#I don't even like that nigga but the way your lot talk about him has me wondering if any of you cracked open fire and blood

[lagosbratzdoll]

You guys are always yapping about how Criston Cole is Rhaenyra’s victim. Even though the show contradicts you on this point many times. Even though the producers contradict you on this point repeatedly. 

However, no one wants to reckon with the fact that those men took a tale about a misogynistic paedophile and the child he groomed and isolated and then turned his child victim into the initiator/aggressor. 

It’s par for the course with the adaptors. We watched it happen with Dany and Jorah, Doreah and Xaro Xhoan Daxos, Loras Tyrell and the homophobic way they adapted his story. The racist, heavily sexualised way they adapted the sand snakes and Ellaria Sand. I had hoped the fandom would know better by now but alas!

[sherewrytes]

I'll always want you

Synopsis: Onyankopon found himself on the outs with you. He wants to find his way back to his one love. C.W: Angst, break up. Cheating Drug use (weed) Reader is black

Fanfic inspired by the following songs.

The weeknd: What you need. The weeknd Coming down

Onyankopon found himself sitting alone staring at the sky from his apartment balcony. He's wondering how things got so messed up. Thinkin' how could he mess a good thing up. He knew he had a good thing with you going but he let his insecurities get the better of him. Now he's sitting staring at the night sky, smoking a cigarette. "It's quiet....a little to quiet." He thinks to himself. He picks up his phone on the table in front of him, scrolling through texts from Eren, Hange, Sasha but not none from you. He sighed, opened Spotify and hit play on the Weeknds song " King of the Fall " He stumped out his cigarette in favor of rolling up a blunt with some AK-47 a strain you put him on. He connected his phone to speakers on the balcony and lit up, trying to clear his mental. He took another pull of his blunt, staring at the night sky thinking "The night has never been so beautiful. It's quiet and peaceful, the city lights make it even better." He found himself staring at the moon hoping the city noise and its serenity can give him the serenity he needs inside. He took another drag of his blunt, fighting back tears as memories flash and flood his mind. Moments shared on the balcony with Y/N staring at the same moon, the same city lights while enjoying nights in.

He heard a ding through the speakers indicating a text, he sees it's Eren. He sighed knowing if he doesn't respond Eren is gonna come over to his apartment and he isn't it in the mood for company

Eren: Bro come on man you sat up your apartment sulkin'

Eren: Sulking aint gonna bring Y/N back

Eren: Man I know you readin' my shit

Eren: Open the fuckin door. I'm outside with Connie and Sasha. Don't make me break down your shit.

Onyankopon sighed and strolled to his front door, blunt hanging from his mouth. He opened the door to Connie holding three pizzas, Eren with 2 six packs of Heineken and a half ounce of Sour Diesel and Sasha with a smile on her face already looking half faded. Ony sighed and opened the door further to let them in. Connie: *eyes Ony from head to toe* For a guy who fucked up his own relationship you sure look stressed.

Ony: The Fuck you said

Eren: Yo let's not start shit right Connie. We're here to chill not square up.

Ony scoffed and sat down on reaching for the half ounce. Sasha pulled the bag closer to her. Sasha: Before I let you smoke yourself insane. What really happened with you and Y/N I thought you said she was the one, so what's this I'm hearin about you fuckin around with Annie or sum shit.

Ony felt the tears welled up in his eyes again, thinking about what he did. He hanged his head contemplating on how to explain this mess. Ony: So... *sighes* I fucked up. I cheated. Y/N and I... We...well...It's not on her...It's on me.. Anyways Y/N and Annie are friends been that way since high school. Yah I know fucked up big time. At the time Y/N and I we were always arguing, she started seeing me less, doing her own thing. I did the same.

We didn't break up or take a break or nun, just arguing and shit. Annie came over to my crib to talk to me about Y/N supposedly being with another dude. Before you ask it's someone, she got paired up with for her fashion design uni course nun serious, but back to it. My dumb ass believed Annie without checkin with Y/N to find out what's going on. I just decided to get faded. Annie started feeling up on me. It was a hot minute since Y/N and I been together like that so I did what a dumb nigga would do, got more faded and fucked Annie. That's not even the worst bit.

Y/N chose that day to come over to my place. She didn't see me, but she heard the sounds. She saw Annie's car downstairs in the lot. She sat out on the balcony and waited. When I walked out my room to get a drink, I saw her... staring at me with such fuckin hate but when Annie walked out of my room, Y/N lost it. Shit got messy quick. At first, I didn't give a fuck cause I thought she was cheating. It's only when she showed me her messages and project shit, I realized i fucked up. that's all I'm willing to get into... I think about that day enough as it is. Sasha sighed handing Ony one of her rolled spliffs. Ony stared at the packed spliff then at Connie and Eren. "You guys don't have to stay here I'm good on my own man" Ony said barely above the music playing in the background.

"It's been what 5 months since then. You hardly come out other than to what go to class or to buy weed. When's the last time you got a haircut or you growing locs now" Connie said with annoyance. Ony just wanted to be left alone he knew they wouldn't leave until he was doing better, so he cracked open the beer and drank it all in one go. Eren and Connie looked at each other with slight concern but didn't say a word. Sasha lit up the spliff and passed it to Connie. The night moved on slowly. Ony was slowly coming out of his funk with his friends around. It was around 1 am when he heard a knock on his door. Connie, Eren and Sasha still at his place choppin' it up. He yelled at Connie to get the door while he went to take a leak. He came out of the toilet yellin "Who the fuck was at the door Conn....... Y/N..." He stood there in shock to see Y/N at his apartment Y/N: I just came to drop this stuff off. It's yours and well the gifts you bought me as well. I don't want them. This is the only time I worked up the courage to drop these off.Ony stared at Y/N....a loud ringing sound in his ears. He realized what her bringing back everything meant. He could see the lil stuffed bunny ears sticking out of the box. He won her that on their first date almost 2 years ago. Ony felt like he was gonna be sick. He stood there just staring at her, trying to figure out what to do or what to say. should he beg, should he just act cold, should he stay silent. Without realizing tears slid down his face. He hanged his head almost immediately. He opened his mouth and not a word came out. He shut his mouth again knowing he doesn't have the words. He continued looking down at his apartment floor and said "uhm...uhm..I..they are your stuff...Y/N I don't want them back." Y/N sighed with a bit of agitation "so you think I want them. Onyankopon just take the box so I can leave. I don't got time for this shit" Delle has never addressed him by his full name always Ony or babe or some nick name. He knew if he raised his head, he wouldn't be able to stop the tears from falling so he turned around and walked straight to the balcony and closed the sliding doors leaving Y/N with Connie, Sasha and Eren Sasha: Y/N really why now girl. You could've just dumped it or gave one of us to bring it for him and it's 2 am. You looking for closure dick. Y/N sighed ignoring Sasha and dumped the box on the floor. she stormed out the apartment only to bring up 2 more large boxes with more stuff. Ony didn't budge from the balcony. Y/N grew angrier. She stormed out the balcony and raised her voice at him. "So, you're gonna sit there and act high and fuckin mighty... you're the one who fucked all this up for what some pussy and my friend at that. Not even a random hoe. My fuckin friend Onyankopon really." Ony stayed silent, he knew he was wrong for what he did and how everything played out. He knows he should stay something, but the silence is the only thing holding his heart together. He wanted to apologize, to beg to say something but he knew Y/N and her kind heart and how much what he did hurt her. He sighed and looked up at Y/N staring her in her face knowing she can see every emotion written all over his face. Y/N stared at his face seeing his brown eyes red from heavy smoke and puffy from crying. Y/N heard the melodies of the weeknd's song Coming down through the balcony speakers. Ony did not say a single word for almost a minute then he said "Y/N I'll always want you. No matter what. *sniffles* I know I fucked up. I don't expect forgiveness or anything of the sort. I deserve what I'm getting. I'm not in the right head space for the conversation we should have. I'm high out my mind and a bit drunk. The only thing I'm good for right now is more weed maybe another drink so right now as much as I want to give you the closure you want, right now I'm not good, so just...I'll.... Y/N cuts Ony off and says "Doesn't matter you have a good fucking life."

Ony watches Delle storm off the balcony and out his apartment. He finally exhaled and let everything out. Eren was the first one outside to console him. He was truly glad that his friends choose to come over tonight.

Next

[thank you to everyone who read this, I appreciate it sm I may do a second part with less angst.. maybe a reunion🥹]

[neodreamgirl]

SEUNGHANNNNNN NOOOOOOO

I'M SO PISSED WHAT THE FUUUUUCK

This is insanity!!! I was on weverse just YESTERDAY and I was screenshotting the crazy comments and posts made by ot6 because they were so laughable. How you gonna take THESE BITCHES SERIOUSLY?

I have so many words I don't even know where to start like what the fuck

I was so excited to start stanning again! Now, I had to delete their most recent music off of my apple music. I rewatched the siren dance practice of when Josh Price was teaching them the choreo. It's one of their most memorable behind the scenes videos. This shit is so sad. Oh my goodness...

When I was on weverse, I noticed that if you scroll down the feed you'll see 5 ot7 stans, and then 2 ot6 stans. How the hell does one make the decision to kick him out because of a minority? I'm so confused. The other 6 members are in Madrid (I think). Who did Seunghan deliberate with about this?

I understand if he saw all the hate and decided it was time to go. I understand, I do. He's the one receiving all the hate but this is not his fault. The psychopaths are at fault here; never him nor RIIZE. I can't even fathom the impact this has had on his mental health. I genuinely am hoping that he still sees his worth as a person. I genuinely hope he understands that these people are crazy and that he is the victim. He is not the villain and he genuinely has so many supporters that want to see him thrive in this life and the next. But I just feel like he was probably pressured to leave

Listen...All this deliberating for the past 11 months and not one conversation about how to deal with the inevitable backlash? Are you kidding me? Please be so fucking serious. HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, if seunghan approached management about leaving the group, they had to sit him down and tell him that they got him. That they understand the hate can be disheartening, discouraging, and distasteful, but that they will handle it. They would look for resources that will help him mentally, take away social media access from him so that he doesn't see the hate, talk about how they gradually plan on integrating him into the group. If he wishes there could be any accomodations, they'll grant them. They needed to tell him that they don't want to let him go so easily because they believe in his talents, potential, and rightful spot in RIIZE. They had to make him feel worthy. They had to encourage him to deal with the backlash because he wouldn't be dealing with it alone. They would hire more security so that when they go out at airports and such, he can feel safe. Management had to reassure him that there will be official statements made defending him and if legal actions must be sought, then they will FUCKING SEEK THEM. I DON'T GET IT. I feel like they forced him to leave idk

DAMN. THE OFFICIAL SM ACCOUNT COULD HAVE RELEASED A STATEMENT SAYING THAT THEY STAND TEN TOES DOWN ON WHAT THE FUCK THEY SAID BECAUSE SEUNGHAN BELONGS IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN GROUP AND ANY SHITTY UNWASHED BOOTY CHEEKS HAVING ASS BITCH THAT GOT SOMETHING TO SAY ABOUT IT CAN REFER THEIR COMMENTS TO SM'S FUCKIN LAWYER. THE FUCK YOU MEAN. I'M SIIIIICK AS HELL. SICK TO MY FUCKIN STOMACH

What kills me is that the 6 other members wanted him integrated into the group. They wanted to work with him. They wanted to experience idol life with their BROTHER. The mf they trained with for YEARS. This is soooo unfair. I literally cannot believe this shit. All you stupid bitches that were against the boycott and made assumptions that maybe we ot7 hoes were wrong about RIIZE wanting Seunghan back can kiss my fuckin ass. This is your fault, too, by the way. You're a stupid ass bitch. What the hell made you think these niggas didn't want him back into the group? What the fuck made you think they thought this was fair? Speak INTO the mic, bitch.

A lot of you were not willing to fight for Seunghan. Maybe you thought it wasn't that big of a deal, which is odd considering his circumstances, but you're a bitch. I'm like 10000% sure that boycotting the group would have done him and his FORMER members a whole lot of good. A lot of you were too pussy....I would like to think that perhaps I'm wrong and that the only reason you continued stanning was because you had hope he would return and that their management wasn't unfair trash. I don't know...

OT7 BRIIZE...we have gone THROUGH it this past year. Like I am so sorry that we had to go through any of this nonsense. This is absolutely insane. The emotional rollercoasters from 2023 after his hiatus was announced. Articles having to be deleted, edited and re-released without his name. That shit happened about 108912 times. The random sightings of him this year looking at the messages we left him, all while the company nor the members mentioned him. The random spaces the members would leave during their performances. The videos of the members reading RIIZE IS 7 signs and reacting positively going viral online like what the fuck. Also, I can't help but feel like this isn't over...

I don't know...Am I trippin? Seunghan has so many supporters I highly doubt that those that can afford to send trucks and shit will stay quiet. Many people actually find this whole situation extremely unfair. It's not even because it's seunghan but because this is literally awful. People have been very vocal about how the handling of this situation was pure shit...that's not going to stop now. Many non-BRIIZEs have commented about how Kpop companies always side with the K-fans and never pay attention to international fans. Many of them applied that opinion to this situation in particular. They're not wrong, either. I saw that some weird ass SM employees were on a message board where they can post anonymously. They said they were against the integration of Seunghan in the group because of the backlash they would receive, but the backlash was strictly from Chinese and Korean fans. But those people were only a select few. Many Chinese and Korean fans like Seunghan just as much as western fans do.

Why do I feel like RIIZE is going to do something? Wonbin spoke up but his post got deleted. There are some recent airport pics where they look absolutely distraught after this announcement was made. This is what I mean when I say this isn't over LMAO. I think this will only get worse. Kpop is no longer just a cute little niche thing in Korea. This industry reaches overseas. These idols are slowly finding their place in the western market because as we have seen through the success of BTS, western award shows are starting to award kpop music. There is a place for them here.

I wouldn't be surprised that if the reaction of OT7 BRIIZE sends RIIZE into a hiatus. As I was thinking this, I learned that some people have been making comments about RIIZE disbanding to prove a point to these crazy fans and SM. I don't know if they would actually do that, but I doubt that they're going to just let this happen.

I actually genuinely believe him leaving was a bad idea lmao I'm not just saying that as a fan but because too many people already thought the situation was unfair. In his defense, having so many people talk crazy to you would be enough to push anyone to get away. However, the people he spoke to about this failed to realize (like how is your brand RISE and REALIZE and you fail to rea--nvm) that the idea of him leaving or getting kicked out was the reason for the controversy in the first place. People didn't want to see him go on a freaking hiatus what the fuck made you think they would want to see him permanently leave the group? Are you stupid...this is what I mean like if he was genuinely trying to protect RIIZE's brand, the people should have told him that leaving will have the opposite effect. They should have encouraged him to sing and dance with his fans and fuck the haters in the ass.

We can all expect this to get more coverage. Expect 14232 trucks and banners sent to SM. Expect statements after statements. Honestly, you could even expect him to be integrated into the group again. That's how fucked this company is. With enough backlash, this could happen. I'm so serious.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Can I ask, if you have top favorite romantic couples (can be canon or non canon) of all time from any media? Why love them? Thx :D

... now this, took a minute to answer in some ways. There a lot of ships I like, so this was really easy and hard to answer at the same time. Some ships it was an immediate yep yep and others I had to go '... but is it a fav of all time, though?" But I think I got it narrowed down.

So here we go, fav ships of all time from any media, no particular order. I didn't get any specific no. to do so I'll just list a handful until I can't think of any others. (Anyone who comes across this that sees a ship on here you don't like and feels the need to say something about it, stay in your lane this ain't about your opinions it's about mine.)

The main FMA ships

Arakawa Hiromu, nigga, you cooked. Imma just put the FMA ships as one and leave it there because if I do it separately, we'll be here all day. But if you wanna see me diving into why I like these ships in a manic ramble, here's a post I made on that here. The romance in FMA is literally a category and a discussion all on its own that I can go about on for hours. FMA has the best romances in shounen so anyone who has consumed FMA will know what I'm talking about. Like, whenever anyone tries to use a manga being 'shounen' to justify shitty romantic writing, I point at FMA's brilliant riding. An animanga's demographic is not an excuse for terrible executions in romance. EdWin, RoyAi, LingFan, AlMei and all the side ships drank and left no molecules.

NaruSaku

Toxic shippers, again, stay in your lane, I don't feel like dealing with y'all any day. I have been shipping this shit for years, always have, always will. Ignore the fact I ship Sakura with literally everyone from the Akatsuki to Hinata to Sai to Shikamaru. (Y'all I used to look up Kisame/Sakura fics, unironically TAT). (Same for Naruto honestly, I've shipped him with Sasuke, Ino, Temari, Tenten, the list goes on and on.) The way Sakura goes from finding Naruto annoying to almost dying multiple times to keep him safe, I will never EVER be over that. Naruto's love going from puppy to something as passionately red as the thread of fate itself. The MinaKushi parallels. I have a lot (and I mean a lot) of ships in Naruto pertaining to these two, but NaruSaku is my absolute favorite. Like it was literally confirmed that Sakura got over Sasuke and then it got retconned for some bullshit. Saying it with my whole chest, argue with a wall, it should have been them. I won't dog any other ships, but yeah, it should have been them. 699 chapters of Naruto being in love with one woman, I sing the praises everyday.

SakuHina

Hinata's prince charming is literally Sakura. I have a whole ass fic I am slowly, painstakingly writing about what Naruto would have been like if Hinata had a crush on Sakura the whole time. I just think they're really cute together, have amazing chemistry and balance each other out. I didn't expect to like SakuHina as much as I did but here we are.

Kyoru

I mentioned it before in another answered ask but Fruits Basket was my first manga (if you're curious what my first anime was, it was Yu Yu Hakusho) and Kyoru was probably my first OTP. There are two characters I think upon so many rewatches and rereads that were prime game for who Kyo and Tohru could have ended up with had things been different (which, I do really ship as well. Multishipper here guys) but I'm not mad about the endgames that we got. From start to finish, Kyo and Tohru's relationship is beautiful and you can feel how strongly they feel for one another. It's like, wow, Takaya really gave us one of the best ships in shoujo and didn't even apologize for it.

Klance

Red + Blue = True. They had chemistry, supplemented for what the other lacked and we really don't need to have me diving into the bs that was VLD. That show wasn't even out long, my god, it was a mess.

NeuviFuri

Should I explain to you the romanticism of Hydro x Hydro? Oof how I love them. A Genshin ship after my own heart, truly. But if anyone is trying to against MiHoyoverse (I was here from the Mihoyo days, leave me alone) in terms of seeing who ships NeuviFuri more, we all lose. They literally paid people to do an ice dancing program in NeuviFuri cosplay, paid a guy to make a companion piece to Furina's song from Neuvillette's perspective and several other animations concerning their relationship in some way. But the Mihoyoverse shenanigans aside, it's the build up of 400+ years of working together, the care they still have for one another and yes the complementary abilities and color palettes. Not enough time in the day to talk about them, I don't think.

AriDante

Almost thought I wouldn't have a gif for them, then I remembered THEY GOT A MOVIE. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe is one of my favorite books in the world. I have reread it once a year religiously since 2017 when I first discovered it. This is such a beautiful novel and relationship and if you haven't had the pleasure of reading it or the sequel, please do yourself a favor and buy it or rent it from your local library. It's just, the way Ari has been in love with Dante for so long and didn't even realize it but it's so, so clear to the reader because of just how he talks and describes him? I don't even want to go to deep into this one just in case there's someone here that hasn't read this book because it deserves to be read and experienced blind. Just, just please y'all read it.

[kolour-me-kourt]

Chapter Fourteen: “They always seem sweet in the beginning”

Where are Jayson and YN now? A month after the infidelity little progress has been made after the first week Jayson made an appointment with a therapist and begged YN to come with him. It's been four sessions and YN does not like the therapist at all she tries to hide but she doesn't do it well enough. Her relationship with Melo? Stronger than ever it's like they've truly become friends like she's claim they've always been the only awkward moments where when Melo and Jayson crossed paths they would speak but never talk too long YN wanted to fix that but she had to work on her and Jayson first.

Currently her and Jayson were in therapy session number five her friend had dropped her off because they carpooled to work together so YN was a little late which already had pissed Jayson off so tensions were high as the session continued.....

