#aye back in the days with the homegirls

[alexfromjersey]

𝓙𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓼𝔂 & 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼

jenna x g!poc

summary: jah and davis get invited to a birthday party. jenna attends the met gala. hudson...is a weirdo.

warnings: mature language, jealous jenna, hudson, homophobic slurs, use of the n-word

a/n: all like the pictures/videos imma use are references just fyi. but if you want to know who the guy is it’s kburton_25 on instagram (his style is how I would be if I was rich 😀). if jah was a real person that’s exactly how I pictured her

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It’s been a couple days since the doctor's visit since you asked Jenna about your relationship and her practically friend-zoning you. It hurt bad. But you didn’t dwell on it, you accepted it and kept it strictly friendly. You just focused on getting right for your child.

You needed a new place to live and a new car to drive. Neither was suitable for your kid in your eyes.

“Get your fat ass up, it’s time to grind” Davis shouted as he busted into your apartment.

You were currently sitting on your couch messily eating some garlic parmesan wings.

“Grind? The hell you talking ‘bout” You mumbled, mouth full of chicken.

“You haven’t streamed in over a two weeks” Davis stated as he plopped down on your couch.

You ignored the male and continued eating your wings and watching a Marvel film on your TV. You know you've been slacking on your streams. A lot of shit has been happening so it was understandable that you haven't been focused on making streaming. You go to get another wing but the plate is moved away from you.

“Nah son you wildin’ now. You know I don’t play about my food” You glared.

“You’ve been coped up in the crib for like two days now. You need some sun, you starting to get more light skin” Davis said.

You sucked your teeth and snatched your plate back. You went right back to eating your wings. Davis noticed a certain vibe you had and it concerned him.

“Yo what’s good? You ‘ight?” Davis questioned.

“Yeah I’m straight” You lied smoothly. You didn’t look at his face when you answered him. Having being friends for so long, Davis noticed when you were upset about something.

Davis stood up and stood in front of the TV, “Yeah nah. Tell me what’s up and don’t give that ‘I’m straight’ bullshit.”

You sighed, noticing that Davis wasn’t going to back down. You grabbed a napkin and wiped your hands and mouth.

“When Jenna and I were at the doctors, I asked her about our…you know…relationship. Long story short, she thinks of us as just friends having a baby together. Nothing more.” You explained.

“Damn b, not you getting friend zoned” Davis commented.

“See this is why I ain’t wanna tell yo ugly ass anything. Making jokes and shit” You scoffed.

Davis laughed, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m assuming you wanted to be more with her.”

“Yeah no shit dumbass. I was fucking with her heavy. I haven’t felt this way about a girl in a minute. I get butterflies in my stomach every time I interact or talk with her” You explained.

Davis sat down on the couch again, “Why you think she only wants to be friends with you?”

“I don’t know could be multiple reasons” You shrugged.

“Or a very simple one…she’s scared” Davis replied.

“Scared of what exactly” You questioned.

“Don’t know. That’s something you have to hear from her” Davis said as he stole some fries.

“Nah I’m good on that. She wants to be friends. I’m going to respect that and be just friends with her” You said.

Davis left the subject alone after that. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but think of why Jenna only wants to be friends. It could be she wanna protect her image. It could be any other reason. Only Jenna knows.

The sound of your phone ringing brings you out of your thoughts. You grabbed it to see who’s calling you.

B-Hawk is calling���

You answered the phone, “Yo B-Hawk what’s good.”

“Aye what’s happening playgirl. Listen, I’m throwing a party at the club for my homegirls tonight. You remember Stacey and Diana right?” B-Hawk questioned.

At the name of Diana, Davis snapped his head towards the phone. You remembered Stacey and Diana, the twins of Fordham. You remembered Stacey was always into you and tried numerous times to get you to sleep with her but you never did it. Now Diana had Davis’ attention since middle school. She was quiet and more reserved, completely opposite to her sister. She had Davis feeling like how you felt about Jenna.

“The Twins of Fordham? Hell yeah I remember them, Stacey had big ole titt-”

A hand was smacked on your mouth before you could finish your sentence. You laughed as Davis glared at you.

“Yo B-Hawk it’s Davis. We remember the twins. What’s the info? We gon’ slide through” Davis answered.

“Arrrg?” You rebuttal was muffled due Davis’ hand on your mouth.

“Bet. I’ll send the info” B-Hawk replied and hung up the phone.

“Bro who said I wanted to go” You said and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Me. Now get yo ass up and get dressed” Davis demanded and went in your kitchen.

You sucked your teeth, “Man.”

🤰🏻🩵

(With Jenna)

“You said what?” Enrique exclaimed shocked. He was leaned against the wall as he watched Jenna get her hair done. She told him about what you asked her back at the doctors office.

“I know. I know. I don’t know what happened. I panicked and blurted out what came to my mind” Jenna groaned.

“I thought you liked her?” Enrique questioned.

“I do. I really do like her. I haven’t felt this way about someone since Wesley.” Jenna replied.

“But?” Enrique asked.

“I don’t know…” Jenna trailed off.

"Maybe...what happened in your relationship with Wesley is preventing you from engaging in another one. You still haven't healed from him" Enrique stated.

That got Jenna thinking...maybe she hadn't healed from Wesley. Her relationship with him ended not too long ago and she categorized him as her first love. She didn't know how to move on from him.

"Or maybe your conscious is trying to protect you" Hudson voiced from the corner of the room. Enrique and Jenna both turned to him.

“Protect her from what?” Enrique questioned.

“From someone like her. She’s a walking red flag, I’ve been around people like her. She’ll trap you in some way and then leech off you” Hudson said.

Enrique raised an eyebrow at him, “But you don’t know even know her.”

“You don’t know her either. Jenna doesn’t know her. Nancy doesn’t. You’ve brought an unknown person into ou…your life without checking of her intentions are pure” Hudson questioned.

“You act like Jenna did it on purpose. She’s an adult, an adult that is free to do whatever she wants, sleep with whoever, talk to whoever, and make mistakes in her life. You are not her family and damn sure ain’t her husband” Enrique preached.

“Guys let’s just calm down” Jenna tried to interject but it fell on deaf ears.

Hudson's jaw clenched, "I'm just trying to look out for her. Just like I tried to look out for you when you were with Wesley."

Enrique let out a sarcastic laugh, “Look out for her. Please try that with someone else.”

“Speaking of family, have you even told your parents yet?” Hudson blurted out.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business” Enrique snapped. At the tone of his voice, everyone in the room paused what they were doing.

“I don’t remember talking to you Enrique. I asked Jenna a question” Hudson said, never taking his slightly creepy eyes off Jenna. The room was quiet before a ringtone sliced through the tense air.

Suddenly, Jenna jumped up and grabbed her phone. She walked passed the two glaring males and went into a different room.

NYC 🩵: yo

NYC 🩵: u probably wont see this til after the met baba or whatever its called. I know u look beautiful and have fun. tell kylie jenner I said wassup and to holla at me 😏

Jenna rolled her eyes at the message amused.

Hollywood 🤰🏻 laughed at message…

She goes to reply to you but the sound of arguing interrupts her. She threw her phone on her bed and burst back into the room where Enrique was being held back by the hair stylist.

“What is going on?” Jenna exclaimed.

“He keep making snide comments like people are stupid and don’t understand what he saying. I told you Jenna bringing him was a bad idea. He needs to go” Enrique stated.

“I ain’t going anywhere-”

“Yes you are. If it’s the la-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Jenna screamed.

Enrique and Hudson both shut their mouths once Jenna raised her voice. They never stopped glaring at each other. She was frustrated with everything. From her confusing feelings for you, the stress and nervousness of the Met Gala, and now the arguing. She had a headache and wished she could be anywhere but here right now.

“Hudson, you are my best friend. I get that you’re trying to look out for me but I am an adult and at the end of the day it’s my life and I’m free to do what I want to do” Jenna stated in the most polite way she could.

Hudson looked at Jenna with his arms crossed before he scoffed and left the room.

“Fucking weirdo” Enrique muttered.

Jenna sat down back in the chair as the hair stylist went back to doing their job. Jenna exhaled deeply and closed her eyes to relieve the stress. She rubbed her belly and allowed her body to relax.

What a day so far…

🤰🏻🩵

Later that night…

( you and davis ^ )

You and Davis pulled up to the club. There was a line to get into the door so the two of you make your way towards the line but a voice stops you.

“Yo Playgirl!” A familiar voice yelled out. The both of you turn around to see B-Hawk flagging you down. You make your way towards him.

“Hey, you could let them in” B-Hawk reassured the bouncer at the door. The bouncer nodded and lifted the red velvet rope.

“Yo, how y’all been? I haven’t physically seen y’all since I moved to VA” B-Hawk smiled. He gave you and Davis daps before continuing walking into the club.

“We been good. Just doing our own shit” You shrugged.

"Yeah, I see. D-Money is a big-time movie star now and you doing that thang on Twitch. I'm proud of y'all yo that shit is mad impressive" B-Hawk complimented.

“Thank you” You and Davis both respond to the male.

The three of you walk into the club that was blasting music. Everyone in the club was all dispersed throughout the club, some were on the dance floor, some by the bar, and some by their tables.

“AHHH!” You heard someone scream. All of sudden, you felt someone wrap their arms around your neck tight. The smell of fruity perfume entered your nostrils.

“I’m so glad you made it. I didn’t think you would” Stacey yelled over the loud music.

“Of course Stace I never turn down free drinks” You joked.

( Diana and Stacey’s outfits ^)

Stacey laughed at you and kept her hand on your chest. Diana then appeared with a small smile on her face. Davis immediately locked eyes with her. You took notice of it and smirked.

“Yo Diana, you remember Davis right? He had those braces, pimples, used to weigh like 300 pounds, and wore those Steve Urkel glasses” You questioned.

Davis glared at you as you listed off his previous pubescent self.

“Yeah, we used to share Mrs. Carrol’s class together” Diana smiled and nodded.

“He’s a big time actor now. He was in the new Scream movies, got his own HBO show, and starred in Euphoria.” You said.

“Really? I love Euphoria, who did you play?” Diana asked.

You looked down at Davis, who just kept staring at her. You nudge him and brought him out of his thoughts.

“I-I-I played Rue’s cousin, Kendrick” Davis answered.

As the two start to converse between each other, Stacey pulled you away from them. You grabbed a a drink before she took you to a semi private corner of the club.

Stacey pulled out her phone and started taking videos of the two of you. A couple being a little bit promiscuous, Stacey slightly grinding on you. She put your arm around her neck. You played into it, not really thinking clearly, the Hennessy in your cup slightly clouding your judgement.

“We look so cute” Stacey smiled as she posted the videos on her Instagram.

🤰🏻🩵

(With Jenna)

“Jenna! Jenna!”

Jenna smiled and continued walking up the last little bit of stairs to the entrance of the museum. She gave her best smile to the cameras and tried not to look into the blinding camera lights. Her nerves were raging and she wanted to rub her belly for comfort but she didn’t want to draw any attention to it.

Nancy helped her the rest of the way. Jenna stopped to speak to some of the other celebrities that were attending. After brief conversations, she was directed inside the museum.

Jenna mingled and met with even more celebrities. She was having a good time talking to everyone she look up too and people she worked with.

“Can I see my phone real quick?” Jenna asked Nancy. The older woman nodded and passed her the phone. Jenna gave her a quick thanks before making her way to an empty table.

She called your number but it went to voicemail after a few rings. Jenna furrowed her face and tried to call you again but with the same results. She pouted and went on Instagram. She saw Davis posted something on his story. She clicked it, skipping a couple before she stumbled upon one that made her heart drop.

It was a group picture of you, Davis, and the twins. But you were hugging Stacey a little too intimately. She went to the next story, it was Davis recording you singing and dancing with a cup in your hand.

“You know, I look way too good to be innocent. I'm conceited I got a reason” You sang in the video.

Before the story ended, Stacey appeared in front of you. Jenna went back to the story with the group picture and clicked on Stacey’s Instagram account. She scrolled through her pictures and was stunned by the girl’s beauty. She then clicked on her story. She skipped through all the birthday wishes until she got to the video where you were behind her. You gave a peace sign to the camera before it ended. The next one was her singing along to a Beyoncé song and grinding on you slightly.

“You watching me shake it, I see it in your face. You can’t take it, it’s blazing, you watch me in amazement. You can look at it, as long as you do t grab it” Stacey sung along to the song. She grabbed your arm and wrapped it around her neck.

Jenna decided she saw enough and closed out of Instagram. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, she got up from her seat and swiftly walked to a empty private hallway away from everyone.

Jenna fanned her face to keep the tears in her eyes so it don’t ruin her makeup.

“Damn pregnancy hormones” Jenna mumbled.

She didn’t know why she was feeling upset. The two of you weren’t in a relationship and technically you were free to do anything you wanted. She regretted for practically friend zoning you because if she was just honest up front things would be different.

“Are you okay?” Hudson startled Jenna.

The young adult jumped slightly at his sudden appearance. She cleared her throat and wiped under her eyes, “Yeah I’m good, just hormones.”

“Don’t look like you’re good. What’s wrong?” Hudson questioned.

One side of her didn't want to tell Hudson especially after the way he’s been acting. But he was her best friend and she needed to let her feelings out. "I saw something that made me a little upset. I shouldn't be upset though" Jenna briefly explained.

“Does this have anything to do with Jah?” Hudson asked.

Jenna nodded, “She went to a birthday party I guess. She and another girl were…close. Like I said I shouldn’t be jealous or upset because we’re not together. She’s allowed to do whatever she wants.”

Hudson hummed in response and stepped closer to Jenna. The two sat in silence for a moment before Hudson broke it.

“You know…if I had the opportunity to be in her position. I wouldn’t even be bothered to entertain anyone that isn’t you. I would never be hesitant with you with anything. I would make sure that you have any and everything that you want.” Hudson confessed.

“Hudson…I already told you. I don’t see you in that way. Your my best friend that’s it” Jenna sighed.

Hudson’s face immediately contorts to an angry one.

"I don't understand you. We’ve been friends since middle school and I've proven time and time again that I am the right person for you. I helped your career, I keep you company when you get lonely when you're away from your family, I make sure to give you gifts. What more do I have to show you for you to see that I am the right man for you, Jenna!" Hudson boomed.

“I don’t see you in any other way than being my publicist! Even though I appreciated it at the time, I never asked you to do anything of that” Jenna exclaimed.

Jenna sighed, “Hudson, I’m sorry it’s not the answer you want. But I can’t help who I do and don’t feelings for. If you can’t respect that then we can’t be friends anymore.”

Jenna then walked past him and back into the room full of people. Hudson watched her walk away from him. When she was out of sight, he pulled out his phone and went to a familiar contact.

🤰🏻🩵

It was now almost 1:30 in the morning, Stacey has not left your side for a second. Everywhere you went she was right behind you. It was getting overwhelming and slightly annoying but you didn’t say anything out of respect for her birthday.

