#But heyyy how y'all doin... :)

[crystal-gems]

Are you alive, I just found this blog looking for a specific screenshot and you three(?) haven't reblog/posted in 4 years

We're all alive! (I'm pretty sure lol)

Just active elsewhere, for the most part, and clearly not as involved with SU for some time now. I'm also pretty sure I'm the only one still actively on Tumblr :p But I could be wrong

Melon

[walmartscience]

I love comic book abe sapien and i wish he got more attention. what isn't enjoyable about him. he's 700 yrs old. he's 45. he's constantly almost fully naked. he dresses like a college professor when he isn't on the job. he talks like an educated englishman. he's called people fucking idiots to their faces. he might be the only normal person in the bprd. he's a fish. he's got dead wife trauma and he doesn't even remember it. his old best friends all turned into immortal robots. he got shot by a monkey so hard he almost died. i want to to put him in my mouth

[amiharana]

ok I was reading thru your tattoo/flower shop au and I had to share the brainrot.

I hc revali as indigenous (particularly great plains native american) and oh man, what if at some point he very hesitantly brings up with link that he wants to get facial tattoos or something similar that's significant to him but he's nervous?? And Link goes out of his way to learn traditional stick-n-poke techniques so he can be the one to give revali his tattoos?? And it's like super sweet and meaningful for them both and Link feels honored that revali trusts him enough to ask? (and also revali is scared shitless and Link has to stop several times so he doesnt mess up and hurt revali more than it typically would)

like what if though???

ahem (taps mic) Hello can anyone hear me. i haven't written a tumblr ask in ages i feel ancient

first of all, i'm glad to hear that you still think of my tattoo/flower shop au haha it's been way over a year now since i wrote it. i still very much appreciate everyone who drew art for it 🫶 i've had a few passing thoughts about writing it into an actual proper multi-chaptered fic but i've been busy wrestling with school, work, and my personal demons for the past year that it's been quite difficult to even think about writing anything. thank you to anyone who's still here; i appreciate you a lot 🤍

i love the hc of revali as indigenous and i think it really fits in with the presence of the rito people as we're introduced to in the games, but i won't touch on that too much since i'm not indigenous/well-versed in indigenous culture. you know what i Am well-versed in though? these gay ass mfs

i had to reread my own au post for this Lord it's been too long, i wrote back then that i thought of revali as someone who isn't too fond of tattoos and doesn't have a great pain tolerance for them, and i still believe in that LOL. mixing that in with a hc where revali is indigenous is quite interesting, because i would assume that tattoos are an important/frequently appearing aspect of the culture? revali's parents have also passed in this au and he's alone with no family running the shop, so perhaps revali was estranged from his indigenous culture while growing up/at some point and became interested in trying to connect with it as an adult. maybe he came across the topic of traditional tattoos and after researching about it, he became interested in getting one but again because of his low pain tolerance, he thought it probably may never happen. well...

during one of their shared lunch breaks perhaps at a new cafe that's opened up on tabantha street, revali absentmindedly mentions his family and the tattoos. link immediately looks up at him from his food, those lovely blue eyes searching his face curiously.

"traditional tattoos?" he says, cocking his head at revali. revali blinks. well, of course link would have interest in the topic since he was a fellow tattoo artist himself, but the way he was looking at revali was...

"well yes," revali continues. "i suppose i haven't really talked to you much about myself personally, have i? i'm an indigenous hyrulean and my blood is descended from the rito tribe, but i'm not well-versed in my own culture." he mumbles the last few words, looking down at his coffee. "my parents and i lived on reservation land until i was 5 and then we moved away to a bigger city for work. there weren't many other rito there and so i didn't grow up with a lot of other indigenous folk. i don't know much about my family or my culture because of it, and even after my parents passed, it's never come up until now." revali glances back at link, who is now watching him with rapt attention. he looks away again, his cheeks beginning to warm. "i thought it would be nice to connect with my culture by getting a traditional tattoo of the rito tribe, perhaps something small so i can handle it. though, i wouldn't be able to travel to the reservation to find a traditional tattooist because of the shop and neither do i know of any tattoo artists nearby that could do it..."

"i'll do it," link says suddenly. revali looks at him again and blinks. link's eyes are bright and wide, blazing with determination. he's still holding his sandwich in his hands.

"i-i couldn't ask that of you," revali says, heart skipping a beat. "you'd likely have to learn an entire new and unfamiliar technique, and—"

"i'll do it," link insists, placing the sandwich down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. his eyes are still trained on revali, just as insistent as his mouth is. revali swallows.

"use a napkin, please," he mutters, passing link one. the blond takes it and grins at him. "if it's something that you greatly desire to do... i will assist you in offering as much information as i can. i... appreciate it, link." i appreciate you, he thinks but the words get stuck in his throat. link's smile only grows.

thinking about link who researches rito tribal tattoos for a few weeks and reporting and discussing his findings with revali during their mon/wed lunch breaks. thinking about link who spends countless nights staying up compiling everything he finds into a document, the different types of tribal tattoos and their meanings, researching the materials and tools needed for traditional tattoos, sketching different tribal symbols endlessly for the perfect one for revali in between tattoo sessions with other clients, thinking about where on revali's body it would go, thinking about revali's warm skin under his hands... let's keep it PG link 🫡

the day finally arrives when link introduces the tattoo sketches to revali. link probably shows him a few ideas of a small rito symbol on his fingers, wrist, deltoid, ankle, and even ribs. HOWEVER. i really like the idea of the winged rito symbol across the back of revali's shoulders to represent his wings in canon? so what if. link who sketched a drawing of revali's back muscles with the winged rito symbol and he doesn't mean to show it to revali since it's a much bigger tattoo than revali wanted, but revali happens upon it anyway while scrolling through the sketches on link's ipad.

"what's this one?" revali says pointing at it.

link glances over at the screen and flushes. "oh, i didn't mean for you to see this one," he murmurs. he uses two fingers to zoom in on the image slightly. "i just had an idea for this particular symbol, so i sketched it out because i thought it'd look nice. i know you wanted a smaller one, so we can just focus on the first sketches—"

"it's beautiful," revali cuts him off, voice soft and still looking at the winged sketch. "how much do back tattoos hurt?" and link is jaw dropped, staring at him with hearts in his eyes LMFAOOOOOOOO

thinking about link who actually reaches out to a traditional tattooist from revali's tribe and asks if he can mentor link so he can learn their technique??? maybe link and revali who end up traveling to the reservation together so revali can visit and link can learn directly from the tattooist??? revalink road trip and sharing a bed trope??? link would probably only take a week tops to learn the technique since he's like a prodigal artist and the tattooist is impressed. also revali getting to spend time with and learn more about his culture from others from the tribe who live there 🥺

if revali does get the winged rito symbol tattoo on his back, he probably wouldn't get it as a solid color, maybe link would incorporate more tribal lineart into it like the totk zonai imagery? i've never gotten a tattoo so i don't know if back tattoos or the style of solid color tattoos would hurt, but regardless, link would make revali as comfortable as he can throughout all the sessions 🥺🥺🥺

originally when i read this ask and you mentioned facial tattoos, i thought about link gently holding revali's jaw between his pointer finger and thumb to readjust the positioning of his face in the midst of tattooing him, and revali sucking in a breath at the contact WAHHHH but with the direction i took with this post, i also thought about link laying a flat palm between revali's shoulder muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin and tracing his shoulder blades with a featherlight touch and revali getting flustered but muttering, "are you going to keep me in suspense?"

link traces a line down revali's spine. "are you sure you want to get this tattoo?" he murmurs. "we can still do the smaller ones instead if you want. i know how you feel about it, with your pain tolerance and all."

revali snorts, trying to mask his nervousness. "i've already made up my mind. it's a beautiful piece that you put a lot of thought into and i'm not backing out now. besides..." revali's voice lowers into a mumble. "i wouldn't have gone through with it if it was anyone else. i trust you."

link's cheeks pinked in the sweet way they do when revali catches him off-guard, but he can't take it back. he doesn't want to take it back, because it's true; revali trusts link for this with everything he has.

hhh . AHHHH . i just think. yeagh.