"Infidelity can affect people in many different ways... YN can you tell Jayson an emotion that you felt other than anger and sadness after he told you he cheated" "I felt betrayed" "Jayson how does that make you feel to hear that" "like shit... we were working on being a team ... I knew everything she had been through and I still messed  this up.... badly" "YN can you acknowledge Jayson also has some intense feelings about the cheating incident" "I'm sure he does have feelings about it..... but do they matter"

"I don't matter?" Jayson asks YN the therapist takes over again "let's rephrase the question Jayson" "i don't know how to rephrase that she just said  I don't matter! " YN rolls her eyes "no.... I said they don't matter as In your feelings about fucking your ex don't matter cause Nah I feel like every bad feeling you feel about that situation you should" "YN are you actively working on forgiving Jayson cause that sounded very vengeful"

"do you want me to tell the truth or not? .....of course I wanna move forward but it's only been a month and guess what? we haven't even been around eachother that much between him working and being a father he doesn't have much time for this relationship which didn't use to be a problem but now.... I require more because of the lack of trust " "I make time as much as I can I can't put being a father or my career on the back burner and I know you don't even really want me to do that you just trying to make me hurt so stop I'm on to your game" she smiled

"Okay I'm stoping" "YN please try to explain your feelings throughly" the therapist tries to save the conversation before it goes off the deep end "is our time not up yet? I swear I've been in here more than an hour he told me to stop so I'm stoping I'm over it" "you don't listen to shit else I say so Tf you talking about" "who tf you talking to Jayson don't raise your voice in front of this man like you run something" "see this the shit I was talking about" he said to the doctor YN lifted her eyebrow

"you were talking about me before I came in?" "Well you were late so I'm gonna get my moneys worth" "oh wow okay" "if you wanted to be on time you would've been but you don't care about this" "stop doing that!! you can put your career first but as soon as I do the same I get accused of not giving a fuck also I wasn't driving you expect me to leave my job in the middle of meeting to go to a therapy session? No Jayson real jobs don't work like that" "see how she says real jobs ... I have a real job" "yeah you do so let me rephrase corporate jobs don't work like that Jayson you wanna be fixated on every word I say instead of trying to figure out what I'm actually saying cause it makes you look like the good guy but newflash nigga we're in therapy because you cheated!" Before Jayson could speak the therapist cut him off

"let me jump in here you guys just said a lot YN first can you explain your earlier statement when you said you need more time or he doesn't make time can you explain that"

"Yeah ... all I'm saying is to a certain degree he makes time  but by the time you get to my city in my place you look so damn tired I don't even wanna bother you with anything serious or heavy I rather just sit there and soak up the time I do have before you have to leave again most of our couple time id spent here now"

"so you do like spending time with Jayson still?" "Absolutely.... Or I would've just left we only argue here cause we only talk about real stuff in here " " not as much as Melo" Jayson stated "here we go again" "who's melo" "a friend" "a friend who use to fuck her" "but have I fucked him since we started dating" "no .... But that wasn't my argument anyway ... seeing you together as friends makes me feel like we might never have that especially since I fucked up this bad" "you want a friendship?" She said softly "yes I feel like that part of our relationship .... I'm being replaced because you have Melo back I don't think you would cheat so I wasn't trying to say that I'm sorry if you felt like that's what I was saying " she kissed his cheek melting to the sound of his voice

"okay I understand that.... How do you want me to change that though" "just be more friendly with me we don't do fun stuff anymore it's all romantic stuff which I enjoy but..." "nah I feel you um okay" "just okay?" "Yeah I understand what else should I say?" "You know what nothing whatever" she gets upset again "yeah whatever" "well I think we've approached the end of this session .... I'll see you two same time next week?"

"Ask him not me"  "yeah I'll be here doctor on time idk about her though" "I'm always where I'm supposed to be so what are you talking about" "let's focus I'll see you guys next week same time okay thank you remember your homework" "thank you sir" YN smiled standing up Jayson shakes his hand "yes I'll fill her in" and then opens the door for YN letting her walk out first.

he guides her through the lobby and out to the car

"I wanna keep talking when we get in the car" Jayson said glancing down at her "I'll pay you big money if you don't" YN laughed he lets her in the car and then gets in glancing at her. "I don't feel like you working with me" "Jayson I'm trying this is all I got ...." "Alright" he pulls off speeding to her house "okay then" "next time I'm picking you up from your office so you can be on time" "mhm"

he laughed slightly smirking "what?" She glanced "I can feel this getting toxic cause all I wanna do right now is fuck you" "oh wow okay" "you gon let me?" She licked her lips "yeah I'm gonna let you" "you want me?" She smiled "always" "let's get home then" she smiled in the seat

They hadn't had sex since she's known everytime he would start up she would get nervous and make him stop. But now she was to the point where it's been a month and she wanted to rip the band aid off. After all their sex had never been an issue she enjoyed getting fucked by Jayson and some good sex might truly be the only way to spice up this day.

"We still moving at your pace so if you don't want to by the time we get home I understand" he glanced at her "I want to... I need you" she said the second part softly but he heard it made him feel good for her to say that. The relationship had been rocky but to hear that she still wanted him this badly he had a lot to live up too.

*Time skip*

She found herself unfulfilled as soon as things would start to feel good he changed what he did they were just totally out of sync and she didn't know what she needed she just knew that the sex wasnt it for her. So as she laid in bed beside someone she loves dearly she wondered if she could continue to fake this cause he clearly had a good time. What she didn't know is he absolutely knew something was off but he didn't want her to take it the wrong way so he didn't say anything. He felt great but he could tell she didn't and he tried his hardest to get that to change but it didn't. He pulled her close kissing her forehead

".... That was amazing" she said softly "for me too.... You did your thing I missed you like that" he groaned she laughed slightly During the sex she found herself on another level just simply trying to cum but she couldn't get it to happen and he couldn't either "I understand you baby" "I did something wrong?" "No why you say that?" "No reason just wanted to know... I didn't wanna rush you into anything or make you feel rushed I'm not going no where" she smiled getting up to straddle him

"I love you .... A lot and I wanna apologize for the way I acted in therapy ... *sighs* I just was feeling a little ... idk the word but I do want you to know that I heard you about the friendship thing and we can start working on it ... cause I love you and I want this" he casually rubs her butt as she talks to him "thank you for telling me that baby I needed to hear it... gimmie kiss" she leans down kissing his lips "you forgive me?" "Yes I forgive you.... Now you really feel okay about the sex?" "Yesss I loved it"

"okay good that's all that matters .... I know it's gonna take us a while and I was just making sure we was good on that end" "yes nothing to worry about" ".... Can we go for round two?" He lifts her up slightly holding her up "mmmm should we?" She smiles he sits her back down gently "nah you right we shouldn't ... I'm trying to take you out later as a friend" he smiles she laughed "hmmm? And do what?" "Go back to the basics .... We going bowling" she laughed "should I dig out that pink dress?" She kissed his lips again "I would love to see you in that ... we was matching that day cause I had on some pink shorts" "yes you did... looking edible" "why you ain't let me hit then?" She hit him gently laughing 

"I didn't wanna start this relationship off with sex.... Cause sometimes sex fades and what if we didn't like eachother" "you right baby .... You like me again?" She sighed "unfortunately" she smiled rolling her eyes playfully and he laughed "fuck you mean unfortunately?" He flips her over on her back pinning her down "babyyy I was just playing" "better be" he starts kissing all over her face "mmmmm" he starts fingering her "Jayson baby...." "Can you cum for me? Please" "I..." "please?" He kisses her lips "yes" "you so fuckin wet... cum for me" he keeps kissing her "want me to rub your clit?" "Yesss please" she tried her hardest to cum but just couldn't he kissed her lips. He felt her getting wetter and wetter "right there baby" she moaned softly "you sure?" "Yes just kiss me" his fingers continued flick upwards as his thumb rubbed her clit and she moans into his mouth. It was evident she wasn't cuming at least not with him she moved her hips and started shaking her legs. "Mmmm" "there you go ... cum for me" "ahhhh yesssss" "gooddd mm" he moaned while kissing all over her face. She smiles "thank you" "nah thank you" he stands up looking down at her. She closes her legs sitting up

"You have to leave ... tomorrow morning" "nah" " what you mean?" " you got three more days with me ....if you want me" "why?" "I mean I can go home" He started to get annoyed "I'm just simply asking .... Is their a specific reason?" "Deuce isn't gonna be home until the end of the week ... so it's no point in me rushing home and I wanted to spend the time with you" "I want you to... I was just making sure you weren't jeopardizing anything" "no not at all ... so can I freshen up and we go out?"

"Bowling?" "Or something else if you don't wanna do that" "I wanna do something together... like if we go bowling I'll be forced to beat your ass" she smiled "bae I beat you in two games last time so what you talking about?" "Jayson stop lying" "I'm lying?" "Shhh let me dream" "what you wanna go do? I have an idea but if we do it I wanna surprise you..." "let's do that then" "let me make some calls..." "Well hurry up so I can shower before we go"

*time skip ****back in the car*****

"I wanna have fun with you tonight but can we talk about something?" He said as he speeds down the highway slightly glancing at her "yes?" " don't get mad I don't wanna argue" "okay" "I heard you in the shower...." "singing?" She smiled "no be serious bae .... I guess you were using the shower head why you ain't call me in there?" Truth be told she was so sexually frustrated from him not being able to make her cum so she finished up herself because she didn't wanna have this conversation and more importantly she didn't wanna be disappointed again like not making her cum while having sex she kinda gets since they've been off ... but he couldn't even finger her she loves him dearly so she'll finish herself.

"I figured you were tired and I was still .... Feeling like I needed more so I just did something quick plus I wanted to go out I didn't wanna get something started and then we wouldn't leave"  "and you sure that's all?" "Yes I'm positive" "well next time call me in there baby I wanna help" "okay I didn't think it was the deep honestly" "you wasn't moaning for me like that but for the shower head...." she cuts him off

"Jayson I didn't know you could hear me I'm sorry" "bae I dont think you get it" "well help me too" "we're working on being a team right? Before I cheated you would've called me In the shower I know you would have and that's all I'm saying I know it's gonna take time to grow but I wanna call out the moments where it's clear we're not being a team anytime you wanna cum and I'm around I wanna help that's all" " okay baby I understand now I'm sorry" "it's okay I just wanted you to know these things so it won't become an issue" "okay" "I made a few calls so I hope you enjoy tonight" "I'm sure I will" he picks her hand up kissing it softly "I hope I didn't ruin your vibe" "no not at all Bae" "well we're almost there"

"And where are we going?" "Didn't I say it was surprise" she laughed "yeah you did" soon enough he parked and they were at this building that looked very modern she was excited. He got out the car coming over to let her out to.

"Am I dressed correctly?" "You look good"

He grabbed her hand walking her into the building to see a bunch of tables with food on them.... "Cooking lessons?" "Just a cooking class bae" "ooou this will be fun" she smiled as he pulled her in to meet the person leading the class and a few more couples walked in jayson and YN decided to stand in the back.

As the class went on one thing became unbelievably clear .... They were still a team. They were working completely in sync not having to say anything too much and their dish came out amazing. Being completely in sync in the kitchen made YN realize their sex wasn't bad she was just in her head about it and once she can let those walls down and be into her man like he's into her the sex will be good again.

"Hmmm lessons and then we get to eat? This was great" she kissed his lips "and we got to work together.... I think we did a great job" "we did" he pulled her close as they continued to eat.

"We gotta get to the next place Bae" "oh okay" they pack up and clean their station before getting back into the car "what made you think of cooking lessons?" "My mama said it would be something you enjoyed" "Brandy knows me well" "and she likes you" "did you ever tell her .... What happened?" "Yeah.... Especially when I didn't think you were coming back to me" "how did she react?" "She was disappointed because she raised me better than that and because she liked you so much and because she knows I love you"

"you love me?" She smiled "yeah I love you from the top of your head to your fat feet" "my feet are not fat😒" "mmmm okay Bae" "you're annoying you know that?" "Yes but you love me" "I do love you from the top of your head to your ugly feet" she laughed "you know I'm self conscious about my feet" Jayson said holding back his laughter "boy bye your feet look like you've been playing basketball all your life.... Cause you have" he pauses at the red light glancing at her kissing her again. "I'm glad we going in the right direction .... Cause Fr I do love you and I don't wanna lose you.... Ever" "well .... Let's make sure you don't bae"

[solaarbeeam]

ANIME GUYS WITH A TALL READER

MULTIFANDOM | FT. RENSUKE (BLLK), MIYA TWINS (HQ), KIRISHIMA & SERO (MHA)

(since this is technically a request from atlas, this'll be race non-specified, i'll make another version with black reader <3)

(this may ft. a part 2 with mostly bllk men so pspspsp atlas)

RENSUKE KUNIGAMI | BLLK

somebody please help this man bc how come he just doesn't care

this man really don't give a shit, he likes to be picked up like a fucking koala

even in the timeskip, even when y'all grew in height, he still managed to not give a fuck

niggas be teasing him for it too

"hey listen, if i get babied, i get babied" - rensule kunigami 2023

an overall sweetheart someone please take care of him for me pls

ask this man to be your step-stool he will do so

you often have to bend down to kiss him, which he doesn't mind, except for the fact that he has to get on his tippy toes to reach you even when you bend down

i'd like to mention that your like- aspen type height

all in all, we love this man

THE MIYA TWINS

LORD HELP THESE 2 ABSOLUTE LOSERS

but fr reality pls go and help them

they saw you for the first time and said "damn, thats a huge bitch"

now in atsumu's case

he's an absolute bitch about it

he acts like he hates it like the loser he is but he actually loves it

timeskip wise, even when y'all BOTH grew, he still happened to be smaller than you

and yk what that means

THE WHOLE MSBY TEAM BITCHES HIM ABT IT

"damn your s/o is taller than you? couldn't be me." - kiyoomi sakusa 2023

even meian got on it

he secretly loves it though, since let's be honest, the guy is the older twin, so he had to harbor responsibility for a lot of things as a kid and didn't have someone to quite literally lean on and pick him up when he needed it

you were safe to him

although you gotta admit, the comments did eventually get to you eventually

there was this lil tiktok goin around about you and your height for a while

had people defending you and people hating you

atsumu hadn't seen the thing since his P.R. team and Meian had literally banned this nigga from his phone so he had no idea what had happened

you were slouching and kneeling down, and atsumu noticed

lord behold the story he seen when he got his phone back

the way he literally went on live, with you in the background, driving around, and went off on the internet

this man was on instagram live callin everyone a hoe, whore, everything in the fucking book, you name it, he said it.

he loves you and your height, don't forget it

NOW, OSAMU

he's always been a "fomo" type person, so he really never gave a fuck

he just wants someone to cuddle him, bear hug him, and koala hug him after a long day

and lets be honest, he's into tall people

he really couldn't give a fuck

sunarin, atsumu, people like to make fun of him for it. as he is literally inbetween your thighs, resting, and scrolling on his phone in complete comfort as they do it

his fomo is real, and he loves you and thats all that matters to him

KIRISHIMA & SERO

LETS GET IT

kirishima is not for toxic masculinity and all that jazz

this man was raised by 2 moms, cmon now he was taught everything, and one thing he was taught by his second mom, was that tall people were always the best option

and goddamn is he thankful that his mama told him that

I MEAN LOOK AT YOU

YOU'RE TALL ENOUGH IT LOOKS LIKE YOU COULD BENCH PRESS HIM

and he finds it hot

piggyback rides 25/8, he likes to get them or will get on your shoulders and ride around if possible

he'll also give you massages

yes, the bakusquad makes fun of him for it, but last time he checked bakugou was 5'8 so there's no way he's talking

someone help this man he's infatuated with you existence

even as a prohero, this man is gonna brag abt you all day and all night

NOW SERO

similar situation with osamu, fomo is real, this man dont give a fuck

he'd rather you just sling him over your shoulder instead of walking everywhere

he even comes into class with him on your shoulder and just stays like that for the rest of the lesson, yes aizawa is tired but he dont care

as long and you can cuddle him and deal with his daddy issues + attachment issues, he had no problem with you being several inches taller than him

if you love him, you love him, and thats all that matters to him <3

copyrighted ayojordanstopscreaming 2023.

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Sigh…

• Die

• For whatever reason but sure🫤

• Why do we need to help Uma and Alex fix their problems? DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE???

• The way Daphne just let go so easily of the fact that Uma tried to make moves on Raf. She’s too nice omg girl we needa get you outta here before these people ruin you😭😭😭

• Y’all I could not go through this post without acknowledging this swimsuit it’s sooooooo good.

• Yeah ummmm Daph, even if I wanted to revenge flirt to make Bryson jealous literally none of these other people tickle my fancy in the slightest bit so that was never even in consideration.

• Get a load of this guy😂😂😂😂😂

• Oh wait never mind Travis is a part of the Willow Hate Club, he’s cool now🤩

• Yes, working out with Bryson instead of just speaking to him is gonna help the current issue…

• Aw even Raf is a #Tyson stan…well he’s also literally in love with Tanya but that’s besides the point!

• I’m crying they all fucking hate Willow girlllll get yo ass outta here💀💀💀

• Ok Raf’s advice at least makes more sense for Bryson but once again what am I getting advice for when I literally just have to talk to him??? That’s that damn cash grab shit we be talking about chile.

• No, I really don’t think you know how annoying this is babe🫤🫤🫤

• Mmmm I hardly believe that but sure I guess I’ll go with it!

• Aw they made up, how sweet😍 (They’re literally gonna fight again next week)

• Oh girl PLEASE

• The apology being her saying sorry like twice and then going on a whole tangent about why she still thinks her and Bryson are meant to be…someone give me the number to the nearest psych ward I’m not kidding.

• Finally after 2 centuries Bryson wants to talk.

• Oh we are so back yassss!

• I'm glad Bryson knows how lucky he is🥰🥰🥰

• Why I forget that we were coupled up with Vicky LMAOOOOOO sorry girl.

• It's literally the middle of the day and we're finna do a challenge...why are we getting dressed up??? Anyways outfit time!

• Fusebox I gotta hand it to y'all. 90% of the looks this season have been eating.

• Yasss bae is starting to act like a real man!

• Vicky I'm so sorry to leave you with that demon but I gotta put me first sis.

• What???????????

• Bryson don't be saying freaky shit like that to me like I won't pull them pants down right now!

• That convo on the terrace was too cuuuuuute.

• Fusebox why can your AI not spell "biased" right? This is the second time it's been spelled wrong. What the fuck is "biassed"??? Bitch nobody has two asses, how can someone be "biassed"?????

• OH END THAT RAGGEDY BITCH!!!

• Outfit time again!

• Can I just say I love all of the Y2K influences I'm seeing in a lot of the clothes this year ugggghhh they know me so well.

• They be coming up with anything😭

• Everyone trying hard to look like the perfect couple and then there's just us doing a marriage proposal with a pretzel...literally goals.

• These niggas are a literal cult I'm so dead😭😭😭

• This whole boytime bedtime sequence was so stupid and honestly I'm glad this season is bringing back just pure unserious moments like this.

• If you know me then you already KNOW what option I chose😈

• Oh boo I thought clocking his tea would get more of a reaction than that. I guess they gotta save the drama for the "big reveal" at the last recoupling🙄🙄🙄

• Oh brother...

• Yes, please end my suffering!

[m3rkur3]

i think this article has a lot of important things to say but does a bad job of saying them

I think something I find very weird about this article is the fact that its titled the way it is. like why is AJN in the title? It’s clickbaity and a little unprofessional. And I don’t even disagree with 99% of what it’s saying, the likelihood that 90% of the story is true is quite high. However, there are so few sources that can actually be traced back. There’s some very unneeded speculation. Alexander J Newall being targeted only in the title with nothing in the article really blaming him for anything is just weird. he's the ceo, yes, but you have placed your (named) blame within the article almost entirely on this one callum dougherty.

The fact that it was retweeted by a former TMA voice actor is pretty compelling. And the fact that former people who worked with Rusty Quill whether as volunteers or staff can attest to their poor communication. And bad practices in general. I mean I pretty much do believe a lot of it. Just I find the lack of concrete evidence within the article and the lack of good journalistic practice to detract a lot from the message of the article.

Also names of characters in TMA as pseudonyms feels very unserious. When I reached the bit that was talking about Georgie and Melanie I was like come on please be for real. like this is serious business😭. also I’m seeing the author does a freelancing work with another podcasting company and it’s been argued that they were only freelancing so it’s not that big of a deal. But I don’t know I don’t like that.