To occupy your mind, you went to your Twitter and the trending page. Jenna’s name was the number one trending. You clicked it and was immediately met with her Met Gala carpet pictures. You liked a couple tweets and saved a picture.

NYC 🩵: fire 🔥

You waited for her response but your attention was grabbed by the sound of shouting. You looked up from your phone but you couldn’t see anything. You stood on the seat to get a view of what’s happening. Immediately, your eyes widen at the sight of Davis and Diana being pushed and surrounded by three guys.

You quickly pocket your phone and aggressively pushing your way towards the two. The DJ cut the music off and you can hear what was being said clearly.

“We were just talking man. I know Diana from high school” Davis explained.

“I don’t give a fuck where the fuck you know her from. Anyone taught you to not be feeling up on someone else’s bitch” The guy dressed in purple Nike Tech hissed.

“Who the fuck you calling a bitch Fivo” Diana barked.

“You, you fucking slut ass bitch” Fivo snapped.

“You better watch yo tone when you speaking to a woman nigga” Davis snapped.

“Who the fuck gon’ watch it bitch ass nigga” Fivo hissed and got in Davis face.

You finally made it to the front and slid in between them, “Y’all niggas need to bounce.”

Fivo looked up at you, he was standing at least 5’8 and you were 6’1 so you were towering over him which he didn’t like.

“Who the fuck is you tranny” Fivo tried to intimidate you.

“Someone who got no problem beating the fuck out of you in front of all these people” You responded.

“You gon’ beat my ass” Fivo laughed before lifting up his shirt showcasing the gun in his waistband. “We’ll see ‘bout that.”

Davis and Diana both took a step back but you stayed in your spot. You scoffed and lifted up your shirt slightly to expose the gun sitting in your waistband. You never took your eyes off him.

“Now I suggest all three of you get the fuck out before shit turns traumatic for everyone” You demanded.

You and Fivo have a stare down, neither of you wanting to break. But Fivo was the first to break after one of his homies whispered in his ear.

“Ight…I’ll see you niggas around” Fivo nodded and walked out the club with his two other goons.

You fix your shirt and turn towards Davis and Diana.

“Y’all straight?” You asked.

They both nodded, “Thank you.” Diana said.

“You welcome. If he comes back again, let me know and I’ll take care of it” You said. Diana nodded.

Everyone went back to dancing as the DJ put the music back on. You looked at your phone to still see no response from Jenna. You didn’t worry about it, she’ll respond when she got the time.

You and Davis mingled for another 15 minutes before you saw Davis still out of it and on guard. You told him we can go home and he jumped at the offer. The two of you bid goodbyes to the twins and other people at the party before leaving the club.

You dropped Davis off first and made sure he was straight before pulling off. Before you went in the house, you stopped and grabbed some food. When you pulled up to your apartment, you noticed Jenna sitting on the steps in different attire.

“You mad crazy for sitting out like this girl. Mad different stuff could of happened to you” You said as you got out your car.

“Big L is sitting across the street” Jenna pointed out. You looked across the street and sure enough you saw the tinted out SUV.

“Still though. Don’t be doing that, it’s mad dangerous out here” You stated in concern.

“I’m sorry” Jenna mumbled.

You nodded, “What you doing here anyway? Don’t that event got like an after party?”

“Yeah I went for a little bit. I met Janelle Monae. But I wanted to talk to you” Jenna said and played with her fingers.

You leaned against the side of your car, “About what?”

Jenna stepped closer to you, “I may or may not have kinda stalked you. I saw on Davis story that you two went to a party and you and another girl got…close. I started to feel jealous and I cried.”

“Really?” You chuckled.

“Yes really. Look I know what I said the other day about being just friends. But honestly I panicked and I didn’t mean what I said” Jenna confessed.

“So why did you say it?” You asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared” Jenna shrugged.

“Scared of what?” You questioned.

"Scared that you might not feel the same way. Scared of everyone's opinions. I haven't felt this strongly about someone in a really long time. I like you Jah, like really like you. But I also have baggage I need to take care of before jumping into a relationship with you. You deserve that" Jenna said.

You smiled and pulled her closer to you by her waist. She wrapped her arms around your neck.

"Alright, I appreciate you coming to tell me how you really feel. Most people wouldn't do that" You spoke.

"Sounds like you experienced something like this before" Jenna commented.

You sighed, "Yeah something like this."

Jenna grabbed your hands, "Even though we can't be together right now. I still want you in my life and not just for the sake of our child but as a friend, maybe even best friend."

You grinned, "I'm cool with that...bestie"

Jenna rolled her eyes at you as a face-eating smile took over her face. You both stare into each other eyes, basking in the moment. But her phone vibrates in her hand, bringing the two of you out of your moment. 

Jenna cleared her throat, "Sorry."

You nodded and took a step back as you leaned against your car again. You watched as her face turned into a concerned one.

“What? Everything straight?” You questioned.

Jenna didn’t respond to you, instead hitting the contact for her mother.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Everything okay?” Jenna questioned, preparing for the worse.

“Jenna… you're pregnant?”

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[wakandamama]

Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out.

A BLACK (personally feeling a Blk girl who is half Caribbean half AA from the American South but that's just personal semantics) girl is blessed with power to control and be one with Water by Mami Wata or any other Black folklore spirit/figure tied to water or the ocean.

She keeps her powers underwraps because she ain't tryna be some world renowned hero. She becomes besties with Riri and Shuri (dont know the story to how but she is)

NAMOR POPS UP AND THE MOVIE HAPPENS (pls dont give me any shit for what details have happen I havent seen it yet but I've gather enough reviews and some spoilers to know enough for know)

Now we know Shuri cant get her get back for the sake of her people and she gotta be nice to the rest of the world.

BUT WATER BLESSED HOMEGIRL DONT🗣🗣🗣

So shawty slide up to Namor like: "... aye... you leave my homegirl and her country alone. We keep my ppl all over the diaspora straight and your ppl straight. And we fuck up ERRYBODYELSE day with the power of the water. Or I can fuck yo shit up, permanently for what you did to my homegirl with no fall on her."

Now we know Namor taking the deal real quick (and he might even get him the Black Queen that can kick his ass I hear all these folks saying he down for)

So Wakanda (and the rest of the African Diaspora sans 🤚🏻South Africans and any remaining 🐁 colonizers) is safe while Water Blessed Homegirl and Namor get that Get Back that all of us Black and Indigenous folks been craving for literally centuries.

The End😌😌😌

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Run It

So have y’all ever been in a fighting mood? Cause uh I am, so I decided to write to try and get it out and all it did was make me more hyped lmfao!!! Anyways, enjoy guys!

~

“Why’s that bitch still texting your phone though? And why did I have to find out about it like this? Huh? Cause you got two seconds to answer me before I beat your ass and then hers.” You threaten Oscar as you pace in front of him in the living room,”Why is her fucking name popping up in your text notifications!”

“Yo, chill the fuck out! Why don’t you read the shit before trying to accuse me of anything?” Oscar says with a smack of his lips,”I told the bitch the last time to stop hitting my line, guess she didn’t get the hint.”

“Alright, let me see then.” You say and hold your hand out,”I wanna know why the fuck she thinks it’s okay to keep texting my boyfriend.”

“Read that shit then.” Oscar demands as he unlocks the phone and slaps it in your hand,”I ain’t got shit to hide.”

“I’ll decide that.” You scoff as you click on the message.

Letty:Why haven’t you been hitting me up Spooky, it’s been months? We use to be so close, you don’t want to chill with me anymore? Y/N ain’t even gotta know papi, I know you miss us. Cause I really miss what we had.

“Oh hell nah, she has me fucked up.” You say as you toss his phone back to him,”She wants to message you? When you’re mine now? Fuck no, she wants attention? She’s gonna get attention from me.” You ramble as you walk over to the hall closet and pull on your air forces,”Let me go ask her what was going through her head when she sent that.”

“Nah, you ain’t fighting.” Oscar warns as he gets up to stand in front of you,”We ain’t doing all that.”

“You wanna protect that bitch or what?” You ask angrily as you double knot your laces,”Cause I know what I’m about to go do, so if you want to try and stop it that’s telling me you’re on her side.”

“Fuck you, I ain’t on that putas side, but you ain’t fighting. Cause if you get touched I’ma get heated.” Oscar says before sighing deeply and looking for his own sneakers in the closet now,”Man, just rock her shit if it comes down to it. I don’t need to be hitting no fucking female.”

“I ain’t looking for a fight per se but if she feeling froggy we can throw down no issue.” You shrug nonchalantly,”She better not get too loud either, cause if she’s in arms reach she’s definitely getting popped on the mouth.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me, I know. Trust me.” Oscar hypes you up, following behind as you walk out the front door and to the house that was three lots over.

“You texting my man!?” You scream as you push open the rusted gate to her yard as you find her and one of her homegirls sitting on the steps,”What’s up? You want to be our friend? Cause we can all be in a group chat and send emojis and shit.” You add as you come to a stop in front of her, both girls standing to their feet quickly.

“Girl you’re trippin, it ain’t even serious like that. Just go home, I’m too old for this childish back and fourth.” Letty says with a scowl and flip of her hair, her friend laughing at that.

“You think something’s funny? Cause we can run it too.” You threaten as you take a step back and throw your arms up in exaggeration,”You’re not going to keep disrespecting me or my relationship, so tell me what you wanna do. You wanna squash the shit right now and I’ll leave you be or are you going to keep texting Oscar? Be straight up.”

“I’m grown, I’ll do what I want. If I want to text my homeboy, I’m going to do that.” She responds as her friend takes a step forward in your direction.

“My bitch isn’t fighting, if you wanna fight you can fight me.” She interjects before you can speak.

“Bet, let me tell your right now though that I ain’t fighting fair.” You say with a small nod before you reach your hand out and quickly snatch her by the bun,”Should have...let your...friend fight bitch.” You manage to get out in breaths as your other hand comes out to hit the back of her head a few times,”Stupid ass bitch!” You say as you bring your knee up to her face one time.

“Aye, back the fuck up.” You hear Oscar threaten Letty as she steps closer, her hand grabbing the back of your shirt and pulling.

“I’m just trying to break it up!” She defends as you continue to throw blows to the back of her friends head,”Tell her to stop already, all she’s doing is pulling her fucking hair out.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Oscar defends as he grabs her by the arms and pulls her back,”Touch her again if you want, go ahead.”

“Fuck.” She says with a shaky voice as she bounces on her feet nervously,”Alright enough Paula!” She groans as she goes to her friend and pulls her back,”Stop trying to hit back, you’re face is leaking girl.”

“You done?” You ask out of breath as you step back into Oscar clumsily and wipe your forehead quickly with your sleeve, a few of the neighbors sitting out on their porch now,”Cause we can go again if you want to.”

“I ain’t with that hair pulling sh...”She tries to lie before you shove her by the shoulders roughly.

“Well I am, so what do you want to do about it? We can go again though if you want, no hair pulling.” You offer

“I’m good bitch, ima catch you next time.” She try’s to threaten.

“Nah ain’t no next time, you can fight my girl right now or never. Y’all ain’t gonna get this chance again, cause next time I’m gonna be the one throwing hits.” Oscar says as he points in between the three of y’all,”So say whatever needs to be said so this shit can be done.”

“You came to my yard, what do you want to do bitch?” Letty says as she ties her hair up,”You ain’t about to make me look like a pussy. Ain’t no pussy in my blood bitch, hit m...”

SMACK

“Watch how you talk to me and step forward.” You smirk after you bring your hand back from slapping the fire out of her soul, not being able to stop the dry laugh that left your lips,”Let’s throw down already man, I just smacked you. Come fight me, you were just talking a big game so let’s go.”

“Let’s go then bitch!” She says as her hand comes out to scratch down your cheek and neck,”Don’t come on my yard talking all that shit.” She huffs as she grabs you by the hair and brings you down to the gravel, getting one good hit in before you flip her over and straddle her waist.

“Make them get up, not no ground shit!” Paula shouts to Oscar,”Tell your bitch to get off!”

“Fuck you.” Oscar replies with a wave of his hand as you began to bring your fist down repeatedly on her face,”This is their fight, let them run it how they want.”

“Keep...fucking...with my...man.” You groan as you grow sluggish in between hits, your arms growing tired as you slow down not even 45 seconds later.

“Alright, get her off of me already!” She screeches from underneath you.

“Weak ass bitch.” You huff as you use her body to help you stand up after giving her one final hit,”Try me again if you want. I’m always down for a round.” You say as you place your hands on your hips, looking up at the sky as you catch your breath.

“We’re straight, go the fuck home already.” Letty says as she stands to her feet and fixes her top.

“Nah, ima talk my shit and then I’ll go home.” You say before taking in a deep breath.

“Why you so pressed? Oscar use to be in my inbox first, he was in my messages hitting me up to fuck. So check his ass.”

“That was before Y/N, Pinche pass around I didn’t have to ask for shit.” Oscar says with a clenched jaw as he looks away, grabbing the blunt from his ear and lighting it up,”Y’all hurry and finish this shit up already.”

“All he did was hit you up to fuck? That’s it?” You ask rhetorically as you Ignore Oscar,”He didn’t give you money? Treat you like his baby? Feed you? Give you any real time? Did he even give you some weed? All he did was flirt and fuck and you felt something special with him?” You laugh with a clap of your hands,”Cause baby he does all that for me and then some cause I’m his women. I’m going to always be his just like he’s always going to be mine, cause I’m not going anywhere. Ever. So think about that the next time you get it in your head to text him. You know where I stay, so if you’re ever feeling like you got some balls again just come find me.”

“Girl bye, I’m not gonna stand here all day and listen to you.” Is all she says as she turns on her feet and heads inside with her friend, her screen door slamming shut as her feelings grow hurt.

“Are we good here?” Oscar asks after taking a hit,”Can we go home now?”

“Yup.” You say with a swing of your arms,”I made my point, did I not?”

“More than made it.” He laughs as he follows you back to the Diaz household,”Bitches be bonkers.”

“Bitches be bonkers.” You agree as you glance back at him.

“Aye on some real shit though mami, what was with that hair pulling shit? I’ve never seen you really do that before.”

“Cause she’s a catty bitch, so I’m sure her friends are too. So I had to be cattier, I mean look at my fucking face. Bitch scratched the fuck out of me.” You explain with a eye-roll,”That’s why Letty has a big ass knot on her forehead now, you’re not gonna mess up my face and think shits finna be cool.”

“I understand, but on some even realer shit I’d never entertain another female. Not when I got you. None of these girls are even on your level, and not just physically. You’re it for me ma, you’re all I’m going to ever want.”

“I know, but I still get mad when bitches try to come in between us. That they think they could even have a real shot with you, I can’t help but want to knock some sense into them.” You laugh as you head up the steps,”Fuuuuck, I’m so tired. I can’t fight back like I did in high school.”