[euphoritooth]

COMIN' IN HOT AND BLOWIN' OUT SNOT!

What's up, everyone? Sorry for the absence these past few (*cough*...five) months. I got real tied up clawing my way out of a figurative volcano. May need to descend again in search of a precious artifact at first light. Anyway, I just felt like mentioning a couple things before continuing the usual.

My plans for the milestones were a bit of a mess—and by a bit, I mean I barely planned at all. I came up with the idea right as I hit 100 followers. As such, I had no clue what to make half the time (assuming I would just figure it out), and had very little motivation to work with, so pretty quickly I started feeling kind of ashamed that I couldn't pull through on my own goals. For the sake of the blog and my own sanity, I won't be doing those anymore. There's over 500 of you as of February (freakin cool) so I think I'll just focus on making whatever instead of purposely stressing myself out. Clearly you guys are already enjoying things. :)

You also might be wondering why I've shown up just now instead of.. any other time, and that's because I don't wanna miss VIGCUP WEEK! (Also because I couldn't really draw. And I was also figuring out how to write this. And I was stuck in a volcano.)

Just calling it now, I'm starting everything last minute again, so I probably won't be able to get every day done. I'll be reblogging and completing what I can, though.

That's all! I can't guarantee I won't disappear again, but if I do, I goofed my way into hijinks with a group of scoundrels who want my prized possession. I'll be back though.

[mvrkieboo]

Old Bloodhounds

P45 | me and my bro (we're targaryens)

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[destinyisastar]

Lost in your Love PT 5

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Vox x Reader (Alastor x Reader)

hey......heyyy... how y'all doin, how y'all been...?

I been gone for a longgggg time I hope this satisfies you all!! I made this one a bit longer than the others, idk when I'll post pt 6 but hopefully I'll make it soon!

Summary: A short memory of the past and a new one resurging.

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He thought the heavens made a mistake.

“This lovely lady here is my darling wife, Y/n.”

You raised your hand to Vox offering a handshake, “Pleasure to finally meet you Vox, I hope my husband isn’t causing you too much trouble.” You giggle, slightly nudging Alastor.

Vox couldn’t take his eyes off you, “The pleasures all mine.” Your hand was smaller, softer than his… it felt right.

After your first interaction with each other, he couldn’t get you off his mind.  Surely you felt the same, but then again… you were married to his business partner, Alastor, one the most feared overlords in all of pride ring.

It didn’t take too long for Vox to reach overlord status, you were there too, praising him along the way. It was lovely. After spending time with both you and Alastor he began to notice that Alastor would often leave you behind with him.

“I’ll be back soon darling, stay here till I’ve return.” You would smile sadly, watching him disappear into the shadows. Vox placed his hand on the small of your back, smiling softly at you, “Lets head inside, yeah? We can rewatch “It Happened One Night”.”  You look up towards him smiling.

“I thought you didn’t like to watch that movie?”

“I don’t mind watching it again if it's with you.”

You looked away from him, facing where Alastor disappeared, “Al, doesn’t like the picture box all that much, I liked if we had one of our own.”

Vox runs his hand down your arm reaching your hand, holding it in his, “Luckly for you, I’m just the man you need.” He taps his head.

You laugh, oh man, your laugh. He’s never heard a sound more beautiful. Of course he can listen to you for days on end, but your laugh… you rarely laugh like that for Alastor. Vox feels as if it’s only reserved for him to hear.  

“Let’s go inside!”  You pull him by his hand into the house leading him to the couch. You sit down first, and Vox connects himself to the small television, inputting the movie so you both can watch.

“I don’t think I could ever get tired of watching this.” You tell Vox, watching as he finishes setting the movie up.

“Watching me or the movie?” He smirks at you.

You feel your face turn red slightly, “The movie obviously!”  

Vox laughs, “I know sweetheart, I’m just joking with you.” He takes a seat next to you.

The movie’s opening credits begin, and you slightly shuffle closer to Vox. He takes notice of this and wraps one arm around you. You place your head on his shoulder, sighing softly. Vox feels his screen burn.

……..

This is a feeling he can get used to.

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Vox knew that you felt uneasy about the sudden reappearance of alastor. Now this morning, you aren’t lying beside him, normally it would be him out of bed before you but today was different. He cancelled all his meetings for the day to spend time with you, his pretty wife, so that you can know that he’ll continue to keep you safe.

He finds you sitting on the couch, seemingly in a daze, with a coffee mug in your hand, “Good morning, sweetheart,” he presses a kiss to your cheek.

You snap out of your trance, “Good morning love! I have your coffee waiting you, just need to press the button.” You stand up walking over to the coffee maker rather quickly.

Vox looks you over as you walk away from him, the television in front of you was turned off… you were staring at nothing. Vox takes a seat on the couch, turning the television on to the 666 news.

“Here you go.” You place the coffee in his hands and take a seat…. with a space between the two of you. You never leave a space, mornings in front of the TV are usually spent cuddling with each other, Vox takes notice of this and moves closer to you.

“Everything alright sweetheart?”

You continue to stare at the television with a blank expression.

“Sweetheart?” Vox waves a hand in your face.

You shake your head, placing your hand to your forehead. “I’m okay, I just had a weird dream….it felt really real.”

“Was it a nightmare?”

“No, not a nightmare, but it was strange…”

Vox wraps an arm around you, taking a sip from his mug, “Do you wanna talk about it? It might help if you do.” He places the mug on the table. “You were staring at nothing minutes ago, must have been a really strange dream.”

“Was I really staring at nothing? I’m sorry.” You look over to him.

“Nothing to be sorry about sweets,” He kisses your forehead, “You okay with talking about it?”

You pause for a moment, “You might find it really weird, like really really weird.”

“We live in hell, my love, I’ve heard weirder things.” Vox cheekily smiles.

“Okay, well….it was about Alastor.” You feel Vox tighten is grip on you. “But we weren’t in hell… we were… were alive and dancing. I felt like I had known him my whole life! I don’t believe I ever met him in life, so I don’t know why I dreamed of him like that! He said loved me…...,” Vox tenses, “And I said it back.”

“It keeps replaying in my head, I don’t know why…”

Vox takes a deep breath, “The piece of shit must’ve put something in your head darling,” Vox stands up, “He won’t be around much longer, I’ll make sure of it.”

“It felt real…”

“What?”

“The dream it felt real... Have I ever met Alastor before? We never met him in life, right? Since he was here before us.”

Vox clenches his fist, “Darling, I assure you that you’ve never met that asshole in life. You spoke to him a few times during our partnership but other than that, no.”

“Oh… he just felt familiar… I wasn’t afraid of him in my dream…. Did he do something to me to be afraid?”

There… a moment of opportunity.

“You don’t remember sweetheart? I mean… you probably pushed it far, far away in the back of your mind…. I wouldn’t be surprised if you forgot it…. It’s probably for the better if I don’t remind you…” Vox looks away smiling sinisterly.

“Vox,” You take hold of his clenched hand, “how bad was it?”

Vox looks down at you, sitting back on the couch hugging you tightly, “Horrible…...I regret leaving you home that day…...I should have taken you with me, but you...” He moves himself back to take a look at you, “just looked peaceful sleeping. I didn’t want to bother you, you would have woken up in a while after I left.”

