull out her phone to text her boyfriend, Kenneth, the address. 

The door to her room shut behind them once they walked in. Brennan instantly went and sat at her vanity to start doing her makeup for the party. She could see him move around the room through the mirror until he laid on her bed.

“What’s she talking about Boni?”

Brennan shuffles through the different brushes and settles on her contour brush.  She wasn’t intentionally ignoring him, she just didn’t want to talk about it. Aaron turns his head to look in the mirror and when their eyes lock, he arches an eyebrow in question.

“Brennan.”

She blows a breath and drops a brush in the cup and grabs another one. “Someone reported Kenya to The Pantheon for her inappropriate conduct and lack of respect for its rules and regulations.” 

“So she’s blacklisted?”

“Nah, probation to earn her spot back as a sister, but they stripped her of any official titles.” Brennan doesn’t look at him and crosses her leg over the other and leaned forward in the mirror. 

The bed dips and his reflection disappears from the mirror when she isn't looking. Just thinking about her had her irritated and the mood was starting to sour. Kenya had been the bane of her existence the moment she decided to pledge Alpha Delta Rho.

  “She has a classist point of view on who can be a sister.” 

 “You didn’t tell them you were a legacy?”

“She wanted you and Terry to be bachelors at a charity auction.” Brennan switches between different make-up tools, getting annoyed with this conversation. 

“Kenya likes to fucking haze people.”  Brennan closes her eyes and inhales deeply pushing back the trauma of getting hazed to the back of her mind.  The feel of his warm hands rubbing into her shoulders made her relax until they met chest to back. 

He presses a kiss to her ear and hums her name softly. “Brennan.”

It tingled her ear as she opened her eyes until they met in the mirror. “Because of her fucked up way of thinking, In the midst of changing my major.” She sighs and crosses her arms.  “I became Chapter President.”

“Back to art?” He would notice that part of the conversation first. 

“Oh so you think you know me?” She looks at him.

“Mhm, never understood why you didn’t major in it the first time.”

Art had been a hobby she picked growing up. Her love for art comes from seeing her dad paint a mural for a charity event. She enjoyed learning about the different colors, and how they mixed with different bases. She got her first canvas and paint set on her eight birthday and she’s been painting since. 

“You know how my mama is.”

“She wouldn’t care.” Aaron wasn’t wrong. Her mother just wanted kids with degrees. She didn’t care what they were in. ‘I ain’t raising no dumb kids’ had been her mantra all of high school and it still followed Brennan when she applied to schools.

“Thought you would be upset.” She tilts her head back to look up at him. “We won’t be that powerful lawyer couple.”

He looks down at her with a smile, and kisses her nose. “As long as I have you, I don’t care what we are.”

Blaire was arranging the platters of fruit, vegetables, and dessert trays. Brennan had insisted on a day party with lighter food options, but Aaron and Terry were on their way to pick up trays of wings because in Terry's words 'I ain't eating that'. Blaire kept on the white blouse from her morning meeting at the ADA office, but switched her blue pants to khaki pants. She had rolled the sleeves up to her elbows and lightly wand curled her blown out hair. Music was flowing from the DJ and in about an hour ppl would be arriving. Everywhere Blaire had been on campus she overheard people Greek and non, talking about the day party. Many were headed to stores to pregame. 

On top of what was pre-ordered, Blaire had a few trays of cookies in the double ovens making the house smelly like a bakery. 

Blaire hadn't expected a day party from Brennan. It wasn't the typical type of party thrown on campus either, but it was still the talk of campus because it was being thrown by ADR. She heard footsteps and looked up to see Ciara and Brennan coming downstairs, finally dressed. Amaya, Blaire's best friend, was still in her room, doing some light unpacking. 

Brennan had been on the phone with Aaron while Ciara went to the kitchen to set up shots of casamigos for them. Aaron and Terry were on their way back with the wings and she hoped they got her ten-piece lemon pepper wings. Ciara slid the shots towards her. 

“You think Kenya is coming?”

“For sure,” Brenna throws back the shot with a scrunch of her nose at the burn of it in the back of her throat, She followed it with a lime and salt. “Especially when it gets back to her that I’m hosting?” She glances down at her phone, to see he was on the line. “And you know Kenya is coming, so is Keisha.”

“Who are they?” Amaya finally joins them at the kitchen island after unpacking and freshening up. She rushed to finish as her boyfriend sent her a message that he was pulling into the driveway. 

“Bitches,” Ciara throws back her shot and grabs the bottle to pour another. 

They caught Amaya up on the campus drama, including her like she had been with them since they were little. They also realized Amaya was able to pull Blaire out of her shell. Ciara cheered when she finally got that shot with her. 

“Oh, my boyfriend is here.” Amaya looks up from her phone. 

“The door is unlocked, so he can just come on in.”

Blaire had been putting the last of the cookies she baked into a glass cookie jar. Her back was to the door but could hear Amaya about to greet someone and a loud scream.

“I know you fuckin' lying!” Brennan drops her phone in surprise. There was know way this was happening to them right now.

"What kind of demonic fuckery," 

Blaire turned around and the two cookies in her hand dropped to the ground. She was not seeing a double. Although, sensing where this would go she grabbed a towel and wiped her hands off. 

"Who are you?" 

“Aa-”

“The fuck you are he know not to come around me with that fuck ass hairstyle.” Brennan narrows her eyes to studying the person standing across from them. “Aaron’s eyes are also greenish. Yours ain’t.”

"Te-"

"Incorrect." Blaire says. "Just….no." 

Amaya was confused. They were acting like they knew him already. Even Ciara and she had no idea who she was before today. 