“I know when I got into it with those Prophets the other day I thought my back was going to give out.” He chimes in with a chuckle,”It’s only been a couple of years since then, should we feel this old?”

“Fuck if I know.” You shrug as you kick off your shoes by the door,”I mean all we do is smoke and eat junk food. We’re not the ideal picture of health.”

“Fuck all that, I still got hands. These are certified. One punch and you out.” He says as he throws out a quick playful jab your way.

“Shut up stupid.” You laugh with a shake of your head,”Don’t get cocky now.”

“Aye well you got your adrenaline out, I didn’t have that chance.” Oscar says as he delivers a hard smack to your ass,”You gone have to help me out.”

“Oh you want me to knock you on your ass too?” You joke as you swat him away,”Go down to the next street, I’m sure you can take your adrenaline out on one of those Barney looking mother fuckers.

“I’m thinking of other ways to get it out.”

“Oh I know what you’re thinking, but if you would have blocked the bitch when I told you too, I wouldn’t have to had get in a fight today. So you’re not getting shit today. That’s your punishment for not listening to me when I warn you about these thirsty girls.”

“Really mami?” Oscar complains as he follows you to the bathroom door,”You can’t leave me like this.”

“Yes I can.” You smile sweetly as you shut the door and lock it,”Next time you’ll listen!” You call out after starting the water, Oscar grumbling to himself before trudging to the bedroom to fling himself on the bed. Not going to complain about anything for the rest of the day so he won’t make you upset, not ever wanting to be on the receiving end of his girls hands after seeing that you still had a bit of fight left in you.

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[angelthebedsheet]

Can we please get a scenario where black reader is having a horrible day and she’s walking pass Karasuno volleyball team and Tsukishima say some half slick shit so black reader just turns around and starts beating his ass?

a/n: CHILE I WAS GONNA WAIT TILL THE WEEKEND TO UPdate BUT I SAW THIS AND BABY I HAD TO JUMP ON YHAT SHIT YALL STARTING TO KNOW THAT I LOVE WRITING Y/N WHOOPING A S S

leTs Get IT YALL

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GRRT POW OKAY SOOOOO

now your day was absolute SHIT

your hair wasn’t cooperating and the hairstyle you wanted to try wasnt doing right

so you just did the same slickback bun

then you lost your earrings twice so you had to wear those ones that were your least favorite

it took you five minutes to find your socks

you felt like shit

you couldnt even find your lashes so you went lashless on a FRIDAY

you didnt even walk to school with yachi this morning so she KNEW something was up

you were in a bad mood all day and tsukishima of all people kept poking fun at you which usually didnt bother you

“wow for once you dont look like snuffalufocous”

“tsukishima shut the fuck up”

he’s LIVING for that

usually you can clapback

clapback game STRONG

“you had that hairstyle for the past couple of weeks.”

“swear to god tsukishima stop.”

yamaguchi is already betting your gonna pop off today

“tsukki i think you should stop”

yachi’s praying for him

now time skip

ya day got even worse

tsukishima was MILKING it and you were tired of it

you were FINISHED

you were about to leave when you walked past the gym

“look there’s a mole rat crawling back to the sewer drains.”

you turned your ass back tf around and walked into that gym

now yamaguchi and yachi feel the irritation coming off of you

you threw your bookbag on the ground and you took off your blazer

“on my fucking mama you keep talking SHIT tsukishima but thats alright imma beat ya ass for that then. since you wanna talk like a bitch you can get dragged like one, hoe”

tHEN HERE COMES THE INSTAGAITORSSSSSSS

“OOOHHHHHHH” -tanaka

“GET INTO IT Y/N!!!” noya

sugawara been EXCITED for some drama

AND HIS HOMEGIRL ABOUT TO THROUGH HANDSSSSSS

“yeah okay sure go back to the pound”

the team is INVESTED NOW

kiyoko and asahi went 👀 too

now you just run up on ya boy and WITH THE POWER OF

Z E U S H I M S E L F

you SWANG ON THE NIGGA

GOT HIM IN THE CHEEK

THE SOUND OF THE IMPACT WAS SOLID BABY

“DAMNNNNN” - the whole team

now that bitch caught off guard and stumbling

and he LIVID

i hc that if tsukki can talk allat shit his hands can also make up for it

i know his brother was play fighting with him too when they were younger

“put em up bitch”

“alright lets fucking go then”

now yall SCRAPING

nun of the playing shit

yall getting solid hits on each other

aint nobody stepping in

yall hitting like mf BOXERS up in that bitch

you even got him in the bleachers

you KNOW damn WELL someone’s recording aka tanaka

nishinoya is HYPING YOU UP bc i KNOW he been WANTING to swing on him but he cant bc he’s his senpai

“WHOOP HIS ASS Y/N GO IN BITCH!”

both of yall hits are connecting

tsukishima got a GOOD hit in and busted ya lip

now you mad

idk about yall but if i got my lip busted it would be over im going ham let out the beast

havent had a fight where im bleeding yet irl

back to our scheduled program

if you’re worrying about your skirt dont worry you wear biker shorts under that bitch aint nobody getting flashed

yall finally move from the bleachers

you are even more pissed

yall both are leaking by now

the team finally starting to intervene

yamaguchi, asahi and ennoshita holding tsukishima back

suga, daichi and tanaka holding you back

hinata and yachi standing inbetween yall

“AYE YO YAMAGUCHI GET YA BOY AND TELL HIS BUM ASS TO STOP TALKING MAD SHIT FORE I KNOCK HIS ASS THE FUCK OUT”

“KNOCK ME OUT THEN BITCH. KNOCK ME THE FUCK OUT LIKE YOU CLAIM YOU WOULD.”

kageyama just standing there like “bitches started fighting and i was deadass rootin for her but um... ion know now wtf do i do.”

cap’n daichi speak up like GO GET COACH UKAI AND TAKEDA TF???

he like alr bet and call that nigga freeces BECAUSE HE’S GON

more words are being said

tsuki says some REALLY slick shit

yall were RELEASED AND BABY YOU SERVED HIM THAT ONE TWO MUHAMMAD ALI COMBO PUNCH THAT MADE HIS KNEES BUCKLE LMAOAOAOOAOAOAOAO

when tanaka went in nishinoya took a hold of the phone to record

that man is becoming a professional cameraman with the angles he getting

he getting on the floor

his hands are mad fucking steady even tho he’s screaming DUMMY LOUD

tsuki bounces back and yall are back at it

them hits baby...

LOUD

everybody getting loud

nishinoya doing straight LAPS around yall SCREAMING

asahi is like the only once trying to like pull yall away but you accidentally swang on him

“damn aight im out”

he dropped that idea and went to sit down bc this getting too much for him

when he went to school today he definitely didnt think you would almost rock his shit

kageyama bust in that bitch like

“THE FEDS ARE HERE”

que for everyone look innocent

you kicked tsukishima down there and grabbed ya shit then DIPPED

yall both looking rough but tsuki..... you got him

coach ukai and takeda get there just as you book it out there

tsukishima was deadass about to chase you tf down bc that was PLAYING DIRTY

not yo fault this bitch a 6’0 tall bean pole with muskle

takeda got glasses so he was like nishinoya GET HER NEOW

nishinoya’s a fast mf so he was like alr BET

tanaka’s phone was RETRIVED AND IN HIS BAG

he def sending that to the group chat that you, coach and takeda and tsuki arent apart of bc snitches get stitches

nishinoya BOOKING IT after you

you sitting on the sidewalk with some tissues wiping your nose

nishinoya pulled up like “WASSUP MY LIL CHAMPION”

“okay so takeda sent my ass after you but imma just let you go home and imma just pretend you fought me on this then went all flash gordon on us and dipped. aight?”

“okay.”

“lets take a picture bc i’ll be damned if i dont memorialize this shit. how you feel now?”

“tired and my face hurts a lil”

“who knew yall both could pack a punch like a lunchable.”

“mh.”

yall took a pic

you KNOW the type of pic

“my homegirl just whooped some ASS lets GOOOO”

caption filter posted on his private instagram

then he let you go dummy fast

went back to takeda like nah she was gone

tsukishima got ice packs on his face, clothes ruffled, hair crazy, sports glasses crooked

that bitch is PISSED

deadass wants a round two

you on the other hand fixed yourself up and got a snack

you told ya mom that you got into a fight

even asahi cheek sting a lil

i think the whole team fw the fact you beat his ASS

walking home yamaguchi tried to talk about it to him asking if he was okay

tsukishima damn near beheaded him and yamaguchi said fuck that i wanna live past 20

on monday....

whew you were in a good ass mood

i mean lashes on hair popping lip gloss shinin like chicken grease

shit was a good day bc you WANTED to see how he looked after it

you knew you got good hits in

you on the other hand covered up your bruises with foundation (fenty)

popped on some cute ass fake (or real) glasses to hide anything else

tsukishima was PISSED lookin at you

at the end of the month yall became cool again so alls good

[jojo-reader-hell]

Time to show you all how we do it in the pinta cuh.

Gwess x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Uh, I guess just Gwess being Gwess. I don’t expect everyone to assume she’s not going to be abusive.

Also if I catch anyone complaining about the Spanglish it’s going down and I know for sure you’ve never kicked it with the 90’s cholas in your entire sheltered life.

...

“Oye, listen bollera.”

“Told you not to fuckin’ call me bollera cabrona.”

“Cállate tu boca. Escucha bollera. Esa machorras, they do shit differently in the pinta. I worry about your ass because you don’t got one mean bone in your body. Shit, you couldn’t even stand up to the guera who bullied you in eighth grade. But I’ll tell you how it is in there esa. Maybe you’ll have the advantage since you’re going in a bollera, not coming out one…”

“What’s bollera?”

She butchers the Spanish, and all you can do is fucking laugh at her poor attempts. Your girlfriend frowns from between your legs, but you tug at her hair to get her to shut up her whining.

Saturdays, she always bugs you in your free time from writing to spend time with her. What the hell is there for two girls to do in prison on a date anyways? You can play cards with her in the yard, have her spot you lifting weights, all that shit gets old. Instead the two of you stay in, she begs you to baby her and brush her hair, and you oblige. Treating it like your grandma did and telling her stories while she made sweet eyes at you.

“How come you always talk in Spanish whenever you tell me stories about us meeting and falling in love?” She asks, pouting her lips up at you.

“Because that’s how it happened esa.” You laugh, tugging on her hair again and making her squeal, “It’s rare that I even get to act like this, not easy being trapped in the middle of two cultures and not getting accepted by either or. But with my babe, I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

She pulls on your jailbird blues, wanting a kiss but you make her wait. It’s just how that shit goes. You still hold grudges from the time she made your first stint into prison some bullshit.

“As I was saying mensa, as every corresponding event would prove in the future, it seemed Little Mosca was, for lack of a better term, entirely full of shit.”

To a point though, as you would later find out. But when it came to it, she didn’t know you or your life.

Never the less you’d have never thought your time in the “pinta” was going to be as smooth sailing as it was. You expected to get into fights, possibly be violated, become “somebody’s bitch” as they so eloquently put it in every fucking prison movie you could get your little pizza hands on. That’s what they told you in your friend groups too. Stop doing loca shit with the girls and go back to school, school girl. You should be at home studying fool. You like to talk about stupid shit like rocks and fucking video games all fucking day. You’re still a kid.

It pisses you off and only serves to give you a Napoleon complex.

Maybe if you had listened, it wouldn’t have gotten you into a case of wrongful arrest that not even the best pro bono lawyer could get you out of. You expected to have no one to turn to in El Acuario. Especially when you didn’t seem to fit in any of the stereotypical niches that came from being an outsider in some bad ass peckerwood lands.

Last name is impossibly hard for the white kids to say? Three strikes you’re out and a beaner. Try to bond with the other people of color? Let’s face it, even if you’re on the same short end of the stick there’s no spot in that long history of oppression for you homes. Speak Spanglish even though you don’t know all that much Spanish because your parents took “English Only” as law? Now every homegirl at El Super is taking the piss out of you.

But say you get grudgingly accepted by the locas, but they’re the kind of girls that sport hoop earrings, lipliner no lipstick, and a neck covered in hickeys? Well, you had the last part, but when the hickeys were from another girl it tends to cause a ruckus in the barrio.

You didn’t expect to be led to your cell and recognize nearly every girl already locked up in there.

“A la verga! Es La Bollera guey!”

“Sad Girl?!” you exclaimed at the voice, only to be jostled into silence.

“Shut the fuck up!” Screams the guard who is leading you.

“Orale bollera! The fuck are you doing in here homegirl?!”

“Let her go homes, she ain’t do shit!”

“Ay loca! The fuck did you do to get in here foo? Get caught eating panocha again?!”

“She ain’t do shit pinche culero! Let her go!”

But somehow against every barrier, life worked in its own way. You went to school, tried to keep it straight to fit in, let your energy help you to fit in seamlessly no matter where you went. But the homegirls always warned you to stay out of shit. Even though they all loved you anyway, bollera y todo, they always claimed you barely survived outside when it came to your sweet nature, how the hell were you going to last a day in the pinta?

The way they seem to want your freedom, it seems like you’re going to incite a riot among the chicanas.

You’re almost embarrassed. Every mom friend on the block seems to be doing time the same way as you, but the camaraderie doesn’t last too long.

So far the worst part of Green Dolphin was being arrested. Slammed on the hot hood of a police cruiser and cuffed, thrown around like you were a rag doll. Granted it wasn’t any fun having la juda sticking their fingers into where you didn’t want anyone except your future partner to, but that and the mugshot, it came with the territory. Eventually your homegirls do have to quiet down, not before reassuring you that they got your “esquina”. Well, now that you’re trapped in a six by eight cell with some goo goo eyed chick that acts like she’s la reina of the whole fucking place, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be an option anymore.

Even better… she’s not even Hispanic or Latina. Her skin is pasty white and clashes with her blue koolaid dyed lips.

No matter. You know how to deal with the white girls too. That’s the beauty of being able to chameleon your way into any situation.

“Uh… hey.” You say awkwardly. “Nice to meet you.”

She doesn’t say a word. Weird. You have to scoot by her to take your place on the bottom bunk, about four seconds from opening your mouth to ask the dreaded ice breaker “what are you in for”, when she suddenly yanks you by the coveralls.

Oh… Oh hell no.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Thats my bunk-…”

Earrings off. Let’s go fool. It goes down like Diddy Kong, or more like Donkey when that’s just the type of punch she gets seemingly out of nowhere. You don’t have to turn around to know. She was fucked the minute she tried to get you.

It’s a matter of seconds, after you’ve floored her to the enamel first and pretty much sat on her chest, your hands and an unseen force have her pinned below you with your hands around her skinny guerra neck. The homegirls must have thought the screams were coming from you, because immediately you hear the banging of iron bars as your homegirls are coming to back you up.