“alastor was coming over to chat, pick up documents that were on the table, then leave. I had forgotten…... and I left to go visit sponsors.”

“So…. Alastor did something to me…. while I was sleeping?!”

“NO! That guy is an asshole, but he wouldn’t stoop that low……… No, I wasn’t there when it happened but when I came home…. you were on the ground in front of my office doors. You weren’t breathing…...There was blood coming from your mouth, scratches on your arms, just blood, it was everywhere. The doors from the office were broken... I never felt more scared in all my years of life and death.” Vox held your face in his hands.

You tilt your head, “Why did Alastor do that?”

Vox looks around the room for a moment then turns to you, “After I made sure you were alright, you slept for about two days then you woke up. I asked you what happened, and you had told me alastor was looking for something more than documents. He was looking for the deals that I made with other souls. You see all he wanted was more power. He never cared about our business partnership. He wanted everything for himself. A selfish piece of shit. You heard him rummaging around from the other room and asked him what he was doing. He of course didn’t like it when people interrupted him. You tried to fight him off, tried to get him away from the room, but it didn’t end well. After alastor couldn’t find what he was looking for he left. He left you on the ground to die. Who knows what would have happened if I came home later rather than sooner!”

“I…I had no idea.”

“He doesn’t care who gets hurt. Nothing else matters to him but power. Power is all he wants, and because of that stupid reason.... you got hurt.”

Vox kisses you and you return the kiss.

“I don’t want him to hurt you again… I love you too much to ever lose you to him. Do you understand darling?”

You look away from his eyes, his hands hold your face tighter turning you to face him, “I just don’t want to lose you, please understand. I love you.”

“I understand vox.” He kisses you once more.

Something in the back of your mind tells you that his story doesn’t seem right.

It doesn’t feel real, but vox wouldn’t lie to you.

Would he?

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I finished my midterms! BUT!!! I have assignments :( I don't mind doing them I just don't like it when it's a lot but hey its college!

Hope everyone enjoyed reading! (again, sorry for the very very long delay!!!)

destinyisastar2024

Wordcount: 1552

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[artisticestheticreads]

Summertime Magic XIV

A/N: Heyyy, how you doin’? Okay okay. I know it’s BEEN years BUT I’ve been a hell of busy for so long. I got into streaming, creating content on YouTube, traveling, and enjoying life. I noticed that my SummerTime Magic fan fic has been in rotation lately… so why not bring it back for the last two chapters for the one time? I had been rereading every chapter, flaw and all, and realized my writing has gotten way over the years and I won’t lie, I missed y’all so much. So let's finish this story off strong.

To Catch Up, Press Here.

Warning: Some fluffy Daka, some lovey-dovey stuff... and maybe, some stuff at the end that would y'all heart and soul.

Word Count: 7598

There was a couple leaning in a silver Nissan Altima, wearing all black hiding in the night. “So, what you got planned to fuck them over,” said the man who was still upset N’Jadaka has his ex now. He looked towards the woman and said “just know, you inspired this plan… a lot.”  The woman was about to do something to ruin what a good thing the couple had, but she didn’t care and was willing to do anything to let Y/N know she made a huge mistake.

Y/N was in her office at her brand new shop before the day started. Her hair was in goddess cornrows, charms and golden thread braided into each one. She wore the jewelry her man gifted her from their anniversary with a white leotard bodysuit, long, jaded green skirt with a slit on the side and some nude heels that paired perfectly with her golden bracelets. One by one, her crew started to make their way in and began to prepare for the day; the day started at 9 am and ended at 7 pm.

“Okay, everyone. We have quite a few appointments today including hair, nails, and waxes. We have all eight people here so we should be good along with having our entire receptionist team as well. Our goal is to make at least $10K which is possible with all the high school events and weddings happening around this time, yeah?”  Her team agreed before she checked the time on her phone; it was about to hit 8:50 and she could spot the repeating customers driving and waiting in the parking lot in front of the shop, coffees and breakfast in hand. Y/N nodded as the team dispersed and began to set the music and TV on. 

The day began and she knew it was going to be a long one ahead of her. She tied her apron around her tightly and began with her first customer, dye touch up and retwist. She had her neo soul mix on Spotify play throughout the shop as she worked on her male client, laughing with his mom who wanted her boy to not embarrass the family name nor his girlfriend for prom happening the next day. Y/N decided to throw in a free line up to make sure he was extra fresh; the mom tipped her a hundred and fifty dollars. 

Her next client was a loud mouth teen whose prom was the day of but she claimed to be “tender headed”. The young lady wanted everything done to her head to the point it looked like a tornado swept up Kansas so Y/]N convinced her to do a simple yet curly middle part bust down with her red 28 inches of weave; the young lady tipped her twenty bucks but her father slid her and extra two hundred for the time and trouble. 

Before she knew it, it was already one pm so she started to head to her parents’ home to visit and eat lunch with her mom since she was working from home that day. Y/N pulled up in front of the house and stepped out fixing her skirt. She began to walk up the steps when she heard her father yell out. “I SMELL SHEA BUTTER AND COCONUT OIL!!!! MY FIRST BORN IS HERE!!!!”; Y/N laughed before walking in and her father made his way to her on a cane, still healing his knees. “Hey, pa. How you healing?”

“Shit, I feel brand new now but ya raggedy ass momma made me get a cane just in case.”  “I heard that, muthafucka. Y/N/N, I’m in the kitchen, baby.”

Tommy looked at his eldest child and whispered “ya ass got me in trouble.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen with a grin. Tasha was making lunch for the family which was a huge Caesar Salad inspired pasta with the salad on the side and toasted rolls. “Hey, momma.” “Hey, momma’s baby. How is the shop doin’?” “Good, money looking real nice with the prom season and graduation around the corner. Been booked and oh so busy”, explained Y/N after she kissed her mother’s sweet cheek. Her mom was in the middle of chopping the crispy chicken in bite size pieces and placing them into the pasta. “Okayyyy, I see you, big money. I am so proud of you, baby. Like you started from doing hair in your home to having your own shop. You didn’t let anything or anyone stop you. Not only that but you have that handsome young man, N’Jadaka too. How are y’all speaking of", asked her mother, smiling and knowing what surprise awaited her. Y/N smiled as she said “we are great, actually. He has been busy since the center opened and all but he is just… great.” Tasha turned to see her daughter looking at the ground in deep thought and walked over to her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, momma.” “Y/N/N, baby, something is wrong. I know you better than anyone else in the entire world. Are you sure you and N’Jadaka are okay?” Tasha turned the pasta pot on a low boil and grabbed her daughter’s arm, interlocking with hers, as they walked to the front porch; they sat side by side on the bench. “Alright, tell me the truth. What’s wrong, best friend?” Y/N looked at her mother as she waited, looking into her eyes back; she sighed and began. “I just, I feel like something bad is going to happen. The shop is a success, my relationship is amazing, pa is healing, CJ is heading to college soon. I just-I just feel like something bad is going to happen soon.” “Now, why would you put that in the universe, baby? You have been through so much before N’Jadaka came into your life. Yes, you were happy before but since you met him, I can tell that y’all make each other better. He just brings out even more confidence than before. He makes you happy. When you were with Rodney…”. Tasha paused and took a deep breath as she remembered all the pain her baby girl dealt with before finishing. “Baby, when you were with Rodney, he absolutely drained you. You didn’t eat. You didn't sleep. You were attached to him in the worst way and it took for him to cheat on you and put his hands on you to see that you needed to leave him. But with N’Jadaka, you are your best self and , baby, we love that for you.” Y/N looked away, thinking of her mother’s words, slowly smiling to herself. “He is great, huh?”

