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Goddess Locs in under 4 hours??? Let me show you how.

Non sexual things your man would appreciate...

A hot meal after a long days work….

Fix his food on a real plate….

Acknowledge his efforts…

Start the shower for him…

If he’s running late from work on date night…don’t complain, just have his clothes ready. After all… he’s doing his best to get there…

Twist his locs(if applicable). Don’t know how? Learn for him…

Don’t complain about things he can’t change…

Surprise him with things that he likes but will never buy for himself…

Don’t just say you miss him…show him…

Learn or have him teach you about his favorite sport…you may like it as much as he do…

Believe it or not he appreciates the truth😳

Simply ask about his day…and actually listen.

Keep his secrets and never use them against him in heated moments.

Build his self esteem…encourage your man to do great things and he’s likely to produce great things.

Don’t ask him if he want you to do nice things…just do them.

Example:
Baby, you look tired…do you want me to rub your back? -VS- Baby you look tired, lay down let me rub your back…This makes a difference 👀

Never make him feel like you don’t need him or he’s expendable…

Believe it or not…most of us secretly or not so secretly love affection…

Allow him to be who he is…yes there’s room for us all to improve but don’t attempt to change his core values…

Write I’m notes or love letters…text are fine but a handwritten message is so much more personal…

Workout with him…

Embrace, encourage and support his growth…

***reblog and add to the list

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We're the Ones Who Live: Richonne One Shots Chapter 4: Mobster and Money (Richonne AU), a Walking Dead fanfic | FanFiction
A/N: This one is a little out of the norm, an AU Fic for enjoi16 on Tumblr who asked, "If you can I'd like a story about Rick as a mob boss or henchman collecting from Michonne's sister." Please let me know what you think about this one! I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by dulce-dream

A sneak peek:


Rick was well-versed in club dresses, and until this point in his life, he suspected he had seen every style that spandex, glitter, and sequins could be fashioned into. The woman in front of him made him reconsider his stance. Her dress was black, the sheer sleeves clinging to her thin, sculpted arms like a second skin, dripping down her shoulders and darkening as it went, the ebon fabric clutching at her curves as though she had painted it on. It was held together by a gold zipper, running from her breasts to the tops of her thighs, daring him to expose the flesh beneath it. Her legs were on full display from below that zipper, and her breasts bouncing just above. Her hair, dark brown and twisted artfully into locs, completed the picture, framing a face with wide mahogany eyes and full, parted lips. She stepped inside the backroom, her expression calm but the slight shaking of her hands betraying her.

Rick remembered what he was there for. He needed to get this over quickly. There was work to do tonight.

“Well?” he asked expectantly. She was staring at him, her large mahogany irises taking him in. He wondered how she saw him, what he looked like through her eyes.

“I have it all,” she opened her purse, extracting a rubber banded wad of cash.

He eyed it for a second. “It’s not enough,” his announcement was matter-of-fact, almost cold.

“It’s what she borrowed,” The woman’s tone suggested disbelief. Her fingers tightened around the money.

“Looks like it,” Rick nodded, glancing back down at the bills. “That’s the problem. You don’t get a loan without interest.”

She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, contemplating some course of action. “Fine,” she bit out, exasperated. “I’ll get you interest.”

“You will,” he nodded, his lips quirking into the hint of a smirk. It wasn’t too many people who got openly irritated with him these days.

“Just take this, and I promise—”

“It’s all or nothing,” Rick cut her off again. He kept his hands in his pockets, refusing to touch the money.

“That’s not fair,” she protested.

“Who said anything about fair?” Rick laughed, hating how detached her sounded. “You should go home. Let Sasha handle herself.”

She extended the money out one more time, “I’m not leaving until you take this,” she asserted.

“Then I guess you’re not leaving,” he took a step forward but she did not relent. “What’s your name?” he asked her, staring her down.

“Michonne,” she titled her chin defiantly, meeting his eyes.

“Michonne,” he repeated, liking the way the syllables danced off his tongue. “Go home.”