“Oh shit! Bollera! Que esta pasando guey?!”

“Get the fuck off her white bitch!”

Their spring into action is stopped dead in its tracks when they see you’re strangling the girl on the floor. It takes them a minute to really comprehend the predicament you’ve got the girl in. When they only knew you from hang outs at Burger King or some dude’s house, they don’t truly know the reason that you waltzed in among them. Unafraid. Unyielding. They only know you that you’re a real loca to be walking around with girls who claim to be so.

They’re dead silent. Don’t even say shit when the girl’s turning blue. Not a word of encouragement or a “ja guey” to keep you going. But it’s fine.

You knock her back and forth into the enamel. She keeps trying to kick you off but her arms are pinned. You’re too far up on her chest, almost sitting on her breasts, smothering her down and punctuating every sentence with a jolt of her head against the flooring as you press down on her windpipe.

“Andale puta, you wanna play that way, I’ll play too.”

She’s blue. Turning the same shade as her lipstick. But you let her stay conscious enough to squeak out an answer.

“Here’s a few rules home girl, keep your fucking hands off me and leave me the fuck alone. I don’t give a shit about you, I didn’t get thrown in the pinta to get fucked up by some gabacha. But you wanna play that shit with me? Al rato bitch!”

“Sueltalo Bollera!”

“You feel me bitch?” You growl.

“Sueltalo homegirl! She ain’t worth it!”

“Let her go!”

“You feel me?!” You insist.

A squeak. That’s all you get from her. A small squeak of affirmation and you let her neck go, continuing to to make your bed as she flounders on the floor, totally ignorant of your homegirl’s gawking but feeling proud of yourself none the less.

It’s no fanfare when you meet up with everyone else later on. They tell you to watch your shit and to leave your cellmate at that. If word gets out, you might have a couple more fights at this rate.

But it doesn’t matter. Smooth sailing from now on since you stood up to her before she could get a hit in.

“You hit me though!”

“Technically that was my Stand that hit you.”

Those same blue koolaid lips pout at you again, and this time you lean down to give her a kiss right on her mouth. She squeals, its that same familiar sound she made when you had her pinned to the floor all those months ago.

“Yeah and you tried to knock my ass out too, but the thing I wasn’t prepared for was to meet someone who liked it like that.” You laugh.

Gwess just huffs, making grabby hands at your coveralls and begging you for more affection.

That’s how it goes in the pinta though. At least Little Mosca was right about that part.

[es05l2k5sl]

I'll never understand why WB had to redesign the Batcast for the new Bat adventures. Some characters took getting used to. But as for the villains, I'm roasting they asses cus they're ugly. Can't change my mind.

These Oswalds together look like 2 different people bruh. But we're here to talk about new Oswald. This Wimpy x Olive Oyl fusion snoody looking ass bitch. I'd like his outfit if it didn't have that lazy drawned bow tie looking like 2 triangles glued together & those fake ass MJ gloves. Also when tf did he have 10 fingers in dis universe? Also fuck that hair. Rocking a balding Mullet like ponytail before. Now it's just a boring cut down. Got dat snooty ass bitch look on face like his bird shit don't be stinking. I'll rock tf out u. Lookin like a whole ass Looney character or sum mf from the 30s.

Wot da fuck dey got Selena wearing here? Sis looking like a whole ass alien. Kid vs Kat looking ass bish. And her skin white af too? Did sis fall in some damn Joker acid too? Sis whole lower face is white as shit! Dat shit paler than crack. Like sis got the white slapped outta her and she just turned whiter. Das probably what happened. Her ass probably got on my mans Bruce last nerves one night and got da shit backslapped out her ass.

So my dude Matthew got turned a different color pal & got his neck privileges revoked? Lazy af but not the worst revamp.

You kno that meme: "upgrade, upgrade, FUCK GO BACK!"? Dis pre much sums up Jonathan here. My mans jus looks so dirty here. Looking straight outta da trash bin. Like literally dirty. Nasty ass teeth probably got dat hot ass breath blowing thru them bitches. Das a real fear toxin right there. Long ass black as shit dirty ass hair. Tryna copy off my girl from the ring w dat shit. Need to take dat dirty ass wig and mask and Amish hat tf off my dude. It is not rocking you. Dat whole worn out trashy ass outfit ain't working for you either hoe. You need to take yo ass a bath bitch cus your arms looking brown and ashy as a bitch. You can not even THINK about borrowing anything from me w yo dirty creepy stalker lookin ass. If you don't put down that damn stick like yo ass need help walking and shit I oughtta bitch ya ass with the shit fo going around dressed like dis. Take that damn rope off your neck bitch fo I do something Bruce won't do.

Bruh, you can not go up to my face and tell me these niggas are the same person in the same mofucking universe! Jervis What da fuck did they DO TO YOU MY N**GA?? N**ga looking like a damn leprechaun with special needs and shit. Rocking all dat dookie green swag but you got no swag anymore my dude. It's shit like you clothes and yo breath! Yo shits wasn't perfect and white before but them hoes looking hella worse now. What you get drinking all that damn tea my n**ga. Ol Tiny ass n**ga. Like wot. HOW?! HOW TF DID YO ASS SHRINK??? LIKE SOMEBODY TOSSED YOU ASS IN A LAUNDRY DRYER AND PROBABLY FORGOT TO TAKE YO STUPID ASS OUT. PROBABLY WHY YO HAIR WHITE AND SMALL AS SHIT YA UGLY ASS LUCKY CHARMS LOOKING ASS CRACK FEENY. If you don't hop yo ass back under a rainbow with dem skinny ass broken heel lookin ass tap dancing shoes.

Victor, bruh, they dem did yo ass so dirty in the new adventures. I ain't gonna lie that new suit kinda ok. But you looking like a whole skeleton and shit. Lookin like a young Palpatine & shit. Ol Frisky dingo looking ass! Need to put those goggles back on. The least yo (spoiler) 2003 Baxter Stockman ass can do now.

Yo ass probably looking mad as shit cus ya can't jack it no more n**ga. Dats all gon now. Long with yo unloyal ass wife. How tf she gon bounce on you after everything you did for her? After all the years and bull you had to put up with & she leave yo cold ass for another nibba? Fuck DCAU Nora. Just fuck her.

Scarface lookin like a damn Fanboy & Chum Chum character & his boy over here lookin like Chode. Next.

UUUUUUUUUUGGGHHHHHGG.

Just. UAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHH. Bruh I will never understand who tf thought this shit was a good idea?! Like who the fuck, was drawing dis nigga. Drew DIS Sus af shit. LOOKED at dis shit. And said to deyself: "Yeah dats da Riddler aight". HELL TO THE NAH DAT AIN'T NO DAMN DAS A (dick) FIDDLER! HE LOOKIN SUS AS FUCK NOW WITH THEM TIGHT AS GREEN SPANDEX AND THAT DARK AS HELL EYELINER. Looking like gay Christmas elf! Looking like a gay ass ballay dancer with them Spider Gwen ballerina shoes. You can't dance for shit nigga! Yo shit is SOOO DAMN TIGHT like I can get a good sight and shape picture of yo "Question mark" I'm telling y'all. sSSSUUUSSSSSSS. Looking like a bigasss lima bean. Skinny ass Jack skeleton moFucka. Like. They did my boy Eddy so freakin dirty with this. My mans had class, style, a nice look, HAIR. Now he. Whateverthelivingfuckdisbaldasspeterpanlookinmofuckasupposestobe. And i hate how that's how he did be lookin in almost every new Batverse when why tho? Nigg(m)a look stupid as hell. How tf he expect to be tooken seriously dressed and lookin like dis ? If I saw dis fucker in real life and he threatens me, imma laugh at his ass and beat him with his cane. Get ya Richard from Allen Gregory looking ass away from me. I can't!

Bruh it don't look that much but they did my mans Harvey dirty too. LOOK AT MY MANS FACE. good half i mean. Yall nigs kno. THESE MUHFUCKERS STRIPPED HIM OF HIS PRETTYNESS! Man. Dis version of Harvey was a pretty muhfucka. You can't deny dat shit

Even when he became Two-Face he still got dat 1 side of pretty.  And that deep af panty soaking voice to go along w it. He dat half and half package. 

Now HE LOOK LIKE DIS

WHOEVER TF DID DIS NEED DEY ASS WHOOPED! SQUARE TF UP NOW. NIGGA LOOKS LIKE EYEBROWLESS VERSION OF DOC FROM SECRET SATURDAYS. FAT ASS BLOCK NOSE MUH FUCKA.  His eye looks like traingle with a Nike logo on top of it. Lookin like a poorly drawn Dwayne The Rock Johnson. And ya other half ain't lookin that good either. Dat 1 eyebrow putting Helga Pataki to shame! I mean the shit didn't look good before but it was somewhat tamed, now the shit looking like full grownass caterpillar. And that lip black as hell. Kno that side dirty as fuuhck!

I don't even know what tf I'm sposed to say about DIS except (kinky..)

Angelica pickles looking ass. Bigass blonde captain coconut looking ass hairstyle. Looking like a blonde creepy ass Wednesday Adams. Dem black as fuck Kim possible lips. She actually looking like a family guy character with that bigass head and small body. I SWEAR she ded looking like one of Stewie's ex's right now my dude! Got  tiny ass flat ass guitar chip shoes. Looks like sis wearing fucking Zippers as shoes. Sis got that "i got something planned fo yo ass" smile. Sis look like she plotting something or did some evil shit already.

. . .

Bros I'm sorry but I'm just as confused as you like. I can't find a single thing different about Harley. Like literally nothing. Her makeup at night be looking blue sometimes, looking like a fakeass Livewire, but nah. They didn't even touch homegirl. Why tf is Harley the only character that stayed the same?????! Niggas was playing favorites. They had plans for that ass since day one. They was probs like: "Aye y'all. DO NOT TOUCH HARLEY. SHE STAYS THE SAME!" "why?" "JUST LISTEN TO ME BITCH!" "Wha bout her mans?" "Oh hell yeah fuck his shit up!" ...sigh.. Yep. It's that time...

UaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH what else is dere to be said about dis ugly ass nigga? Dis nigga look like Yakko Warner & Freakazoid's love child! Dis nigga look like a random Tiny toons or Animaniac character! With that dookie green shirt and flower. You and Riddler's gay ass both matching them Dexter's laboratory Gloves. Why tf yo eyes eyes black as fuck tho?! How tf does one do that to theyself?! Yo ass probably snorted some shit and ya shits expanded and that's prolly yo pupils with ya cracked out ass. Nigga don't even look like a clown no more. Hell Jared Leto Joker atleast had the lipstick down. Dis nigga got dem ashy ass lips hanging out. Nigga think he owning too. Nigga you don't own shit! Broke as hell now. And yo design broke too. Joker? Man more like Broker. Got dat fairly odd parents hair. Got that Cosmo and Wanda in one. Like bitch if you don't. Just like Riddler i can not take yo animaniac looking ass serious. You do not scare me bitch! Bye!

Now see dis? DIS is Aight! A lot more fitting and & faithful to the character. No over the fucking top redesign, you can actually tell it's the same damn character as before, a little bit of swag for personality

So that's the tea. Ivy & Croc are the only good rogue redesigns in the whole series, evBody else ugly as shit.

[dashhoney25]

DDose: Four

JASMINE

You and Hazel rode home in silence. You were heated and you couldn't understand the reason for her attitude. You decided to break the silence by questioning her. "Hazel.. what the fuck was that back there?," you asked her. She rolled her eyes. "Jas please, I don't wanna talk about it," she replied keeping her eyes on the road. "We have to talk about it! You were so rude to Adonis, he's been nothing but nice to us the entire time," you argue. She threw her head back in to her headrest while letting out a loud sigh. "I just don't trust him Jasmine!," she yelled. She didn't even know him.

"You don't even know him Hazel!," I yelled. "Neither do you!," she quickly shot back. "Well you're wrong... I like him," I said before folding my arms and ending the conversation, continuing the ride home in silence. Arriving home, I grabbed my things and went straight to my room. I texted Adonis to let him know I made it home safe. I HATED when Hazel acted like she was my mother, but there had to be a reason for all of this. It was more to the story.

You decided to invite some of friends of you and Hazel's over for a Girl's Night. Opening a group chat, you messaged the group and told them you two were having a girl's night and to bring wine. Sitting your phone down, you changed out of Adonis's clothes and grabbed a cute but sexy onesie and put it on. You went into the living room and got out the wine in the fridge plus some games to play. Maybe this girl's night in would brighten Hazel's sour mood.

Once the girls arrived, you all immediately started parting. In addition to drinking wine, you decided to make daiquiris. You told Hazel about the girls coming but she didn't want to be bothered. But of course, that didn't stop you. You made her a daiquiri anyway, and brought it to her room. "Haze," you said knocking on her door. Refusing to wait on her to answer, you opened the door and saw her sitting on her bed watching tv. "I told you I just wanna chill," she said. "We are chilling," you said putting her daiquiri on her dresser. You walked up to her and grabbed her hand pulling her up off her bed and out the room.

"If I stay out here for 10 minutes then can I come back to my room?" she negotiated. You knew once she started having fun, she'd feel better. You agreed to her negotiation stuck to your instincts with your plan. Walking into the livingroom you could hear a familiar song placing, you decided to turn up the music, and started dancing. "This is our song!," I yelled. I grabbed the remote and pretended it was a mic and Hazel followed my lead. You both started singing "Captain Hook" by Megan Thee Stallion. Going verse for verse and hyping each other up, it seemed like all of the worries of the day washed away in that moment. Once the song ended, you two went in the kitchen to grab some snacks. You sat on a bar stool as Hazel followed you.

"You feel better?," I asked Hazel. She smiled at you and nodded. "Thanks for getting me out of my room" she replied. "I never asked... how did your night go with Adonis? I'm just curious," she asked. You weren't sure if you should tell her about the tape, unsure at how she would respond. "It was great! The best night I had in a long time," I admitted to her. She smiled but she seemed like she was waiting for you to continue. You wondered if she already knew and was waiting on you to tell her. "He didn't do anything like... weird did he?," Hazel asked. "Well we um... kinda.... made a short sex tape!," I said crushing her spirit. Her jaw dropped. "It's not a big deal it's just a-," I attempted to explain but she cuts you off. "A sex tape Jasmine!? Are you crazy?," she snapped. "We were drinking and it seemed like a fun idea at the time," I explained but she was done. She stormed off to her room and slammed her door.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!," I said to myself before going to my room and checking your phone. You had a few messages from Adonis asking if Hazel had changed her mood. You didn't wanna tell him how you just made her mood ten times worse so you simply told him no. He asked why Hazel was upset with him back at the house but  you still weren't sure how answer him. His last message stated that he and Erik were coming over. You  went back into the living room and continued partying with the girls until 30 minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

"Hey, can one of y'all get the door," You asked a girlfriend. She walked to the door and opened it. "Ohh shit we got strippers!," she said playfully. I looked back and saw the twins walking in. "Chill Lena, they're not strippers." I said trying not to crack a smile. Erik look irritated. You and Adonis made eye contact and smiled at each other before you hopped in his arms. "Hey baby," I said kissing him. "Aye Jas, your homegirls gotta go, I gotta talk to Hazel," Erik said. I looked at him. "Erik, we're having a party," you said simply. He walked over to the TV and turned off the music. "Jasmine, I'm not playing," he said. You rolled your eyes. "Fine... I'll give the baby what he wants," you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. Sadly, you asked the girls to leave, they were pretty upset. You chalked it up to the fact that, that would probably the last time you'd be speaking to them. "Thank you," Erik spoke. Closing the door behind the last girl to leave, you walked down the hall to get Hazel. You and Hazel walk back into the living room. Hazel didn't believe you when you mentioned that Erik was here, she looked surprised to see him standing next to the couch.