“Sure is. And I can tell that y’all have a bright future ahead. Maybe, one day, if God is willing, y’all will have your own family. Maybe, a little girl and a little boy will be running around this yard one day. A nice intimate wedding, a nice big house like you always wanted. And you know, I can see you and that young man, old and gray talking to your grandbabies about how y’all met and fell in love.” Y/N looked over at her mother who smiled at her and she began to mirror it with her nose scrunched up like hers. Y/N giggled with her momma as she wrapped her arm around her and said “thank you, mommy.” “You are very welcome, baby. Now, let’s get back in befo-.” “TASHA, WHERE MY DAMN FOOD AT WOMAN?!”, yelled out Tommy making Y/N chuckled as her mother rolled her eyes once they stood up and entered the home again. ~

N’Jadaka was standing in front of the history classroom of the center wearing his golden frame glasses, navy blue slacks, white collared button down with the sleeves rolled up and black dress shoes. His locs were freshly twisted and braided backwards to stay out of his face. “Alright, kings and queens. Today, we will be discussing the truth about the African American bloodline. Now, if y’all can turn to chapter 4, page 36, you will see that today’s topic will be the truth of black royalty.” He leaned his buttocks against the desk and turned to the page he had bookmarked with a red tab. “Alright, in the 18th and 19th centuries, Europe had several black and mixed race people as royalty. The first one who we will be discussing is Queen Charlotte. Now, with features reputed to be conspicuously African by her contemporaries, it is no wonder that the Black community, both in the U.S. and-.” “Mr. Stevens, my daddy said there ain’t no such thing as black royalty”, said a ten year old child in the class, making the others look at her then at him, anticipating the answer. Erik looked at the young lady and took a deep breath before asking “Miss Zasha, what do I do for a living?”

“You’re our teacher.”

“And what does your ‘daddy’ do for a living, Miss Zasha?”

“He a mechanic.”

Erik slowly blinked at her answer with a tight mouth that made some of the children laugh. His eyes stayed on the young lady until he went back to the book, continuing to read. Thirty minutes had passed and the bell rang for the lunch period to begin; his class was dismissed and he began to prepare for lunch himself until he heard a knock on the door. Erik turned to see Sheila at the door, smiling big at her brother. “What’s good, sis”, he said, placing his hands in his pockets and leaning as he watched her enter; she wore a rainbow bodycon dress, cropped jean jacket with black and white vans. “Oh, everything is swell.” Erik looked at his long time friend with a suspicious brow and said “what are you finna ask me, Sheila?” “Nothing, jackass. Why are you asking me that?” “Lemme guess. Bro opened his big mouth about the surprise trip I have planned.” Sheila clutched her imaginary pearls as she gasped loudly, making Erik chuckle. “A surprise trip?! Why, he never told me anything about that! Oh, Jerald. Why have you forsaken me”, said the dramatic woman as she held her heart and placed her other hand on her forehead, palm facing the sky. “Quit the act, Sheila. Y’all make me sick.” Sheila rolled her eyes playfully before sitting at the desk in front of him. “So, you are finally popping the question, huh? When is the trip?”

“Shit, next week but they I been working I'm chilling before the trip. I got a whole thing planned for Friday night though. Gonna take her to the beach since it’s getting warm as fuck again. I got some folks to set up a whole outdoor dining thing over there and I ordered food from our first anniversary spot. I got her favorite bakery spot to make her cake, that place called Sweets or something like that by the shop. Then I show her a fake text that shows our ‘plane tickets’. I had to convince the Dora Milaje to dress like a whole fuckin’ aircraft crew and B’s boys, too. Then, BOOM the big muthafuckin’ reveal. She will come back as my fiance and maybe even the mother of my children.” N’Jadaka sat so proud of his plans that he didn’t even notice his sister staring at him with glee. “You good, sis”, he asked and she sat with her chin resting on her hands. 

“You are so happy. And I love y’all so much.”

“C’mon, Sheila.” She stood from her seat as she said “I’m serious, JD. After the last bitch, you said you would swear off women and rather die a virgin. You gave up the dream of marriage, and babies, and having the family you always wanted. Like your parents and uncle wanted for you. Then, you got sprung on Y/N thick ass.” N’Jadaka looked at her, chuckling away as she took a place next to him. Sheila continued as she looked at him. “JD, I am so happy that you found your sunshine on your cloudy days.” N’Jadaka looked over at his female friend, wrapped his arm softly around her neck and kissed her head. “Thanks, sis. I appreciate y’all. But you know, Y/N might be on to me.”“Eh, women know when something is up. But no worries. Her family and your people ain’t spilling shit.”

They gave one another dap before heading out to get some food finally and talk more about the plans. ~

The day was finally over and Y/N was about to close out shop. Her team left one by one after cleaning their stations and helping tidy up the place before they all left. Y/N locked the doors behind each one before heading to the back, about to finish the lock up process. She placed all the money from the register in the money counter and started recording the amount down to the cent, $11,845.28 was made for the night. She placed the amount in the money bags and into her lock box N’Jadaka gifted her since her old one was worn and torn. Y/N placed it into her purse before grabbing her keys along with her phone before turning off her office light. She began to make her way to the door when he noticed him standing there. He wore all black to hide in the dark but she could see his eyes piercing through the glass. Rodney stood there watching her move even in the dimly lit room. Her first thought was how she would get to her even though he leaned against the hood. Y/N thought of only one thing she could do. She headed back to her office, using the switch to turn the light on after dialing the number and talking to the person on the other side. Y/N locked the door behind her and sat at her desk waiting for her rescue to arrive. 

It felt as if she waited hours as her eyes got slightly heavy when all of a sudden, she heard footsteps inching closer to her office door. She stood from her desk slowly, eyes on the door and worry on her face as she waited quietly. Before she knew it, she heard knocking on the door which came off loud with her drowsiness kicking in. Her heart started to beat through her breasts just thinking about that man attacking her again like in the past; her soul was terrified to say the least. “Baby girl, it’s me, Daka. Open the door, baby”; she heard the voice she waited for, calming her rattled nerves. N’Jadaka had come to the rescue… or so she thought. When she sprinted to open the door, Rodney stood there with a devilish grin. He reached for her neck, pressing down hard and that’s when it happened…

Y/N had sprung up swinging her arms but felt something pull her in. She looked up to meet eyes with her man who looked down at her while rubbing her back. “You okay, princess”, his voice calmed her as he placed kisses on her head. “Hey, baby.” “Hey, baby. You good in here? I tried callin’ to let you know I was in the lot but I guess you was knocked out.” Y/N placed her head into his chest and began to heavily sniff his cologne which made him erupt with laughter. “Been a long day huh?” She mumbled against his chest but he lifted her head to look at him. “I didn’t catch any of that, princess. What you say?” “Yes, the longest.” “Awe, well. I have dinner ready at home waiting for us. Then I will give you a nice bubble bath and a deep tissue massage-” “And dick”, Y/N said in a sweet, innocent yet excited tone, looking up at him with big eyes. Erik chuckled and said “yes, dick too. Now, c’mon, baby.” They made their way to the parking lot where they hopped in separate cars, him following behind.

~ The next morning at exactly 6 am, N’Jadaka sat on the island looking at his children's stats from his history class. He had on his gold rimmed glasses, a basic white tee and jeans as he held his coffee with one hand. Y/N was making breakfast for the pair wearing his tee and nothing underneath. N’Jadaka watched her move around the kitchen, smiling in between glances of the children’s work and his future wife. He can only imagine their wedding day, her in a cream toned gown with gold accents created by the best seamstress in all of Wakanda; her beauty would be a wonderful addition to the view around them. He wondered how their kids would look, how they would act. Yes, Y/N may not be able to have children but with the best healthcare in his home country, it would be 200% possible, studies show.

