#UK RAP

[thatztyv]

Still Yours

Description:

- Just a baby daddy and his baby mother

Word Count:

- 1.7k

Rɪʟᴇʏ Jᴏɴᴇs

(rie-lee joe-ons)

"Daddy", Tiana squealed as she ran to Oakley and jumped on him.

"Hey princess", he chuckled. "Where's mommy?"

"Over there", she said and pointed at me as he set her down.

He walked over to me and flashed a smile.

"Hey Riley."

"Oakley", I said as I placed some party bags on the table.

"Now why you acting like that?"

"You want me to jump up and down and act excited?", I said raising a brow at him.

"Preferably", he said making me laugh.

"Nigga you wish."

My mom walked over to us and greeted Oakley.

"Hey Oakley it's good to see you again", she said as she gave him a quick hug.

"Hey Mrs.Jones it's been a while."

"Every time I turn around he somewhere far off", I said and rolled my eyes. "I'm surprised he made it."

"Well I couldn't miss our daughters sixth birthday. That's unforgivable", he said and playfully poked out his bottom lip.

"How long you here for?", my mom asked.

"Rest of the month."

"Well make sure you come by my house before you leave this time", she said and patted his back.

"Yes ma'am."

Her phone started ringing.

"It's your dad, I'll be back", she said.

"Ok", I hummed.

"So how you been baby?", Oakley asked once she walked away.

"Baby is crazy", I chuckled as I walked over to the sweets table on the other side of the room. Oakley following behind me like a lost puppy.

"You want me to call you love, babe, or if you're feeling spicy señorita."

"Riley is just fine Oakley", I hummed as I fixed the cupcake tray.

"Stop calling me Oakley. It's too formal."

"Well what else do you want me to call you?", I sighed as I looked at him.

"Cench, Cee, baby", he said and wiggled his eyebrows.

"I didn't even call you Cench when we was together and I'm definitely not starting now. And the other two... uhnt uh. Imma stick with Oakley."

"You ain't have a problem calling me Cee and baby a few weeks ago", he said and pressed up against my back side.

"That was a spur of the moment thing", I said pushing him off me.

"I bet it was", he chuckled.

.✿.

"I saw y'all two over there", Lana said as I came and sat with them. "Y'all back together."

"No and we never will be", I said as I watched Tiana play with her friends.

"Mmhm, not with the way he was all up on you", Remi chuckled.

"Chile please, I can't stand Oakley", I said making them look at me.

"Now you know", Remi started.

"Both of y'all still want each other but y'all tryna deny the fact", Lana said.

"Like everyone around y'all can see it. Flirting and going on", Remi said. "I know y'all still be kissing and shit when nobody around."

"We kissed twice since we broke up."

"How many times y'all fucked though?", Lana asked making me playfully roll my eyes.

"That ain't y'all business", I chuckled making them laugh.

"That's what I thought. Y'all minus well stop acting delirious and get back together."

"Oh no ma'am. He aggravates my soul", I said and shook my head.

"Obviously he must not be that aggravating if y'all still fucking", Remi chuckled.

"He's aggravating to an extent."

"So he's aggravating when y'all just being causal and co-parenting. But he not aggravating when he's fucking you?"

"Exactly", I said making them laugh.

"You is a mess", Remi chuckled.

.✿.

"Can I go to daddy's house tonight?", Tiana asked running up to me.

"If daddy says yes then you can go baby", I said pushing some of her hair out her face.

"Daddy can I stay with you tonight?", she said turning to him standing beside me.

"Of course you can baby", Oakley said with a smile.

Tiana smiled before running back over to her friends.

"Mommy are you going to stay the night too?", Oakley asked getting behind me and wrapping his arms around me.

"Hell nah", I said and pried his arms off me.

"Why not?", he chuckled.

"Cause if I come over there imma hurt you cause you get on my nerves."

He laughed.

"Am I that bad?"

"The worst", I huffed sarcastically.

.✿.

I felt my phone vibrating beside me, making me groan.

I picked it up and saw it was Oakley. I rolled my eyes and declined it.

'If there's a problem he'll call my momma and she'll call me. I'm sleeping', I mumbled, getting comfortable again.

After a few minutes it rung again.

I sighed and just answered.

"You up?", Oakley asked after it connected.

I could see he had his side lamp on and could hear something playing in the background.

"There is literally no reason for you to be FaceTiming me right now", I groaned. "Where my daughter at? She ok?"

"Tiana's our daughter and she's asleep, she's good. So calm down sweetheart", he chuckled.

"Oakley it's four in the morning, the hell is you calling me for if Tiana not in need of something."

"I just wanted to talk to you Riley", he said making me roll my eyes.

"What you want?", I sighed.

"Come over", he said innocently.

I looked at him like he was crazy. Cause he is crazy.

"Oakley if you don't get off my phone playing."

"I miss you baby", he chuckled. "Come home."

"Take your horny ass to bed Oakley."

He scoffed playfully.

"I gotta be horny to call you and tell you I miss you? I just wanna talk."

"I know you ain't just tryna talk. You wanting some pussy and you ain't getting it. Good night Cee!", I said and blew him a kiss before hanging up.