"E? Adonis? What the hell are y'all doing here?," she asked. Erik walked up to her. "I been texting you since you left this morning but I never got a reply," Erik said. You walked over to Adonis on the couch and sat down on his lap. "Yeah well I didn't really wanna talk," Hazel said. "What's really your problem?," Adonis interrupts. You stared at him intently, nervous as to what might go down. "Well for starters, I don't like how you tricked Jasmine into making a sex tape!," she yelled. You threw your head in your hands. "Trick her? She wanted to do it! And I don't know why you being so judgmental as if you and Erik didn't do the same thing the first night y'all met," Adonis argued her back. You looked at Erik, then back at Hazel in utter shock. There's no way she was on your ass about making this tape when she did the same thing!

"What!?," you questioned in disbelief. Hazel looked at Erik, he was oddly quiet. "We never made a tape, Adonis you're lying! Erik tell him," Hazel said looking at Erik, awaiting an answer. Erik rubs his beard, looking away from Hazel. "Let's go talk in the back," Erik replied. "Erik tell him!," she yelled. Erik grabbed Hazel by the arm and took her to her room. You and Adonis locked eyes, "Ours was better," Adonis joked before kissing you.

ERIK

I leaned against the threshold of Hazel's bedroom door as I watched her pace back and forth. This nigga Adonis definitely dropped the ball. I was going to tell her just when the time was right. I watched as the frustration grew on her face. "Erik tell me right now that we don't have a sex tape!," she yelled. I looked at her. "I can't Princess, I'm sorry" I said. She hit me in the arm. I understood her frustration. She swung on me again before I grabbed her arms and sat her down on her bed. "Calm your ass down!," I demanded. She looked up at me. She was hurt. I couldn't argue with how she felt, especially finding out in front her best friend and my brother. I released my grip on her arms and finally spoke, "Im sorry... I'll delete it if you want me to," I said to her. She kept quiet. "Okay?," I asked her. "I wanna see you do it," she said. I smiled and agreed before sneaking a kiss from her before she could resist. I really didn't have any intentions of deleting the video, but I knew once she saw it she'd wanna keep it. I kissed her neck before she pushed me away.

"Don't even," she said. I smiled as we rejoined Adonis and Jasmine back in the living room. They were making out on the couch. Once the saw us they stopped. "Everything okay?," Jasmine asked and Hazel nodded. "Yeah, for now," Hazel said looking at me. "Yay!," Jasmine said. Adonis and I walked to the door. "See you at the gym tomorrow beautiful," Adonis said to Jasmine before kissing her. I could tell he was really feeling her, I knew he would. "Bye," she said biting her lip.

I looked at Hazel. "Lunch tomorrow?," I asked her and she smiled. She was clearly still upset but nothing she couldn't get over. I kissed her forehead before leaving. We walked back to the car and I got in the driver's seat while Adonis got in on the passengers' side. "You sure Hazel good?," Adonis asked me. I looked at him. "Yeah nigga after you fucking snitched," I said. "How was I supposed to know she ain't know!?," he asked as I started the car and pulled off. "Well regardless your big ass mouth got me in trouble," I said and he smiled. "You'll be out the dog house in no time all you gotta do is take care of the cat," Adonis joked. I shook my head and laughed him off.

Arriving home, I parked my car and went inside while Adonis went to the garage to workout. I walked to my office and entered a code into the door to enter, I quickly closed the door behind me. I opened the drawer to my desk and pulled out my flash drive. I inserted the flash drive into my computer and pressed a button to project the information onto my tv. I pressed play and watched as Hazel's ass bounced up and down on me. I could never bring myself to delete this masterpiece

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[thadelightfulone]

Better When You Are Quiet

Summary: Keyara and her group are studying for their Chemistry final.

Finals Week at CSUF is both a blessing and a curse. The Student Union opens for 24 hours the week before and during finals week. All-night study rooms are wonderful, but Keyara wishes she was at home asleep instead of here. She finds herself with her Basic Chemistry study group sweating it out in a small room in the back of the Student Union. They just moved from chemical compounds to molar mass of those compounds. She enjoys the science, but mixing math and some of these long ass equations is some of that bullshit, getting on her nerves. Nevertheless, she needs this course for her Chemistry minor.  

They have been at it for 2 hours already. Everyone’s schedule only allowed the group to get together after 10 pm three days before their Chem final. You know, because they do not have other finals to finish studying for or papers to complete before the week is out. Keyara drops her pencil since she has finished the final two problems for their current section. She waits for their self-appointed group leader to move on.  

Erik is standing at the whiteboard, ready to solve the next problem so everyone can see it. “Did everyone finish number 15 yet?” He looks around, “I’ll give you a couple more minutes to find the number of Potassium ions.”  

Keyara sat back and waited while the rest of the group finished up. She was happy with the progress she had been making in the class ever since her friends started this study group. She was on the verge of failing after the first two exams and labs, and now she brought her grade up enough to keep up her GPA. The only drawback was the guy standing at the front of the room: Erik Stevens, certified jackass, number one in the class, and fione as all the fucks.  

Tapping her pencil on her notebook, she looks away from the 6 ft chocolate Adonis leaning against the board with a smug smirk on his face. Dimples deep enough to hide the eraser from her pencil, short dreads falling messily around his head. Tonight he happens to be wearing a black hoodie, a long white tee, and grey sweats. She looks back up as he turns back to the board to start working out the problem.  

Keyara slightly jumps when her neighbor and bestie, Stephanie, pokes her in the arm. Steph starts giggling at her and slides a sheet of paper to her. You two need to fuck already. Keyara rolls her eyes before snatching the paper and writing her response. Never gonna happen, so let it go. Stephanie shrugs her shoulders and turns her attention back to the whiteboard.  

Erik finishes writing and turns back around. “Is everyone within five-hundredths of 1.863 ions of Potassium?” Several heads look up at the board and then down at their answers. Those same people look around the group of seven, but no one says anything. “Come on, people. Now is not the time to be quiet. Let me know how I can help.” A hand goes up, “Yeah, Steph.”

“Ummm, Erik. That’s not what I got.” Stephanie puts her head down. She had been having just as much trouble as Keyara when they started meeting up. Keyara snatches her paper to have a look.  

“Girl stop.” Nodding her head, “Steph, I got the same thing as you.” She hits her with her elbow facing her with a smile.  

“So, you’re both wrong?” Erik laughs and shakes his head since he is not surprised. Stephanie and Keyara needed the most help out of the people in their small study group. “Where did I lose you?”

Keyara looks at her work and then back up at the board. She starts laughing, “It ain’t us, but since you asked.” She points at the board, “At the beginning. Your numbers are wrong, Erik.”

He looks down at the sheet in his hand and then turns to what he wrote on the board. “Nah, this looks good to me.” Looking at Keyara, who is rolling her eyes at him and tapping her pencil on the table, Erik grabs the practice exam that they had been using for questions. He rolls the exam up, slamming it down on the table. “Damn!”

“You see it now?” Keyara stands from her seat, walking to the front and takes the marker out of his hand. “You started with 98.3 grams of Potassium Carbonate instead of the 89.3 listed on question 15.” Smiling at him, she pats him on the back before pointing him to the nearest seat. “We are all off by less than two tenths from YOUR answer, but at least your work is correct.”  

Erik scoffs at her and takes the seat. “Man, whatever.”

“Don’t be mad. I said your problem-solving work was correct.” Keyara shrugs and turns to write the next problem on the board. “Maybe Dr. Filowitz will give you partial credit.” Some snorts and soft laughter reverberate throughout the small room. Erik stands up and rushes Keyara. She turns and stands tall right in front of him, waiting for him to say something.

Devin, another quiet but smart classmate on the other side of Stephanie, jumps up and speaks. “Hey! You know what it’s after midnight, and they gotta clean the room anyway. Why don’t we all take a break and come back in an hour?” He steps forward between Erik and Keyara, scooting her along and out of the way. Keyara moves towards Stephanie.

Steph throws her stuff in her bag, “Sounds like a plan. I could use a neck massage right about now.” She grabs Keyara’s stuff as she makes her way to the door, and they walk out of the room. “OH SNAP! They got protein bars and energy drinks. Thank god!” Stephanie’s loud voice booming down the hallway as everyone packs up, making way for the cleaning crew to come.  

Keyara and Stephanie walk into the basement pub lined with tables full of different grab & go snacks, juices, water, energy drinks, and school supplies. They pulled a few items and then took the elevator upstairs to the first floor near the Alumni fireplace where the volunteer masseuses set up the massage chairs. They wrote their names down and waited nearby against the opposite wall until their turn.  

“So, when are you gonna stop playing?” Keyara, who just bit into her apple eyes Steph over her glasses as she casually stirs the straw in her energy drink. Shaking her head, Keyara looks to the left, avoiding Stephanie’s stare. “Oh, come on. It is so obvious, it’s disgusting.”  

Finishing her bite, “Steph, I am not doing this with you. It is too late, and I am trying to relax.” She leans her head back against the wall. “Leave it alone, please.”  

“Key, if not him, then please from somewhere because I am sick of you.” Keyara can hear Steph’s nails tapping on her can.  

“We all can’t have D lined up waiting for us to call for delivery like some folks.” She pushes up her glasses as Stephanie gasps in faux outrage. “Nah, bitch. Don’t even. I just want to pass this class, and then I don’t have to deal with him anymore.”  

“Right, because the engineering major will not have any more science and math classes before he completes his degree.” Steph bumps her shoulder. “Until you finish your minor, you are stuck with him,” she snorts at Keyara’s pouting face.

“Don’t put that on me.” Just then, Keyara hears her name called from the far end of the chairs. “Gotta go. Bye.” Stephanie watches her go, smiling and slurping on her drink.  

---  

“Why do you let that girl get to you?” Erik and Devin are the last to leave the study room as the cleaning crew enters with their supplies.  

“Let who? Do what? Nah.” Shaking his head, “Do you know who I am?” Erik throws his backpack over his shoulder, holding onto his jacket. “I am not worried about lil Miss Keyara.”

“Right, ok. That’s why you almost did what to her a few minutes ago?” Devin grabs his messenger bag and walks out.

“Yo, that girl makes a nigga wanna throttle her. All that mouth. Why can’t she be like her homegirl?” Erik catches up to him in the hallway.

Devin stops and looks at Erik, “You want Keyara to act like Stephanie? Oh, now I know you buggin’.”

“Not all the way like her, because you know how Steph gets down, and Miss Thang is too uptight for all of that. But like Steph knows what to say and when to say it.”

“Steph caters to the male ego. Key is not about to do all that, and you know it.”  

“Yeah, well, a nigga can dream.” Devin laughs and nods as they make their way to the Midnight Snack area in the basement. “Man, I wish it was PB & J night. I hate energy drinks.”  

Devin stops as they approach the table, “Damn, there she go.” Erik runs into his outstretched arm and follows his line of sight. “Brittany looking right.” Watching the girl in question, bend over in her baby blue sweatsuit, “Juicy, oh yes. Yes, she is.” Erik laughs and grabs some fruit and juice from the table.

“Let’s go out to the patio. I’m not tryna stay in here.”

They find an empty table outside and sit down. Erik leans back in his chair, briefly closing his eyes as he hears the music pumping through the outdoor speakers. He cracks open his apple juice when Devin waves over some of their people. They all start chatting about how their finals are going, how many they have left, and their Winter Break plans.  

He looks up to the Alumni lounge, where he can see the massage chairs and decides to get one. He daps up the guys and runs up the stairs outside the building to get to the first floor. Erik makes it upstairs to see Steph standing by herself against a wall. “Where do you sign in?” She points to a table, and he runs over to add his name to the list before heading over to Stephanie. “So, where’s your girl?” She looks behind him, and he looks up to see Keyara sitting down for her massage. He smiles, throws up a peace sign, and walks over.  

Erik makes his way to Keyara’s chair, and sees Brisa, a Kinesiology major, and friend, moving behind her to adjust the settings on the chair to make her more comfortable. Keyara has leaned forward with her head in the chinrest, ready for her massage to begin. He taps Brisa, whispering, “Aye, let me handle this massage for you. Go take a break.”  

“Erik, you know I can’t do that. She already knows I am doing her massage.” He smiles at her, pleading with his eyes. She huffs at him, “Fine. Are you getting a massage?” He looks at Keyara, who sits up and is getting ready to turn around. He holds her shoulder in place to keep her from moving. Erik nods in the affirmative to Brisa, “Then I got you, and only me.”  

“Done.” He moves up behind Keyara as Brisa walks behind him.  

“15 minutes, E. Not a minute longer.” She taps him and leaves. 

Erik moves his hands up to the sides of Keyara’s neck, rubbing slow circles from under her ears to the top of her shoulders. She leans forward and relaxes all her weight into the chair.  

Keyara closes her eyes and allows her body to relax as the hands squeeze and roll the tense muscles in her neck, shoulders, and upper back. She softly moans but doesn’t say anything at all. She starts drifting off when the hands move lower down her back.  

“So, is this what a nigga gotta do to keep you quiet?” Erik whispers in her ear. Keyara tries to turn around, but Erik runs his hands along her spine, rolling from the inside out towards her waist. It felt wonderful, but she still stiffens under his touch pulling her arms up. “Relax. I’m just trying to release the tension. You are carrying a lot of shit in your shoulders and back, you know.” He presses harder, and Keyara moans again.

Keyara mumbles, “Just shut up, Erik,” she drops her arms back to the sides of the massage chair, “Enjoy it while you can, it’ll be the only time you touch me.” Erik chuckles and finishes her massage.  

---

Thirty minutes later, everyone in the group has made it back to the now freshly cleaned study room. Devin looks around, and even though everyone seems much more relaxed than before, they took the break; he can already tell going on will be a waste of time for them.  