Either way the people we really need to think about other people affected by rqs bad practices. I think it really is just incompetence. But they could really really really do better. Also the fact of the author is blocking anyone with any criticism on Twitter??? I don’t think that proves anything other than that they do not know how to make their article look good. That coupled with the weird journalistic choices and the caption they put on their Twitter ("make your statement face your fear" LMFAO?! how unnecessary! again, be serious!) it really does make them look less credible even though in reality the article has legs.

at the end of the day i think it just needed more time. i get the point of releasing this as soon as possible to give fans much needed info on what their fav company is doing in the midst of their kickstarter (lmfao idk i find that quite funny) just… it wasn't done very well or with much thought as to how to actually deal with people who disagree. and by “well” i mean you cannot release an article full of unverifiable info with your (admittedly not TOO damning) background and not one first hand verifiable quote and expect no “hmmm…”s. cuz the author is out here blocking people lmfao. not for disagreeing with the points in the article but for saying “hey i'm not sure you have put much thought into how you wrote this!”

i also think it's very annoying the way people are in the comments of podcasters working under rusty quill talking about the article saying "but u can't say other people didn't experience this!!!' they're not saying that brother. they're responding directly to the “podcasters under rq won't say anything bc theyre not allowed!!!!!” portion of it which i would respond to, too, like don't be silly. like fuck u niggas no one can fucking gag me dont say that😭. again again again… i am very very VERY inclined to believe almost everything in said article. i just find its release into the world and its writing to be a little… subpar. better than nothing i guess. tho is it? people have literally been saying everything here about rq for a while. save the suing and contract stuff i think and even then, you cannot bring up something as serious as SUING and not elaborate lmao! good concept bad execution imo. anywaysssss

I don’t know I just feel like it’s a little bit juvenile for what it’s meant to be and what I think it’s meant to be is an important expose which actually says important things but does it weakly.

TLDR; this article has a lot of important things to say about rusty quill's bad practices but it does it in ways that are very unprofessional. Speculation and the clickbaity title and the lack of concrete sources and twitter caption and the author whose freelance work may or may not be relevant to disclose in an article about their ex-clients competition and the substitution of anonymous names with characters from the Magnus archives. They all paint a picture of a very inexperienced writer whose work amounts mostly to an opinion piece. However I am inclined to believe the allegations made in said article for the reason that there have been a lot of people who previously worked with rusty quill saying the same thing. or mostly the same thing. I just think this article uncovered very little new information and something about it seems mean-spirited, almost as if it was for something that isn’t just the betterment of the affected peoples conditions. But that’s just speculation 😛and honestly just my feelings, not backed up by anything. For me this is more an exercise in analysing an article in general than it is analysing the situation at hand. I’m a writer at heart I’m sorry

[seeabout-afterdark09]

Fire & Desire

Fire & Desire

Drake (April 29, 2016)

This is a slow love song where Drake dedicates his devotion to a woman outside of his reach. When I first listened to Fire & Desire I was a bit taken aback because I didn't expect Drake to want to run back to Nicki so soon, but that's just the way love goes. When you're in love with someone you can't really control the intensity of your feelings. This song surprised me because at the time Views was being made, he had a fling with Serena Williams (2015) and started dating Rihanna (late 2015 - early 2016). Nicki was still on his mind while he was with someone else. Oh, what's that saying? Life is a flower of which love is honey.

"Dedicate, I dedicate the world/Yeah, oh/I dedicate, I dedicate." Brandy sings the intro, setting the mood and acknowledging the message of the song: everlasting dedication. "They throwin' dirt on my old name/Only gets worse when you know things/You don't see the perks of this whole thing/But you get real on a pill and I like it/You just like my sidekick, I just wanna ride, fulfill all your desires/Keep you in the front, never in the back and never on the side." In the beginning of the song Drake really opens up about one of his major fears during the beef with Meek and it's……Nicki. Nicki is scary because she knows a lot about Drake. She knows his biggest fears, his hopes, everything. She also has his heart. So to have her on his enemy's side only made things worse. But, even still Nicki doesn't know the effect she has on Drake nor does she see the perks of a potential arrangement between them in the way he'd like. Nicki was also still taking pills (Percocet) at the time. Through it all, Drake loves the real her. He wants to have her by his side because she's a "real ass woman" and he's tired of fighting himself over his feelings.

"Look, you know I'm a rider, nothin' left to hide/Your other nigga tired/Talk about you like you never leave his side/But I don't really buy it." You can hear the smile in Drake's voice as he raps these lines. He's feeling cocky because it's been solidified for him that his relationship with Nicki is "ride or die". Drake also doesn't believe that Nicki is as attached to Meek as she claims to be, complaining that this Omeeka (Meek + Nicki) business is tired and she needs to find a way back to him. "Me? I'm movin' quiet, all the things we're tryin'/Let's just keep it private (Don't say anything)/Tell me should I cut these other girls right out of my life?/'Cause we never decided, tell me how you feel inside." He let's it be known that he's been trying to get in contact with Nicki, but he's moving quietly to keep from pushing her away. Then Drake vaguely mentions a deal between the two of them that was never made official. I'm thinking…..a deal made in 2014. So because the deal was never official, Drake kept seeing other women. But, now he's willing to cut them off if Nicki will just let him in (which is a crazy thing to say considering he had a girlfriend, but I digress). "Yeah-yeah, I figure out you, you figure out me/We both a different breed/I'm followin' your lead, I ask you what you need/You say, "A guarantee"/I mean, you say that like it's easy." One thing I've learned from dissecting these songs is that they always come full circle. Remember Nicki's song I Lied? "Gotta protect me, you gotta sweat me/You said you thought you was ready and I said "Let's see"." Drake has been trying to convince Nicki, but she's still uneasy about it. "You never believe me/Told you I got Zs for these other girls sleepin' on 'em/Girl, I'm sleepy/Sometimes I'm so indecisive." In this last bar Drake owns up to his indecisiveness but affirms that he couldn't care less about being with these women if Nicki would just give him a chance. If there is one thing he's certain about, it's that Nicki is a real ass woman he's in love with.

[stucknthemiddleff]

Moved 2.4

Be The One / dua lipa

~

Stuck N The Middle: Revelations

•July

Lani

Pulling up to the club in Zila's Porsche, some guys eyed us like they were going to break their necks as we exited the car. The valet took Zila's keys and I took her hand passing the long ass line to get in.

Security let us through quickly and I instantly felt the beat of the bass pumping through my chest coming from the club. Bodies packed the tight open area, the VIP had two spots open next to each other.

Spotting some jewelry shining even in the dim lighting, I already knew that was August tall ass. The whole group was over at the DJ booth, Cooper was up spinning tracks smiling down at everyone.

He was so silly, "What the hell is he doing?" I laughed looking at Zila.

"His fine ass always doing something." She responded making me turn my lips at her.

"Z, why don't you tell him you like him?" I asked her but she bumped my shoulder while we walked over to VIP.

"Yeah, I'll get Cooper when you decide to tell August you like his ass." She responded back as we took our seats in VIP.

Still feeling the effect of my grade A I shared with August, my ass was just on cloud nine.

Some bottle service girls came over with sparklers, one of them had a nice ass I had to admit.

"Look at ya, already on to ya next victim." August yelled over the music knocking me out my daze with two flute glasses in his hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I laughed at him taking the champagne he had for me. Taking a sip my mouth instantly felt more soothed.

"Sure your ass don't." August smirked at me, I smiled at him taking another sip.

"Thank you for my drink." I leaned back a little on the cherry red plush seats.

"Anytime LaLa." He replied with a small nod, I started blushing from his abrupt nickname he made for me.

Be cool Lani, chill.

Zila pinched my side obviously seeing August and I being cute.

"LaLa?" I asked him with a cheese, this nigga had my ass cheesing, caught me off guard. Swear I couldn't stand him.

"Ya," He shrugged, "That's my name for ya so don't act you don't like it, cuz I could care less."

"Whatever August." I shook my head at him, seeing the rest of the group coming to fill in the VIP that was ours.

I honestly couldn't stand pet names, but August got a pass.

Sheila came and sat on the other side of the VIP with a stank look at me and a glass in her hand.

"Need to tell ya side chick to stop eyeing me like that before I snatch her ass up." I yelled loud enough for her to hear, August snickered a bit taking a long sip of his flute, knowing drama was about to unfold.

"Bitch what you-"

"Ay, don't fuckin' start, came here to unwind not the other way around." August warned her before I clocked her in her damn mouth.

Like bitch? Bitch you just appeared out of nowhere, no one even knows her ass like that.

"August you just going to let her call me out my name?" She complained, and I could tell August was getting annoyed by her already.

"Can you stop, you blowing my damn vibe Sheila like seriously, we just chilling." He told her, in a last time type of warning.

She remained quiet sipping from her glass.

Yes Stank Sheila, stay in ya fuckin' place boo.

"Turn the fuck up, shot out to the VIP, my mafuckas over there!" Cooper spoke in the microphone stopping music briefly.

"Hell yeah!" Calen yelled, his shirt off. That nigga has to be drinking acting like that.

I looked at Dana who was laughing, probably at what his friends was saying about his crazy ass.

I applaud her for taking a chance with him, I wanted to do the same with August.

But it was just that fear that he wouldn't take me seriously and probably laugh it off.

"Pour up, pour up!" Calen walked down VIP with a champagne bottle pouring everyone some more in their glass.

Well I was right about my assumptions, hopefully Dana could handle a drunk and high Calen.

Lord knows in the past Calen always end up trying to fight someone.

I had to admit he was a lot nicer tonight then he had been last time everyone hung together. I don't know what Dana had done to his ass be he definitely was different.

"Thank you Calen." Zila told him as he walked back down to the other end of VIP.

This Ace of Spades had me on something for real the more I sipped, Zila grabbed my hand she started to stand up.

"Come dance with me baby." She asked making me stand up, leading the way to the dance floor. We went to the middle and started dancing on each other.

The liq on top of the fact that Cooper spun a track by Wiz Khalifa called Something New, I let myself rock to the beat against Zila.

You would've thought we were together how we were grinding against each other. Swaying my hips on Zila, I looked up at VIP to see August arm across Sheila shoulders.

She was running her mouth but it didn't even look like August was listening, what shocked me was he had his sunglasses off.

His low eyes were straight in my direction making my heart stop I looked away.

Maybe I was tripping and was seeing shit, but the song didn't help either. It kinda made me think of August, I wanted to make him mine so bad, but it was cool.

When the song ended I was hot as fuck and kind of bothered, whatever was in this Ace of Spades had some type of tequila vibe I needed to sit my ass down.

But first seriously needed to pee.

"I'm going to the bathroom real quick, coming?" I yelled to Zila and she nodded taking my hand again. While Z waited outside the door I went and handled my business.

Getting to the bathroom, I went into the stall taking my time. Wiping myself good, I flushed exiting out to wash my hands, and check my makeup.

"Listen little girl, imma need you to stay away from my man. I seen the way you looking at him, puta." Sheila walked up out of nowhere.

This bitch stalking me now?

"Girl bye, August isn't yours he got your ass in line just like the rest of the girls he mess with, so get the fuck out of here with that shit, your ol' stupid ass." I clapped turning towards her.

If I wasn't trying to be classy I would fuck her ass up in this bathroom but I wasn't in the mood.

"The hell going on girl, let's go-"

"Zila, please tell this bitch I will stomp her if she don't get the hell out my face!" I yelled, Zila huffed looking over at Sheila.

"Bitch what you think-"

"Don't step any closer to her, crazy bitch." Zila grabbed Sheila from the back of her hair putting her in a headlock.

Oh shit, I ain't tell her to do all that.

"Ow, let me go!" Shelia shouted while other girls came into the bathroom suddenly, they started laughing.

"Sure." Zila smiled and pushed Sheila hard as fuck towards the exit door. She stumbled in her heels holding the back of her head.

"This shit isn't over!" She yelled, while Zila and I just waved at her with big ass smiles.

"Bye." We waved in unison as she walked off.

"Damn, you ain't even told him how you felt yet and already got bitches coming after you." Zila smiled at me and I shook my head.

"Sheila probably going to say something to him, I don't know why she tried me like that." I groaned walking out the bathroom.

"Because you and August have a friendship Lani, even I can see it. Y'all cute." She told me rubbing the side of my shoulder.

"I don't know." I sighed, and we made our way back to the VIP, and right off the bat I could see August and Sheila arguing.

Great.

"What the fuck you talking about!? I'm done with your shit for real!?" August yelled as everyone decided it was time to go, that's just how loud August and Sheila were going back and forth.

"Yeah, it's time to go, almost midnight and Sheila has ruined the vibe." Zila spoke, seeing Cari come up towards us while we exited the club.

"What the fuck is up with them?" Cari asked holding Bryson hand behind her.

"That bitch started with me in the damn bathroom and Zila attacked her ass." I laughed.

Cari held an open mouth looking over at Dana, who had a hand full with a drunk and high Calen.

"Come on Calen I'm going to drive give me the damn keys." Dana groaned holding him up with his arm over her shoulders.

"Nah, I'm driving, you don't know how to drive a Lamborghini baby." He slurred with his laugh.

"Oh my gosh, Dana and Calen?" Zila asked in shock and Cari nodded alongside me.

Zila smacked her lips as we walked outside, "Why I had to be the last to know?"

"Believe me I just found out earlier tonite when Dana told me." I told Zila, we walked to her car hearing someone call from behind.

"Hey Zila can I ride with you, I'm not going home with her ass tonight. Make me wanna put my hands on her ass." He asked Zila, she nodded.

"August!" Sheila yelled standing in front of the club while I got in Zila porsche, glad I wouldn't have to see her ass for the rest of the night.

August got in the backseat ignoring anything she yelled as we eventually sped off, I felt kind of happy he didn't leave with her I couldn't lie.

Dana drove off in Calen Lamb, Cari got in her car with Bryson and Cooper. Zila followed behind him, her phone rang and she asked me to answer. It was Cari.

"Hey, sup girl?" I asked looking out my window into the night.

"No one really wants to have the night end so soon since most of us going back to the states either in a day or so, y'all wanna go back to the estate?" She asked since I put her on speakerphone.

"I'm down, what about y'all?" Zila asked August and I.

"It's fine with me." I shrugged, turning back to look at August he had nodded off looking so adorable, "August sleep."

"Well wake his ass up, ain't no time for sleeping." Cari spoke with a laugh and then she hung up.

"Oh my gosh she so crazy." I shook my head.

"Aww, Lani your boo back there sleep." Zila teased me and I rolled my eyes.

"Zila hush, he not my boo." I sighed.

"You want him to be though." She continued at me.

"Z, stop it." I laughed looking to see we had made it back to the estate.

Parking her car Zila got out, "Imma leave you two love birds alone."

Mugging her I watched for a few seconds as she walked away before walking around the car opening August door.

Leaning against the door, I bent down to shake his warm shoulder a bit, stirring in his sleep he opened his low eyes looking up at me.

Why is he so damn sexy?

"We back already LaLa?" He asked me, my stomach got butterflies automatically.

"Yeah sleepy." I told him leaning back up.

"Okay." He stretched a bit before stepping out the car, his tall ass stood over me closing the door back.

"You good?" I asked looking up at him.

"Yeah," He nodded, "I'm sorry about that shit at the club, killed everyone vibe."

"It's not your fault she was just being jealous

for no reason." I shrugged.

"For no reason huh?" He asked with a smirk looking down at me, clipping his sunglasses in the unbuttoned top of his shirt.

"Yeah." I shrugged again looking away from him, I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Hmm, so you don't have a crush on me?" He asked boldly.

"Um, what?" I asked him, my face started getting hot, and my palms were getting sweaty.

Shit I knew Sheila was going to say something.

"Um, what?" He mocked me leaning up against Zila's porsche, "Your ass heard what I said."

"No we just friends, come on everyone meeting on the patio in the back." I told him, grabbing his hand so we could stop talking about this.

But August gripped my hand stopping me from trying to run away.

"Na, I'm not worried about everyone right now. Answer me honestly Lani."

"Even if I did have a crush on you August, so what, you have women for days lined up. I'm not about to be added to that shit." I told him, looking up into his eyes, he turned his lips to the side.

"You really think I would treat you like that?" He asked me more lowly, "I've known you since we were in kindergarten."

"That don't mean shit, you just now gave me a nickname after all this time." I reminded him, taking my hand out of his.

August smiled down at me placing his hands in his front jean pockets.

"So you been waiting on that nickname huh?" He asked and I rolled my eyes at him.

"No, I-"

"That's been my nickname for you all along, but I know you don't like that shit so I never called you it," He explained.

"Out loud that is."

"August..." I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck softly my heart felt like it was about to explode out my chest.

Grabbing me by my hand he pulled me closer again, "Lani."

"Can we not do this right now?" I asked him, looking down at my feet, feeling myself turning red as a tomato.

"Alright, fine. When you ready to talk about it." He let me go and began walking away.

"Really, just let it go that easily?" I laughed walking behind him as we made our way to the patio in the back.

"I'm letting it go." He spoke, I smiled knowing he was still curious," Saw how you was looking at me in the club."

"I was not looking at your ass you was looking at me." I laughed feeling myself blushing.

"Only way you could see me looking if you was," He laughed, "But it's cool, stay in denial."

I smiled at his playful words, knowing he wanted to talk about it but glad he wouldn't get into it too deep.

We came to the patio, seeing that everyone was sitting around the little fire that was on the sand.

I looked towards the open doors where the kitchen was to see Calen sitting on the counter while Dana was making him drink from a water bottle.

One thing I do remember is Calen being terrible at holding his liquor, it costed him his friendship with August four years ago.

So much time had passed since then, I was glad everyone was back in good graces with each other.

As August and I made our way towards the group on the sand, we took our seats across the circle from each other.

Every now and then August would squint at me and look away.

Blushing I tried to ignore him and realized that Zila was sitting in Cooper lap making out with him.

"Oh wow." I mumbled, looking over at Cari.

"I know right?" She mouthed towards me with her hand covering her mouth laughing. Bryson mushed her head into his neck playfully.

"Bae." She complained poking him and they started laughing playing with each other.

"The twins decided to go home?" Cooper asked, making Cari and Zila laugh.

"Ya since the girl they was trying to get at sitting on ya lap bruh." August told him.

Cooper raised his eyebrows with a clueless look, Zila snickered tucking her face in his neck.

Dana came eventually with Calen to the circle and they sat close to each other talking.

"Y'all know all y'all boo'd the fuck up huh?" August commented making me giggle at his salty ass.

"Don't start nigga, yo ass already killed the vibe in the club." Calen spoke making Cooper chime in.

"Hell yeah," He muttered but Zila started kissing him again.

They were cute, I shook my head looking back over at August who was shaking his head.

"Don't be mad just cuz your so called boo was crazy August." Cari laughed and he put his chin in his hand with a bored look.

"August." We all looked up to see Sheila standing there looking over at him.

"What the fuck?" Calen, Bryson and Cooper all said at the same time.

She's starting to scare me.

"This bitch done came back for another ass whooping." Zila laughed snuggling Cooper.

"Bitch what you say to me?" Sheila asked beginning to walk towards her.

I began to stand while Cooper held Zila tighter knowing her ass would get up too.

But August stood walking towards her, "Sheila just leave for real no one wants your negativity energy alright?"

"You don't want to talk at least?" She asked looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Shaking my head I sat comfortably back in my seat.

So pathetic.

"He don't want your ass just go." Zila crazy ass yelled, and Cari busted out laughing.

"You can shut the fuck up Zilaphone!" Sheila yelled standing around August to glare at her.

Zila laughed a bit looking at her with the most sweetest smile.

"Cooper let me up so I can lay this bitch in her grave for fuckin' good." She told him sweetly.

"Na." He told her, tightening his grip on her.

All the while I just leaned my head on my hand ready for this drama shit to be over.

"Sheila, leave now." August told her, "It's done between us alright I can't deal with you no more."

"You don't mean that August!" She yelled and he turned his head shaking it.

"I don't? Okay let me show you." He muttered down at her, backing away she watched just like everyone else as he walked towards me.

Oh, God.

Taking my hand he had me stand up. In awe he sat in my chair, and pulled me down on his lap.

It was like a dream, feeling his warm hand grab my chin and press his lips to mine. I immediately became wet as fuck, it took me off guard.

It wasn't just like a kiss on the lips, but it was a kiss of determination, so gentle and patient.

I melted in his arms kissing him back as he slipped his tongue in my mouth tasting like......pineapples?

So that's how he taste.

"August!" Sheila yelled, I barely heard in a daze.

"Alright that's it, Bryson, Cooper can y'all escort Sheila off my damn estate?" Calen shouted, and I knew once he got involved that was the end of the drama.

"Let's go!" I heard the guys yell probably taking Sheila away, all the while August and I were still going at it.

He bit my lip slowly sending me over the edge, I sucked his tongue with ease making him chuckle lowly.

"Awwwww!" I heard Cari and Zila yell in unison, I pulled my lips away from his, coming back to reality.

Our first kiss, was a kiss used to make a damn senseless ass point, not because he liked me.

August looked at me in my eyes with a different edge to them, I patted his hands for him to let me up and he did.