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

You called me Cee, you do miss me 🥹

Riley 🫀 laughed at a message

Riley 🫀

Go to sleep

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

Please come over🥺

Riley 🫀

Night night, Love you Oakley 😚

Baby Daddy 🤸🏾‍♀️

Awwww

I knew you still loved me😏

Love you too Riley 🤭

Riley 🫀

You're delusional 😐

Blocking you for the rest of the night

.✿.

I knocked on Oakleys front door and looked around.

After a few minutes the door opened, revealing a shirtless Oakley.

I looked over his chest as I had a flashback from the last time I was here.

Oakley decreased the speed of his strokes and repositioned himself to thrust deeper inside me.

Each thrust caused a loud gasp to escape my throat.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to mine.

I gripped at his shirt, nearly ripping it, as he gave me slow deep strokes.

"Cee.. baby to- too deep", I cried out.

He rolled his hips smoothly as I continued to call out his name.

'Oh my god', I sighed to myself as I regained my composure.

"Where's Tiana?", I asked making eye contact with him.

"You're mom came and got her earlier to go shopping. They'll be back later", he said with a smirk.

"So you had me drive all the way out here to get her and she not even here", I said and he just stood there with that smirk on his face. "Ooh you make me sick."

"Since you're here", he started with a chuckle. "You wanna come in and wait?"

"No, I'll wait in my car", I said flashing him a feeble smile before turning around.

"Nonsense", he said grabbing my arm and pulling me inside.

He closed the door behind me and pushed me up against it.

"Stop acting like you don't want me", he mumbled as he pressed hisself against me.

"I'm not acting", I said and bit my lip. I looked over his face and down his chest before looking him in his eyes.

He put his head in the crook of my neck, gently kissing my sweet spot. I moaned quietly as I felt myself melting from his touch.

"Cee...fuck", I mumbled when he bit my neck softly.

He was making me wet and as I much as I want to hate it, I can't.

"I thought you didn't want to call me Cee", he said with a smirk after he pulled back.

"Shut up", I said before pulling him in for a rough kiss.

.✿.

"Just be my girlfriend again", he groaned as I traced over his tattoos.

"Oakley", I sighed.

"Riley we should stop playing games and be for real with ourselves."

I sighed as I laid my head on his chest and looked out the window.

I felt Oakley's fingertips lightly trace over the tattoo on my back, a faint smile spreading on my lips.

I can't lie. I missed moments like this.

He moved my hair out the way as he leaned down to place a kiss on the base of my neck.

"Please Riley?" He hummed and pressed another kiss into the crook of my neck. He stayed there as his thumb rubbed circles on my waist.

I pulled myself up and hummed as I shifted my body so I straddled his waist, "One more time."

Oakley looked at me with a small smile and an admiring look, caressing my waist, hips, and thighs, making me bite my lip.

I cupped his face and pulled him in for a kiss. He groaned as I slipped my tongue into his mouth.

Both his hands move down to my butt grabbing my cheeks gently. I moaned softly into his mouth.

He pulled back, grinning as he spread his fingers over the backs of my thighs.

.✿.

"Mommy", Tiana said running up to me.

"Hi baby. Did you have fun with grandma?", I said picking her up.

"Yes she got my nails painted", she said and showed me her nails.

"They're so cute baby", I cooed making her smile.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome", I said before kissing her forehead.

"Hi princess", Oakley said as he tickled her chin.

"Hi daddy", she said between laughs.

"You wanna show mommy what I got for you're birthday?"

"Yes", she said smiling.

"Go get it."

"Ok."

I let her down and she ran off to her room.

"So what's this?", my mom asked turning to me and Oakley.

"What's what?", I asked raising a brow.

"I know y'all wasn't in here talking."

Oakley let out a hysterical laugh.

"I just got here", I lied.

"Sure", she chuckled. "We'll see if you just got here in a few months."

"What you mean by that?", I asked crossing my arms.

"Just know I love my granddaughter", she chuckled.

"Momma", I scolded playfully as I realized what she meant. "I am not having no more kids."

"We'll see about that", Oakley mumbled making me elbow him.

My mom just laughed.

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M.I.A

[party-in-the-front]

Another Pete and Bas screenshot study

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Pity Party

a/n: first time uploading one of my cench fics feeling nervous - let me know if you want a smut for pt2!

pairing: central cee x fem!oc

summary: after a celebratory dinner takes a wrong turn, Michaela makes sure Oakley gets all he deserves

cw: light mention of neglect

"Soooo, big two four next week Cench! What ya up to for tha then lad?"

Oakley smiled weakly before taking a hold of his glass and taking a long swig of the tropical cocktail. He was out for dinner with a few work associates, his girlfriend Michaela, Marvin and Harrison celebrating the plaques he'd received recently for his music in a posh little bar & grill in the city - he didn't want to be here though. Being grilled with questions from his associates as if he were a ribeye steak wasn't exactly his ideal evening, nor was being out surrounded by so many people. The man never really was a social butterfly and he struggled a lot at events like this even now after his rise to fame. In the middle of dinner, he'd grabbed Michaela's hand under the table as his nerves grew exponentially and his patience was wearing thin; he'd considered just leaving far too many times already but Kayla had forced him to stay to be polite.

"Not a party?"

Marvin's eyes flicked up at the question already knowing where this was headed having heard the story far too many times from a drunk, blabbering mouth, through clouds of smoke. He thought about shutting it down, but it sounded too suspicious for him - he simply couldn't do much at all. The man could see Oakley visibly panic across the table and nervously take another gulp of his drink, which he said he didn't even like the taste of originally, but he seemed to have changed his mind about that one. This truly was a recipe for disaster.

