AMP Oneshots * REQUESTED*

Fanum

* When they lack common sense*

" It's just fucking ice cream, I can buy you more."

The lack of common sense Fanum had when it came your things were crazy to you. Not only did he eat up the pint of ice cream you bought him, but he ate yours too. His stomach knows no bounds.

" That's not the point Fanny. You literally do this everytime I go to the store. I buy our own for a reason, so we won't have to fight to share anything."

" But I was hungry baby-

" Then eat a fucking sandwich! Or snack on those cookies you didn't open since I bought them."

You slammed the ice cream container that previously held your Caramel Gelato into the trash.

" Ma, you doing too much. It's just some fucking ice cream. If it means anything to you, I can buy a while cart full of the stuff." His strong New York accent rang throughout your apartment.

" Don't fucking gaslight me fat ass." You pointed your finger in his face before walking off.

You felt a sharp slap collide with your ass, and you bucked at Fanum.

" Girl you ain't gone do shit. Allat ass, that's where all that ice cream going anyways. I'm doing you a favor dummy."

" You're dumb if I'm gonna let you back in my crib again and eat up my food."

" Now, why would you say that. I got a whole ass key."

" I'll just change the locks." You shrugged.

Being with Fanum was fun, he loved you like no other and always made sure you were good. But you hated when he ate things that you specifically told his grown ass not to touch.

He said it comes with the territory, basically implying that whatever comes with him you would have to deal with whether you love him or not.

You always made sure your man eat. But he act like he hadn't eaten in weeks the way he can clear a fridge.

He grabbed you, holding your arms on your side as you tried wiggling out of his grasp.

He threw you on the bed, and threw himself on top of you, holding your hands over your head.

" Stop being a baby about that mamas. You know I got you later."

" It's not that Fanny, it's the principle. You would throw a fit if you saw a club of food on my mouth but don't care to eat my stuff. What sense does that make."

" You just said it, you eat my food too. And you definitely can't beat my ass so I can do whatever."

" You are fucking toxic." You said softly, not even giving him a fight no more.

He looked down your body, looking at the gold necklace he gave you with the words Fanums Esposa on it almost being engulfed by you plump brown breasts.