Standing up I went and sat in a chair next to him, shaking my head.

"Careful with the jealousy kiss nigga, it will have you doing shit you didn't think you would." Calen spoke.

Dana probably the only one knowing what he was talking about because she started laughing at him.

"Lani, can you come walk with me?" August asked me lowly leaning over, once everyone had settled down a bit.

"Yeah, alright." I nodded standing up after he did.

"I'm sorry I used you like that." He sighed while we walked a ways from the group, "Ya not mad at me are you?"

"Hell yeah I'm mad at you." I huffed looking out at the ocean as he walked beside me, "You don't even like me like that."

"Hey, why you gotta act like you know everything about me all the damn time?" He asked stopping me, kicking sand by standing in front of me.

"August you can't stand here in front of me and tell me you like me like that." I muttered, getting annoyed now.

Last thing I needed was him lying to me and to himself.

"Of course I like you, I wouldn't have done that with any other girl, shit I don't even be kissing on girls like that no way." He told me, but he could've just been saying that shit.

"How I know you not lying so we stay on good terms?" I asked him, looking away.

"Lani I like you." He told me, but it didn't feel good enough. August stared down at me as I continued to look away.

"What? That's not good enough for ya?" He asked, I shrugged not wanting this conversation to be like this, I expected it to be different.

Wanting a do over on this night, I couldn't change how everything happened, my attraction had gotten the best of me and people peeped it.

Everyone except August.

"You probably wouldn't have even done that if you hadn't suspected that I liked you more than a friend." I spoke the obvious, waiting for what clever thing he was going to say now.

"Lani..." He sighed.

"Just admit it ok." I sighed, "It will save us both regrets, at least now I know, no hard feelings. Nothing awkward between us ok?"

"But-"

"Ok??" I continued cutting him off. Scratching the side of his head he shrugged at me.

"Ok." Was all he said, and I started walking back to the group with him in tow.

All the chairs were empty by the fire that had been put out, I wondered where everyone was. Digging my phone out my pocket I had a text from Zila.

Z💜: went to the movie room to chill. (12:50AM, Mon, July 5)

"You coming inside or you about to head out?" I asked August placing my phone back in my pocket as he continued following me up the patio.

"Ain't shit for me to do at home, unless you want me to leave." He blinked down at me.

"Why would I want that, I'm not mad at you." I shook my head at him going inside the house, honestly I was frustrated that he had this effect over me.

"Seem like it." He muttered softly, but I ignored him trying to start an argument.

"So annoying." I spoke to myself, crossing my arms over my torso.

"What?" He asked grabbing my arm, stopping me. I took a deep sigh looking up at his sexy ass.

"Can we just pretend that kiss didn't happen please." I groaned, wanting to push him up against a wall and....fuck, among other things.

"Sorry, but not sorry, I can't." He shrugged looking down at me.

"Whatever August, you didn't feel anything." I blurted continuing to walk away from him.

"How the fuck you know what I feel and don't feel?" He asked me but I just ignored him.

Didn't know you still felt anything at all honestly August.

In silence August continued to follow me until I came to the stairs that led down to the basement where the movie room was.

On the big screen played fifty shades of grey darker, and I shook my head at these freaky love birds playing this damn movie.

Zila and Cooper sat in the upper left hand corner we saw them first, Dana sat with Calen down in the left corner.

It was at a love scene once August and I came in, walking down the stairs.

Oh, if only August had me in that position.

"Y'all in this bitch watching porno?" August asked making me chuckle at his clueless ass.

"Nah bruh." Cooper answered snuggled up with Zila, "It's a movie."

I walked all the way to the end in the right corner where Cari and Bryson sat, getting a poke from her in my side.

"What happened?" Cari lowly asked me and I shrugged.

"Nothing." I answered plainly, then I felt a nudge on the back of my head.

Turning around I saw August tall ass standing over me.

"Come to the back with me." He asked, I looked over at Cari who gave me a smile leaning her head into Bryson's shoulder.

"Why?" I asked in confusion looking back up at him.

"Just come on Lani, damn." He huffed, and I contemplated, but he wasn't going to leave me alone so I just went.

Standing up I walked up the stairs to the secluded left corner, sitting by August crossing my arms over my chest.

Raising the arm rest that kept us separated, he uncrossed my arms and leaned his upper body with his back to me on my chest.

Confused I let him grab my left arm and lay it across the top of his chest.

"What are we doing August?" I asked, and he kissed my wrist softly.

Did he think I was his now? Because that wasn't the case.

"You being my pillow." He told me and I mushed his head only for him to lean up and turn his body towards me.

Grabbing my wrists he planted them above my head on my seat, I wriggled in his grip just in shock that he was doing this.

He leaned his face on my left tit biting my nipple piercing gently with a little firmness through my shirt.

The sensation went straight to my center, I gasped in shock.

"August-" I started to protest lowly but he put his warm lips on mine making me putty in his embrace again.

His lips so smooth and soft he kissed quickly biting my bottom lip, letting it go my mouth it did a pop.

Letting my hands go, he did a smirk on my lips.

Pulling away out the passionate kiss he kissed my cheek once, "I told you I like your ass, now act like a pillow before I kiss something more lower on your body. Start our own damn porno."

"You know what?" I sucked my teeth at him, he laid back in his previous position, wrapping my arms around him.

What the hell I started?

~

Dana

Leaning against the wall I took a deep breath, cringing from hearing Calen being sick from drinking too much.

The toilet flushed again and then I heard the water running at the sink. It all just brought back memories of how I was when he was gone.

Never did I realize how low his tolerance was for liquor, until now. It made since why he only smoked really and not drink.

"Dana?" He called out to me, I went for the doorknob opening the door.

In only his black ralph lauren boxers that barely were on his hips he smiled innocently at me, leaning over the sink.

"You okay?" I asked watching him squirting some toothpaste onto the blue and white bristles of his toothbrush. He nodded slowly closing his eyes as he scrubbed his tongue quickly.

"I'll be out in a minute." He mumbled through continuing brushing. Leaving out the doorway, I went and sat on his bed waiting. Picking up the TV remote off his nightstand, I clicked the tuner.

Everyone found somewhere to crash on the estate, I stayed with Calen just to make he was alright before I went to my guest room.

I definitely couldn't go to Cari's room, knowing what her and Bryson was up to for the rest of the night.

Turning on Golden Girls, I laid further on the bed resting my head on my hand when I heard the bathroom door open.

Calen walked past the front of the bed coming to lay beside me. He took a deep breath laying fully on his back.

My eyes quickly scanned his almost nude body while he breathed, and I honestly didn't like him pushing his limits like this. His left hand slithered its way to my chin, he rubbed softly.

"Hey." He lowly spoke having me look into his low eyes.

"Hey." I softly replied looking away from him.

Noticing my cool aura, Calen scooted closer to me on his bed, his lips touched the lower part of my jaw he was so close smelling like mint.

"Dae, what's wrong?" He asked me in concern, he gripped my hip.

"I don't like it went you push yourself like that." I told him, his lips made contact with my jaw gently.

"It's fourth of July Dana, I get fucked up from time to time." He defended himself with a confused tone.

"Yeah, ok." I muttered remembering how bad I was hooked on the alcohol.

"You shouldn't judge me, I mean you did the same thing at one point." He told me, I scoffed leaning up out his embrace on me.

I knew Cari would eventually tell him all that he put me through and how I had responded.

She just didn't want to see the shit again, and I didn't blame her.

"Yeah that wasn't a choice, I was fuckin' depressed because you were gone." I snapped at him, he leaned all the way on his back looking up at the ceiling, removing his hand from my hip.

"Wasn't my fuckin' fault your ex, threatened to kill me and my family." He replied with an emotionless expression, putting one hand behind his head.

"So it's my fault that I didn't know she was like that!? Fuck you Calen." I yelled getting up out his bed, he wasn't about to sit here and make me feel like the time lost between us was my fault.

Calen leaned up scooting to the edge of the bed so fast he grabbed my waist, "Let me go Calen."

"No." He replied sternly pulling me to sit on his lap but I fought, feeling the tears come, "Never."

I was so deeply addicted to him, I felt vulnerable when he brought up how sick I was with him being away.

But I didn't want him to see just how weak he made me, how much I felt like it was my fault that he had to leave me.

"You resent me don't you?" I sniffled with my question. It would explain him pushing his limits tonite.

"Dana, would I have agreed to move with you to Miami if I did baby?" He asked softly finally getting me to sit on his lap.

Wiping my tears away he turned my head to look into his eyes, "Everyday you weren't near me, I was hurting just as much baby girl."

"I just don't want you to think that I'm obsessed with you, because I-"

"Dana, we're wearing each other's names on our necklaces, the feeling is mutual. I would kill over you." He spoke with a deep sincerity in his tone.

"Don't do that." I chuckled, his expression softened up a bit and he finally smiled at me.

"Then don't stop telling me you're obsessed with me, I love hearing that shit." He muttered kissing my lips softly.

"Ditto." I smiled on his lips, he squeezed me tightly.

"You may not see it, because you don't know how I was before I met you..I..." He sighed looking down at our hands intertwined.

"Talk to me," I pleaded. Needing for him to keep going.

"I'm not like how I used to be Dana, dating and shit that's not who I am, or was." He confessed looking in my eyes, then he looked away, "But you make me want to love and be here whenever you need me."

"How were you before?" I asked him curiously, his piercing stare connected with my eyes.

"Someone I never want you to meet." He replied lowly, taking a slow breath.

"I can't imagine you being like, what you're trying to say." I told him, he did a small smile looking up at me.

"The only reason I approached you at the bar is because Cooper asked me to, and I honestly didn't want to." He told me.

Whoa.

"Well I'm glad you did." I smiled at him, he kissed my cheek.

"Me too." He agreed, breathing slowly.

Him opening up to me, helped a lot, and I couldn't be more in love with him now.

"Thank you, for talking to me about this." I kissed the side of his head. He nodded squeezing me tightly.

"Sorry if I worried you with the drinking, I usually don't go all out like that." He apologized, kissing my neck softly snuggling me.

"Yeah, I know." I took a deep breath, "We really leaving tomorrow?"

"If you want," He huffed, "The only reason I had said it earlier because August was aggravating the fuck out of me."

"Did y'all talk it out?" I looked down at his hands, trailing the ink he had on them with my pinky finger.

"Yeah, we straight, especially now that he know you're mine." He told me, I smiled at how we had the acceptance of everyone in Calen's circle of our relationship.

"I didn't know how you wanted to tell everyone." I shrugged.

"Yeah, me either, that shit just happened on its own." He chuckled breathing deeply.

"Well, I guess I better get to my room." I spoke about to stand up out of his embrace but he still held me tightly.

"Everyone else is cuddled up right now in the house. Why can't we Dana?" He asked and I did a big sigh.

"You're supposed to be leading by example as the big brother to respect your parents house." I told him, he remained quiet but I knew he didn't agree.

"Cari hasn't seen Bryson in three days and Cooper is not going to deny anything that Zila tells him." He spoke of his siblings in a low blunt tone.

"I know we all grown Cae, but just for tonite with it being our last, let's just get some sleep." I tried persuading him.

"I won't touch you, unless you want it." He whispered, a smirk on his face.

"But I do want it, all the damn time now." I groaned in frustration, Calen just smiled biting his lip.

"I'm right here." He slowly rubbed up my back sending tingles all over my body.

"See that's why we can't." I summed it up, Calen shook his head.

"That's you having kinky thoughts about me."

"Calen." I pushed his shoulder in disbelief, he laughed.

"What?" He smirked innocently, rubbing down my neck on my hotspot, "Mines about you be nonstop."

Oh no.

"Yeah I'm getting up now." I grabbed his hand before we started something I didn't want to end.

"I seriously can't wait for us to get this damn condo in Miami." He spoke sounding irritated but let me go to stand up.

"We're seriously moving in together." I smiled, knowing if someone had of told me months ago that this would be happening I would probably punch them in the face.

"I can't believe the shit either, I'm seriously putting up my player card." Calen muttered making me step forward to mush his forehead.

But he grabbed my wrist with one hand quickly pulling me towards him gripping my hip with the other.

"You try and touch me again and you not leaving my bed baby." He told me with a serious look, letting me go.

"Oh, puh-lease Mr. Rodriguez." I muttered stepping away from him, his eyes lit up in hearing me say his name.

"That sounded sexy as shit coming from your mouth." He rubbed his bare stomach giving me a lustful stare, I automatically got hot by how he was looking at me.

"I'm leaving now." I laughed at him shaking my head.

"I would advise you to." He blinked looking at me with his legs spread, biting his bottom lip.

"That is not fair Calen." I squinted with a smile staring at him. He licked over his top lip with a grin.

"Come sit on top of me and it will be I promise." He spoke lowly leaning up a bit sizing his eyes up and down my body.

"What? So you can take off these?" I asked unzipping my shorts Calen's smile left and a stare of focus appeared.

Biting his bottom lip he sat up sizing me with a look of vulnerability, "Dana."

"What?" I asked batting my eyelashes at him, slipping one hand down in the front of my shorts.

"You got two seconds to go or imma..." He trailed off standing up and I dashed out his door closing it behind me.

His revenge on me was not going to be fun...at first.

~

Brushing my teeth, I went downstairs to see everyone and I mean everyone in the kitchen eating breakfast cooked by Cari of course.

Glad that I decided to change out of my pajamas into a big black t shirt and black skinny jeans with black socks I joined the feast my stomach growling.

"Hey babe, this for you." Cari winked after spotting me, she put a plate of food in front of me as I sat at an open seat of the kitchen island.

I smiled seeing she had everything I wanted on my plate, already knowing what I liked.

Looking across the kitchen, I saw August and Lani sitting with each other.

August stared down at Lani while she ate and I thought it was adorable.

He likes her.

"Hey babe." Calen spoke from behind putting his warm lips on my neck, giving me goosebumps.

"Hey, slept well?" I asked him, and he frowned a little at me.

Calen pushed his lips against my ear, softly whispering, "Na, I had to masturbate thinking about your wet-"

"Well what is this, a family feast in my kitchen?" Clay walked in the kitchen with Cassie on his arm.

Calen halted his words while I chuckled quietly, biting my lips not knowing what Clay and Cassie were about to say.

"Hey folks, an unintentional slumber party is all. We behaved ourselves." Cooper spoke up, getting a look at Zila of his lying.

"Well had I known I would've made breakfast." Cassie spoke getting a head shake from Cari.

"Got it handled ma." She smiled deeply, I chewed on her yummy sausages, seeing Cassie do a small nod.

"Ma, can I talk to you for a second?" Calen spoke up while everyone continued eating.

Kissing my cheek he walked with Cassie to another room, and I hoped he would go easy on her.

"So when do y'all go back to the states?" Zila asked drinking some orange juice out her glass.

"Probably in a day." Cari responded with a nod popping a piece of egg white in her mouth.

Instantly everyone heard yelling, making the kitchen silent. It was Calen and Cassie arguing, in Spanish, my heart dropped.

"Or TODAY." Cari mumbled.

August and Lani looked not surprised at all, Cari rolled her eyes leaning into Bryson's chest.

Cooper shook his head as Zila watched him on his phone, she had the same look as everyone else.

It's like I was the only one shocked in hearing the arguing, and that honestly scared me.

"Well that's cue for everyone to head out." Clay announced loudly, without a second thought the gang began to leave the kitchen.

~

Calen

"You are unbelievable you know that?" I scoffed at her and the unbothered look on her face.

"It's a good opportunity for her Calen," She shrugged, "You can always visit."

"I'm not going to be visiting mother," I smiled at her and she nodded, "I'm moving to Miami with her."

"You're what?!" She yelled, "Calen what about your company, you're-"

"I'll make the adjustments I have to, but you know mom, if you don't start showing you genuinely accept my relationship, I'll be making the adjustments of other things in my life too." I told her, walking off I had it up to here with this fucking island.

~

Lani

August walked me to my car after I waved bye to Zila one last time knowing I would see her soon.

Approaching my dark blue Benz, August smiled looking at my car and then at me.

"What you over there smiling about?" I asked him, he always did that it annoyed me a bit.

"Can't believe I've been overlooking you this whole time." He muttered watching me get in the drivers side, "Can I get a ride?"

Overlook?

"To your house right?" I asked squinting at him.

"What else you had in mind?" He asked with a smirk.

"Oh shut up." I muttered, August busted out laughing.

All since last night he's been teasing me since he knows I like his ass, I swear I'm starting to regret the shit, except when he smiles.

Its so fuckin' annoying.

"But na fa real, I want to talk to you." He told me, I shook my head gesturing for him to get in.

Jogging to the passenger seat he got in, I push started my ignition.

My Kendrick Lamar CD boomed the speakers playing halfway through LOYALTY where I had left it before exiting my car yesterday.

Turning the stereo down, my thoughts roamed as the song mirrored what I wanted from August and probably would never get.

"So we just going to ignore last nite?" He asked, I could hear the smile in his words.

"What are you talking about?" I asked in confusion, cuz I was really confused we didn't do shit last nite but sleep.

Eventually through the night, August found a way to cuddle my little ass, because when I woke up with my cheek pressed to his chest I freaked out at first.

"That we have something between us." He boldly spoke making me scoff.

"No we don't shut up." I sighed speeding down the dirt road towards the Hernandez estate.

"So you don't want to be with me?" He asked lowly, getting a little more serious.

"August your definition of being with someone and my definition, are completely different I'm sure of it." I blinked at the road in front of me.

"Hmm. You don't think I'm capable of being in a relationship?" He asked me, I sighed knowing this fuckin' conversation was about to take a turn.

Because I was not about to sugar coat shit for him, he knew me too well for that.

"Nope." I replied having my lip pop at the end of the word.

"Why?, I seem that fuckin' heartless Lani?" He asked more aggressively, turning towards me in his seat.

"August you fuck who you want, you do you. Shit I'm just being honest." I shrugged briefly looking over at him.

Taking a blunt out his front shirt pocket he lit it, blowing smoke. The fragrance of the loud calmed me a bit and I knew I had hit a sensitive chord with August.

"If it's like that, I dont understand why you stupid enough to like my ass, let alone let me kiss you twice." He muttered, filling me with anger.

I spoke on his flaws with not letting people get close to him, so now he tried to flip it like I was the one with the problem.

Typical, heartless August.

Pushing hard on my breaks once we made it to the outer gates of the estate, he looked at me like I was crazy as I put my car in park.

"I'm only going to say this once," I seethed pinching my pointer finger and thumb together at him, "I've adored you all these years. Before and after that bitch Nyah cracked you into a million pieces. But you know what August, this stupid woman is going back to Miami in two hours and you won't have to worry about me caring about your selfish, arrogant ass!" I yelled at him.

Looking defeated he stared away from me, "Lani, listen."

"Get the hell out of my car August I have to go finish packing!" I snarled at him.

"But-"

"Out!" I grumbled with a squint at him and he huffed opening his door stepping out my car.

Once he closed the door I shifted my gears and sped off, feeling the warm tears slowly stream down my face.

Some way to end the summer.

~

Dana

"I think thats everything." Cari mumbled as we exited her room with our belongings packed, ready to be loaded in the waiting van downstairs.

"Y'all got everything?" Cooper asked looking up at as we came down the grand staircase for a final time.

"Yep." Cari replied once we made it down the last step.

Bryson already was outside waiting along with Calen who had been salty the rest of the morning and afternoon once he had his discussion with Cassie.

She stood outside with Clay by the doorstep, silent. Cari gave her parents a side hug continuing to walk to the car.

"Love you mia," Clay kissed her cheek, "Dana it was nice meeting you, please visit anytime and goodluck in Miami."

"Thank you Clay, Cassie take care." I nodded towards them as she gave me a quick smile. I took a huge huff getting in the van next to Cari and Bryson.

With that we were off towards the airstrip. Coming to the jet, I smiled at all the memories I had made on the island because of Calen.

"Hey everyone, let's take a picture just for a reminder." Cari smiled with her phone in hand. She took numerous pictures of everyone.

"Glad to get the hell back to the U.S. for real." Cooper mumbled.

"You ain't lying Coop." Calen muttered from the front seat, I saw he clenched his jaw. Cassie must have really pissed him off.

We came to the jet seeing that Calen's men were waiting for us, we all exited the van and headed towards the jet.

Following behind Calen I walked up the stairs to see Lani was sitting in the back with Zila, they waved at us.

Cooper made his way to the back of the jet where Lani and Zila sat.

"Hey." Cari spoke placing her book bag down she snuggled against Bryson once they sat.

Calen made sure I was settled before he walked back to the door opening of the jet.