"No I erm, never had one so is just not the forefront of my mind to be fair"

Oakley and Marvin's eyes both cautiously scanned around the table, seeing all the shocked and even pitiful expressions emerge in reaction. Marvin felt bad, really bad. Not because he'd never had a birthday party before, he'd pitied him for that already so long ago. But because he knew the man was about to receive a hounding. Lacey, the woman who helped design a lot of his merchandise, was sat beside Marvin and probably the one with the worst reaction of all. She almost grimaced, obviously assuming it was due to growing up dirt poor or something which well, wasn't untrue. Just not the reason Oakley had confessed to before. He'd finished his drink by now too, so he couldn't drown his anxiety in a disgusting mango concoction made with cheap rum anymore and he regretted gulping it all down so quickly.

"Erm, my parents were erm never really uno, around like tha so like, birthdays didn't get thought about"

His face resembled that of a hurt puppy by the end of his response, tears visibly welling up in his eyes and his nose dusted with pink. People around the table began to relax themselves promptly after seeing Oakley's reaction to their badgering. Michaela had begun to gently caress the back of his hand with her thumb in an attempt to soothe him even the slightest bit but she didn't get very far. Anxiety flowing through his veins meant his arms and hands were all tensing unrelentingly leaving the veins beneath his skin to show far more than they really should. She could feel the slight tremor in his frame as she shifted a little closer to his side to subtly comfort the man and the tenseness of his entire body. His knee was bouncing rapidly under the table and he was glad it wasn't visible to his company.

"Oh you poor thing"

Celaine, a lady who helped design his music covers, was the first to speak up again and she regretted even considering the comment as soon as she did. Oakley abruptly pushed his seat out causing a horrible scratching noise to echo and made a beeline for the toilets. He couldn't breathe at that table, it felt like everyone was crowding around him when actually no one had moved an inch. Michaela jumped up quickly following after her boyfriend filled with anger for the others and sadness for him. It was rare that he ever acted like this with other people, but they were evidently pushing his buttons and he couldn't take it any longer.

"Sweetheart..."

The girl had walked straight into the men's where she knew she'd find him, quickly realising how disgusting these toilets were for such a high-end place and decidedly took no notice; she had better things to do than grimace at tissue paper stuck to the mirrors and piss on the floor. A sniffle echoed in the empty bathroom and Kayla's heart ripped into a million shreds at the sound as she wrapped her arms around his small frame and pulled him into her chest tightly. She couldn't even begin to express how sad she felt for him in this moment, and how much she hated his team for pressing so much. Over the months of working with them, the couple had grown to love Celaine, Lacey and all the others but all of it had soon been diminished because they couldn't just keep their traps shut.

"We don't have to do anything love, or think about your past okay?"

The man nodded, still tucked firmly into his girlfriend and practically clinging onto her shoulders for dear life.

And so when Oakley's birthday eventually did roll around, Michaela had planned not a single thing. Of course, she'd planned gifts and what to eat but she did that most days so it was nothing out of the ordinary. The man had finally indulged in a lie-in for the first time this year - he hadn't the time what with all the work and travelling he'd been doing - so he was snoring way into the afternoon and eventually rose around 3 pm to the smell of hot chocolates and something else sweet. It was far too warm in his room, and even the house, so he had decided against putting last night's t-shirt back on and promptly followed the sugary aromas drifting upstairs to the kitchen where he found Michaela.

"I was just about to come wake you"

On the counter were stacks of syrup-smothered pancakes and waffles with mugs of hot chocolate and a big bowl of sliced fruit ready for his birthday breakfast, tho it was more tea than breakfast. Michaela was beaming at him showing a big toothy grin and he was sure he was reciprocating it, but he couldn't tell. He stood in amazement for a few seconds scanning over the sweet treats and then his girlfriend's face before pulling her into his arms. He kissed her on the cheek and thanked her about a million times before eventually giving her a long kiss on the lips.

"You've smudged my lippie now you dickhead"

"No calling the birthday boy names my love"

The couple fell into fits of laughter still holding onto each other like it was the last time they were to touch before they realised the breakfast would probably go cold soon and took it all to the living room. It was rare they ever ate in there because Oakley was very strict about the tidiness of the house but today was an exception of course. Michaela already had the tv set on Disney Plus ready for Oakley to come down and watch his favourite kids' movie: Lady & The Tramp. He sat and ate his birthday breakfast gleefully, focused intently on the movie playing on the tv with a goofy smile on his face the entire time. The girl could've sworn she'd never seen him so happy in his life, which would most definitely be an overstatement, but he did look happy as hell and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. That light that filled his face when he was just so freely happy was addicting and she would drink it up all day and all night if she could - it was just so beautiful. The dimples beside his lips, the wrinkles under his eyes and the way his cheeks puffed up - he was a sight for sore eyes if she did say so herself. When Oakley had finished most of his pancakes and strawberries he'd put his plate to the side and curled up against Kayla's side, his knees pulled to his chest and his head on her shoulder. Michaela didn't think he could get any cuter than this. The way he was showing so much affection, physically too, really blossomed something in the girl's heart and her stomach was doing somersaults because it meant he'd put his full trust in her and that he felt safe. It was okay to show the vulnerable side he was so ashamed of before with her because he felt respected and loved. He tended not to show too many of his emotions, if any, and especially not when it came to occasions like his birthday - it was a big topic that took him a long time to open up about. So for Michaela to see him like this knowing how much he struggled to open up and be comfortable around people she felt extra special.