“Yo, it’s almost 2 am. Let’s call it a night for Chem. I know a few of us have a final or two in the morning and want to get some more study time or sleep before it.” Everyone agrees, and some even yawn, “Yep, see ya Thursday.”

They all clear out of the room, going their separate ways. Erik and Devin catch up with the guys they were talking to earlier. He can study for his next final with a few of them. Steph and Keyara part ways since Stephanie’s last final exam is the Chem one. She has papers for the rest, so she’s headed home. Keyara walks towards the front of the Student Union. She has an 8 am final and decides to stay on campus instead of fighting traffic, trying to return to campus in about 3 hours.  

Keyara heads upstairs to the Quiet Study Lounge and finds a couch in the corner. She curls up on one side and opens her book to study. About an hour later, her book has fallen off her lap, and she is sleeping curled into the back of the couch.  

Erik finished studying with his homies and decides to find a quiet space to chill until his 9 am final. He walks into the Quiet Study Lounge and finds Keyara asleep in the back on the two-seater. He takes the seat next to her, picks up her book, and sets it on the table. Watching her quietly for a few minutes, he notices her slightly shivering. He grabs his jacket and lays it over her, making sure she is covered then straightens her legs out pulling them over his own. He puts in his earbuds, leans back and closes his eyes.  

---

Keyara’s alarm goes off at 7, and she sits up suddenly, sensing a heavy weight on her chest and legs. She feels the jacket fall to her lap, and as she picks it up to look it over, placing her phone on the table, she notices arms draped across her legs, which are laying on the owner’s lap. Keyara softly inhales when she looks at the culprit, Erik freaking Stevens. She takes in his relaxed sleeping posture - head back, arms across her legs and his own stretched out, crossed at the ankle under the table in front of the couch.  

The alarm on her phone goes off again, vibrating against the table, causing Erik to stir. He looks up at her as she turns it off. “Good morning Sunshine.” He smiles at her, deep dimples showing and golds gleaming.  

Keyara sighs, “Moment ruined.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not the only one who is better when quiet.” She stands up, gathering her backpack, throwing Erik’s jacket at him. Keyara looks at him as he stares back in shock. “Shut up and come on.”

“Come where? I don’t even get a thank you for giving you my jacket while I was shivering in my sleep?”

“My thank you was gonna be a breakfast burrito before my final, but if you don’t want it. I’ll just head to class now.” Keyara walks to the door, Erik hot on her trail. 

He catches up to her, throwing his arm over her shoulder. “That’s all you had to say, babygirl.”

“Nah uh,” she pushes his arm off her, “you have done enough touching on me for the day.”  

Drawing Keyara back into him and wrapping his arms around her waist, Erik erupts into a full-body laugh that sends chills through her.

“I’m tryna have my hands all over you again.” He nuzzles her neck as she leans back into him.  

She groans and smacks at his hands trying to get out of his grasp. “My final is over at 10.”  

“I’ll be at your place by 12,” he nips her ear and lets her go. “Now, for this burrito, you promised a nigga.”  

She pops in the arm, pouting, “I swear I hate you.”  

He walks backward in front of her, “You hate to want me; there is a huge difference.” His sly smile matches her bashful one as they head to the Carl’s Jr. across campus.

[artisticestheticreads]

Summertime Magic VIII

A/N: Sorry, it’s late but I have had no sleep because insomnia is a bxtch and my sanity is being tested. But I hope y’all enjoy.

WARNING: Angst, blood and teary moments

SONG RECOMMENDATION: TOO DEEP TO TURN BACK by Daniel Caesar

    N’Jadaka was home, fresh out of the shower when he looked through his neatly organized closet. He decided to slip on a navy blue thin tee with jeans and matching converse. He put his father’s chain on and his gold Rolex with diamond studs in to complete the look. He took a look in the mirror by his front door before he left. “Fuck, can’t wait to get my shit blessed. Lookin’ like a pretty ass bummy nigga.” On his way to Y/N’s place, he got a call and grinned as he answered through the BlueTooth system in his car. “What up, cuz?”

   On the other side, Shuri was in her lab as everyone slept. She sported her white lab coat with protective goggles and shoes as well. “Hello, prince. I am calling to see if you are ready for the youth center.” N’Jadaka steered the wheel with his left hand. “Yeah, but why the hell you up so late?” She held up a test tube with a glowing liquid that subtly changed colors. “You should know by now that rarely sleep. Just like you, dear cousin. Besides, I am working on a new cure for ones who do not have the bones of their former selves. This will be perfect for the elderly or just a child with a sprained ankle. I used one of the healing herbs from Zuri’s garden with a touch of vibranium.”

“That couldn’t wait until the morning. You need all the sleep you can get, Shuri.”

“I can sleep when I am dead, N’Jadaka. But I will be down to look at the youth center. T’Challa and Okoye will be in New York, planning for the center out there.” N’Jadaka nodded stopping at the red light when he turned to the right to see his baby’s future shop. “When you gonna be here?”

“I will be there in 72 hours so I want my room set for me. Clean sheets and all.”

“Don’t push it, cuz”, he said with a straight face pulling up to the liquor store. “Aye, cuz. Ima call ya back. Love you, sis.” She smiled and said, “love you too.” He stepped in the store and grabbed a hand cart; walking over to the chip section to grab a few things that were Y/N’s favorite. He strolled over to the cooler when he felt like he was being watched. He rose his brow paying no mind when he felt a target on his back. He put the drinks in the cart and looked through the glass door to see a figure mirrored against it. When he was about to get over to the icee section, a man stood beside him, just a few inches shorter than the prince. “What up, my nigga? You a little too close”, N’Jadaka said with a brow rose. 

  The man wore a floral jersey with jean shorts that stopped passed his knees. His skin was light skin and fairly toned with red beaming through. “You the nigga with homegirl down the street?” N’Jadaka turned faced to him with the cart beside on the counter, arms folded in front of his crotch. “Why da fuck you wanna know?”

“ ’Cause you with my homie’s girl? Dat’s why, nigga?” N’Jadaka looked him up, down, and chuckled which the man didn’t like. “The fuck you laughing at?” N’Jadaka looked at him in the eye inching closer to him. “Nigga, have you looked at ya self in the mirror, hm? You look like a Chris Brown background dancer reject. You look like the type of nigga that lipsyncs Trey Songz and lick ya ashy ass lips every two seconds on Instagram live and shit. Nigga, just moonwalk ya ass to where you ever you claim to be from and tell ya nigga that if he did his muthafucking job, like a real ass nigga like me, his ass would have never been demoted and I wouldn’t have got promoted.” He placed the icee in a drink tray when the guy still stood there. Without looking at him, he asked: “you still here, little nigga?” The man walked away and N’Jadaka paid for his stuff and left when he noticed a man selling flowers on the corner.

  He pulled up to the house getting his stuff and knocked on the door with the stuff behind his back. Y/N opened the door with a smile and her hair under a hair wrap. She wore a black short bodysuit and damn, did she look good. He leaned down to kiss her forehead and then her lips softly. “Mmm mmm, lips are magically delicious”, he told her; that made her giggle with a small snort. “Come in, silly.” When they walked in, N’Jadaka saw CJ in the chair with a cape around his neck for his cut. “Aye, what up bruh,” Daka said and CJ gave him a nod. “Good. Good.”

“Oh, Daka. What is behind ya back”, Y/N asked as she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Choose a hand”, he said with his brow rose and she smiled, pointing to the left. He pulled it from behind his back and revealed her favorite snacks and icee. Y/N shimmed and did her happy dance getting the stuff. “Too bad you ain’t pick the right”, he told her as he pulled out the right from his back, watching her eyes get big with a pout. He held out the beautiful bouquet of rainbow daises that were wrapped in yellow tissue paper. “You can have them but you gotta do something for me.”

“And what is that?”

“You gotta do that thing I love so much.” She rolled her eyes and smiled a little scrunching her nose for him. He chuckled as he handed her the flowers and she kissed his lips. “Thank youuuu, Daka.” She put them in a vase and placed them on her coffee table. He kicked his shoes off by the door and sat on the couch waiting. Soon, CJ was gone and N’Jadaka took his place at the sink for his hair to be washed. “Don't’ be falling asleep like last time.” After she washed his hair, she began twisting and finally got to the shape up. As she stood in front of him, he rubbed the back up her plush thighs and looked up to her. She kissed his forehead and smiled against his skin. 

   Once she was done, she cleaned up with his help and they sat on the couch, feeling comfortable as they ate snacks up until someone opened the door. Kesha wore a hoodie with a pair of shorts and sandals. “Hey, girl”, she said as she saw the couple on the couch. “N’Daka.” He rolled his eyes still looking up at the screen. “Koolio.” Kesha walked over the other side of the couch and sat in the styling chair. “Shay, your appointment isn’t for another hour.” 

“I know but we can get a head start.” N’Jadaka held her down closer to him and she giggled before finally getting out of his arms. Y/N flopped the cape out and was about to wrap it around her neck when Shay stopped her. “Is it clean?” Y/N gave her look that N’Jadaka also gave her at the same time. Y/N wrapped the cape around and began to blow dry her hair better before flat ironing it. They sat in silence as the TV played in the background. Y/N looked over at N’Jadaka who watched her. “Yes, Mista Man. Can I help you?”

“Why you so damn pretty, huh? Old thick, cocoa butter self.” He leaned back and continued. “Ya got a man? I know yo cute ass do.” She looked at him with a smile and said “I mean I do but don’t you got a girl? You all handsome over there so I know you got one somewhere.” He stood, making his way to the kitchen and leaned into her ear. “I don’t have a girl. I got a princess.” He kissed the crook of her neck before getting to the fridge. Kesha sat there being irritated and aggravated at the cuteness. “Don’t burn me, Y/N.”

“When have I ever burned you, Kesha”; silence. “Exactly”. N’Jadaka pulled out the popcorn of the microwave and sat at the counter, watching Kesha being more bitter than ever. “Baby, guess what?”

“What, love?” He kissed her cheek and sat on the couch, eating. “Shuri gonna be in town in a couple of days.” Y/N looked over at him and asked: “so I finally get to meet Shuri in person?” He nodded. “Yeah. She coming out to look at the center we got up. Someplace in downtown and whatnot.” Y/N nodded and added “bet.” Kesha looked between them with something to say but kept it quiet. After her hair was done in a slick ponytail and side part. She handed the money to Y/N and watched her as she walked into her room. 

  When Y/N turned, she saw Kesha staring at her. “Y/N, we need to talk.” Y/N locked her safe and sat on the bed. “What’s up?” Shay beside her and said, “he changin’ you.” Baby Girl side eyed her and said: “the fuck are you talking about?”

“You changed. You don’t even call me anymore.”

“Seriously? I’ve been working.”

“And being with him 24/7″.

“Well, excuse me for spending too much time with my man, Kesha.”

“Well, you being a clingy ass bug-a-boo. A nigga shows you attention and you hop on him quick as fuck.” Y/N rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Look, I don’t know what is up with you but this is not the bitch I know and love.”

“If you love me Shay, then ya ass will be happy I’m with a man like him.”

“Psh. He just like any otha nigga from the hood.” Y/N stood and folded her arms, eyebrow raised up. “No, he ain’t. He a real man. He helps me a lot. Have you noticed that or have you been selfish?” Kesha stood and asked “excuse me? But I am only looking out for you.” Y/N asked “how, Sway? How?” 

“I mean..” She stopped to think of what to say next. “Ima just come out and say it. He using you but you too stupid to see it.”

“Did you forget that I can snatch that fucking ponytail out ya raggedy-ass head?” Shay rolled her eyes and said “girl, bye. Do you see how that nigga looks? I mean....why you think he with you, sis? He can be fucking otha bitches half ya size.” That cut Y/N to her core. Her expression had dropped along with her hands. She was in such a deep thought, trying to fight tears. She always on the heavy side but when she got older, her body matured before everyone. She had to keep herself covered with big clothes to keep the boys’ wandering eyes away from her frame. Girls called her fat, chunky, disgusting and all. Kesha was there to make her feel better but Y/N slowly realized that Kesha had become one of the girls she hated.  She walked up as she told her “you are just jealous.”

“Jealous of what, exactly? Look at me.”

  “Ya jealous because Y/N got a real man who loves the way she is while you fucking otha bitches’ niggas”, they heard from the door. N’Jadaka stood there, arms folded and made his way over. He wrapped his arms around Y/N and told Kesha “you just another bitter ass skinny ass female who hatin’ on her homegirl because she got someone who cares. Y/N is a full ass package while you just the little envelope that muthafuckas toss away on the ground and step all over. Ya just another trash ass person with nothing to offer anymore.” Y/N stood still rubbing his arms and looking down. He held her chin up with a single finger and asked his lady, “you want her to leave, baby girl?” She nodded to stop her crying from coming through. He looked at Kesha then to the door and back at her. “Go. Now.”

“Whatever. nigga.” Before she left, she said “watch. He gonna break ya heart like everyone and ya know it.” Y/N looked to her and said: “add ya self to the list.” Y/N held her hand out and said: “I want my key back.” Kesha tried to not show how shook she was but it didn’t work as she struggled to take it. When she finally did, she threw it on the bed and stormed out the home. N’Jadaka had let her go to lock up and came back to see her sitting on the bed beside the key. “Baby Girl, you okay?” She looked up to him then down. He stood quietly watching her as she sat there, head to the ground until he held his hands out. She looked to him as he smirked and said “get up. I got you, baby. Always will.” She took his hands and he held her to his chest before they walked to the bathroom.

   “Alright, little one. Look in the mirror, shoulders back and chin up.” She did as she was told he said “very good. Now, repeat after me, aight?” She nodded and he began. “I am beautiful.”

“I am beautiful.”

“Good. I am powerful.”

“I am powerful.”

“I am strong.”

“I am strong.”

  He looked to her in the mirror and kissed her head. “Say I am loved.” She looked up to him to see his smirk and she copied. “I am loved.” He smiled and added, “and I matter.” When she repeated and he kissed her temple, they stood for a while warm embrace. The next day, Y/N and Daka stood in front of her store and said “I can’t believe I did it. This will all be mine next week.” N’Jadaka pulled her closer and rubbed her shoulder. “I’m proud of you, baby girl. In these couple of months, you did so much.” He kissed the top of her head as she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I can’t wait to get everything ready. Black tables, gold, and black furniture,  cream and gray walls and a cute reception desk on the right side of the corner. Clean stations and everyone lined up.” N’Jadaka chuckled and said, “wanna hit the supply store again?” 

 “Yeah. I can see if the cha-”, she was cut off by her phone vibrating; she smiled when she saw it was her mother calling. “Hey, ma-”. Her smile suddenly dropped into a frown. N’Jadaka looked at her as she hung up; she was just frozen. “Daka, take me to Cedars.” They hurried to the hospital and when the doors open, she ran into her brother’s arms. “Where is pa?” He led them down to a room where her dad was sitting up watching TV, in a hospital bed. “There goes my baby girl.” She ran to him and held him. “Awe, baby. I’m okay.” She looked at his legs and asked what happened; he just chuckled. “Baby girl, I was working and I guess someone forgot to put up the wet floor sign and I fell.”