The surprised look on his face made me wonder who he was talking to through the doorway, "Alright come on man."

Backing up and walking back towards me Calen gave me a look, and I saw August walk inside the jet with a book bag on his shoulder.

"Well look whose deciding to leave the island after four years." Cooper yelled, he stuck his middle finger up making Cooper laugh.

August sat in the front of the jet, Calen came and sat up under me leaning his head in my lap.

I looked back towards Lani who had a peculiar look on her face.

Surprised?

~

¥Later That Evening¥

After dropping the gang off in Miami, we continued back to Atlanta, and I could not be more happy to be back to start packing.

Cari had Bryson helping her with stuff while I worked on my room for now.

"Babe, before we start moving for real, I gotta take care of the relocation of my offices." Calen talked to me as I started going though junk in my room that I wasn't bringing with me.

"Okay, how long do you think it's going to take?" I asked him, halting my sorting.

"Two months at the most." He told me with a hesitating smile on his lips.

"Calen two months?" I asked, "What am I going to do for two months?"

"Hell, I don't know. Look for a damn condo for us to live in." He shrugged laying back on my headboard.

Lifting his shirt he pulled his glock out his waistband, placing it on my bedside dresser.

Even though Calen has eyes and ears all over Atlanta in case someone decided to fuck with us, he didn't want to let his guard down.

As much as I was against it, I couldn't stop him from being paranoid, it made me wonder what the hell Erin did to him when she kidnapped him.

It made me cringe just trying to think about it, he never will tell me even when I try to ask.

"That isn't going to take two months." I squinted at him, he shrugged again poking his lips out a bit.

"Dae, I don't know what you want me to tell you. You know I got you already with finances until you start your job." He told me raising his eyebrows.

"Calen I don't want your money." I pouted, thinking I was going to start working again at least in a few weeks.

"You ain't got no choice cuz, when we get married, you going to be having it regardless." He blinked at my pout unfazed.

This nigga already talking about us getting married.

Even though we had been together four months, it did in some way feel like longer than that.

Regardless we still had a lot to do before marriage came, Calen in love ass is just ready to jump in with both feet.

"I ain't ready to marry you." I huffed at him, he smiled at me licking over his lips.

That conniving smile appeared on his lips, making my juices start to flow without a choice.

"Oh really?" He asked sliding up off my bed walking towards me in a slow pace, he slipped out his all black timbs.

"Calen, no I have to sort through this shit." I warned him but he still came towards me.

"Nah, ya ass just said you won't have nothing to do for two months, looking at this junky ass room that you have created." He muttered looking around, "It should take you the whole two months to sort through this shit." He spoke pushing me up against my closet door.

"Cae." I groaned softly as he gently grabbed my chin turning my head to the side he kissed my hotspot.

"Still don't want to marry me?" He asked, and I huffed closing my eyes as he licked up and down my neck.

"No." I laughed at his crazy ass, I opened my eyes to see him smirking at me turning my face back towards his.

"Guess I'm going to have to change that answer if we moving in together." He deeply replied kissing my lips slowly, he tasted so good.

Then he just walked away, knowing I wanted him to finish.

Revenge time, shit.

"Calen stop playing." I groaned, it annoyed me how fast he made me not want it, then want it and beg for it.

"Huh?" He turned around innocently trailing his eyes up and down my body.

"You are so fuckin' annoying." I grumbled as he stood there with with arms crossed over his chest, smiling evilly.

"Come here." I meekly spoke at him, forgetting completely about what I was doing.

"Why? You don't wanna marry me remember, that mean you don't want me." He shrugged teasing me, a glimmer in his eyes at me.

"Baby, I do one day, but not tonight." I spoke biting my lip looking down at my pants playing with the button, "But I do need you right now."

"Dana, don't you dare." He told me his brown eyes watching as I touched myself through my pants.

Before I could move my hands another inch he was all over me. His warm mouth captured mine as his hands went to work.

They found the button of my pants, undoing it, he tugged my pants south slowly bending down, pulling away from our kiss. I gripped the top of his head as he pulled my pants all the way off my legs.

Going for my panties next he kissed the bottom of my stomach. Quickly he pulled my panties down I could've swore I heard a rip of the two hundred dollar lingerie I had on, that he bought.

"Calen, those were-" I moaned feeling the tip of his tongue slither in my folds flicking my clit. I gripped the top of his head tighter.

"Told you every time I catch you wearing them, I'm ripping them the fuck up." He muttered darkly, continuing his attack on my pearl.

"Cae." I moaned as he lifted me by my thighs up against the door spreading my legs, "Fuck."

Holding on to his head, he had me pinned up against the door, diving his tongue in and out of me.

"Shit so fuckin sweet." He purred, I became more warm by his words, "You're mine right?"

"Yea." I breathed lowly and he stuck a finger inside me, I did a deep gasp feeling him curve his finger against my spot, "Shit."

I looked down to see I was at least four or five feet up off the ground, his arm holding my weight while the other enhanced the pleasure he put on me.

"Louder, tell me that shit." He commanded stroking his finger inside and out.

"I'm yours, I want to marry you Calen." I cried out feeling he added another finger while he licked my clit in zigzag.

"Very soon baby." He kissed my clit with his juicy lips sending me over the edge.

"Oh fuck Calen." I whimpered breathless, I came all over his mouth. He licked up every drop of my essence before sliding me down his body.

My legs weak, I looked up at him knowing my face was flush as I held on to the top of his shoulders. Calen's smile was evident that he was happy he got what he wanted.

"You can't use orgasms like that to get what you want to hear." I whispered to him, he leaned down kissing my lips, gripping my hips with his hands.

"Mmm, seems like I can." He smiled laying me down on my bed after he pushed all my shit on it, on the floor.

My body was so used to him giving me one orgasm after another, I was going through withdrawals waiting for the next.

Turning me on my stomach, he gripped my hips moving my back into an arch.

"No, you can't." I laughed at him, he slapped my ass once making me yelp in pleasure, "Mmm, you ass."

"Did you take your birth control?" He asked me and I nodded with a smirk.

"If I didn' t?" I asked him and he got quiet, then his warm hand rubbed up and down my slick entrance it made me shudder.

"Guess we about to go half on a baby then." He spoke without a care.

Seconds later I felt his warm tip rubbing softly up and down my opening.

"Calen, stop fucking teasing me." I tried sounding mad but I sounded more like I was begging than anything.

Pushing my body towards him I tried to get him inside but he kept backing up doing a soft chuckle, "Bad girl."

"Calen, I'm about to fight you." I groaned and he did an adorable laugh at my threat.

Using one of my hands, I tried to go for my center but Calen grabbed my wrist, "Nope."

"You are evil." I whined, laying my right cheek flat on my bed.

"Say I'm Ms. Ross-Rodriguez." He told me, I huffed at him, about to get up but he held me in place.

"Calen, give it to me!" I yelled and he laughed.

I felt him bend down raising my shirt, his warm tongue glided slowly from the bottom of my back to the top.

"Say it and I will." He bit my shoulder, I felt like I peed between my legs.

"I'm, Ms. Ross-Rodriguez." I mumbled ready but he still teased me with his tip.

"Calen I said-"

Without warning he slid inside with the first deep stroke, I forgot how to breathe, "Oh my...."

~

Hand in hand Calen guided me downstairs, we both were hungry as fuck and decided to go to the diner. Cari and Bryson were in the kitchen making out, I smiled at them shaking my head.

"Ah, hm." I cleared my throat making them stop kissing they looked our way.

"Oh don't you do that, I'll be glad when we move to a bigger place, y'all nasty." Cari muttered with a laugh.

"Oops," I laughed hiding my face in Calen neck, "That's what y'all get for the hell y'all put me through."

"Y'all coming with us to the diner?" Calen asked, they nodded following us out the door.

We hopped in Bryson's Audi, I sat in the back with Calen. He had me lean on him with his arm wrapped around me.

"I'm going to have like fifteen different meetings before I get the approval with the board and everything." He sighed.

"Don't worry baby, we're going to get through this." I encouraged him as we exited out the car holding hands walking up to the diner.

"I know." He smiled holding the door open for everyone to walk inside. Every chance I got I wants to keep him in high spirits about moving.

It felt weird not going in here with Cooper, but he was too into Zila, he decided to stay in Miami with her and wait till we got down there.

"Welcome back gang." Laurie spoke up with a bright smile, it seemed like it had been ages.

"We headed to the usual table Rie." Cari smiled at her walking past, Calen and I behind her.

"Okay, just signal me when y'all ready." She nodded going back behind the counter with a stack of some empty plates in her arms.

"Thanks." I smiled, we headed to the booth and a group of people sat at our booth before we could get there.

Cari walked up first, smiling down at the two women and a guy that was obviously gay, "Is it cool if we sit here?"

"Depends, what you going to give me sweetie?" One of the girls asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Cari let's just sit somewhere else." I yelled over to her already seeing Bryson and Calen picking another booth further down.

She ignored me though.

"We always sit here, it's just tradition." Cari explained but the girl just looked at her like she was dumb.

Calen walked back towards me with a confused face not really understanding what was going on, "What is she doing?"

"Okay," The girl smiled pointing at Calen, "I want his phone number for me, and the other guys number for my home girl and then you can have this punk ass booth."

"You have to be rude? Bitch." Cari shook her head walking away but she didn't see that the girl stood up mugging her.

Cari be giving no types of fucks like Calen, I swear they were definitely related to the core.

"Bitch who you calling a bitch?" She yelled, but Cari ignored her walking over to us, she sat down next to Bryson in the side of the booth that faced away from them.

"Just forget it, we'll be picking a new diner soon to start a new tradition Car." I smiled at her feeling Calen lean closer to me.

"I guess so." She sighed, my smile began to fade seeing the two girls walk up.

Don't want to let shit go? Okay.

"Hey bitch, I hear you called my sister-"

"We don't want any problems, please just enjoy the booth and fuck off." I told the two women with Calen's gun in my hand aimed at them.

Calen smiled at me the whole time, Bryson and Cari's face was shocked by my actions as the girls walked away, well more like ran.

"I love you." Calen kissed my cheek, taking his gun back from me.

"Are y'all ready to order?" Laurie asked with a laugh probably peeping that whole thing.

~

[runthepockets]

It's hitting me now that the Kendrick and Drake thing is a lot of people's first real Rap beef. Like it's to the point where even white people who otherwise don't give a fuck about this genre are giving their takes and making memes about it. Which is fucking crazy to me because at the end of the day Drake and Kendrick are still two of the biggest male artists in the world and this angry penpal shit is still pretty tame compared to beefs and instigations of past. I guess it's the logical conclusion of moving away from the Gangsta / Hardcore Hip Hop imagery of the 90s and 2000s and more into the Concious / Middle Class Hip Hop styles of Kanye, Outkast, Kid Cudi, and of course Drake. Kendrick has been a nice little bridge between the two worlds and I do like him a lot and think he's doing good things. But even so. He's the 24th most streamed artist in the world and this is probably all it will be, just this penpal "dropping previews on my IG story" ass beef.

Do you guys remember hearing Ether by Nas and Back Down by 50 Cent in like 4th grade and being like "O___O". Remember reading about Cam'ron and Wayne getting shot like every other week. Rap beefs used to be a huge regular thing, integral to the Hip Hop genre, that ended in some dudes in real life throwing hands and shooting each other more often than not. On one hand I'm glad we've kinda moved away from that, I don't like hearing about black men hurting each other and black mothers and families losing their boys over stupid ass shit like street cred and brand deals. I also think Hip Hop deserves to be just as diverse as any other genre, not just the shit you listen to on your way to smoke a guy. We've got more girl rappers being themselves and doing their thing too which was definitely not the case 20-30 years ago. But on the other hand....idk the shit is just too palpatable for me to really sink my teeth into.

I like Denzel Curry and Freddie Gibbs, but otherwise I can't really think of any contemporary / "popular" Rap artists I give a shit about and listen to on the reg, lol. All the new shit I get is Gangsta and Drill Rap on bandcamp cus it's a no man's land for white people and I love those bass-y beats and Boom Bap sounds and the confrontational lyricism, makes me feel so fucking good. I tried to give Playboi Carti a chance he's more fixated on making beats than Rapping. J. Cole is fucking boring (though he made the right move dropping out of this Rap beef shit before it was too late, lol). Yung Thug Travis $cott Future and all those other dudes don't really have shit to say either. All these niggas have weirdass fans who are more fixated on making memes and dickriding over individual rappers' personalities and what they represent rather than actually analyzing or just talking about the music, too, which also takes away some of my enjoyment. I'm glad Hip Hop is a respected artform now (sorta) but it's also palpatable to some of the most annoying and clueless people which is the Monkey's Paw of anything getting popular.

I don't want to be all "Hip Hop has gone soft" but yeah I guess it has and I'm a little miffed about it. Hm.

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[clearlydiamondz]

New Partners

Erik Stevens x Black!Reader

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(Y/N) and Erik are partnered up on a mission. After getting stuck together, things get a little heated between the two.

Warning: Cursing, SMUT, 18+ Content, Semi Fight Scene, mention of infertility, self harm

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(Y/N) looked around the table with men as she rolled her eyes. So many men sitting here with their pride so far up their ass, it was showing in their face. She knew they had a problem with her being here, but it was more that just that. She was one of the best assassins this organization had to offer. They were intimidated by that. Who wouldn’t be. 

You were on of the girls that escaped the Red Room. That’s right. You were a black widow, trained along side the infamous Natalia Romanova. Better known as Natasha Romanoff. After loosing you’re home from S.H.I.E.L.D, you joined this organization. Just one thing threw it off. You were the only women here. Even though you irked something in their head, they couldn’t help but find you sexy. The only person in here who’s never given her a hard time was Erik. 

Erik was to himself. He didn’t speak to no one unless it was call for for a mission. He was just to himself.

“Good morning everyone.” Your boss Ricky came in as you put your phone away. “I’m going to keep this meeting short and simple. We heard a big deal going around the streets that some of the alien space craft parts from the attack on New York in 2012 is floating around the black market. We will be attending a bidding so that we can get those parts in our hands. Each of you guys here have been handpicked by me because you are  one of the best that we have here.” he said. 

After going her case file, she saw that was playing the role of Isabella Hardaway.  The wife of Simone Hardaway. She looked at all the information that was given to her. 

After the meeting, she was walking to her office when she felt someone tap her shoulders. She turned around seeing Erik standing there with his arms cross. It looked as if she just came back from a mission considering he had all of his tactical gear on. 

“I am going under as Simone Hardaway. Meet me at my office to discuss details before you go on lunch..” Was all he said before stepping away. She turned around walking back to her office and shutting the door. 

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Before her lunch break, she walked to Erik's office knocking on the door. She heard a come in before walking into his office. The first thing she noticed was the interior of it. Everything was black and gold. It smelled good in her, kind of like Pine Cone. And he had a lot of Wakandian artifacts. The only reason she knew about it was because back in the red room she would read all types of articles and books about Wakanda. 

“You have a very nice office..” she trailed off. 

“Let’s just talk about the mission, yeah?” he said. She nodded. 

“Sure.”

Erik was a cutie. She was always attracted to the guys who didn't say much. Due to some research, she knew it was always the niggas that didn't talk a lot knew had to handle business.

And there was nothing more than she wanted for him to handle her...

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(Y/N) rode the elevator back to the quarters that same night. It was time for them to start the plan and she was only a couple of  minutes late. As the doors opened, she walked into the building and instantly everyone's eyes were on her.

She ignored their stares as she went to the tactic room grabbing the gear that she needed. As she was signing out her equipment, Erik came beside her leaning against the wall. 

“You’re late.” he simply said as she looked up at him giving him a fake smile. She closed booklet before looking at him standing up fully. 

“Sorry but I have to look the part of a billionaire.” she said then looked at herself. “It just doesn’t happen sweet heart.” she finished before walking out the room. Erik turned around as she walked past him, looking at her backside as she walked outside the door.  

There was no hesitation that Erik wanted to have his way with her. She was fine, smart and witty. She’s been working here a little over two years now and this was the first time he could actually talk to her. Even the first time on a mission. 

They received their instructions sitting in the back of the limo, riding to the place where they were doing the bidding at. (Y/N) was looking over the notes she had tucked into her clutch before Erik spoke up. 

“You shouldn’t hide the notes in your hand bag.” he said in a suggestive tone as she looked at him. 

“I’m not. I just bring it with me so that I could go over everything before the mission.” she said folding it and tucking it under the seat. He shook his head chuckling. She looked at him raising an eyebrow. “Oh wow.. he actually laughs. Someone record this.” she said shaking her head.

“Anyways...” he trailed off turning around and looking at him. “There are somethings that you need to know about this place. It’s heavenly guarded. Metal detectors everywhere. So.. those weapons you have is useless.” he said. 

“Yeah I figured that out. But that’s why I have this.” she pulled her dress up to see a knife strapped to her thigh. Erik wasn’t really focused on the knife, more of how full her thighs looked. Damn, he wouldn’t mind being in between those thighs and getting lost. She pulled it back down, Erik not making it noticeable that he wasn’t paying attention at all. 

“A knife. You are going up against a bunch of men with guns... and your defense is a knife?” he asked pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Oh.. you have a lot to learn my friend.” 

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They inserted the hall, their arms linked with each other. “Their holding the parts on the 5th floor but it’s heavily guarded.” They heard in their coms. 

“We need to make our presence known a little bit, then we can sneak off.” she told him as he nodded.

“Ah, you must be  Simone and Isabella, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” An Italian man walked up to them. Erik reached his hand out for him to shake.

"Ah, you must be Giovanni." Erik said to him as (Y/N) shook his hand.

"Oh wow, you're even beautiful in person." he winked at her. Deep inside, she was disgusted. But she had to play along with the roll.

"Oh stop, you're making me blush." she playfully said as he smirked at her.

"Well the bidding is going to start an hour so make yourselves comfortable." he said. They were left alone as Erik whispered in her ear.

"We need to get back there before they start bidding." he said as she nodded.

"I memorized the floor plan of the place. There is a hallway on the left side of the building behind the bar. It should direct us back there." she said. They saw the entrance was blocked by two guards standing there with AK-47s.

"Yeah, but those big ass niggas standing in the way." he said as she smirked at him.

"Well, all we need is a distraction." she said to him as he leaned back in the chair. "What do you mean you have a plan?"

"Just follow my lead..."

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She walked to Fabian tapping his shoulder. He turned around about to snap until he saw who it was. "Oh, Mrs. Hardaway. Is everything alright?" he asked placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Actually, one of your guests here have been incredibly rude to me. A-And it's just making me and my husband a bit uncomfortable and I really just don't appreciate it." she said shaking her head.

"Who!?"

She pointed in the direction where a man by the name of Rodney stood. She knew who he was. Rodney was one of the dudes that ran a drug ring on the West Coast near Compton. He was a hot head that didn't mind popping off on anyone at any minute.

Mixed with Giovanni, who didn't think with his head but his fist. If this was going to be a distraction, she didn't know what was.

"Aye, what the fuck Rodney!" Giovanni yelled walking over to him. "Why the fuck you're being a bitch!?" he exclaimed as Rodney eyes went wide with pure anger.

"Nigga who the fuck are you calling a bitch, bitch."

And they fell right into place. The two guards standing at the door ran to the commotion as Erik walked calmly to the back door. She followed as they ran down the hallway.

"See, easy work." she said to him as he shook his head.

"No you're just lucky that the two of them don't know how to control their emotions." she responded as she shrugged.

"Same thing." He followed her as the posted behind a wall. She turned her head to see more guards standing at the entrances. She turned to look at Erik putting up five fingers to tell him that there were five guards.

She dug into her purse grabbing the penny electricity lock before turning around smirking at Erik. She flipped it around the corner before she heard the groans.

"Yo.. you're fucking crazy." he shook his head as she smirked.

"Okay, well look where it got us." she said walking down the hall. She picked up the guns only to see that they were digitally activated. "What kind of..." she whispered looking at this.

"Yeah we can't use these." Erik said looking over her shoulder.

"Whelp the only form of weaponry is my knife so let's get this thing rolling." They grabbed the key card opening the door letting themselves inside. Erik shut the metal door before he walked in shutting the metal doors.

"I have a feeling that Ricky only sent me on this mission for the if it goes wrong because it seems like you got this figured out." Erik said leaning against the table. She dug into her purse grabbing a pair of tweezers before she chuckled. "

"I've seen you're record file, you have some pretty impressive stunt work under your feet." she said as he tilted his head to the side.

"So you stalked me?"

"No, I was just making sure that Ricky didn't put me with an idiot. And he has not." she said cutting the wires to the safe. She heard the air exit the safe before Erik opened the safe. He grabbed the piece as (Y/N) looked at it.