"I love you, uno"

It was merely a mumble, because he seemed to be nodding off despite only waking up about an hour before; she put it down to the heat and the fact they were sitting so cosily. He'd most definitely said it though, Kayla had felt his warm breath brush against her neck as he spoke and the way his jaw moved against her shoulder.

"I love you too sweetheart"

He'd tried to tuck in on his girlfriend more but it was actually impossible unless he wanted to climb inside her skin which she was sure he would if he could, so he simply tucked his head as tightly into the crook of her neck as he could and fell asleep with her hand brushing through the curls upon his head. Now he was living the dream.

Best birthday ever.

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Have you ever spoken somethin' into existence Or do you just talk about other people's lives?

Stop Giving Me Advice by Dave and Jack Harlow

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COME CLOSER✨️

[aeolianblues]

🎵 SONG-TO-GO 🎵

Friday is here, so I've got another Song-To-Go poll hot n' ready to go for you!

If you're new, hello and welcome! Song-To-Go is a weekly song poll released every Friday where I present you with new, lesser-known songs to listen to while you scroll.

As always, choose songs based on the 30-second Spotify snippets if you don’t know them (and I try to make sure there’s always something you won’t know). If you like what you hear, go listen to the full songs, they’re yours to carry along on your scroll!

[last week’s poll, playlist of everything so far (in order) and other/future picks]

This week, I’ve picked some Cure-inspired new wave from India that I’ve been digging all year, a Montreal synthpop trio that actually came out of cult favourite band Caveboy, a young but incredible new jazzy Canadian alt rock band (broken up already sadly), American goth rock that iirc I found through tumblr so you might already know her. We’ve also got a punk rock band whose sense of justice is shaped by the fact that their singer is still and was an NHS doctor during the pandemic, and the hip hop musician Hyphen, who is opening for Bob Vylan (another recommendation!) on their UK tour so go catch him live.

Happy listening! Pass it on and let me know in the tags what you liked this week :) I’ll be back with another next Friday!

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Cench

[thatztyv]

Open Thoughts

Description:

- Cench and Tiana do an interview with Funny Marco

Word Count:

- 2.4k

Tɪᴀɴᴀ Gʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ

(tea-on-nuh  grain-jur)

"We already rolling?", Marco said looking at the producer. "Oh we going.."

"So how we start the interview off? Is there an intro?", Cench asked as we looked over at Marco.

"What? We already going", Marco said looking over at us.

Me and Cench looked at each other confused.

"You don't introduce us first or nothing. No, I'm Funny Marco and this is-", I said looking over at Marco.

"No we already going", he said and looked away.

I did an awkward smile and looked at the camera.

It got dead silent and Cench looked at me.

"Marco-", I started.

"It's your boy Marco and this is", he said and pointed at us.

We just looked at him.

"And this is", he said and pointed at us again.

"I thought you wasn't-", Cench started.

"No, y'all supposed to say y'all names", he said lowly as he looked over at us. "Imma start over."

He looked at the camera. "I'm Funny Marco and this is."

"Cench", Cench said still looking at him.

"Tiana", I said looking between Marco and the camera.

"Nah. We gotta get more energy."

I sat up in my seat. "Well we gone feed off you."

"Ight. Yo it's ya boy", he started before coughing.

Cench side eyed him before looking at me.

"My bad. It's your boy Marco and I'm here with", he said and pointed at us.

"Cench", Cench said more energeticly.

"And Tiana", I said and looked at the camera smiling.

"Did y'all use to steal bikes back in the day or what?", Marco asked.

"Did we use to steal?", I said tilting my head.

"Bikes", Marco said.

"Bikes?", Cench asked.

"Bikes", Marco said.

"Bikes?". I asked.

"Mmhm", Marco hummed.

"Nah, I had a bike", I said.

"I had three."

"So what did y'all use to steal when y'all was younger?"

"Candy", I simply said.

"So you a thief", Marco said.

"Not really it was one time."

"Once a thief always a thief, right?", Marco said.

"That's what they say", I said and shrugged my shoulders.

"So what are you?", he asked with a slight smirk.

"You tryna say I'm a thief?"

"I mean you stole before. Don't that- what make you a thief?... I stole too now that we talking about it."

"What'd you steal?", I asked.

"I stole a book", he said and looked at me.

"Oh that's good- well you know."

"How to get a job. But they took the book. They caught me."

"But you ended up getting a job so-"

"No they took the book."

It got quiet and I just looked at him.

"I feel like if somebody fart around you they flirting", Marco said randomly.

I looked at Cench and he looked at me. I started laughing, cause what.

"What?", I asked and we looked at Marco.

"Cause they comfortable with you."

I just fixed my posture in my seat and shook my head.

"Marco where you get that suit from?", Cench asked.

"Steve Harvey gave it to me", he said fixing his mic.

"Why is it so big?", I said raising my brow.

"Somebody said I looked like a public defender", Marco said.

