first off, rip to von🙏🏾 i really REALLY hate how shit went down, but may he forever rest in power, he was hella talented and fo suree left his mark in the hip hop/rap community🖤
and my fault yall, i hate sayin im finna upload this day and i dont, so yall wait longer for fics, but i just be wantin to make sure everythin good, and i get busier and busier everyday, with just regular life shit and responsibilities. but i appreciate u guys a lot, yall always so sweet, still support, and tell me to take my time and that its no rush, so ty my luvs💕
i been wanted to do a durk x von fic, but i thought they was cousins irl for the longest🥴😭 but after i found out they wasnt i was like ok bet. this is a LATEEE ass valentines day fic so yes ik the day passed, but pretend for me ok? ok😭
excuse any errors, this shit long and i was rushin to finish this so😭
vote, comment, and enjoy🖤💕💚
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Lil Durk as Durk and King Von as Dayvon
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"I just wanna take a iron to yo shit and just..." And Durk made the motion of roughly pressing down on something like he had an actually clothing iron in his hand. "Like why yo fo' head got so many wrinkles in it gang?"
"Same reason why you look like you seen a ghost 24/7. Bugged eye ass bitch." Dayvon muttered, pulling his hoodie further down his face.
"The hoes love massagin' this wrinkly ass fo' head tho."
The blonde dreadhead snickered at that as they walked down the aisle of the gas station, looking for whatever the fuck his friend was searching for. Durk had just wanted to get some snacks; they just finished smoking, he had the munchies, and a family sized bag of hotcheetos was calling his name.
They walked past the windows that gave them a view of the parking lot outside, and he saw a bunch of Valentines gift baskets being sold by some lady out the trunk of her car, fake roses, cheap ass teddy bears, and even cheaper chocolates as far as the eye could see. The bright ass colors of pink and red was almost enough to upset to his eyes.
"Whatchu doin' fo' Valentines day?" Durk asked absentmindedly, grabbing the bag of chips and some donut sticks just because.
"Fuckin' nuthin'." The younger muttered a little bitterly. "All ma hoes either trippin' or spendin' the day with another nigga. It's cool though, cuz Ion wanna spend ma money on them bitches no way, I'll buy maself chocolates and just jack off."