"That's it? It literally just looks like scrap metal." she said as he nodded.

"Well, this is what we need so-"

"Hands up!" Both of them turned around to see a guard standing at the door. "Put it down and step away from the safe." he said as she looked at Erik. He placed it on the ground before the guard walked further inside.

"Alright, lift your dress up."

"Nigga what the fuck?'

"Excuse me?"

"I'm the one with gun here, lift it up." he said as she nodded.

"You don't have to do this? I mean-"

"Shut up! Lift it." she nodded, faking pouting. She lifted up her dress before grabbing the knife aiming it at his arm than throwing it making him drop the gun.

"What the-" Erik punched him the nose the nose before flipping him on his back, grabbing his arm and bending it before she heard a crack. Before he could scream, Erik punched him again in the face as his eyes went shut and he laid limped on the floor. She grabbed the wreckage before smiling at him.

"A bunch of men with guns.. and you bring a knife?" she mocked him as he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah yeah.. okay. You can handle yourself. I like that." he said licking his lips as she raised her eyebrows.

"Don't look at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like that. You lookin at me with some, 'I wanna fuck you' eyes." she said as he smirked.

"Maybe I do."

"Boy bye. You wouldn't know what to do with all this even if it came with instructions. Now come on." she said walking out with a sway in her hips.

"Damn..."

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They were outside walking to the limo when the agent on the phone started talking. "Change of plans you guys. They found that there has been a breach with the stuff. So you guys have to stay in character. We guys got you a hotel downtown." they heard as Erik mumbled a 'shit'.

"Well let's get out of here before they think of something?" he said, she agreeing. They got into the car before the limo driver pulled off.

They made it to the five star hotel and settled into their rooms before she sighed. "We don't even have clothes." she groaned as he shrugged.

"I sleep naked anyways." he said walking into the bathroom. 

“By the way, they have the room wired just in case something goes left!” she yelled out for him but he didn’t hear her. She smacked her teeth before taking off her shoes. I mean she did too, but sleeping next to him. She wasn't going to lie, she was a bit intimidated by him. But oh well. 

As she waited for him to get out the shower, she went through some paperwork she bought with her before she stripped from her gown laying it on the sofa that was in the living room. She grabbed a whiskey glass from the bar before pouring herself a glass of crown royal that Erik purchased. She drink a little more before she felt herself have a little buzz. 

  She had a wet rag wiping the make up off when he stepped out of the bathroom. She didn’t even notice the shower stopped running. He had the tower wrapped around his waist before looking her up and down. She noticed the scars that sat over his body. 

Damn that shit looked sexy... 

He wasn’t hiding that he was checking her out. His eyes traced over her frame. His tongue traced his bottom lip as he looked up at her. He looked further down noticing the scar above her abdomen. 

“What happened to you?” They both said at the same time.

“I said it first.” she said quickly, as he rolled his eyes. 

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version.” he said crossing his arms over his chest. “Extended version?”

“It’s just something that I did to myself to remind me how many people I killed. You know, never make me loose sight of who I really am. Also to remind myself of what I can become.” he responded honestly. 

“You did that to yourself?” she asked, shocked. He nodded. “And you call me crazy...” she said as he chuckled. 

“And you?”

“Do you want the simple version or the extended version?” she asked him. 

“Extended.” 

“So, I grew up in the program called the red room.” she started. 

“Oh yeah. I heard about that shit. That’s why you’re so good at what you do.. huh?” he said as she nodded. 

“Yeah, well anyways. At your graduation ceremony, we had this procedure done. They told us it was just tying tubes so you don’t mess up and get pregnant. But turns out, they took... everything.”

“Ohh...” he trailed off. “That’s-”

“Yeah, It sucks. I want my life to be more than just this. I want to have a kid one day but that’s never going to happen so.. yeah.” she responded.  

“Damn, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t want to end so awkwardly, so she used a little bit of her dark humor. Something she did to avoid having to dig into her feelings.

“But on the bright side, I don’t have periods. The sex is amazing, well depending on the person I’m fucking.” she responded as he squinted his eyes. 

“Why you say that?”

“Well, if their clean, I don’t need protection. And sex is best when it’s raw.” she winked at him.  His eyebrows raised with a sense of caution. He didn’t know if that was a sign or something, but he took it as one.

“Well, I need to get going into the shower.” she walked passed him, walking into the bathroom before turning around and shutting the door. Apart of her wished that he would turn around and follow her inside but she knew he would never do that.

She stripped naked before turning the water to a comfortable temperature. After that, she stepped in letting the water drip down her skin. The water pressure in the shower was no joke.

While she was in her own little world, lathering her body up, she didn’t even notice that Erik came into the bathroom with her. He took the towel off placing it on the sink before putting his hands on the glass. She still didn’t notice that he was in the bathroom with her. Erik wanted that.

He slid the door open, (Y/N) turning around in shock to see him standing there. Dick standing tall and him breathing hard. (Y/N) was stuck. Here he is, one of the sexiest man she has ever laid eyes on, is butt naked in the shower with her. Something took over her as she wrapped her tiny hands around his dick slowly stroking it up and down.

“You want this dick, (Y/N)?” Oh his voice was deep deep. “Once I start I ain’t going back. I plan on ruin your little ass.” he said as she looked up at him.

“That’s what I want..” she whispered to him. She leaned forward placing a kiss in his chest before making her way down, placing kisses all the way until she was face to face with the monster.

His dick was just as beautiful as him. Long and thick, a vein very noticeable and his tip leaking out with ore cum. “You want this pussy?” she asked him, putting her hand down there rubbing her clit in a circular motion. “She stay wet and ready to take some big dick like this..” she whispered kissing along his dick. He clenched his jaw as he leaned against the shower wall.

“Keep talking like that. Watch me fuck that mouth of yours.” he warned her as she smirked. She wrapped lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it collect all of the syrup he had to offer. Sweet but tangy. She liked it.

She slowly made her way down his dick as he closed his eyes throwing his head back. “Yeah... you know what you doin. Show me what ya little freaky ass got.” he said to her. She wrapped her other hand around the base stroke it as she sucked him properly. It was nice and slow. For her sake, this man was big. Way too big to fit in her mouth. She don’t even know how she managed to get this much of him.

“You’re so big Erik.. you sure it’s gonna fit in this tight ass pussy?” she asked him as he chuckled.

“You should be asking yourself that question. I’m digging in that shit no matter-ooh.” his sentence was cut short when she started to stroke him faster while sucking his dick. “Show off then. Little nasty bitch, I love me a nasty bitch. Play with that pussy. I want the shit dripping down my chin when I eat that shit you hear me?” he said as she nodded.

“Yes sir.” Oh that made his dick jump. She noticed the little peak of excitement before smirking to herself. She focused her attention on his dick before letting him fuck her mouth. Her hands were on the floor as he grabbed her hair keeping her still as he attacked her throat.

“Fuck! Your shit is dangerous ma!” With a final thrust, he came all down her throat. It came out of no where and she coughed. She wasn’t no bitch though and swallows it.

“Swallow all that shit.” he directed her. He saw her swallow it before smirking. “Stick ya tongue out.” she stuck her tongue out before he grabbed her by the throat pulling her to her foot. Within a split second, he had his tongue down her throat. He sucked on her tongue, tongue gliding along each other as she moaned.

“I know, I’m finna play in that pussy right now. I know she’s wet.” (Y/N) stuck her tongue out once more as he looked at her confused until it finally hit him.

This is just one nasty bitch... yeah he definitely keeping up with this one.

He spat in her mouth as she smiled bringing him into a soul crushing kiss. “Go put your leg on the counter, I’m hungry and I want some of that pussy.” he told her as she smiled in content. She opened the glass door before stepping out. He followed her to the counter as she placed her leg on the counter stretching out. He walked behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his hard dick rubbing against her thighs as she leaned back against him. With his other hand, he rubbed her ass then giving it a slap.

She gasped then moaned as he smirked at you. "You like that, don't you?" he said as she nodded. His fingers traced around further before he was rubbing her clit from the back.

"You got this wet just by sucking my dick?" he asked her a she nodded.

"Yes.. I love sucking dick." she told him as he smirked.

"Yeah, slutty ass." Unexpectedly, he dipped his finger in her pussy as she gasped. Damn this nigga have some thick ass fingers.

"Shit you tight.. you sure she can take all this dick." he said rubbing his dick against her ass as she nodded.

"Yes I can take it- ooh." she moaned closing her eyes throwing her head back. He curved his finger hitting her G-Spot as she moaned.

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" she gasped out as he kissed her shoulder. His pace went faster as she felt a pressure in her abdomen. "I'm going to cum.." she whispered.

"Yeah, let me get that." he said as she smirked. A couple of seconds later, she came all over his fingers. He kept going like nothing ever happened. She was overly sensitive, and he could tell bu the slight shake she had.

"Fuck... Erik wait." she gasped as he shook his head laughing.

"Nah, all that fucking teasing you did. Keep your leg up. Don't fucking move." He bent down gliding his tongue along her folds as she fluttered her eyes shut.

Erik moaned as her wetness dripped down to his tongue. He thought it was damn near impossible for someone to be this wet but here she is like a faucet. He stood up as she placed her foot on the ground. He turned her around lifting her up and sitting her on the counter. She bit her lip looking at him as he shook his head.

"It doesn't make any fucking sense how wet this pussy is.." he said to her. He grabbed his dick rubbing his tip along the fold as he sighed in pleasure.

"Stop teasing me.."

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do." he grunted at her. He teased her a bit more before entering his slowly.

"Fuck..." she whispered out as he stretched her out. "Fuck you're filling me up."

Erik on the other hand went silent. He was in complete shock about this. He slowly started to thrust as she gripped the counter top for support.

"Good ass pussy, this my shit here. You understand?" he said as she nodded.

"Yes.. oh my god." she groaned. She put her hands between their bodies, rubbing her clit in circular motions. "Faster please." she moaned a nodded. He started to fuck her faster, the sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls.

"Fuck..."he groaned picking her up. He walked out into the room, pushing her against the wall, thrusting faster into her. She let out a loud scream before he kissed her to muffle the noise.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise." he said a she nodded.

"Talk to me."

"Yes, I hear her!" she moaned.

"Yeah, she like that shit. Slutty ass pussy.." he grunted. She bit his shoulder in attempt to keep her from screaming.

"I-I think I'm about to cum." she whispered as he smiled. "Let me feel that shit." With a tight squeeze, she released all on him as she hit her head against the wall.

"FUCK!" she groaned. Her body shook once more as he carried her to the bed. He flipped her on her stomach before arching her back.

"We not done.. far from it." he said. Without warning, he thrusted fully into her, thrusting into her at a fast pace. She bit the sheet as she moaned. Tears rolled down her eyes as she let the pleasure overwhelm her.

"What happened to me not being able to handle yo ass? What was that shit you was talking?" he taunted her. Now it was her turn to be stuck. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, pulling her back to his chest. He laid his chin on her shoulder whispering in her ear. "Answer me when I'm talking to you? You got some good dick and now you can't talk?"

"Baby.. please." she whispered as he smiled at her. Oh that shit was wicked.

"Baby please what? I can already feel that pussy tugging on my shit. You about to cum again?"

"YES!" she screamed as he smacked her ass. "Stay just like that while I bust this nut all in your guts bitch." he grunted letting go of her hair. The pressure came quick again, and within a couple of seconds she squirting all over him and the bed. She lost balance falling into the bed with him following her.

It triggered his own orgasm as he let his cum drip deep inside of her. "Fuck!" he grunted out as she spasmed a bit feeling it.

"We ain't done..." he whispered to her as she groaned.

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Meanwhile, in the control room, the entire team was in shock. At first they were confused.

"It's silent, why can't we hear them?" Ricky said as one of the tech geeks, James, started typing away.

"Everything seem to be connected. We don't know. We can hear the shower running..." he said as Ricky stood up biting his nail.

"Maybe we should-"

"Fuck daddy, Right there. Shit!" They heard that shit loud and clear.

"Uhhh...." James awkwardly said. It was silent for a few moments before the heard smacking noises. That's when they heard a loud scream.

"Fuck baby... you beating my shit up."

"Like I'm suppose to. You hear her, making all that fucking noise."

"Should we turn it off?" James said about to push the mute button.

"Just put them on low. We can't risk not hearing anything if something happens." Ricky said, his face in utter disgust. "Jesus Christ..." he said walking away shaking his head.

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The next morning, they woke up to a loud banging on the door. (Y/N) shot up looking around to see Erik laying next to her snoring." She grabbed the robe that the hotel provided wrapping it around her body. She ran to the door to see guards standing outside of her door. She opened it.

"Oh well how can I help you gentlemen?" she asked smiling at them.

"We are reporting to all the guests that was at the bid last night. Some artifacts was stolen from us." she said as she gasped.

"What? Oh my goodness, who would do such a thing?" she asked.

"Well we suspect you two. You guys aren't really together are-"

"Everything alright baby?" Erik came into view as they looked at him in shock. Not because of his scars but because all of the hickies and scratch marks that was over his body. They took notice of the ones that you had on your neck.

"No, they are accusing of us of not being together! They think we stole some artifacts from that place. Well I tell-"

"So why were you the first ones to leave?" he asked as she scoffed.

"After that fight, we decided that it was out of control and unprofessional. We can take our business else where." she said rolling her eyes. "Y'all don't have any cameras or security. Just ghetto if you ask me."

"We did have cameras, they were all out."

"So you're accusing us of stealing? We don't need to steal."

"Do you want us to show our wedding pictures? Because we-"

"Actually Mrs. Hardaway, we don't have any more questions. We are sorry for bothering you." he said. She slammed the door in their face before turning around.

"I'm surprise you can even walk."

"Shut the hell up."

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They made it back to the quarters for the briefing. After the briefing Ricky went to your office to talk to you and Erik. "First I would like to say congratulations. You guys did an excellent job." he smiled at the two.

"Well you know I always try my best." (Y/N) said smiling back to him.

"And another thing. If you know the room is wired, please be a little more quiet when you guys do the do. It's very uncomfortable." he said before walking out. (Y/N) eyes went wide as Erik chuckled shaking his head.

"I totally forgot that it was wired..." she said putting her hands in her face.

"To be honest... I realized half way through but I was like fuck it." he laughed as she threw a pen at him but he caught it. "While we're on topic, I need to finish up my report. But meet me in the quiet room in an hour. I want some more." he told her and with that he left.

Damn...

[uzumaki-rebellion]

“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 2, Chapter 29″

"Oh my, time heals all but you outta time now (Now) Judge gotta watch us from the clock tower (True) Lil' tear gas cleared the whole place out I'll be back with the hazmat for the next round We was tryin' to protest, then the fires broke out Look out for the secret agents, they be planted in the crowd Said, "It's civil unrest," but you sleep so sound Like you don't hear the screams when we catchin' beatdowns Stayin' quiet when they killin' niggas, but you speak loud When we ride, got opinions comin' from a place of privilege…"

"Lockdown"-- Anderson.Paak

Califia stood before the march organizers and read off the things the group wanted to pass along to other protestors. Erik sat next to her on a chair and listened to her tick off each item.

"People should bring protective gear if they can. Goggles or sunglasses for pepper spray. If they have access, they can use the heavier gear for tear gas. Masks or bandannas for the face. Milk and water is good to have on hand to flush out the eyes if tear gas is used. Tattoos and other identifiable markings need to be covered. They should wear plain clothing or gear that doesn't have identifiable brands. A woman was arrested in the States because the Feds were able to trace a T-shirt she bought online at a specialty site. We have advised everyone to bring extra t-shirts and other clothing to switch out so they can disappear if surveillance photos are taken and the streets get hot. Confusing the enemy is the name of the game. We learned a lot from Hong Kong protestors in the past. Phones need to have GPS turned off and if possible, passcodes placed on them in case they are confiscated. No sharing selfies or uploading images…"

The list was long and her fellow organizers nodded in agreement with all the actionable items she shared.

Soliel stood next to her and read off her list of protest roles that would be fed out online to give everyone interested an opportunity to participate, especially those with disabilities and even those who wanted to march but were afraid of losing their jobs or being harassed by their own families.

"As long as we all fight in our own way, we can move this city and this country forward. The whole world. We expect the state to use whatever tools they can to make us look bad, so we must squash any groups that try to disrupt our peaceful march. There will be plants among us. We know this. But we can't allow them to bait us into a situation that would allow them to use violence against us. That is what they want. We'll have our shield soldiers briefed on how to defend us if the federals act out. Our flag bearers are young and move fast, so we will be made aware as soon as possible when the federals arrive in various locations. We have range soldiers, fire squads, and barricaders trained to act. There will be medics available, and as long as we follow our plans, we will have a safe and successful march," Soliel said.

Califia's chest eased with the tightness she had after talking with Erik. He listened on the chair and even asked a few questions about their safety if the police there took them to jail. They had bond pledges ready and lawyers on stand-by, but they hoped it wouldn't come to that.

When the meeting broke up, she walked outside to check on N'Jobu, Bakari and Besouro who opted to stand watch outside. As the organizers left their home, N'Jobu walked up and down the street. She worried that the spies sent to watch their house would take pictures of him, but he assured her that his kimoyo beads would mess up their tech. He planned on using a protective shield on her when they marched.

Besouro said goodnight, and her father and Bakari turned in for the night. She sat outside with N'Jobu and Erik.

"You feel comfortable?" N'Jobu asked her, tossing his arm around her shoulder.

"Yeah. I think we have it all down. The people just have to show up."

"How are you feeling?"

Looking into his eyes, she saw worry in them.

"Quiet…um…settled I guess. It's like the feeling I get when I used to dance at school. You rehearse and practice and understand your role, and now it just comes down to the performance. You hope things go well."

"They will," Erik said.

He sat on the small step that led up onto their tiny porch.

"Did we forget anything in there?" Califia asked, giving her son a smile.

"You had it all covered, Mom. Good job."

"Thank you."

His eyes glanced around the street. Then rested on N'Jobu.

"Baba, what's the matter?"

"Nothing. Just thinking about the march and us returning home."

Erik walked over to N'Jobu and rested his arms around his father's shoulders.

"I like having you around like this all the time. It's been fun here," Erik said.

N'Jobu stroked Erik's hands.

"I've enjoyed myself too, Son. What will you and Marisol do while we are at the march?"

"We'll watch it online, and then make dumplings with Auntie probably. She promised to make them on Saturday."

"Don't eat too many, you always get bad gas," Califia said.

"No, I don't—"

"You don't have to smell yourself when you go to sleep and start ripping bombs," she said rolling her eyes.

"Slander!" Erik said pushing on her arm. She pushed him back.

Down the street someone put on music in their home and Erik wiggled his hips and did a couple of backflips. Tapping his father's knees to get him to play, Erik hopped back from the porch to give N'Jobu room.

N'Jobu slid off his shoes and did an assertive swagger step that circled Erik. The boy's eyes kept watch on his father's hands, expecting the attack to come for his chest and not his feet. Erik stayed on the balls of his own bare feet, hopping up and down each time N'Jobu passed behind him. N'Jobu lunged forward but dropped to his feet tricking Erik into using his hands to go for his father's face. The moment Erik did that, N'Jobu cartwheeled into a side handstand using his legs to knocked Erik aside.

"Clever!" Erik shouted, hooking his fingers and jabbing N'Jobu with hard hits into his thighs. Their motion was fluid, and N'Jobu didn't allow it to move too fast.

"Alright little warrior, time for bed," Califia said.

Erik gave his father a hug.

"If you take a shower, try not to make too much noise, okay? Grandpop is having a hard time sleeping, so any noise keeps him up," she said.

"Okay. Night."

She kissed his cheek and watched him enter the house. The street was quiet then, and there were no more spies that they could see watching their home. The unmarked cars were gone.

Califia sat next to N'Jobu on the sturdy wooden chairs they propped out on the porch. Life felt good in that moment. She reached out and held his hand.

"When we have the vibranium, people can be protected from all police. All types of violence. We can create sources of energy that will lower the cost of living for everyone. People can really live. Sit on their porch and just watch the stars at night with their families and not worry about bills, or putting food on the table," N'Jobu said.

He cradled her fingers and kissed them. Califia stared into his eyes. She believed every word he said because the conviction in them was infectious. She had so many plans for when they began to remake the world. She wished Lia was alive to participate in shaping the future.

"Free education for all at any level. And that education will be equitable in quality everywhere. We can transform healthcare and the education of doctors and nurses on what true health and healing is. No more fossil fuels corroding the earth. People can work at what makes them happy, like my people at home. Wakanda isn't perfect, but we know how to run a society that treats people like humans and not capital gains."