"A public defender. Who you defending? A roach?", I chuckled.

"I would be yours", Marco said.

"Hel- who's?", I said tilting my head.

"Would you let me be your public defender?", he asked looking at Oakley.

"Fuck no", Cench chuckled.

"Oh", Marco said and looked away.

"Defend me? I'm going to jail fucking with you", Cench said.

"Nah because it's about-", Marco started.

"Soon as you walk in we fucked up. We're fucked."

"You really think so", he said and stood up fixing his suit.

When I tell you I almost busted out laughing. "Ian even see how long the coat was. That shit look crazy as hell."

"Alright let's play it out", he said as he sat back down and fixing the mic pack in his coat pocket. "Sorry y'all I'm late."

"What you mean play it out? I'm going to jail soon as you walk in", Cench said moving to the edge of his seat.

"Your honor. Listen I'm here to defend Cench", he started as he looked at the camera. "And.."

"I'll say your honor no he's not", Cench said.

Marco smacked his lips, sitting back in his seat. "Ah see you fucked it up already."

"Bro I'll defend myself before I-", Cench started looking over at him.

"No you won't", Marco said and looked at him.

"Yes the hell I will."

"We already in front of the judge", he said and motioned to the camera. "So we here with- so the fact that he's here for a speeding-"

"Where- your honor", Cench said and looked at the camera then pointed at Marco.

"No. The fact that he's here for a speeding ticket. We understand that he lied and said-"

"It's for a speeding ticket?! Hell yeah I'm definitely defending myself. You want- you defending me for a speeding ticket?", Cench said then sat back in his seat. "Yeah they can take me."

"Who?", Marco asked looking at him.

"Them people."

It got quiet again.

"Cench how do you feel when people call you the British T.I.", Marco asked and we looked at him before we started laughing.

He just looked at us with a straight face. "Do it piss you off?"

We just continued laughing.

"Alright we probably gone end it now. I think I-"

"Wait. Wait", Cench said as he was trying to stop laughing. "Who said that?"

"That's like yo- that's-"

Cench chuckled.

"That's the rumor they got bout you."

"British T.I.", I said and we laughed harder.

"I'm saying- I'm just- You don't care about the T.I. statement?"

"It was funny cause I know nobody said that", Cench said.

.☆.

"Do y'all know why", Marco started as he stared at the floor. "People don't like to..."

We just looked at him confused.

"Let them know w-why they at the door", he said, looking up at us.

"What the fuck? What- What just happened man?", I said.

"I'm-"

"Did you have a stroke?", Cench asked.

Marco looked away and at the ground again.

"Do y'all know. Why. People. Don't. Let the-", Cench said playfully mocking him.

"So basically when people knock at the door and they be like who is it and they be like it's me, just open the door. Why don't people wanna say who they are?", Marco said looking at us again.

I looked at the cameras and threw my hands up in defeat.

"Be real just tell me y'all honest opinion."

Cench sighed and put his face in his hands. "Because it's a surprise Marco."

"Oh", he simply replied, looking back at the floor then back at us. "You like surprises?"

"Yes", Cench simply stated.

Marco just hummed. "Y'all having a good time?"

I looked at him and chuckled. "I'm having the time of my life Marco."

He hummed before smiling a little.

"So I got movies lines for y'all from a movie I'm working on. We gone act it out", Marco said and gave me and Cench a paper. "I'm Marco. Tiana you Tiana. And Cench you Cench."

"And here I was thinking I was Marco", I said sarcastically as I read over the paper.

"Imma set the setting. We about to break and somebody house and I'm tryna back out. Just let me know when y'all wanna start", he said stumbling over his words.

"Let's start", Cench sighed.

"I'm nervous man I got the B.G.s", Marco said.

"What's the B.G.s?", I asked

"The bubble guts! I'm nervous, and I'm about to shit on myself."

"Keep a ti- woah keep a tight what?", Cench said looking up from his paper.

"Keep a tight ass", Marco read off the paper. "Say it."

Cench looked at him then back at his paper. "Try to hold it in or something."

"Shut up!", Marco huffed.

"That sound like butterflies to me", I chuckled.

"I'll butterflies yo ass. I'm about to go home", Marco said.

"Look. Look. If we don't go do this. You ain't gone have no home to go to. Marco bitch-", I said and laughed. "This is Next Friday word for word. Ice Cube gone sue you."

"No it's not. I wrote this myself. Come let's start over", he said crinkling his paper. "I'm nervous man I got the-"

"Marco get these papers back", I said grabbing Oakleys paper and handing him our papers back.

"We just gone vibe now. This the part where we vibe", Marco said.

I looked at him then at Cench then back at Marco.

"We vibe out just look cool", he said and propped his head up on his hand. "Vibe check, vibe check y'all. This the part where we vibing. I'm siting here with Cench and Tiana. And we about to vibe. We gone add slow music and just vibe."

Me and Cench looked at each other. We was lost as hell.

I looked at Marco, he was just staring at the floor. I looked away and supressed a laugh.

"You don't want to play the slow music before so we could hear what it sound like. So we can match the energy to the slow music", Cench said.

"No we gone add it on the video", Marco said and looked at him.

"Yeah but I don't know-", Cench started before Marco cut him off.

"Come on we vibing. Come on man. Like chill out."

Cench just nodded his head. He is so over it.