Y/N placed his plate of four egg whites, four slices of French toast, bacon and a bowl of brown sugar oatmeal as she kissed his forehead and refreshed his coffee. “I made our lunch for today. Just the dinner from last night so we can get rid of it easier. And, of course, I put some of the green tea and a jug of your alkaline water with your tumbler.” She grabbed her bowl of oatmeal and small plate of toast, bacon and eggs and indulged  before the busy day ahead. She was reading through the emails on her phone when she felt kisses on her free hand; she turned to look at N’Jadaka, fully immersed in showing her love. Y/N won’t lie but she was a bit suspicious of him being overly affectionate with her lately; she of course shrugged it off as she watched him. She leaned into his hand that held her wrist and shared her own kisses, making him smile and look at her, with so much love in their eyes.

“Why are you so lovey dovey this morning, mister”, Y/N asked but she only received kisses between the words he spoke. “Because” kiss. “I” kiss. “Have” kiss. “Someone” kiss. “Who” kiss. “Loves” kiss. “Me” kiss. His eyes met her and she can tell by the look on his face. “Daka, what are hidin’?” N’Jadaka looked into her face and made a deep sigh. “Nothing, baby girl. Why I gotta be hiding something, Y/N/N.” Y/N looked into his face trying to read it until she heard “baby, you can’t pull a me on me. I’m stone compared to your bubble.” He gently placed her hand down and continued to eat as she did the same, in comfortable silence and leaving her in her thoughts.

An hour passed when N’Jadaka was sitting on the couch looking at the plans for the following night wearing his chosen work attire; it would be one of the biggest nights in his life. He went through the list to check if everything was confirmed. Yellow, white and pink roses, check. Dinner ordered from The District,check. The reservation to close the whole beach just for the dinner, expensive but check. And everything ready for the proposal back home, a  HUGE check. He leaned back looking at the time on his phone, 7:25 AM. He thanked Bast that the traffic from the house to the center was nonexistent especially with how he drove. He dug in his pocket to retrieve the ring box that contained the engagement ring. N’Jadaka leaned over, elbows on knees and opened the box which lit up around the ring, showing every detail of the beautiful piece of jewelry that would change things forever. “She gonna love this shit.”

“Daka, have you seen my chain”; Daka heard his lady and could also feel how close she was near so he quickly placed the ring back into his pocket and closed his laptop. Y/N walked over to the couch where he sat in her sunny yellow flare bottom pants, white tank top, high top all white converse and hair in a low bun with her goddess braids; looked around and saw the necklace resting on the coffee table. She grabbed it and as she placed it on, she noticed her man’s body language. “Daka, what’s wrong?” “Hm? What you mean, baby?” Y/N looked over at her man even more whose legs were extra folded. and just shook her head to herself saying “nothing, Daka. You think you can still pick me up tonight after work? I don’t want to be caught by myself when that nigga pops up again.” N’Jadaka nodded, saying, “Of course, baby. I got you. Shit, I’ll bring my glock too just in case.” Y/N laughed as she grabbed her bag and he stood, placing a kiss to her lips before they headed out but he forgot one important thing.

It was around three pm at the shop as Y/N sat in her own chair, enjoying her break, hearing the chatter in her salon, making her smile. “All I’m saying is, I want a nigga with a curve. That muthafucka being thick means nothing. It’s that length and curve that matters, okaayyyyy!!!”; the woman all hollered and laughed through the shop. “Y/N doll, what about you? Does size matter?” All the girls laughed as Y/N was placed in the hot seat but little did they know, she could take the heat. “Psh, please. I got a man with all three. I’m good over here”; all the girls cheered, laughed and high five each other.

The bell of the shop door rang but before Y/N welcomed them in, Y/N noticed the man. It was Rodney who stood there, eyes trained on her face and thanked the women who did welcome him in. He wore a black V-neck, tan cargos, and gray New Balance 570s with his hair under a durag. “Hey there. Welcome in, I’m Stacie. Do you have an appointment” asked the receptionist at the front door. Rodney leaned in with a smile and replied. “Yes, ma’am. Under Tyler Calvin.”

“Tyler. Tyler?” Her fingers typing in each letter until his name popped up. “Ah, I see it here. And even better news, you have it with our very own Y/N Y/L/N”, Stacie said before eagerly passing him a water and leading him to Y/N who stood, heart beating through her chest and palms feeling hot and sweaty. The couple reached her section and Stacie said “Miss Y/L/N, your 3:30 is here early”; she skipped back to her spot as the pair stood off. Y/N knew that he knew she hated to have altercations publicly which gave him an excuse to be manipulative and repulsive. “Hello, Miss Y/L/N. I’m Tyler”; she stood in complete silence.

~ “Alright, class. Don’t forget I have to meet your parents tomorrow morning before I go on my break.” The class awed and sounded saddened as N’Jadaka stood in front with arms folded. He loved the kids and they loved him even more and it made him sad just thinking he would be gone for a while but knew once he came back and told them he was engaged, they would be super excited. “I know I know but I’ll be back before you know it. Now, class is dismissed. If you are staying behind with the after hours program, you can meet your assigned teacher in the eating hall. I’ll catch you tomorrow”; the class began to all say their goodbyes as they ran out but that’s when he noticed Miss Zasha was still in her seat. “Miss Zasha, is your pops running late again?”

“No, my auntie Shay Shay is picking me up. She runn-” “She is”, N’Jadaka said, correcting with a brow raised and hands behind his back. Zasha looked up at him and said “she is running late.” N’Jadaka nodded as he began to clean up and prepare to head out himself. He sent a quick text to the ones he missed from Shuri, his boys, Sheila and of course, his future wife; the prince couldn’t wait for tomorrow night. He knew that she would be a beautiful wife. Just the thought of her reaction to the island view of Wakanda made him smile to himself as he heard the sound of heels clicking in the hall. “TT Shay Shay”, Zasha exclaimed with excitement, hopping from her seat. But when N'Jadaka turned with his briefcase-like bag in hand, he could feel his blood boil once he saw the mysterious woman; it was Kesha, wearing a burgundy skirt suit combo with cheetah print heels and her hair cut into a bob. N’Jadaka met eyes with Kesha which made her stand straight, walking over to him. “Well, well, well. Long time no see, Mr. Udaku.” Kesha looked back to her niece and signaled her head to the playground with her friends. “My brother told me that he was scheduled to talk about Zasha and how she be in class.” “I’m meeting parents tomorrow, Kesha.” N’Jadaka was trying to dismiss her but she didn’t budge. “Daka-”. “Mr. Udaku.” N’Jadaka glared at her as he stood at his desk. She held her hands in the air then in front of her, folded. “Mr. Udaku, he scheduled it today since he is busy today and tomorrow. I’m just tryna help him out.” N’Jadaka heavily sighed as they stood looking at one another. ~

Back at the shop, Y/N had a cape around Rodney’s neck tightly before she placed him in front of the hair washing bowl. Rodney tried to look in her eyes but she wasn’t falling for the trap; she looked ahead, paying him no mind and said “lean back into the bowl, please.” He deeply chuckled before he followed the order but not without checking her body out which she noticed and placed a towel over his eyes only; Rodney took the towel off his eyes as she began washing his coarse hair. No conversation between the two which made things even more tense. 

“You smell nice, I don’t remember that scent.” Y/N looked down at his face but saw that his eyes were closed while he enjoyed her fingers in his hair. She began to massage deeper into his scalp and noticed something that made her chuckle which made him ask “what’s funny?”