She kissed his lips.

"What was that for?" he asked with a teasing quality in his voice.

"All that sounds so sexy coming from your mouth."

"This mouth right here?" he said pointing to his lips.

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Let me test it again and see."

She climbed onto his lap and he held her sideways. Lowering her head, she licked his lips then suckled his top lip before going full open-mouthed kissing with him. His hand slid up and down her back and she felt a little something growing under her.

"We should take this to the bedroom," he whispered rubbing on her backside.

"We can't. Erik's sleeping in there, remember? Grandpop has his bed—"

"And Bakari's on the couch…yeah…that is a problem," he sighed.

They kissed longer, and when their necks began to shift left and right as their passion grew, N'Jobu broke away from her wet mouth. They didn't have a car, and the house was so small inside, they would wake up everyone even if they tried to sneak into the bathroom or kitchen.

N'Jobu's eyes darted to and fro, and then he had her lift up.

"What are you doing…babe…no…"

His jeans slid down to his thighs.

"Pull down your jeans, girl."

His erection was hot against her naked thigh. Dragging his fingers up and down her slit, he teased out her wetness.

"It just looks like your sitting on my lap," he whispered. His tone had gone heavy. He was ready.

She couldn't resist and sat down on his length and when she felt his balls, a groan escaped her lips and he covered her mouth.

"Shh, c'mon now. Let's pretend we're back in your grandmother's living room. You know how hot you get when you have to be quiet. Mmmm…shit…Califia…see, you do remember what that was like. Riding my dick. Up and down. Just like that. Give me what I want Califia. I'm your throne…I'm your throne…fuck!"

Califia shifted her weight and let it drop on his lap, allowing his dick to penetrate her deeper. He had her at his mercy, but she switched that up quickly.

"You like that Your Highness?"

His eyes grew big then narrowed with lust. This man. That royalty talk made him grow even stiffer. She rotated her hips in slow agonizing circles as she kept direct eye contact with him, biting her lip and pouting whenever he said her name in submissive whispers.

"You like that Your Highness?"

His head tilted back and his lust-filled eyes gazed up at the heavens filled with stars. She rocked forward and back letting his dick hit her walls with a different energy in the movement.

"I love it!" he gasped clutching at her covered breast.

She began a slow calculated bounce and his right thigh shook under her.

"Dammit!" he cried out while burying his face in her neck, gripping the skin there with his teeth.

"Bite me," she panted, wanting those gold panther teeth of his to dig into her throat and make her feel drunk with his power to weaken her flesh.

His loving never got old or boring or repetitive. N'Jobu's dick aged like fine ebony wine and he could still bring tears to her eyes when they made love. The tasty fucking he was giving her on the porch had her eyes swimming in water already.

"Fuck me Prince N'Jobu."

She whimpered when his eyes fell shut and he held her down on his lap so he could thrust up into her. She leaned forward again to adjust the side angle he had her in and allowed him to slam his dick into her with a faster rhythm. Her cheeks began to clap loudly and she worried that her family inside could hear it. N'Jobu gave no care to whoever heard him. He was inside his woman. That's all that mattered.

"Your Highness, fuck me harder!" she blurted out in a rush of desperate air.

He gave out a loud moan that he couldn't hold back, and now her loud ass cheeks were joined by the sound of her wet pussy being stirred like creamy cake batter. She didn't even have to play with her clit to keep it stimulated, the side fucking tugged on her stiff bud.

"Yes! Baby…harder…"

Tears dropped from her eyes and her mouth started to dry out from being open and yelping every three seconds. When she began to squeal and squirm from all his thrusting, she dug her nails into her knees and let go.

"I'm cumming Prince N'Jobu! I'm cummi-!"

She slammed her hand over her mouth as the contractions in her walls took over. She stood on tippy-toe as her pussy did all the work of milking his dick. He shouted a curse word in Wakandan and the swelling of his length released a torrent of hot semen. He shoved his dick into her deeper and allowed his release to coat every inch of her slick interior.

Panting, N'Jobu pulled out of her and she felt the back rush of his excess cum drip from her folds. She pulled her underwear and pants up.

Wiping his sweaty brow, N'Jobu stared at her face and they both laughed.

"We are a mess," she said.

She watched him slip a single bead from his kimoyo bracelet as he walked to the front part of their tiny yard. Digging a small hole with his index finger, he dropped the bead in like a seed and tapped it twice. Califia's eyes caught a slight bright afterimage in her retinas that felt like a muted camera flash.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Security. I just activated a surveillance sensor. It will protect the house and alert me of anything outside."

He tapped another bead on his arm. Their house popped up as an image floating above his arm. It rotated 360 degrees. She could see her father, Bakari, and Erik asleep inside.

They snuck into the house and took a shower together. Crawling into bed next to their son after changing into shorts for him and a nightie for her, they spooned Erik on either side of him, the child's snores giving Califia relief that he heard nothing.

N'Jobu stared at his son's sleeping face. Califia' stroked the boy's hair.

"I will give him the world," he said.

Califia nodded, but her man had to know that he was already their son's world.

Erik had it whenever his father was next to him.

###

At the starting point of the march, N'Jobu slipped a kimoyo bead inside the pocket of the black jeans Califia wore.

If any trouble occurred, he would activate a protective camouflage shield around her and him and escort her out. She seemed anxious but eager after Soliel's parents dropped them off and took Erik to stay with Marisol. Erik appeared disappointed once more that he couldn't participate, but he kissed them goodbye and N'Jobu felt relief that his son would be away from potential harm.

The weather was agreeable and he watched Soliel and the march leadership give final instructions to the large crowd that listened to them speak through megaphones. Califia passed out water bottles from the medic supply tent that was set up at the starting zone. There would be others dotted along the march route.

Despite the sad memories of losing Lia, there was a palpable sense of celebratory vibes wafting off the marchers. Some had posters with Lia's face on them, others had posters of other victims of police brutality and police misconduct. Califia wore a brown and beige Steampunk mask that covered the bottom half of her face with attached goggles with dark lenses that protected her eyes. Once Soliel stopped speaking, she too covered her face with a bandanna and dark sunglasses that obscured her face. The family of Lia would be direct targets, and relatives were advised to blend into the actual march and not center themselves for any reason.

More supporters arrived and by the time the march started at three, there was plenty of media and the frenzy to try and capture trouble wafted off of the press. Chants of Lia's name and Brazilian protest songs were sung, and N'Jobu felt proud of the family for keeping Lia's name and work alive.

Two hours in and miles of bodies marching through the streets, word spread through the crowd from flag bearers that the police were moving in to contain pockets of protesters who had broken off from the main march. There was to be a rally at the end in front of the city hall, and the joyful energy in the crowd shifted into caution mode. N'Jobu held Califia's hand and kept her next to him as they walked. The surge in numbers of people grew, and N'Jobu began to feel as if he should remove Califia and the family. Something didn't feel right.

His military skills went into hyperdrive and he searched roofs for snipers and spotted some along the route. They were near the front of the first wave of marchers, and he could see police barricades already blocking access to city hall and limiting the space they had been given permission to occupy.

The crowd grew tense.

Soliel chatted with some women who were to speak in front of the mayor's office and she signaled for Califia and N'Jobu to come next to her.

"They don't want me to speak," Soliel said, "there are some police here who many think we're part of the assassination of Lia."

"You have a right to speak without fear for the family," a young man said who was in charge of the speakers line-up scheduled.

Soliel's face was creased with worry.

Another woman held up her cell phone.

"A group on social media have threatened to make trouble," she said.

"I won't be scared off," Soliel said even though her voice shook. She looked at Aunjanue. Bakari caught up to them.

"There are some people near the middle of the line that are instigating trouble. Some police are getting a little heavy-handed," Bakari said. He scrolled his burner cell.

"Besouro and some drummers are trying to help contain it when I left."

"What do you want to do, Soliel?" Califia asked.

"We should speak. I will speak. They silenced my sister a year ago. We can't allow that to stop us now. Intimidation tactics are what they are known for. I won't bow down to it."

The rally commenced.

N'Jobu and Califia watched speaker after speaker give testimony about Lia and the work still being done to combat the problems of police brutality and the inequities in the city. Califia checked in with Soliel's cousin who babysat the children and things were fine. Soliel closed out the speeches and gave a fiery address. N'Jobu watched her pull off her t-shirt and standing in her bra, she showed everyone her old bullet wounds in her chest and arm. Her voice was guttural and Califia translated her words as fast as she could for him.

"They put a bullet in my sister's head, and they tried to kill me too. Look at me! Look at me! I am a Black woman fighting to honor my sister's memory. I have dedicated my life to doing work that helps my people just like my sister did. My family is still watched by the police. I get email threats every week since my sister has been gone. Why? Because they do not want anyone else to rise up and challenge injustice. The police do this. The same police who allowed my sister to be murdered by their own are out here standing among us. They are not here to protect and serve the people. They are here to uphold the will of the state. And the state says that Black people are not worth anything…"

The crowd booed and some made catcalls to the police surrounding the mayor's office.

"…they say we are not human beings who deserve to live dignified lives. My sister dared to speak truth to power and…"

N'Jobu watched the crowd carefully and then kept watch over the police on alert.

"Oh shit…" Califia said.

"What?"

"She named names. Told the crowd we know the individuals who killed Lia…."

Soliel held up her cell phone and scrolled it.

"She's now naming cops in the line up here and telling the people reports of their misconduct records…"

N'Jobu felt the energy around him get amped up. The anger was swelling from the marchers. The cops looked tenser. A few left their posts and threaded away from the protestors.

"I'm glad she did it, but that was not part of her original speech," Califia said.

Loud chanting started behind them and N'Jobu swiveled his neck to see where it was coming from, but it seemed to erupt from everywhere in a spontaneous show of power.

"Fuck the police!" Califia shouted her fist in the air.

N'Jobu's eyes darted around. Many cops had their hands on their weapons ready to discharge them as they held up riot shields to push back people. He slipped his fingers on his kimoyo beads. One false move and he would make Califia and himself disappear from sight. Califia caught his fingers on the beads and she clutched onto his arm.

"Soliel," she whispered.

"I slipped a bead into her jean pocket," he said.

Califia pressed her head onto his shoulder. The relief spilled from her.

"We are not afraid of you. You should be afraid of the power from all of us. We will change this city for the betterment of all. The world is watching us right now. My sister, Negra Li, she is watching all of us right now. Our ancestors are watching over us right now. Justice will come. Justice is here. I thank all of you for coming—"

An organizer rushed over to Soliel and tugged on her arm. Soliel stared down at her cell phone.

"I just received word that my home was firebombed. My home was attacked—"

"N'Jobu! The children!" Califia shouted.

N'Jobu grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the crowd.

###

Smoke rose up from the destroyed back half of Soliel and Aunjanue's home, and as it drifted up to the sky, the setting sun made it look monstrous like a snarling dragon sitting on top of it with a heated white-gray breath. Adrenaline coursed through N'Jobu. The fire department and police tried to hold him and Califia back as they all stared in disbelief at the destruction.

His heart began to beat again when he saw Soliel's cousin who was in charge of caring for the children standing near an ambulance with Marisol. The little girl was given fresh oxygen. That relief was short-lived.

"Where's Erik?" Califia screamed.

The cousin, Ines, began to cry with a bruised face and Califia shouted out in agony and lunged for the wrecked house again. N'Jobu grabbed her and held her tight, but she fought him. "Is my baby in there?! Is he in there?" she screamed at the firefighters.

There were already firemen going through the rubble in the back. He dragged Califia over to the cousin and Marisol.

"What happened?" N'Jobu asked trying to contain his anger.

"I was cooking and Marisol was with me in the kitchen. An explosion blew up the back….we were thrown onto the floor. I covered Marisol up…but JaJa, he was in the bedroom playing a video game. I called to him, but I couldn't get him because we were covered in debris and the house was burning…"

Ines burst into uncontrollable tears and Califia tried to comfort her as her eyes pleaded for him to find Erik.

"Go get him!" she demanded.

He moved with a swiftness as Dante and Soliel's parents arrived. Soon enough Bakari and Soleil showed up with many organizers.

"My son is in there get off of me!" he yelled pushing on a policeman. He kicked aside wood and concrete, shouting for his boy, his eyes filling with smoke…

"Baba! Mom!"

N'Jobu turned to find Erik running up to his mother. Califia grabbed him in a tight hug, lifting him off of his feet.

"Where were you?" N'Jobu said clutching for him too.

Guilt was on his face.

"I left the house…I snuck off to go to the march…"

His eyes took in Marisol and then he stared at the destroyed rear of Soliel and Aunjanue's home.

"What happened?" Erik asked. His eyes were wide like a baby owl.

Califia kissed all over his face.

"I should be angry with you, but being hardheaded saved your life!" she scolded.

Erik walked up to Marisol who was in the arms of Soliel.

"You okay?" he asked.

Marisol burst into tears.

"We thought you were dead!" she wailed.

The little girl said what they all felt and Erik hugged her.

Califia wiped her eyes.

Soliel lost it.

"They tried to kill my family again!" she shouted.

Aunjanue tried to hold her and Marisol's face crumpled.

"The police did this! The police did this!"

Soliel's parents pulled her and her family away from the ambulance and ushered them to a waiting car. N'Jobu grabbed for Erik and Califia's hands.

"Let's go," he told them with Dante and Bakari on his heels.

He hailed a cab two blocks away and Califia called Soliel's mother to see where they were headed. The new family home was the destination. N'Jobu checked their own rental property and it was intact.

"This is crazy," Bakari uttered.

The ride in the cab only lasted five minutes and they took refuge inside a single-story home. Both the children were checked thoroughly and Marisol was sent to go rest. Calls were made and fears were heightened. Califia's hands wouldn't stop shaking and N'Jobu rubbed her back.

"JaJa," N'Jobu said.

"I know you told me to stay at the house, but I watched the march online and I just wanted to be there. I caught the bus but a lot of streets were blocked off, so I just walked around until I found some marchers. I walked and then I came back."

Fate.

Fate had a way of working on N'Jobu, and he thanked Bast for whatever got into his son's head to leave.

"Poor Marisol, and Ines," Califia said.

"Shit," Dante said.

Califia's father walked to the front door and they all followed.

Groups of angry people were storming down the street yelling.

"This isn't good," Bakari said.

Erik tried to peek at the action but Califia pulled him back and took him to the room where Marisol rested.

N'Jobu heard bottles breaking outside. Soliel's father Andres closed the front door.

"We stay indoors," Andres said.

"They destroyed my home!" Soliel shouted. Aujanue tried to calm her again.

"We will go salvage what we can in a couple of hours, but right now, we stay here."

Andres's voice made things sound final.

The rest of the night was spent watching the news of the firebombing, screening phone calls from the police and media.

People took to the streets and whatever feelings of goodwill and hope that the march provided ended in anger and destruction of public property. Government property was targeted and they all watched in horror as the Sao Paulo community that peacefully assembled to celebrate Lia broke down into hopelessness. Hundreds of arrests were made. N'Jobu and Califia saw young people throwing Molotov cocktails at the police who shot back with rubber bullets and real ones. Complete chaos. Supporters stood outside and protected Andres's home.

Califia was able to slip his kimoyo bead away from Soliel when she changed clothes and returned it to him. N'Jobu spoke with Erik about what he saw in the streets. His son only reported positive things and he felt good about being a part of the memorial march.

"Will they be able to fix the house back up?" Erik asked when he rested between him and Califia for the night in the spare bedroom of Andres's home.

Bakari was camped out on the floor next to the bed on a small cot, and Dante was curled up in a sleeping bag directly on the floor to help his back.

"There was too much damage to save it," Califia said with bitterness lacing her voice.

"Are you guys still mad at me for leaving?"

"No, Son. We are happy that everyone is alive and well. Homes can be replaced. People cannot," N'Jobu said.

Erik rested his head on his mother's stomach.

"Why do bad things happen to us here?" Erik asked.

Califia looked at N'Jobu for the answer.

"Powerful people with ill intent often don't like to see good people change the world. They are afraid of losing their power to control others," he said.

"Marisol was so scared. I shouldn't have left her."

"Don't worry about that. You are safe and sound and here with us," Califia said.

"Will she have to see someone like Dr. Davis? Like I had to talk to someone about…you know…"

"Probably. Don't think about that. Get some sleep, okay?" Califia said.

"Will they stay out in the streets all night? Because of what happened to Auntie's house?"

"Most people have gone home. Luckily, no one was killed by the police—"

"But that woman got shot in the leg, Mom."

"She'll live, son. Everyone is upset and hurt by what happened. They had to act out those feelings. But it's calm now."

Califia smoothed hair from Erik's eyes.

"Somebody needs a haircut," she teased.

"You!" he said pulling a clump of her hair.

"Ow! Boy!" she chirped slapping at his hand.

Erik giggled.

N'Jobu was glad that he wasn't traumatized by the shocking events of the day.

Erik fell asleep and Califia eased him off of her belly and tucked him between them. N'Jobu reached over and stroked Califia's arm.

"I'm still so angry. If they were watching all of us, then they knew there were children in that house. They didn't care. Willing to kill our babies—"

"Shh, Califia. Not now. Don't wake him."

She stared at her hands.

"Look at my hands. They still shake. God, I want to strangle whoever did that to us. I just saw that rubble and knew Erik was under it."

She grew quiet.

"Califia?"

"You think he's okay? He seems calm about all of this."

"I think he's fine. No one was seriously hurt and we all came together quickly. There was no chaos like…like last time."

"I needed to be here for this…"

"But?"

"Maybe it was a mistake. Bringing him here. I could've come by myself…"

"We needed to be here together. All of us—"

"Don't just say that to make me feel better, N'Jobu."

"We can't control the actions of our enemies. The march was an overwhelming success."

"But after the march, we'll get blamed for what happened."

"People acted out of legitimate frustration and anger about what happened to Soleil's home. It was another attack on Lia's good name, and if people destroyed a few police vehicles and buildings, so be it. Why are you smiling?"

She shook her head, her smile deepening.

"What would the old N'Jobu say about you talking like this?"

"The old me was naïve and corrupt."

"Corrupt?"

"Corrupted by privilege. Isolation. Willful ignorance."

Her eyes rested on their son.

"He'll really be okay, right?"

"Yes."

She eased her head on a pillow and closed her eyes.

He drifted in and out of sleep. Their journey into the future would begin soon and he fretted about it until he saw Bakari wake up and go into the kitchen. N'Jobu followed him.

"Couldn't stay sleep," Bakari said pouring himself some instant coffee.

"Me neither. Part of me wants to run out and just beat the hell out of anyone affiliated with the police, and another part of me knows that it could be anyone out there against Black people."

Bakari nodded.

They sat at the kitchen table together and listened to the loud ticking of the grandfather clock in the living room.

"Erik?"

"Good. So far. He wasn't there so he's only concerned about where they will live. Marisol and Ines will have to process this."

"Marisol was laughing with Andres last I heard before I went to bed. Ines said she's been through worse, so…I don't know. Maybe this will pass by for them without much scarring."

"Bakari. When we return to the States, I will need your help with some legal things."

"Like?"

"I'm planning some things and it involves my family. I'll give you more details when there aren't so many ears around, but it's very serious and I need your complete confidence and discretion."

"Whatever you need man."

N'Jobu walked into the living room and peeked out of the large front window. He could see a few neighbors standing guard outside the gated yard, and not much foot traffic or cars rolling through since the police blocked off access near the house. He hoped things had really calmed down, but his gut told him to be ready for anything.

###

The local news was in a frenzy, but the story about the firebombing was picked up on international channels. N'Jobu laid low indoors with Erik. Califia moved in and out of the house to make statements with the press alongside Soliel. Later that day the family went to salvage personal items from the destroyed home. N'Jobu watched the children and cooked for them, checking his kimoyo beads for Califia from time to time.

The march organizers had a debriefing meeting that Soliel insisted on participating in that evening. Dante had a return flight back to Oakland, so goodbyes were given and Califia saw her father off in a cab before she headed out with Soliel. They were gone for hours, and when he didn't hear from them after too much time had passed without a check-in, he grew concerned. He asked Bakari to watch the children while he set out to track her with the kimoyo bead planted on her.

He tried Califia's cell phone, but she didn't answer it. Soliel didn't answer hers either and when he drove a few blocks away from the house, Califia's phone number popped up on his cell.

"Califia?"

The voice on the other end spoke rapid Portuguese and N'Jobu couldn't make out the words. It wasn't his woman speaking. He pulled over and parked. He saw a police vehicle on the corner and there were people lingering outside as the evening settled down.

"Hold on. I don't understand…too fast…slow down…vá mais devagar! Where is my wife?"