We sat in silence for bout a minute.

"Ah man thank y'all for watching the vibe check. We back again here with me Funny Marco and Cench and Tiana. Let's give them a round of applause."

Marco started clapping and everyone on set joined.

I tried my best not to laugh. I just looked down at my shoes.

"Ight", he said cutting off the clapping. "The fact we just went through the vibe check how y'all feeling?"

I squinted my eyes at him questionably. "A lil confused."

"Ah round of applause", he said and they started clapping again.

Then they stopped.

"How long have you been confused?"

"Uh probably-", I started.

"Give it up for the uh", Marco said and they started clapping... again.

This is the most confused and lost I've ever been on an interview. They stopped clapping and it got quiet.

"I miss my grandma", he randomly said.

I tried my best not to laugh but failed.

"I'm sorry. That's fucked up of me", I said trying to stop laughing.

He looked at me then at the ground.

"My bad Marco", I said and wiped my eyes. "I miss my grandma too."

"Yeah she in jail", he said.

"Oh", I said and crossed my arms.

"So Tiana what makes you so good at kickball?"

I looked at him questionably.

"I never said I was good at kickball."

"At recess... they said you was the number one pitcher."

I just sighed and sat back in my seat, covering my face.

"You know sometimes I just be thinking like damn we thinking."

We looked at him.

"What you said?", Cench asked.

"Sometimes I just be thinking damn we thinking", he repeated. "Whats something that you feel like you just think about?"

"Family-"

"Speaking of that where have you worked at as a kid?", Marco asked.

Cench looked at him like he was stupid. "What the fuck- What about family made you think about where I worked at?.. The only job I've ever had was at Foot Patrol."

"What made you change on em?"

"Change on em?"

"Mmhm."

"Nah I just quit."

"Like why you leave em?"

"I started rapping."

"So you left yo job for rapping?"

"I mean yeah."

"You couldn't rap and sell shoes?"

"I probably could have but I wouldn't risk it."

"What's the worst interview y'all been on?", Marco asked.

"This one", we both replied.

"Oh", he said and looked at the ground.

"You a bad person Marco", I chuckled.

"Ian done nothing wrong", he said and shrugged his shoulders.

"Breakfast club ain't do me like this", Cench said.

"But it wasn't a club. It was only four of y'all", Marco said.

"That's still a club", I said. "That could be a club."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is", I said.

"That's a pack."

It got quiet again and we just stared at him before sighing.

"When you get donuts how many come in there?"

"Twelve", I replied.

"Four", he said and flashed four fingers.

"Where? Where do you get a four pack of donuts from?", Cench asked with his brow raised.

Marco looked up and around at the crew. "Where do you get a four pack of donuts from?"

"Publix", some dude said.

"Yeah", Marco hummed. "Two is a duo. Three is a trio. What does four and five make?"

"Four makes a pack of donuts according to you", I chuckled.

Marco just looked at me before looking at the paper in his hand.

.☆.

"Alright I enjoyed my time. Did y'all?"

"Yeah", Cench hummed.

"Definitely", I said.

"Y'all ready to go?"

"I'm kinda hungry so yeah", I said.

"Alright shit. Let's get back into the interview. Alright we gone get- y'all got the questions", Marco said and looked at the crew.

Me and Cench looked at each other.

"Didn't we just", Cench started.

"Y'all ready to start the real one?", Marco asked.

"The real what? We just did a whole interview", I said.

"That was the rehearsal", he said before turning back to the crew and sitting on the edge of his seat. "Y'all got the questions?"

"The rehearsal?", me and Cench said.

"Yeah, I was just warming y'all up. What did you think- we was-"

"I hope you joking", I sighed.

"You already got it Devin?", he asked one of the crew members.

He walked over and handed him a paper.

"Alright so let's get into it. Is you rolling the camera?", he said and looked towards the crew.

"Yeah I just hit record on em", somebody said.

"You can stop that camera", Marco said and pointed to the one in the middle.

"All four cameras?", Cench asked.

"Nah he can stop that one. We good", he said pointing at the camera again. "Alright. What it do y'all? It's ya boy Funny Marco with-"

He pointed over to us.

"Tiana", I said slowly.

"Cench.. Marco we did all this already", Cench said and looked at him confused.

"The cameras wasn't recording", somebody said.

"They wasn't what? Ion think I heard you right", I said sitting up in my seat with a chuckle.

"It's only thirty minutes", Marco said.

We just looked at him.

"I'm fucking with y'all", Marco said and finally laughed for once the whole interview.

"I was about to say", I chuckled.

"I enjoyed y'all today", Marco said.

"Thanks for having us Marco", Cench chuckled.

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M.I.A

[letmeapologise]

❝ 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❞

.ೃ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ! 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 ✰ ´ˎ˗

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⌇ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭

⋆ ｡ ˚ ⋆ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ⌇ 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐞. 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭. 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 ੈ✩‧₊˚

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⌇ 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 "𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲" 𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

ೄྀ࿐ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⌇ 𝟐.𝟑𝐤 !

↳ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 !

IT SEEMED AS IF NOTHING WAS GOING HIS WAY, even the weather; crisp air biting and nipping at the cut on his cheek, a sharp sting coming from it when the wind blew at his face. It was nine sixteen, somewhere in north-east London, he didn’t know where – Dushane just gave him an address and he drove over with Dris in the passenger seat, listening to him complaining about Erin being home alone. Sully eventually found the building he assumed they were staying in, and strolled up to it, eyeing two pedestrians walking on the other side of the road. The street lights flooded yellow shadows around him, he walked past it to the door with Dris tailing behind.