“Your thinning hair. Guess ya new girl can’t do hair, huh?” Rodney sighed while easing more into the chair. “I ain’t got a girl no more.” Y/N looked away still washing before he said “shorty was making my hair fall out. That’s why I’m here, so you can help me out.”“And what makes you think I would help you, Rodney?”“Because I’m in this chair right now and I know you hate makin’ a scene, shorty.” Y/N stood there, knowing it was true which made her stand silent. Rodney sighed and said “nah, but me and Ash kept on fightin’. I’m gettin’ too old for that high school shit, no cap”, no response from Y/N. “Besides, she kept talkin’ about ya man”, this caught her attention. “What did she say?”

“I knew that would get you speakin’, shorty?” She tugged his hair harshly making him wince. “OK, OK. He was tryna compare me to him. She wanted me to do everything he did besides being the whole ass virgin shit. The bitch even tried to lock my shit.”

“And that’s why you baldin’.”

“Shit and her fucking naggin’ the fuck outta me too. Had me on this fucking all protein, no carb diet tryna bulk me up and everythin’. That shit was fa sho depressin’.” Y/N nodded her head as he spoke to her about everything and thought about how her Daka could be with someone that controlling. “Man, I had to dump her because fuck all dat shit. She tried to do that instant loc bullshit on my dome and had me all fucked up. I had to call Ma Dukes to help comb that shit out. Took half my hair with it.”

“Yeah, I know you got a fucked up head inside and out”, she said thinking he would rebuttal something mean and nasty but instead she heard “yeah, yeah I know”; she looked in his face and then away as she continued to work on his scalp.  ~

N’Jadaka opened up his laptop to find his notes on Zasha as Kesha watched his fingers move against the keyboard, both seated on opposite sides of his desk. “Alright, Zasha Lewis. Zasha is a bright kid like the others but she can be lazy and always wants the last word. She always talks over others saying the wrong answer over their right answer.” Kesha looked into his face as she read, closed her eyes and opened them again as she said “I’m happy for you.” N’Jadaka looked up from his laptop, with a scrunched confused look, then to Kesha’s face who looked at him with a soft, sincere look. He took off his glasses and looked at her with a raised brow and intimidating face. “Excuse me?” “I am very proud of you and Y/N.” “Kesha, we are here to talk about your-” “Lemme finish. Please,” Kesha pleaded, making N’Jadaka pull out his phone. “What are you”-. Her question was caught off once he put his strong finger in the air to silence her. He placed the phone down and pressed start on the three minute timer. “You can talk again.” She took a deep breath before saying. “I am very happy for you and my best-”. “Ex.”

“Ex best friend. Between the shop, the center and your relationship it makes me feel like black love is still alive. But I’m very happy that Y/N finally has someone like you. After her last, she didn’t want anything to do with men again. Like it was really bad. She cried a lot and I know her folks hate seeing. I just know that y’all are really happy and-.” *RING. RING. RING* The sound of N’Jadaka’s phone went off and his eyes fell on the screen, tapping it to stop the noise and he stood fixing his trousers; he began to pack his things, placed his glasses into its case and said “let Zasha’s father know I will be sending him notes on this meeting. Be easy”;  with that, he made his exit as the custodian walked in to clean and lock up for N’Jadaka, leaving Kesha behind in her thoughts and texting on her phone.

Back at the shop, the beauticians and staff all talked while working on their clients when the nail stylist asked “so, Miss Boss Lady, when you think Mr. N’Jadaka gonna pop that question, hm?” Everyone whispered and asked the question again, commenting. “Yeah, Miss Y/N. He seems so amazing. Are we all invited once y’all tie the knot”, asked an excited Stacie from the wash bowl. Y/N was in the process working some oil through Rodney’s hair. “Not y’all being nosey.” “Not nosey. I just love that he loves you. Check it out. He literally sends you flowers every Wednesday at noon on the dot. Because of him, I do that for my lady now too. Expensive as shit but worth it, y’know”, said the male barber. “And don’t forget, he sends us all lunch every Friday”, said the nail stylist beside him. “Oh and plus, he comes by to sit with you every weekend to keep you company in the shop. If that isn’t a future husband then I don’t know what is, girl”, said one of the Transwomen beauticians. Y/N smiled, rolling her eyes as Rodney listened to all the sweet things N’Jadaka had done for his ex-girl and pulling out his phone to type. “Relax, relax. Why does everyone want me to get married all of a sudden”, Y/N asked as she giggled. 

“I HAD A DREAM ABOUT FOUR FISH LAST NIGHT!”, yelled out old sweet Miss Jackson from under the hairdryer; the group laughed as Y/N shook her head. Stacie began to help one of the patrons into a seat under another hair dryer before she grabbed the broom and began to sweep around the beauticians and barbers. “Miss Y/N. Do you wanna marry N’Jadaka?” The shop became quiet except for the music and TV being played in the background. Y/N began to have the thought of N’Jadaka. From her mother mentioning Daka proposing to her, to him becoming suspicious and secretive, to now the shop talking about it, she was starting to think that this could be a sign. Daka was once a stranger who helped her when a creepy man approached her to, now, the love of her life; in that moment she realized that she couldn’t see herself without N’Jadaka Udaku-Stevens. “Yeah, I do.” Everyone looked over at her, including Rodney who looked into the mirror in front of them. Stacie grinned once she stopped sweeping and said “you do, Miss Y/L/N?”

“Well, yeah. I feel like I’m at that point in my life where I want my forever partner and besides, I really can’t imagine myself without him. But I won’t lie, it scares me a little. I can’t describe it.” Miss Sawyer sat in the chair beside her getting her hot oil treatment set in as she smiled to herself. “I was in the same boat. You know young lady, back in my day, my daddy had owned a club with some white man I grew up with and I had to marry his god awful son.” Y/N looked over at her with concern in her eyes and said “Miss Sawyer, you did? You never told me that.” “Yeah, sure I did. I wasn’t happy, baby doll. I cried so many days and nights thinking of how I could be married off to a man, let alone a white one who truly did not love me.”  The shop nodded, taking in her words before she spoke again. “Then I caught him with another woman on his lap, literally a week after he had proposed to me. What even made it worse is that I was getting sexually harassed at where all this happened”; a mixture of gasps, shock and disgust.  “But all of a sudden, the bartender who worked for my poppa and his partner stepped in and when I tell you, the way I knew he would protect me from even a bear had me hot and unbothered”; the group including Y/N laughed. “But I tell you something. I’m not tryna talk ya ear off, baby doll, or none of y’all as a matter of fact. But I just wanna let you know that I went through the same thing you did, honey. I was scared to fall in love with my husband now but he convinced me with his actions that he was meant to be my life partner. The way he got rid of that man. Protecting me. Loving me. And if I could go back in time and do it all over again, I would.” Y/N stood there still working on Rodney’s head on autopilot and deep in her thoughts. She thought about Miss Sawyers’ words but she wasn’t the only one; Rodney sat looking at his ex through the mirror with a softened look. He took a deep breath and began typing against his phone, hoping his partner in crime got the message before it was too late. ~

Across town, Kesha sat in her car, houses down looking through her rearview mirror waiting for the target to arrive at the house. Her phone began vibrating in the cup holder before she picked it up and read the message, scoffing at the words, replying and threw the phone back in her purse. That’s when she saw the man, pulling into the driveway and parking to relax before planning the date night. He hopped out and made his way to the passenger side, grabbing a huge bouquet of white roses and his briefcase; he opened the door, unlocking with his key and stepping in. “Alright, babe closes the shop at like 8 today so I got like a few hours to spare and set up”, N’Jadaka said, as he placed the flowers on the end table by the front door. He kicked his dress shoes off, held them in his hands and made his way to the room to change and grab the spare clothes he always had at Y/N’s place. Once he was done with his shower, took a nap and relaxed, he realized that it was now four pm; he had to start getting ready for Y/N.

