𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬; huey freeman imagines

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fluff

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the paragraph that's in italics is an excerpt from the ballot or the bullet by malcolm x
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huey was sat on the couch reading one of his many Malcolm X books when he heard his best friends foot steps, they were distinctive to him, not because they were heavy, no, but because her foot step pattern were like steady raindrops. y/n walked into the living room looking exhausted and dead. she had dark circles under her eyes, her eyes were barely open and she was still in her nightclothes.

huey knew what this meant, he set his book aside and y/n crawled onto his lap practically hugging him as she buried her face into his neck. huey situated her so they both could be comfortable, he picked up his book again and looked for the line he stopped at and started to read again.

"hue, could you read to me please?" y/ns softly said

huey let out a soft sigh and started to read to her softly. the vibrations from him was like a lullaby to y/n, because she soon drifted off to sleep.

"Now in speaking like this, it doesn't mean that we're anti-white, but it does mean we're anti-exploitation, we're anti-degradation, we're anti-oppression. And if the white man doesn't want us to be anti-him, let him stop oppressing and exploiting and degrading us."