“Took your time, bruv,” Dushane shook his hand and gave him a side hug, doing the same with Dris as they made themselves acquainted in the decrepit building, Sully collapsing onto a sofa and spreading himself out onto it for comfort. He sighed deeply, there were various people gathered around the room, some youngsters even being there which was untypical. Everyone was decked out in black puffer jackets, only Jaq had her hood down, hands stilled in her pockets as she watched him and Dris be introduced to the room with a slight frown.

“What we doin’ then?” he glared at Dushane. “Fuck you mean what we doin’ Sully, take a guess,” he kissed his teeth and looked around the room, half-torn curtains flailing about in front of the window. He glared at one of the people in the back of the room, a black balaclava adorning their face. “Yo, what are you wearing a bali for, stupid yute,” he shouted, half-chuckling to himself at their apparent stupidity. They narrowed their eyes at him, staring right back. “Sully, calm down, fam. Leave her be,” he looked away, addressing everyone’s attention to the table in the centre of the room and jabbing a finger at it. “Listen, yeah, this is where we’re all gonna meet from now on. But don’t be stupid ‘n’ come in through the front entrance, go through the back ‘n’ only when you need to be here. Yeah?” people nodded, grumbling affirmations and their own understandings at him.

“What’s going on with Jaime then?” someone asked, Dushane contorted his face up as if disgusted by what they just said. “Don’t worry about Jaime, he’s just a yute. Worry about yourself,” he announced, his eyes searching around the room for whoever asked. There were a good twenty people crammed into the room, Sully was just surprised no one had nicked the seat he was sitting in before, though word had probably gotten around that he had told someone before to move off of one before, to say politely, it was more so a threat involving the gun stashed in the front of his jeans. “If it’s not an emergency or something that ain’t important, just meet in ends, don’t be stupid about it,” Dushane continued. “If I catch you here tryna waffle about what you’re doing, won’t end well for you, trust me,” he enunciated. 

People nodded around the room, but out of the corner of his eye Sully could still see the masked individual giving him a dirty look. They were, as he described before, wearing a black puffer jacket like everyone else – must have been a new trend amongst the youngers – a black bali, with a matching black baseball cap, hands stuffed in their pockets – or her, as revealed by Dushane – must’ve been one of Jaq’s mates or some gyal Dushane was linking. Dushane was too boujee about his women, this one clearly wasn’t, Jaq’s mate it is. He glared at her momentarily, looking her up and down. Only her eyes were revealed, piercing into the side of Sully’s skull, maybe she was just thick or a junkie.

“A’ight, now get out. Don’t tell anyone ‘bout this place, yeah?��� everyone ushered their way out except for Sully who was still lounging on the chair, Jaq, Dushane, and Dris, who was now smoking. Dushane tilted his head at him, ignoring the flow of teenagers beside him going out the door. “Yo, Dris. You taken your meds today?” he just nodded, Dushane smacked the cigarette out of his mouth and stood on it. “Stop takin’ other shit then.” Dris rolled his eyes, staring at the stamped out cigarette on the floor. “Fuckin’ dickhead,” he mumbled, Sully laughed, his eyes locked on the people still leaving until he noticed a necklace hanging around the masked woman’s neck, he frowned, recognising it and subtly pouting to himself. Then he saw the matching bracelet on her wrist, he stood up immediately, shouting at her while she was halfway out the door. “Yo, come ‘ere,” he flicked his head at her, she looked down and exhaled deeply, walking up to him without saying a word.

He looked down at her, at the necklace, different coloured links going round her neck and ending in the middle with a seashell; the same one he had bought before for his you. He was originally going to ignore it, being realistic to himself it was just a necklace, probably only cost one quid from a beachside shop. Maybe he was making a mistake entirely, he just wanted to make sure. Maybe she had stolen it from you. He remembered you pleading with him to get a matching necklace, and he just scoffed at you, grinning.

“I don’t like necklaces,” he had said, smiling at you while you looked up at him with pleading eyes, then held out a bracelet. “That’s why I got you this,” you had said, it was the exact same, but small enough to fit around someone’s wrist. He rolled his eyes as you laughed. “Please, Sully, come on. It would suit you, wanna remember this day don’t you?” the corner of his eyes crinkled, looking away and placing a hand over his head, then slipped the necklace on his wrist with thinned lips as you celebrated, dancing around in the sand in front of him. Of course he wanted to remember that day, it haunted his dreams and his nightmares so much that he woke up in cold sweats with visions of you sleeping beside him. Once he rubbed his eyes and cleared his vision you were no longer there. He had only given you the bracelet when he left to stop the nightmares, at least that’s what he told himself, he didn’t tell you anything. Just left it on your bedside table while you slept, unaware of him being there at all keeping in mind it was three in the morning and he had just broken into the house through an open window.