“Both knees are swollen and completely out of place”, her mom said to his other side. “How do you feel”, Y/N asked and he looked to her. “I’ll be fine.” Her mom added, “they wanna start the surgery right away but we don’t have enough.” Y/N looked to her wallet and nodded. “Let me go talk them.” N’Jadaka followed as they went to the desk. “I’m sorry, Miss Y/L/N but we have no choice but do the procedure now.”

“My folks cant afford it. What happens if he doesn’t get it right away?”

“Then he’ll be in more pain than before.” Y/N rolled her eyes away from the woman and thought about something. “How much do they need?” N’Jadaka looked at her as the woman said “5,000 more.” Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. It was either her shop or her father’s health. She pulled out her checkbook and wrote a check, handing it to the woman. She nodded as she left the couple alone. N’Jadaka watched as she sat down and made his way over. “Baby Girl-”.

“I guess the shop is gonna be on hold. I’ll have to cancel my appointment with the guy tomorrow. I can’t watch my dad in pain no more. I can’t.” She had tears fall down her cheeks and he sat beside her, cradling her. “Baby, I can help.” She looked up to him and shook her head. “It’s okay, Daka. Thanks. It can wait. I promise.” A few minutes later, she went to tell her parents as N’Jadaka. He thought it was great that she helped her father but then she had to go back to square one. “Hey, baby girl. I’m going to the cafeteria. Do any of yall want anything?” They declined but he offered to get them something to drink. When he got to the cafeteria, he got an incoming call.

  “Hey, princess.” Shuri can sense the tone of his voice and was worried. “Everything okay, cousin?” N’Jadaka took a deep breath and said “I’ll be aight. Y/N’s pop is having his surgery and she used half her money to pay.” That’s when he got the idea. “Hey, cuz. When does your flight land again?” Later on in the day, Okoye met him in front of the hospital. She wore regular civilian clothes. He did the salute and said “you good?” She placed her hand on his shoulder and said “yes, I am. When does it start?”

“In a couple of hours. Y/N and her mom is still here but the brother went home. Did she give it to you?” She dug in her jacket pocket and handed him a tablet. “Cut it in half and put it in each of their glasses. Shuri said that they will be out all night until we are done. Shuri is bringing everything we need for tonight.” He nodded held the baggy. “What would I do without you, Ye?” 

“What are best friends for, Prince? Good luck. I will be back in a few with Shuri and Ayo.” He went back and saw them standing beside him, backs turned to the door. He pulled out his swiss army knife to cut the thick pill, dripped each piece into their drinks and watched as the suds dissolved. He walked up to them, unsuspicious and said: “how you feeling, sir?”

“I will be alright because of my firstborn. Thank you, baby girl. I promise we will pay you back. She shook her head and held his hand. “It’s the least I can do, pa. Don’t worry. Just get better.” She kissed his cheek as N’Jadaka watched. Later that night, everyone was sleeping when N’Jadaka waited outside. Shuri, Okoye, and Ayo arrived in a rent a jeep and parked. They hopped out, Shuri had a backpack and walked over to him. “So, I guess they already did it, right?”

“Yeah, but they put a metal plate in his knees.”

“Ugh, amateurs. Metal is so hard to move with and the healing process will way too long. Let’s go.” They walked past the woman at the desk who was occupied and made it to the room. “Ayo and Okoye, stand out here and watch for anyone.” They followed orders and Shuri went over to the women. “Wow, they are really knocked out.” She knelt down to look at Y/N and lifted her arm. “Yeah, she is knocked out cold. She is really beautiful in person.” 

“I know that, little one. Now, get ya ass over here”. She placed her bag on the hook beside the bed and dug info her kit, handing him a syringe. “Ok, this is the liquid form of the pill. Put it in his vein on his arm and he will be knocked out completely.” She whispered to Y/N’s dad as N’Jadaka finished. “You won’t be in pain anymore, sir. Thank me later.” She nodded as she sanitized her hands and put some gloves on, followed by a mask. She did a small incision on his right knee and pulled the plate out; she pulled out another syringe with the formula she made when they talked on the phone and inserted the liquid in his joints. “Okay, let’s see. What we can do?” 

~

  The next morning, the sun shined against their skin as Y/N stretched and yawned. “Wow, I was knocked out”, she said but when she looked to the bed, she got worried. She shook her mom’s shoulder to wake her. “Ma, where is pa?” All of a sudden, they heard the toilet flush. Y/N stood when she noticed her dad walked out, completely fine. Better than that actually. Her eyes felt misty as she watched. “Pa, how-why are you outta bed?”

“I had to piss.” He walked over to the bed to sit, not struggling. Her mom walked over to his side and asked: “Tommy, how do you feel?” He kissed her hand and said “I’m good, baby. I feel like I can play football again.” She had a few tears falling and her dad wiped them off. Y/N kissed her dad’s cheek as he thanked her and felt her phone vibrate. “Hey, babe. Left earlier today to shower and get Shuri. Don’t worry. I’m giving the dude the rundown for your shop. You will get a better one, one day.”

  On the other died of town, N’Jadaka stood outside of his car and wore a pair of burgundy, pinstripe trousers with a white button-down, gold plate necklace, watch his gold-rimmed glasses paired with velvet black loafers. An Asian man parked beside him and stepped out in a full navy suit. “Steven Lu?” The man nodded and they shook hands. They walked into the store, looking around as N’Jadaka explained the details to him.

~

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[unexpectedl0ve-ff]

Belong to the city

Lorie 🥀

Ugh, I groaned as I carried in the last of the boxes into my apartment. A week later and all the furniture and other stuff I packed from home are finally arriving. Words cannot describe the excitement I have about my bed finally arriving, I can’t wait to pop that damn air mattress. Pulling out a framed picture from one of the boxes, I admired the picture of my family from my high school graduation. 

Flashback

“Lorenzo Reign Henderson, for the love of god-- can you PLEASE take a normal picture without throwing up one of those damn hand signs,” my mom stressed to my older brother. 

“Aight ma, imma need you to chill on that. It’s a peace sign,” Renzo retorted back. 

“Boy, can you please just listen to your mama before she takes off them chanclas and throws them at yo’ head,” my dad exclaimed while chuckling. 

*camera flashes*

“Aight, y’all look at my babysis out here doin’ big girl things with her high school diploma!” my brother cheesed while recording me on his snapchat before turning it on himself, “y’all fools better not be replaying this snap and checking her out because I’ll check yo’ asses”

“You’re a whooooole mess, zozo! Ain’t nobody checking for your lil hoodlum friends, okay” I yelled back at him trying to snatch his phone. 

“Nah, but forreal sis, you’re my whole heart and I’m so proud of you for being the first in our family to finish high school and go off to college. Y’know I gotchu for whatever right, Lo?” He said while huggin me. 

“I know, Zo. If no one else got me, you got me” 

“Nah, even if the whole word got you, I still got you” 

I wiped my tears from my cheeks as I reminisced of the last memories I had with my brother, my rock, my backbone. Just a couple of weeks after that picture was taken he was killed in a drive by shooting. I had to move into college without him, get through my first heartbreak without him, buy my first car without him, and now learn how to navigate through life without him. This world was a cold place, but he knew what it was. He was in too deep to get out of the life he was living, but nobody deserved to die the way he did. 

Everything I do now is for him. Those late nights in high school cramming for the SATs or writing papers, he was right there by my side. Always coaching me, teaching me and motivating me. He thought he wouldn’t amount to much, so he needed me to be everything he wasn’t. I can still hear his voice in the back of my head every time I’m ready to throw in the towel and give up 

“Aye, what I tell you about that giving up shit? This is the time weak niggas fold and I’ll be damned if I let you throw in the towel, yknow mom and pops ain’t raise no bitch. Someway, somehow, we gonn’ get through it, believe that” 

This is all for him. For the other Lorenzo’s in our community who think the street life is their last option, who think they won’t amount to much-- to pave a way for them to make it out alive and well. 

I wiped off my tears and placed the frame on my kitchen counter. I couldn’t bear to unpack anymore, so I grabbed my keys and headed to the gym to clear my head. 

Drake blared through the speakers as I shot around the gym. Working out has always been my escape from my thoughts, a way to release my pent-up stress and emotions. It wasn’t until I started volunteering at the Boy’s and Girl’s Club in my city that I started playing around with a basketball. It’s crazy the amount of talented kids we have there. I knew I had to keep up with them in order to motivate them to continue playing. 

The sound of the door opening and a set of footsteps knocked me out of my thoughts. As I looked up, I realized it was one of the guys from the last time I came here with Chris. Ugh, there goes those damn tattoos again, I thought to myself as he walked towards me. 

“Hey, sorry to interrupt you I didn’t think anyone would be here at this time”

“Don’t worry about it, I was just finishing up anyways” 

“No shooting partner today? Did you cross him up a few too many times that he quit on you” he says as he chuckled. 

I laugh at his comment and feel my cheeks turning red, “nah, he’s out somewhere tonight but I just needed to clear my head.” 

“One of those days, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess you can say that”

“I’m Kyle, and if I do recall you didn’t give your name last time,” he said as he scratched the back of his head. I instantly thought of Chris telling me how I needed to drop my “east coast attitude.”

I chuckled and answered, “sorry about that, my friend says I still have an ‘east coast attitude,’ but my name is Lorie.”

“Oh, east coast huh? Please din’t tell me you’re a fan of all the east coast sports team” 

“Title town, baby-- Patriots, Celtics, Red Sox, and Bruins!” I smile proudly as I think back to my home town. 

Kyle

Baby, the way that just easily rolled off her tongue got me feeling some type of way. Should I smile because she said that or frown because homegirl really liked all my rivals in sports. 

Shaking my head of my thoughts, I chuckled. “Naaaaah, you see Imma have to put an end to that right here because you’re in LA and that’s like fighting words. Might have to revoke your stay here and call security” 

“Oh, is that right? Maybe when you guys actually make it into the playoffs then I’ll consider liking the teams here” she smirks as she hits me with her comeback.

“Ouch. That one really hurt, but if I do recall didn’t the Celtics just blow their chances and lost  horribly to the Bucks?”

“Alright, this conversation is done! I will not take this slander on my city!” She yells as she turns away to grab her stuff. 

I run after her chuckling, “how about this, you stay around and shoot with me and I will consider not telling everyone in this whole facility that they got a New England sports fan here”

“Hmm, that’s gonna be touch considering I usually wear my sports gear to work out here” 

“Ahhh, what about we play a game of HORSE and if I win you have to rock some LA sports gear and if you win I’ll rock some New England sports gear. 

“Hmm, bet” 

Lorie 🥀

“Hmm, I think a nice Celtic green would definitely bring out your eyes” I say to Kyle as I laughed in his face. After an hour-long game of HORSE, I finally got him from the half court line. I knew that shot was going to be my saving grace and I had to save it for the perfect moment when he was tired out. 

“Ma, that’s not fair at all! Y’know how bad I’d get chewed out for wearing another team’s gear? You’re bugggggin,” Kyle says as he’s pleading with me to get out of the bet now that he lost. 

“Hey! A deal is a deal, sir. You made the bet not me, you gotta live with the consequences now,” I said as I started to grab my stuff. 

“There has to be something, anything, I can do instead! I’ll buy you food or give you tickets to a game, ANYTHING!” 

“ahaha, I love hearing you beg. But, nah take a picture wearing some Celtics gear and post it on your IG! You can take it down after 24 hours” I said as a bargaining choice. 

“Fine. On one condition though” 

“Hey! I’m not the one that lost the bet, no bargaining from you!” I chuckled to him as we sat on the bleachers. 

“Let me get your number and I won’t delete the picture off my IG” 

“Hm, you see... that’s tempting. But once you post that picture for 24 hours there will be millions of screenshots, so whether you delete it or not, it’s still gonna be up there somewhere” 

“okay, touché. You right, but what if I just want your number”

“Hm, post the picture and we’ll see” I said as I get up and wink at him. 

“Bet, so I’ll see you again?”

“Better find some Celtics gear and take a good picture and we’ll see,” I yell to him as I head out of the basketball court. 

[foreverandalwayscrysis]

The 100 Ask Game

I was tagged by @talistheintrovert and @prophecy-gurl, the loves of my life <3

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from? Mmm, probably Go-Sci or Alpha, since my dad was a geneticist - maybe they’d put me in Medical or something lmao.

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Standing up for injustices/trying to help people who were being treated unfairly.

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? Yeah, I’d give it Monty.

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) Maybe a dolphin/whale or a turtle.

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? WELLS!!!!

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Bellamy, Clarke, Monty, Harper, and Murphy.

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to? Either Floukru or Trishanakru.

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? I think they’d just change the “sha” part to a “sah” or more of a hissing “ss” sound, so it’d be Ay-sah, instead of what it is currently, Eisha (pronounced e-sha).

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious. He was a good character to have on the show and I think they wrote him well, but I definitely never loved him.

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I wouldn’t have been that willing.

11. What character do you relate to most? my homegirl Clarke - we even have the dead dad category checked off!

12. What character do you like the least? Echo kom get lost. She was a grounder in a cage, and she should’ve stayed a grounder in a cage.

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) Mmm, jeans, combat boots, a full-sleeved t-shirt with either a cardigan with pockets or a jacket

14. Favorite type of mutant animal? Oooh, I LOVED the two-headed deer we saw in season 1. I wouldn’t mind more crazy forest animals.

15. What would your job be on the Ark? Medical assistant/scribe, something along those lines.

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked? Yeah, I don’t get squeamish easily (I’ve watched surgeries on YouTube aksdjlk), and if I can help Clarke in any way, I’m doing it.

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive, then who would have made the best commander? Indra by far.

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? Honestly, I’d get super emotional.

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach? The Blake approach.

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone? Ideally, no one - every station/govt gets equal representation and people listen to actual problems.

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis? Kane’s side - and maybe I’d go to look for Clarke but I’d die within a day, so.

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s iPod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there? A tablet/phone, anything to read from or play music on tbh.

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? No tattoos, possibly dark war paint on my face or arms, and a short-to-medium hairstyle, either a variety of braids or pinned back.

24. Favorite quote? “Your life can be more than just impossible decisions and a tragic end. You can choose to live.” - Wells Jaha

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Lincoln, Luna, Anya, Indra, Bellamy, Clarke, I can’t pick.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non-canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE 

Favorite canon ship: Marper

Favorite non-canon: Wellven, Ice Mechanic.

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? I am so behind on all music lately, it’s sad. I’d love to hear some Florence or Hozier but I really want Shawn back - he can’t just disappear!