Back at the shop, Y/N had finished with Rodney’s hair. “Alright, all done. You need to use this sample everyday until it’s all gone, once in the morning when you wake up and once right before bed”. She took off his cape and was about to head to her office to decompress but felt something grab her wrist softly.  Y/N looked at him and could tell he wanted to say something but instead took a deep breath and placed something in her hand before saying “thank you. Take care of ya self, shawty.” With that, he walked out to his car and drove out the lot. When she looked in her hand, she noticed that he had placed five hundred dollars including tip money; she went ahead to her office to place the money away in her safe.

Back at the house, N’Jadaka tipped and thanked the delivery man and began to place the white wine in the fridge. “Aight, Sweets got the delivery, the restaurant got the plan and everything is set. I got my baby’s favorites and everything. Bast, please let this go smoothly.” N’Jadaka began to set things up by using some rose petals he bought from the florist earlier. He scattered them from the front door, around the dinner table and leading to the bedroom around her bed. He even began to pack all her things into new luggage cases he got back home but not before holding up the cream colored dress he planned for her to wear for the dinner night. Silk with a lace pattern and slits on both thighs of the gown. He began to play their song, setting the mood for the perfect night and humming to the lyrics. N’Jadaka knew her heart would absolutely melt when she saw everything set up the way it was. He ran into the kitchen to put ice into a metal bowl to place the white wine and placed it on the table, right in the middle. He had to make sure she loved it so she could say yes to the trip and yes to the ring.  As he placed the luggage into her closet for even more of a surprise, he began to hear the door open and shut along with the sound of heels clicking. At first, he thought it was his woman but that’s when he realized Y/N didn’t wear heels so it had to be Leslie. “What’s good, Leslie? Y/N is at the shop-.” His statement was cut short when he noticed that it wasn’t his friend at all. It was Kesha dressed in all cheetah print lingerie and matching heels under her robe. “Heyyy, Daka.” ~

“Hey, y’all”, cheered Leslie peeking half her body into the door; everyone greeted her as she walked in heading to Y/N who was in her seat. “Hey, best friend.” Y/N said her hello, hugged her and they made their way into her office. Leslie sat in front of her best friend’s table trying to get a good look at her left hand but saw no ring; she kissed her teeth so loudly at the sight that it made Y/N turn around. “Girl, you good?” Leslie had to think of something and fast. “Oh girl, nothing, just my damn job. I’m finna quit that muthafucka.”“Please, whore. You say that every fuckin’ time you work” Y/N said with a giggle. Leslie made a mocking face, making fun of her friend before saying “anyways, whore. Did you bring my bag”; that’s when she remembered it was on her kitchen counter. “Damn, I knew I forgot something. We can head to the house right now and grab it.”

“Girl, it can wait”, Leslie laughed but Y/N was already up with her bag. “No, no. Girl, we can head out and grab it now. I gotta tell you who the fuck my last client was”; they hopped in Leslie’s car and made their way back to the house. “So, girl tell me who my last client was”, Y/N asked Leslie as her friend kept her eyes on the road. “You better not say Kesha. Or I swea fuh GAWD.”“Rodney”; this made Leslie swerved resulting in the honks around them before she drove straight again. “RODNEY’S PUNK ASS”, Leslie said, digustingly and annoyed. “Yep, his ass used a fake name.”“He ain’t try nothing, did he? I needed a good ass reason to use my new gun.”“Good God, Leslie. No”; the light changed to green. “So, what happened?” Y/N chuckled to herself and said “you remember that bitch we fucked up at the club?” Leslie snickered out loud and said “what he got her pregnant?” “Nope, they broke up.”

“What the fuck that gotta do with you, girl?” Y/N side eyed her  before saying “the nigga is balding.”

“Chile, I been knew that. His daddy bald headed, his momma baldheaded, HELL his old ass grandma bald headed”. Y/N laughed before she said “but our girl was at the shop though.” “Miss Sawyer?!” “Mhm, sure was. She was of course preaching about love and what not.” “She always preaching, best but you gotta think, Mama Sawyer seen and dealt with some shit. Remember I was scared to have baby boy? Miss Sawyer told me I would be just fine and she would pray for us all and look what happened? He running around from diaper changes and shit.” The girls laughed until Y/N said “she mentioned marriage. Have you notice JD acting weird?” Leslie looked over at Y/N then back to the road “what you mean?”

“Like, he might propose.” Leslie deep down wanted to smile and scream YES but she didn’t want to ruin in surprise whatever they may be. “Hm, I ain’t sure. Not gonna lie. I only be around him when you around, boo.”“So, he hasn’t said anythin’ to y’all?”“Nope, nothing boo”; they soon made their way around the corner of her neighborhood and before she began to say “I’m not sure. There are just signs lik-” but stopped when she saw N’Jadaka’s car in the driveway. “I ain’t know babe was here. He texts me when he usually here.” Leslie only smiled when her friend wasn’t paying her any mind. She could only thing “EEEEEKKKKK, I get to see my homegirl getting proposed to.” Y/N stepped out, leaving her purse in the backseat, and placing feet on the sidewalk while Leslie followed behind quickly, eager; that’s when Leslie noticed something down the street. A familiar car, lashes on the headlights, bedazzled license plate and it looked like if the dashboard was covered in some type of polka dot. No. Nah. It was cheetah print… When the ladies approached closer, they could hear music playing from the home. “His playing our song.” Leslie looked at her friend who slowly smiled before using her keys to unlock the door. They spotted the rose petals around but also seen a white wine bottle open on the glass table, one with maroon lipstick smeared on it. Y/N went over to the table to get a closer look but Leslie could hear something from the bedroom. 

“Y/N”, Leslie said, looking at the bedroom door and feeling her body heat up. Y/N walked behind her as she could hear the voices over each other. Leslie could hear her friend breathing heavily, showing she was trying to stay calm but Leslie knew her friend way too well; Y/N was about to put her hands on someone and Leslie would help her do so. As soon as she opened the door, N’Jadaka was on the other side, holding a half-naked Kesha by her arm, and said “Now, get the fuck out before”...

N’Jadaka and Y/N met eye to eye as he finished. “Baby is here.”

WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPEN?! Guess y'all will have to find out NEXT WEEK!!!!!! CUE THE EVIL LAUGHSSSS

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[taylormarieee]

Crybaby JJ Maybank

Summary: Based on this lovely post by @princessbrunette creds to her for the inspo!

Word Count: 734

Pairing: Toxic!JJ x Fem!Crybaby!Reader

Warnings: Dom!JJ, Toxic!JJ, Jealous!JJ, Crybaby!Reader, JJ beating up some guy at a party, Reader being slightly angry, suggestive ending, honestly don't know if this is kinda toxic jj but hope y'all enjoy!

You were at a party that the pogues usually plan. The party's are alway killer and extremely fun. Kooks are here and other pougues from the island.

Sometimes even tourist come along to see what the hype is about. You were standing with John B handing out Keg drinks aka beer with a hint of wine for the prissy kooks.

"Take it or leave it Kook." You said staring at Topper with annoyance written all over your face. He grabs the cup from you and splashes a bit of beer on your dress. You flip him off and shout at him. You turn to get a napkin and you hear John B snicker next to you.

"What? It's not funny you asshole!" you say hitting John B playfully on the arm.

"Not gonna lie it's kinda funny." he says. You glare at him and he just laughs it off. "Ok it was a little funny." he says.

You pout at him before walking off. Your wandering around to find JJ when you see a friend of your from school that's in one of your classes.