He had wondered if you always kept a window open for him, somewhere. In case you wanted him to come back. “Where’d you get the necklace ‘n’ bracelet?” he interrogated, she said nothing. “Why you wearing a hat inside too?” he criticised, still nothing. “Ay, what’s wrong with this bitch?” he stared at Dushane who looked at him as if he had something to say, but didn’t want to. He turned to Jaq. “Who is this yute?” he questioned her, she just shook her head, shrugging and looking at Dushane. “Why’s no one talking, ay?” he kissed his teeth. “Dickheads,” then pulled her into a separate room, still saying nothing. “Take off your bali,” she shook her head. “Hey, I said take it the fuck off.” She finally made an audible noise, kissing her teeth and tilting her head up at him, taking the baseball cap off and stuffing it in the back pocket of her tracksuit bottoms.

Then peeled off the balaclava bit by bit. Sully stared at you in shock, his eyes widened. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed, half-pushing you against the wall of the room and locking the door best he could. You shoved him back, throwing the cap and the balaclava down onto the floor. “Why you so rude, man?” he furrowed his brows at you, his bottom lip tucked in. “I said, what the fuck are you doing here?” it was you, he couldn’t believe his own eyes, he knew he recognised the jewellery. He just couldn’t comprehend that his girlfriend – if you were still calling yourself that – was now in this industry, the one thing he didn’t want to happen, the one reason why he left in the first place.

“You fuckin’ left, Sully. What was I supposed to do?” he ran a hand over his face, exhaling deeply, murmuring profanities under his breath that gradually gained in volume. “Why here?” he hissed, his hands on your shoulders. “Why are you doing this?” he almost growled out, a rasp in his voice, you just kissed your teeth. “I dunno Sully, why’d you leave?” you continued, jabbing a finger at his chest while he looked away. “There’s your fuckin’ answer for you,” he sighed deeply, stepping back and basically kneeling onto the floor with his hands covering his face. He had loved you, present tense, he loves you, he will always love you; but this was overstepping the mark and you knew it. He couldn’t even imagine comparing you to the woman he left with his daughter a year ago, now you were decked out as he never even knew you, as if you were like him. He didn’t want you to be anything like him. You dreamed of a white picket fence life in a two-bedroom flat, you didn’t know what he dreamed of. That’s the problem, what did men like Sully dream of?

“Née, you have to go,” he reprimanded, not even looking at you. “Please, just go, it’s not worth it.” You looked down at him with a cruel glint in your eye, lip threatening to start quivering as you faced the man who left you. “What’s not worth it? What’s changed, Sully?” he looked up at you with a disappointed expression, his facial features hardened with an unbecoming guilt, as if he caused this, a corruption of something so pure. The whole point of him leaving last year was to keep you safe from a rival gang that was so very close to ending his own life, what was stopping them from using you as leverage? He couldn’t help himself, he needed to leave for your sake, of course he didn’t want to – he was selfish like that – but he had to, and yet the consequences of his actions got you into even more danger. “You were fine with doing this shit all those years before, when I said it wasn’t worth it,” you tore through him, adding to your argument.

“It’s different, it’s not like that, Née. It’s not that simple, you know that,” he mumbled. “Don’t fucking call me Née,” you sharply declared, both of you in silence, staring at each other until Sully returned to looking at the floor, staring at the dust residue beneath you and him – there was no more you and him – he held in a tingling sob threatening to escape through his mouth and nose. “What was I meant to say to tell Josie, huh?” you blinked at him, anger overcoming your senses and you had to hold yourself back from letting it do so, you had experience doing so in the last year. “What was I meant to tell our daughter,” you repeated. “When she asks me ‘where’s daddy’?” Sully was glad he was hiding his face from you, ashamed, as his eyes turned wet at the mention of his daughter, gulping back a wail, or a scream. 

“Where’s daddy, huh?” you shook your head down at him, lip curling up as if you were about to cry, a single tear slipping out which you quickly wiped away without him seeing. You sniffled. “Sorry, baby. Daddy left ‘cause he’s too much of a fuckin’ pussy to stand up for himself ‘n’ his family, huh?” you shoved his shoulder again, he remained unmoving. “Why’d you fuckin’ leave, Sully?” you shouted. “Babe, I was gonna come back, I just needed time,” he mumbled his excuses, standing back up with gleaming eyes, you didn’t even correct his word of endearment, just shook your head at him with trembling lips, screwing your face up. “What was I meant to do? Wait for you? How long? Let me ‘n’ your daughter starve?” he shook his head dumbly at you.

“You didn’t put food on the fucking table, Sully. This is me stepping up for our daughter, so fuck off ‘n’ leave me be,” you leaned down and grabbed the balaclava and hat off of the floor, dusting it off with your shirt, stretching it out. He watched you unlock the door and leave, and opened his mouth, he didn’t even remember what came out of his mouth but all that it was met with was silence.

A few moments passed as he just stared blankly at the open door, then went through it, the group of people from earlier darting their eyes over at him as he came out through the door you just went through. “What, blud?” he narrowed his eyes at Dushane interrogatively. “Nothing, brudda,” he kissed his teeth, watching as Sully peeled back the curtains to watch you crossing the road with your headphones on. “Why’d you let her join, you fuckin’ wasteman?” Dushane raised his hands in mock surrender. “Listen, fam. She needed some p’s, we’re just helping her out, you know what I’m saying.” He glared at him, and then at the two other people in the room. “Fuck off,” he mumbled, walking towards the stairs and pulling his phone out his pocket.

୨୧ @𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞. 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ୨୧

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