“Nigga who are you?” Ciara asks, because she could’ve sworn Terry and Aaron had left already and neither one of them could grow a head full of hair in a few hours. 

“This is Francis.” Amaya introduces him. “My boyfriend.”

Francis gave up on trying to trick them and laughed to himself for even trying. “Blaire,” He looks at the two sisters looking at him. “Brennan. Aaron and Terry talk a lot about you." 

"And yet," Brennan says, though Blaire interjects. 

"They didn't tell us there was a third." She folds her arms across her chest as Terry walks in, a smile on his face. "Ever." 

"A third?" Amaya asks, though her jaw drops when Aaron walks in behind Terry. .

“There’s three of y’all?!” 

Ciara pours another shot in disbelief. 

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“I’m for everything Black.

Black women.

Black men.

Black LGBTQIA+.

Everything black, because when I wake up I know I bleed the culture and I carry the roots of my ancestors.”

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Imagine This……

As soon as Josh was by himself, his fingers trembled slightly as he scrolled through his contacts, looking for her. The rush from his match against Gunther, still very much present and running through his veins. His eyes were glued to the softly illuminated screen as he located her name. His other hand was already shoving his cargo trousers down.

Josh’s head fell back against the couch he was sitting on, as he dipped his hand under the waistbands of his cargos and boxers, his soul focus was hearing her sweet voice. He didn’t care that his family were waiting to celebrate with him, he had important business to attend to first. Josh’s heartbeat quickened and his thick long fingers dragged down his happy trail.

The dial tone seemed never ending, as he waited to hear her voice congratulating him on his win. Josh’s hand tightened its grip around his cock, which was becoming harder with each second that passed. He closed his eyes shut when he heard her voice through the speakerphone, causing his cock to jolt.

“Josh!” she shrieked through the phone. “Congrats baby, you did so well. Five moves of doom, who?”

Josh gripped his cock harder at the sound of her voice, and the pad of his thumb smeared the beads of precum along the tip of his cock.

“Ma…..” Josh said, his voice coming out as a desperate plea. “Keep talkin’ to me.”

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DOECHII — Anxiety (dir. James Mackel, 2025) +

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Now I KNOW we losing recipes, in church and done see not ONE Hat😔😔😔

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I’m not even joking when I say Roman literally saying that he supports Trump upsets me cause what do you even mean by that…

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This is Money Snake. She only appears every 312 years. 

If you reblog her picture within the next twenty-five seconds you will have good luck and fortune for the rest of your life. 

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Summary: Meet The Richmonds takes places after A Different World: Next Generation and before/during Melanin Preparatory Academy. It follows Terrence and Blaire after college and during his first base assignment and what comes with it. There is going to be drama, angst, fluff, fun, and sadness. 

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“Fuck,” Terry cursed. 

He tossed his phone onto the passenger seat of his truck. The massive interior suddenly felt small and closed in. It was Terrence Jr's 5th birthday this weekend and he had been waiting for Keisha to finalize when the party would be. He had told her to make the party on Friday, Blaire had a ultrasound appointment and he wanted to be there. They were learning the gender of their first child. Instead, she made the party for Friday afternoon. An hour before Blaire's appointment. 

She had already schedule the appointment with a clinic in Atlanta, instead of back in North Carolina where her OBGYN was. Blaire had made the five and a half hour drive and at six months that was a lot on her already. He knew Blaire would just go with the flow most times, but this was going to push those boundaries. He looked ahead at the rented house where they were staying for the next two weeks. He had some leave time and took the days to spend with his son. 

Grabbing the bags of takeout, Terry walked into the house. Using the side door, he stepped into the kitchen and placed the bags on the island. He checked the den and found Blaire on the couch with her blankets, a jar of pickles, and lemon water. 

He came around the couch, Blaire's face lighting up instantly, and sat next to her. He'd been in and out of the house all week. He took Terrence Jr. to and from school, they went out to eat a few times, and each time Blaire was at the house. Keisha hadn't let up on Blaire not being around their child and with his second child on the way, things were about to get more complicated. 

"How was lunch with Tj?" She asked. 

It was another thing he hated about this situation. Blaire genuinely loved Tj, she had tried to become involved in his life, but Keisha made it very clear she needed to keep her distance. 

“He’s obsessed with pizza.” Terry replied. “We need to talk.”

Blaire sat up as much as her belly would let her. Baby Richnond took up space right where it put pressure on her lower back. 

“What is going on?” She grunted. 

“It’s about his birthday party.” 

Blaire knew she wouldn’t be there to celebrate with Tj. Nor would Keisha allow him to have a party here. Being left out bothered Blaire but it wasn’t her child so she went with it as best as she could. It meant holidays split from each other and some birthday dates postponed but the dynamic was working. Somewhat. 

“It’s Friday. I rented out the indoor trampoline park for him. She just had to pick a date. It’s at one.” 

Blaire realized he meant this Friday and slid her feet from his lap. “What about my ultrasound?“

“I was thinking we could wait until we’re back home…”

“She can’t push the party until after the appointment? Or to Saturday.” Blaire asked, the smile she had earlier was gone and he could tell she wasn’t happy. 

“She wants it Friday and I want to be there, Blaire.” He saw her face fall and knew what she was thinking. “We can schedule it for when we’re back home. I’ll take off and we can-“

“I will reschedule, Terrence.” 

Blaire picked up her phone and slowly pushed herself to her feet. He followed and when he leaned in to kiss her, for another compromise on her part, she turned her head to the side so his lips landed on her cheek. 

“I’ll make it up to you. I know I’ve been asking a lot from you.” He admitted. 

How, Blaire didn’t care. The excitement around her first pregnancy was dying down. Fast. With her mood tanked, Blaire turned and waddled towards the bedroom.