"Justin? Heyyy! How are you?!" You yell at him over the music while running up to him to give him a hug. You don't have a lot of traction to run considering your on sand but you make it to him anyway.

You and Justin catch up for almost the entire night that you forgot that you were looking for JJ. What you don't notice is how JJ is staring at you from afar.

Laughing with the boy, hands resting on his arm for a couple seconds too long, even leaning into him a bit because your a little tipsy.

He's had enough when the guy wraps his arm around you. He storms over to Justin and grabs him by his collar.

"What ya doin' touching my girl hmm? My girl!" He yells before decking the guy right in his jaw.

"JJ! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!" You yell at him trying to pull JJ off of Justin.

"Leave him alone JJ! Justin are you ok?!" You yell once you successfully get him off of Justin and lift Justin up as well. You hand Justin over to someone much stronger than you and storm over to JJ.

"What the hell was that huh?" You yell at him. He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. "Your mine. Only mine. I don't think you understand the fucking meaning of you. are. mine." He enunciates.

Your eyes get teary as his grp on your arm start to hurt a bit. "I don't want you around other men that aren't Pope or John B... do you understand princess?" He says stern;y.

You shake your head yes but want to explain to him that he's just a friend. "But Jay.. he's just a friend from school! It's not that s-serious." You blab out as tears start to run down your face."

"You think I give a fuck about your tears baby. You hurt me. Makin me think you don't want me anymore, so you go and fuck around with other guys hmm? That's what we're doing now?" He says angrily.

Your full on crying now. Upset about what happened and then upset about making JJ feel that way.

"I-I'm sorry jay jay... i'll m-make it up to you I promise.. It's just he's my friend! W-Why did you have to hit him. He's my friend from school! Now he'll never talk to m-me again." You voice to him sadly.

He rolls his eyes as he clenches his jaw, 'What part of "your not allowed to have any guy friends" does this girl not understand' He thinks.

You sniffle and wipe your tears away. He lets your arm go and places his hand on the small of your back. "Mama... No more male friends, got it. Only Pope and John B ok? Do you understand me?" He says in the softest voice he can muster up as he is still fuming with anger.

"Mhm... yes.. I understand jj. Lemme make it up to y-you." You say still slightly sniffiling.

"Yea? Gonna make it up to papa J? such a good girl you little crybaby." He says.

It makes you pout but you follow him towards the car where your going to make it up to him. You owe him after all.

Taglist: @dustbunniess @princessbrunette and anyone else who wants to join!

[wintrwinchestr]

wip wednesday

thank you for tagging me @joelsdagger :) anyone who sees this jump in if you wanna!!

heyyy... how y'all doin...

i've been jumping back into the strangers cinematic universe recently to work on something a little different.

has anyone else ever wondered... who was joel's first girl? how did he become the thing that he is? what was his life like before he met babydoll?

i thought it would be fun and interesting to try and answer some of these questions :) here's a little snippet of a strangers oneshot i'm working on called suffer does the wolf

One could argue that nature is solely to blame for Joel Miller having become the creature that he is, that he was just born with a black spot on his soul and that his future was already predetermined before he had even uttered his first word or formed his first coherent thought. That some boys just grow up to become men who kill girls, and there isn’t anything that anyone can do to prevent it. One could argue that, and they’d make a very compelling case. But the one for nurture would probably end up winning out in the end, if you were really to take a look at Joel’s 50-something years’ worth of damage and trauma and violence all laid out before you.

Joel had known these things from an early age, having grown up in a house with holes in the drywall created by his father’s fists, the same ones that would leave his mother battered and bruised and crying with no one to turn to or lean on, except for her own young son. Back then, women had no choice but to stay married to monsters like that, forced to rely on men who hurt them in order to keep places within society and roofs over their heads and money in bank accounts that didn’t even have their own names on it. What a cruel fucking existence.

Joel was glad when his little brother eventually came along, if only so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore in the dark of his bedroom while he hid from the boogeyman that was his own father. Joel would often stay up for hours with baby Tommy, knowing that he himself was still too small to be able to defend him should the boogeyman come barging into their bedroom, but at least someone was looking out for him. Protecting him. And that’s what Joel is, at his core, or at least what he believes himself to be. A protector. A caregiver. A provider. As backwards as it may seem, considering the amount of blood on his hands.

[tsandoll]

tumblr user tsandoll breaking out of her enclosure to feed her followers once every few months:

heyyy.. how y'all doin.... not really gonna bore u all with the details but i have spent the past few months struggling a lot mentally and struggling a lot with motivation. i have been wanting to write for you all SO SO BADLY but literally cannot get anything on paper and im really sorry about that 😞 i can't promise even now that i will fully come back but im hoping to aim for a more consistent return by the end of this year!! i don't want to give up on this blog and don't plan on it either so don't worry about that!! my a-z series will continue one of these days also when i find the motivation for it. but for now im gonna change up a few things (like i do pretty much everytime i come back from a break 😭) and then gonna put up something im cooking 😳😳 and then will post some asks for you guys!! im sorry for disappearing so much but 😞😞 yk life be fucking me up 😭

[angclnumber]

heyyy ,,, hey ,,, how y'all doin ,,,

[v4mpgutz]

hey.... heyyy..... how y'all doin....

[commonwealthoccurences]

Feeling like that "Heyyy how y'all doin'" meme as I tiptoe back onto this blog in shame after 6 months. Anyway... the Fallout show brought back my brainrot so I'm pivoting to both the show and Fo4 content. Probably primarily the show since it's fresh on the brain but I can never say no to fo4. Anyway I'll be adjusting masterlists (I feel like they were getting a bit messy with how long they are but I don't know how else to format them so that'll take some thinking) and request guidelines etc etc. I'm clearing out my inbox so we have a clean slate. hope y'all are well. If you've watched the show feel free to word vomit in my dms with your thoughts!

[askthe-littlepoet]

You should be proud damnit... the envy of your skills is real.

i think that its rlly easy to forget all the bad shit he's done

like he tortured the lamb and y'all are just like "heyyy bbg.... how you doin?"

[chaisshitposts]

Heyyy!! How are you? This is not a void or manifestation question. When did you join tumblr? Looks like you are getting at lot of interactions and you look so mature and your replys to the asks are so nicely explained😭you are working hard with this blog💪🏻 keep going!! We need more mature people like you in this community😭but we are happy with just you your the only blog I’m following RN because I’m in my 20’s feels like we match because of age maybe? Anyways love you blog and I love you❤️I hope you get at lots of success and manifest your dream life good luck🕊️

i am doin' fantastic!!! :D how are ya? and to answer yer question— I've been on tumblr since last year tbh but for completely different reasons (fanfiction go brrr), I only joined tumblr loa like last month tbh 💀 man you're the second person to say I'm mature 🧍 I'm a lil' concerned at this point cause damn y'all the bar of maturity expectations is so damn low, I think the devil may have tripped on it by now 🕵️ I appreciate yer words though, truly !!! they bring a smile to my face fr fr

Oh BOY I hope more manifesters in their 20s will appear, but I will say if you're interested in more adults who're practicing the law id recommend checkin' out Sammy Ingram on YouTube, she's got this cool ass Facebook group where there's lots of success stories from adults practicing the law of assumption. love ya too darlin' 🫶🏾🫰I hope the same for ya too !!! happy manifestin'!! :D may greatness come to ya in quadrillion ways.

[nanukanal]

heyyy how y'all doin 💥💥

i decided to make a lil smth for funsies - so have a hui buh q&a ask blog !!

you can ask both questions in german/english ;^) i will try to keep it close to the canon, but don't mind me if i slip a headcanon or two in there (but i will note if i do)

@rostige-rasselkette :^)

hihihi go wild y'all