The voice became shrill. The only thing he understood was his name and Califia's.

"Hold on for a minute, please!"

Clutching the phone to his chest, N'Jobu swept his eyes back to the police car ahead of him. Something made him leave the car where it was and walk discreetly back to the house.

"Erik, come here!"

Erik bounded out of the bedroom. Bakari stepped out of the kitchen.

"What's up man?" Bakari asked wiping down a plate.

"Someone's on the phone and I can't figure out what they're saying. They're using Califia's phone."

Bakari reached for the cell.

"I can talk to them."

"It sounds urgent and Erik's Portuguese is better."

Erik took the phone.

N'Jobu tapped his beads and he could see that Califia was alive and stationary, but she wasn't where she was supposed to be. He wished he had given her a 4D bead, but he couldn't take the chance of his brother scanning it and discovering his whereabouts or seeing Califia with it.

"Baba, this woman says that the police raided Mom's meeting…the phone cut off."

N'Jobu felt his heart leap to his throat.

Andres and Soliel's mother stepped into the house carrying bags of groceries.

"Mestre, I need you to call Califia's phone back. Something has happened."

Andres took the cell and put it on speakerphone.

The woman answered again but her voice was quieter like she was trying to whisper.

"Turn on the TV!" Andres shouted.

Bakari snapped on the television and N'Jobu's eyes and ears were split between the cell and the news.

"Okay, that was one of the organizers—"

"Mãe," Erik said holding onto Soliel's mother whose hands shook.

N'Jobu held onto the woman's arm and helped her sit down on the couch.

"What is happening?!" N'Jobu demanded.

"The women were having a meeting and the police went there to charge Soliel with inciting a riot and there was shooting. An officer was killed and—"

All eyes went to the TV as reports of the dead cop was announced.

"Where are they?" Bakari asked.

Three women were seated on the curb of a street in handcuffs and N'Jobu recognized them from being in his house days earlier. There was no sign of Califia or Soliel. Aunjanue wasn't seen either.

"Shoot out?" Andres said with an incredulous voice as the TV reporter made ridiculous claims, "My daughter would never have a weapon—"

"Shh," Mãe said patting his arm.

"Baba," Erik said.

His son stepped next to him and held his arm.

"It's okay, Son. Your mother is fine."

He almost convinced himself.

The threads were coming together to tell a story that N'Jobu didn't like. Cops raiding Soliel's organization. He could imagine Califia or Soliel popping off and the cops retaliating for accusations and calling out names for Lia's murder. They had to be on the run if that many police were parading in front of the TV cameras. They would've ditched their cell phones to keep from being tracked.

When the news report went to commercial, N'Jobu turned to face Andres.

"They won't be able to come here. Where can they go that will be safe?" N'Jobu asked.

He couldn't let on that he had the exact location of the women. Picking them up from wherever they were would not be a problem for him, but if they were in deep and actually did kill a cop, he'd have to get Califia out of the country.

"They would head out of the city," Andres said.

N'Jobu held onto Erik's hand. His eyes glanced at N'Jobu's beads and then they were on his father's face. The boy was quick.

N'Jobu ran through plans in his head. They would have to leave all of their belongings at the rental property. There was nothing there they needed. Erik had his mother's laptop there with him. N'Jobu would leave it with Bakari to take back to the States.

The landline rang.

They looked at one another and then Andres answered it.

The man listened to whoever was on the line and his body language relaxed. He hung up and took a deep breath.

"They are fine, but hiding out with Besouro in his apartment. They can't stay there long because the police will probably start locking down streets since a cop was killed. There is now a manhunt for them."

That meant they had names.

That also meant that Califia couldn't leave the country by plane or car. She was stuck.

Unless…

"We can get Aunjanue and Soliel to the Mantiqueira Mountains, but Califia would have to stay with them," Andres said.

Erik's body grew tense against him.

"No. I will get her out of the country," N'Jobu said.

"Man, how you gonna do that? They will have this place crawling with cops, and they will be out for blood," Bakari said.

"Baba," Erik murmured.

Marisol walked into the room rubbing her eyes. Mãe ushered her back into the room she came from napping in.

"I will get her out of here."

N'Jobu's words were final.

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He was taking a huge risk.

N'Jobu had War Dog allies all over the planet, but what he was attempting to do now could risk the greater mission if it failed.

He stayed secretive as he rode in a cab with Erik and Andres.

Favors had been called in from Andres's cadre of capoeira supporters and close family friends. Spiriting away three wanted women was going to be a delicate task. The police already had a woman in custody who was Soliel's right-hand soldier and she wasn't speaking to anyone but a lawyer. Bakari stayed in Andre's home contacting lawyer friends back home and discreetly checking to see if there was someone who could help him with Brazilian law where it pertained to American citizens accused of crimes.

Changing cabs a few times and walking for the last leg of getting to Besouro's apartment was tough, especially for Erik whose anxiety about his mother spiked tremendously. Entering the back of the twenty-story apartment building, N'Jobu used his kimoyo beads to scramble cameras outside the apartment and inside as they rode an elevator.

He was able to breathe normally the moment Califia was in his arms.

"Jobu!" she cried out when she saw him.

He hugged her so hard that he squeezed the breath from her chest.

"Don't talk about anything, not in front of Erik," he whispered in her ear.

She nodded and he released her to comfort their son. Erik did his best to appear brave but it didn't stop a few tears from trekking down his face once he was back with his mother.

Time wasn't wasted and Andres gave Soliel and Aunjanue wigs that Mãe sent with him and a change of clothes. They waited an hour and then one of Andre's friends called from a hidden car out on the street.

"Cali," Soliel said.

All the women hugged. There were no tears among them, just reassuring touches and kisses. Andres ushered them out.

Besouro cooked for them and they watched the news. Erik held onto his mother until she made him go lay down in Besouro's bedroom.

"Show me your roof access," N'Jobu said.

Confused, Besouro took him to the stairs of the apartment and they walked up ten flights.

"How will you leave here?" Besouro asked.

"I have a plan. We'll be leaving later tonight."

"Why do you need to see the roof?"

"Don't worry about."

"Don't worry about it? Are you insane? How can I not? I have to make sure Califia and Erik—"

"I will take care of my family."

Besouro's eyes look heated.

"They are my family too. They all are. Even you."

The man's voice grew soft.

N'Jobu held out his hand and Besouro clasped it in his and shook it.

"Thank you for protecting them. I promise you; I will take care of them and send you word when we are safe."

Besouro nodded, but N'Jobu could see great doubt there. The man was terrified. And he was putting his own life on the line for harboring fugitives.

"I'm going back down," Besouro said.

N'Jobu watched the man leave. When he was certain that he was alone he tapped his kimoyo bead.

"Lixesha lokuba ndimke."

Indeed.

It was time to leave.

"Your Highness, we shall arrive in exactly one hour. We have your coordinates."

"Thank you, Yonela," N'Jobu said into his beads.

He walked back down to the apartment and joined his family inside Besouro's bedroom.

"Listen to me carefully," he said standing in front of Califia and Erik as they sat on the bed.

Their questioning eyes made him smile.

"We are leaving the country. At midnight."

"I can't get on a plane, N'Jobu. I can't even drive out of Sao Paolo," she said.

"What about our stuff at the house?" Erik asked.

"That can be replaced later. When we get to Oakland we'll have to stay at my apartment. Understand?"

They both nodded.

He touched Califia's hair and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Ten minutes before midnight, N'Jobu gathered his family and walked them into the living room.

"Don't follow us," N'Jobu warned.

Erik and Califia hugged Besouro and he looked so lost and helpless to N'Jobu.

"Send me word," Besouro said.

N'Jobu nodded then herded Erik and Califia out of the apartment.

They all stayed quiet walking up the stairs and when they reached the roof, they stared at him.

"What's going to happen Baba?"

Erik's earnest eyes made N'Jobu pat his shoulder.

"You shall see, my Son."

Califia's eyes just took in the roof.

"Baba!"

Erik touched the gums on his lower lip. Califia stared at her arms and hands.

N'Jobu could feel the vibration in his body too and turned to face the sky.

"Mom, look!"

Erik pointed above them as streaks of neon blue lit the black sky.

"What…?"

Califia couldn't even finish her sentence as the sky above them appeared to ripple as if someone threw a pebble into a placid dark lake. They were all enveloped in the ticklish field of the multi-spectral camouflage shield. Erik held his fingers up to try and touch the shield but then a loud gasp escaped his throat and Califia's as a Wakandan Battle Cruiser shimmered into full view above them.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Califia shrieked.

N'Jobu enveloped her hand in his.

"Baba!" Erik shouted jumping up and down.

The large Cruiser spun around and hovered at the edge of the roof. A large ramp silently eased out from it and two soldiers walked down the ramp.

"Your Highness."

Captain Yonela Majola greeted him with gentle eyes. Her second in command Lt. Deyi looked around the roof to make sure it was secure. His eyes took in N'Jobu's family and when he stared at the Prince, he gave a respectful head nod in deference.

"No matter what happens, you did not see these two. Understood?" N'Jobu commanded.

"Yes, your Highness," they said in unison.

They stepped aside making room for him and his family.

"Come," N'Jobu said holding Erik's hand. Califia walked right next to him, the ship overwhelming her senses.

"I can't believe this," she whispered.

Onboard, the rest of Yonela's crew bowed to him.

"Where would you like to sit, Prince N'Jobu?" Yonela asked.

Erik's eyes made N'Jobu chuckle.

"In the front for now," N'Jobu said.

"We are on course to rendezvous with a Royal Shadow Fighter in Guyana in good time. We will have to stay in hover mode for a day before we can transfer you," Yonela said, "It is the only way I can keep this operation covert."

"That is fine, Captain," N'Jobu said.

Lt. Deyi guided Erik and Califia to empty high-backed gray seats behind the Captain's floating chair.

"Baba, it's not attached to anything. How is that possible?" Erik whispered.

"I will tell you later. We have to leave right away. Califia, are you comfortable?"

Califia sat back in her chair. She looked around for a seatbelt and then her eyes regarded his. He sat next to her and took her hand.

"Whoa," she yelped when the gravity belts secured them.

Her eyes gazed down at her waist and then she touched her shoulders.

"I feel something, but there's nothing here," she said.

Yonela took her position in the floating chair. The chair turned around to face them.

"May I, your Highness?" Yonela asked.

"Proceed," N'Jobu said, taking delight in his family getting a feel of his old world.

Yonela's eyes took in his family.

"You do not exist," Yonela said.

Erik's eyes were bright. Califia was cautious and a bit nervous.

"We are loyal to our Prince. We would die for him. We will get you home safe…"

Yonela's English was simple and clear. She slowed down to make sure they understood every word. She handed them kimoyo beads from her bracelet.

"Keep these on you. They will hide you in plain sight on board this ship. I can communicate with you while you have them. Understand?"

They nodded.

"Good. Welcome aboard."

Yonela floated back around

"At your stations!" she commanded.

The other soldiers took their positions and Yonela swiped her hand in front of her face. Touching a glowing magenta rectangle near her right hand, she took her index finger and thumb widening the rectangle. As she did that, the viewscreen window before them widened.

"Wow!" Erik said.

Califia's eyes were wider too as they took in the landscape of the city.

"May I proceed, Your Highness?" Yonela said.

"Proceed," N'Jobu said.

Yonela's left hand swiped another small floating screen and they all felt the engines rev and the Cruiser floated forward.

The smooth ascent gave them more spectacular views of Sao Paulo. Califia pointed to their left.

"Those are the Mantiqueira Mountains," she said.

N'Jobu held her hand.

"They'll make it, my love," he said.

"Erik," Yonela said.

"Yes?" he answered.

Yonela tapped Lt. Deyi's shoulder and the man stood up from his floating seat in front of Erik.

"Would you like to sit next to me?"

Yonela's eyes twinkled as she turned her head to look back at Erik. The gray hair peppering her short dark curls were the only give away that she was much older than she looked. She was sixty and barely looked forty.

"Can I Baba?"

N'Jobu's eyes met Yonela's. He hadn't been openly forthright with letting her know that this was his own family. He had told the Captain that they were a mother and child he was close to and that they needed help escaping undetected.

Yonela's eyes looked even gentler after she received confirmation.

"Go ahead," N'Jobu said.

Erik wiggled in his seat, and the gravity belt released him. He jumped onto the floating chair.

"Easy, JaJa," Califia said, still holding N'Jobu's hand.

"You see that button there?" Yonela asked pointing to a glowing yellow circle.

"Yes."

"Tap it two times," she said.

Erik did and the lights inside the ship grew dim until it was almost completely dark and just the glow of the night sky and the lights of the city enveloped them.

"Good job, young Prince," Yonela said.

Erik's eyes gazed at the woman, and then he looked back at N'Jobu in wonderment.

Yonela's fingers moved swiftly across her floating controls.

"Stealth mode engaged. Radio silence maintained…"

The rest of the soldiers went about their normal duties.

Yonela kept the cruising altitude low so that Erik could watch them travel over the country of Brazil. N'Jobu felt Califia squeeze his hand and when he looked over at her, there was water in her eyes.

"Come with me," he said releasing her from her seat.

He took her to the upper level of the ship where there were showers and sleeping quarters. Grabbing fresh white cotton loungewear from a closet, he waved his hand for privacy and several soldiers moved away from their section.

He helped her remove all of her clothing before taking his off and led her into a shower stall, locking the shower door behind them. Fully lit with plenty of room for the two of them, he took soap and shampoo from the dispensers and lathered her hair and body as she wept, the stress pouring out of her. He held her, and when she was rinsed off, he made her sit on the shower bench with him. Rocking her in his arms he allowed her to cry until no more tears came.

He pulled her into the body dryer and when they were ready, they dressed in the comfortable and clingy loungewear.

"This way," he said.

She followed him to an empty wall in a corner and watched him wave his hand over a section of it and a bed slid out from the wall.

"Lay down."

She crawled onto the small comfortable bed and he climbed in after her and wrapped his arms around her.

"When you are ready, tell me everything."

She nodded and fell asleep on his chest.

The hum of the ship rocked them both into a much-needed rest.

Chapter 30 HERE.

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Own It

Own It

Drake (September 9, 2013)

Admittedly, when I first heard this song I was a bit stunned by how direct it was. You have Drake much earlier in the album lamenting about his strained relationship with Nicki and how she won't talk to him, then in this song Drake is fed up and tells her she "should call." This melodic rap song focuses on Drake venting his feelings to a woman who doesn't understand how much she means to him. Drake opens the song with, "You're still the one that I adore/Ain't much out there to have feelings for/Guess whose it is?" It's been cited, quoted, and well documented that Drake has (at this point) made his adoration for Nicki very public. They might not have been talking to each other, but he wants her to know that he still loves her and that she still has a hold on him. Leading up to the chorus Drake sings, "Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust/Next time I stand tall, I wanna be standin' for you/And next time I spend, I want it all to be for you." Drake is talking about deepening their relationship and pulling more out of Nicki. He sees a future for the both of them and wants to place emphasis on growing with her. During this time Nicki was really giving Drake the cold shoulder. In an interview with Dj Whoo Kid where she got asked about Drake and his relationship with Young Money, Nicki replied: "No, I'm Young Money til the death of me. Drake can do what Drake do but Nicki Minaj is a whole different person. I think your team is your team. Who gives a fuck about trying to be different? I'm always going to want my team to be a part of my project, no matter what, in some way." Ouch.

But despite Nicki intentionally avoiding him, Drake wants her to "own it". Own his heart. Drake gets a lot more personal in his second verse where he talks about the effects that fame has had on his life. His ex wants him to apologize, women that he's been sleeping with are trying to get him caught up, and journalist keep prying into his life. Despite everyone around him walking around with their hand out or demanding his attention — he can't seem to talk to the one woman he wants to talk to. Drake raps, "You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me, girl/You don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me." Nicki tells him that she loves him and that she cares about him, but she doesn't do it in the way that he wants her to do it. "'Cause you got the Batphone and my work line/You should call." Nicki has all of the means to talk to him; she just chooses not to. Towards the end Drake raps: "Broken telephone for every single conversation/By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days." It's like a game of telephone. Drake has to talk through mutual friends just to communicate with her, but by the time Nicki hears, his message has been chopped and screwed from its original meaning causing a massive disconnect. But even with all that frustration Drake assures her that "it's always gonna be yours."

[misterbitches]

i think what bugs me the most about people being lazy and not wanting to read or pushing a narrative of something you didn't say or do onto you, then saying something about the method of delivery, and then getting their hackles raised at anything that pushes back (i do this too. like many times i overreact because i didnt read something right, or i don't think that maybe i don't need to be heard, or i take on a more combative tone even if someone agrees. so i need to de-escalate for myself as well and be aware....) esp on the basis of length and some grammar and syntax issues—not necessarily the content itself—is that i like....edit for a living.

i have a dumb BA and i have my MFA. i copy-edit on the side as a side-job and i am good at it. i am a literal video editor, a script editor, a scriptwriter, and artist. so like not only did i "train" in that, i have experience, and like.... im good at it. but that's my WORK like that's LITERALLY MY CAREER so when im on the internet i'm not trying to write a fucking thesis that's so intense and edited. i do that for my career and it's effort. this is me time, leisure time, im not being judged or graded and i don't need to put my whole back into something that is largely inconsequential. i'm typing from the top of the fucking dome and that's it man like there's a diff between a thing that takes me 5m to write and something i have to edit a trillion times on top of my learning disabilities and adhd. which isnt a fucking death sentence. adhd helps me be more creative, my LDs are what lead me to art, i'm intelligent and talented even if i hate myself and it's painful. idk how many times i can say this you know. someone said to me once "you're obviously not a native eng speaker" and fucking obviously i am but that wasnt the issue it was saying i can't construct sentences or whatever when im literally just stream of consciousness and it is just so invalidating. i dont like saying it but it's literally people calling you stupid for something you're not trying to heavily regulate because you ARE ALWAYS SELF-REGULATING.

honestly i get shocked at my typos or ways i word things if i re-read them but in my brain it just comes out that way. it doesnt always make sense either idk i try and say it. but i dont want to call it ableist it's just weird. fucking weird and it feels soooooo fucking bad bc i already know lmao im sorry man sometimes commas look like periods and i think im typing in the right tense or the right word but im not idk what to tell ya. u can edit it for me if u want

yesterday i couldnt focus at all like i was watching history (surprise) and had to keep rewinding because my brain started to trail off and i would stare at this box. or ill be thinking about something else the whole time. then i get anxious and try and concentrate and i cant. it's a lot of adrenaline buddy and our brains are like rubber or whatever ok im built different ;-;

other things adhd makes fun:

- when you receive your THC and it takes you hours to use it because your brain is trailing off. DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE TO WAIT FOR UR BRAIN TO STOP PROCRASTINATING TO HAVE FUN? dumbest thing ever esp since ppl w impulse issues <3 drugs cos we r sad every1 thinks we r STUPID

- when u literally just stare at the same page for like 10m. when it takes u all fucking day to watch 5 minutes of a stupid BL bc ur brain is like THIS THEN THIS THEN THIS THEN THIS AND WHAT IS THAT? THEN THIS THEN THIS THEN THIS esp for me as a FILMMAKEURRRR AN ARTISTE A PRETENTIOUS BITCH i cant turn it the fuck off

- WITHOUT INSURANCE MY MEDS ARE 400 DOLLARS SO IF YOU GIVE ME THAT MONEY, I WILL LISTEN TO YOU

this is something i've talked abotu a lot and ppl who know me know that i really struggle with this. maybe that's why i turned to art i dont know but i think there is a gap between people who are willing to read and people who just aren't and then dont bother. but i feel like you should sort of take the time to maybe understand a person may have diff communication styles. like i can understand people or try my best if they dont have a great grasp on english. we know what the fuck communication is. there's this one troll i know of who literally just types nonsense because he doesn't know what he's talking about, he's a dick, and he's not a native eng speaker. that's a time where i'm like i literally cannot with this person because i dont think he even tries lmao. i just ignore him bc he says dumb shit now so maybe if someone thinks that of me they should just move it righgt along ithink im just going to start being a dick and calling eveyrone ableist and start acting like the ~*~*~*snowflake~**~~*~* they dont like bc bitch if im sad we all sad now

i also find it IRONIC when non black ppl comment on a flow or whatever since u all love to use our words wrong bitch back off if u cant say nigga i take 0 writing advice from u

all this is to say i know it's not cos of my adhd and learning disorders since i can do my jobs efficiently. i think that......people are just upset when u critique something that has nothing to do with them as a person but they tied their identity to it so now we all have to suffer im sorry that you...idk don't care about the world? who knows, what do you want? lol