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? Oh gosh, um - well at least we wouldn’t go crazy from isolation alone. I’d read, sing, maybe dance around/stretch to keep from atrophying, rearrange stuff and then rearrange it again, complain about Blarke being oblivious idiots in love.

29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die? Spear! Or poisonous berries. Maybe multiple arrows.

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? MY TRUE QUEEN DIYOZA

31. A character you’d bang? Besides Bellamy? Wells.

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden? Yeah, I’m gonna stay in Eden.

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground? Unless I wanna get killed, yeah. Do the minimum to stay out of sight and her warpath. I could see myself writing diary entries I guess.

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits? Oooh - them finding my diary entries and seeing how negatively I feel towards Blodreina.

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with? Either Monty or Harper. Echo and I will not be friends.

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself? I honestly don’t know. I’d like to think I’d make it a year.

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do? Ahaha, run and hide, possibly misguide them if I can do it safely.

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite? Favorite: DIYOZAAA. Least and worst: McCreary.

39. Would you Spacewalk? Maaaybe? I have a fear of heights and assuming it’s lessened and/or gone by the time I’ve gotten used to space, I’d be open to the idea.

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat? Windshield Bugs, baby.

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it? No, the war wouldn’t solve anything. It’s all about compromise - everyone wants to live, and people like to stay in their communities, so we’d need to figure out a way to build cities/towns that help all different kinds of people. 

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes? Dig out flesh-eating worms, no doubt.

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia? If my sister became Octavia-levels of crazy, yeah, but I’m not a shoot-first kinda gal so I’d try to reason and logic my way into dismantling everything.

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper? I would sleep, but it can depend on who else wants to stay awake.

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet? My faves, Bellamy & Clarke, followed by Miller, Murphy, Raven (staying on the ship), Diyoza, Shaw, and Emori. And if someone needs to be the scapegoat, Echo.

This was super long but I had fun answering these questions!! Tagging a few people below: @lameblake @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @captaindaddykru @nvermindiseeyou @clarkgriffon @anne-shirley-blythe @hopewolves @chants-de-lune @goddess-clarke @aainiouu @loveisalwayswise @harpermacintyre @hermionegranger @fen-ha-fuck-you @frecklessbellamy

[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…” Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

[cheesyramynry]

tag time

mel tagged me in a lot thanks bro

aye aye aye thanks to he homegirl @starlightjeongin ily so much melly and you’re an angel <333 eskgetit!!!

also,,, there are like,,,, 4 tags in this so uhhhhh have fun

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i dont have a name for this tag

1ST RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

> so um if you read this you are tagged now congrats <

2ND RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo - I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory - I am good at doing maths in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority - I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite band’s concerts

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling - I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smart phone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a Relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a Relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

alphabet tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better

> i dont know/remember enough blogs to tag im sorry <

A: age? > 15!!! <

B: birthplace? > californiaaaa <

C: current time? > 4:43 pm <

D: drink you had last? > water bc its good for you <

E: easiest person to talk to? > my irl homie @realmzenith , the most fantastic perosn i have ever met on this site and of whom my soul burns with affection for @starlightjeongin , and my rad friends in my got7 amino groupchat - selena, haru, apple, and emi :) <

F: favorite song? > oh boy i dont have a favorite favorite song bro i guess the first things i can think of is either danzon no. 2 by arturo marquez, martini blue by dpr live, and home run by got7 <

G: grossest memory? > asdf uhh when i went hiking with my pathfinder club and we went through a “long-cut” and went off the trail and we had to walk up this super long river, and then to get out of the river to land we had to walk through these riverbed plants and this gray mud stuff and i had to put on my socks and sneakers and it was disgusting <

H: hogwarts house? > i say that im a hufflepuff, lately i got placed in ravenclaw but i dont agree <

I: in love? > in love with the fact that im old enough to be a little free, in love with my kpop faves, in love with all of my friends who tell me they appreciate me, in love with the idea of being productive, in love with music and daydreaming <

J: jealous of people? > tbh i catch myself being jealous of other people’s artistic abilities, but i turn that into a need to become better/daydream about myself being that good so uhh???? yeah <

K: killed someone? > i was playing overwatch with a friend late last night and one of our comp matches there were these two dudes who played tank, one in particular imma call CTL who was rude to me and the whole team (my mic doesnt work so i couldn’t talk back but he was still a bing bond :( ), a few rounds after we left that one we got placed against the two mean tanks, and me, a mercy main with crappy aim, 1v1ed CTL who was playing mccree and i was HAPPY. we lost but binch i teabagged the heck out of his douchy body <

L: love at first sight or should i walk by again? > walk by again im staring at you either way <

M: middle name? > danielle!! <

N: number of siblings? > i have a younger sister!! <

O: one wish? > tbh to be better at what i want to be better at, like someone please give me like a stat 100 potion or something <

P: person you called last? > last person i called was my friend mikey of whom i was playing overwatch with lmao <

R: reasons to smile? > music!!! art!!! alan menken said that there will be a musical production of hercules in the future!! <

S: song you sang last? > the finale of newsies bc my sister left it playing on the tv as i ate nine (9) quesedillas

T: time you woke up? > techinally 6:30 am bc my dog was scratching my door, then 9, then 11 am <

U: underwear color? > mint blue and gray <

V: vacation destination? > i think i would love to go to the places in europe where composers lived, that or i would love to visit every place my internet friends live :D <

W: worst habit? > probably sleeping until noon, forgetting to do important responsibility things, reading a text message/email and then not responding bc i forgot about reading it

X: x-rays? > i got an x-ray on my right arm when i fractured it in kindergarten, some on my stomach when i ate like three whole mangoes with the skin on them, and some of my teeth before i got my braces <

Y: your favorite food? > thai food, stuff from panera bread, or pretty much warm foods with rice <

Z: zodiac sign? > im a virgo!!! <

✨ Fun Facts Tag ✨

Rules for this are:

Have fun with it!

Tag some of your mutuals

1) Favourite colours:

> green or purple!!! or like whatever im feeling lmao but those are my first choices <

2) Favourite song at the moment:

> asdkfjas;ldfkjsdlkfj bro i cant choose okay im going to shuffle my fav songs playlist adn put the first thing that comes up: damdadi by golden child

3) Last book you read:

> i think its my history textbook lmao finals are this week for me <

4) Last TV show you watched:

> my friend’s younger sister showed me clips from Stranger Things but i never have watch it before, i also watched a few dramas at a friend’s house but idk the names of them lmao

5) Last movie you watched:

> oh golly uhhh i think its enemies in-laws on netflix <

6) If you have a pet whats their name?:

> i have a doggo(?) named tucker <

7) If you have siblings how many?

> i have one younger sister!1! <

8) Favourite thing to do on a weekend:

> i think resting, getting up to date with my million notifications, just scrolling through the internet, or writing <

9) Best tumblr friends:

> on tumblr i have the amazing wonderful fantastic showstopping gravity-defying dabtastical @starlightjeongin aka mel aka melly aka melmel aka infant aka like the coolest and raddest person i have ever meet 

10) Favourite thing about yourself:

> idk if this is hard to explain but sometimes i do things people dont expect, like i was using my friend’s neighbor’s airsoft gun and like they were surprised that i have pretty good aim and that just makes me feel really good yknow <

11) Favourite memory:

> back in april 2017, during my band’s new york tour, in our hotel when i asked my friend what she was watching (it was got7′s m/v hard carry)

12) 3 weird habits:

> i turn on all of my nightlights in a specific order, when its dark in my room i like to dance to music and watch myself in the mirror, i tend to randomly scream i think <

13) What would you call your style?:

> i like to wear large clothes, even though im like a medium small bc ahaha i have slight body dysphoria, i also like to wear button-ups from the men’s section that have weird designs, suspenders, and i guess things that make me feel aesthetic and free < 

14) Odd talent:

> i can clap with one hand and me fingers bend weirdly <

15) Do you have a tumblr crush?:

> i have a big ol friend crush on my dear friend mel and a lot on the gr8 ppl of the aroha fandom <

the stray kids tag

Rules: answer the questions in a new post, and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.

I’ve decided that in celebration of Stray Kids pre-debut album I needed to create a tag. The ultimate goal for The Stray Kids Tag is to learn about your Tumblr mutuals, and have fun answering the Stray Kids related questions! Here we go:

1: When did you decide to join the Stray kids fandom?

> lmao i learned about them when it was rumored that jyp was going to have a new boy group, and i followed the updates until the announcement of the webseries/release of hellevator. i didnt want more ppl to remember on my plate until december 30ish when i finally gave in to mel so here i am <

2: What is your favorite episode of Stray Kids? 

> im actually going to watch it right after i finish this tag post lmao ive never watched it before but i think ive seen clips??? when the boys were vlogging themselves packing idk if thats part of the webseries but thats cute <

3: Who would you say is your bias in Stray kids?

> I DONT HAVE ONE OKAY I DONT WANT TO TRY TO FIGURE IT OUT YET IM SCARED i legit like,,, dont know a whole lot about each member but i know their names but,,,,,, i think,,,,, before i start truly getting into them myself,,,, is probably seungmin,,,,, i think,,,,,,,, maybe,,,, whoops i just remembered woojin existed uhhhHHHH idk <

4: Who would you say is your bias wrecker in Stray kids?

> (im listening to ailee’s i will go to you like the first snow rn and im so emo while doing this tag) i love all of them!!!! probs chan or changbin or jeongin bc they are so sweet!!! <

5: What line would you want to be apart of in Stray kids? 

> idk the team compositions of stray kids so i will get back to you on that one until i watch the series lmao <

6: What is the first song you heard of Stray kids?

> of course hellevator lmao <

7: What is the first song you heard of 3racha? 

> FRICK actually i dont know bc melly showed me vids of them performing live but i dont know what the song was :( <

8: What is your favorite song on their pre-debut album?

> legit only have listened to hellevator and grrr so um ill say grrr?? <

9: What is a concept you’d like to see Stray Kids try in the future?

> SUSPENSE!!! idk if that ‘s hard to explain but like something with a story in the background, maybe like a spy concept with a nice orchestration i think they can do it <

10: if you could meet with the members of Stray kids for one day what would you say to them?

> ahhh!!! i dont know they all too too well but i would love to tell them that i feel that they are different from any other kpop group i have ever seen, bc they all seem genuinely happy and they are like the coolest bros and their friendship with each other is something that i could only dream of!! also ive heard that their songs have rad lyrics and they work super hard so i look up to them for that!!!1!!! <

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Soooo one day, I walked out of my job. I hit up my friend about some info. She told me about a job she was at, and I was hired in 2 - 3 days. Hit up my homegirl again, asked her about Hawaii, she said come. I copped a plane ticket. In a blink of the eye I was on the “Big Island.” Y Aye Dios mio el lugar es muy maravilloso. Los aguas son azules, muy claro. puede ver los pescados when you stick your head in the oceans. The waterfalls were so beautiful. Luckily I was involved with a local from the Big Island. I got to see some of the hidden spots in Hilo. I def enjoyed myself. And I’m def goin back.

5x22-29x2017

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EPISODE 14

“The little owl still couldn't find his mommy. Are you my mommy? asked the little owl.” You pointed to a picture of a cat.

Lily giggled loudly, “not owl! Cat!”

“Oye Mami, your mom’s expecting Lily at noon, and our plane leaves at five,” Nevada said as he poked his head into Lily’s room. “Are you all packed for abuela’s house, Princesa?”

“Si papi,” Lily hugged her stuffed animal owl against her chest. “Mama, read more in the car, okay?”

You smile and nod, grabbing your things as you all head out to the car.

“Are you my mommy? the baby owl asked.” You pointed to the brown bear and Lily was in a fit of giggles.

“No! Owl! That's teddy!”

You smiled at her and kissed her hair, making eye contact with Nevada in the mirror and mouthing, ‘I love you.’

“So where's my mommy?! The little owl exclaimed loudly!”

Lily had been obsessed with owls for a week now, insisting on everything becoming owl themed. You watched Lily flip to the end of the book and point to the mama owl.

“There mama! Dumb owl! Can't find mommy!” She giggled.

You snorted a laugh. Nevada snorted in the driver's seat, too, shaking his head and glancing over at Eddie.

“You sure you don't wanna stay at abuela’s too? Amber can get pretty bitchy...like all the time. Sorry, Dama.”

“Are you kidding? I take journalism! Amber is the exact person I wanna stay with. Plus, when she was hooking up with tio Rafi, she walked around the house naked when she forgot I was there.” Eddie grinned and you couldn't help but smile as you rolled your eyes.

“Just remember that Amber is the extreme kind of journalism, mi amor. There are many safer options.”

“Oye, call Omar and tell him to tell Amber to keep her clothes on, for Christ sake,” Nevada said to you through a chuckle.

“No, you don't have to do that,” Eddie mused, looking back at you. “It's cool.”

You roll your eyes. “Lily, what do we say about tu hermano and his girl problem?”

“Eeewie!” She giggled and made a face as Eddie.

“Oh this is my little homegirl right here,” you teased and fist bumped your toddler.

As you pulled up to Omar's apartment, you unbuckled and leaned over kissing Eddie's forehead and smoothing down his hair. “Behave, and if there's an emergency, call. Omar and Amber know your curfew and Amber is a snitch so she'll tell me. I love you so much,” you kiss his cheeks and forehead again.

“Tia! Carajo! You're getting lipstick all over me. If I wanted an old lady kissing me, I would have stayed with abuela.”

“Oye! Watch your manners you little troublemaker. Do your homework and remember you are a guest. Be respectful.”

“I know, I know,” Eddie leaned over and have you a hug, kissing Lily's nose and then leaned over to hug Nevada. “Have fun on your weird super-late honeymoon.”

He headed out of the car and knocked on the door, you waved when Amber opened it.

“Be safe baby! I love you!!!” You call out the window as you head on your way to your mothers.

You crawl back to sit with Lily again and kiss her from her car seat.

“Oye, nobody knows where we're going, right?” Nevada asked looking back at you. I'm not kidding, Dama, I'm shutting off my phone as soon as we get there, and I'm not turning it back on until we're on the plane back.”

“I put mine away too, I'll only check it once a day to make sure there were no medical emergencies. But they'll be fine.” You stroke Lily's hair. “Mi amor, if you get scared, you remember that Abuela loves late night cuddles, just like Mami, okay?”

Lily hugged you tight. “Mami don't go,” she pressed her face against your stomach and you felt your heart twist.

“Hey,” you coo, “it's just a weekend sweet pea, and abuela loves sleepovers with you!” You hug her tight as you pull up to your mom's.

“Okay,” you whisper against her hair, unbuckling her. “Give papi kisses.”

Lily moved to the front seat and hugged Nevada tight, making little whimpering noises. “No go!”

“Como que ‘no go?’ Princesa you know as well as I do that you're gonna be having too much fun at abuela’s to think about your papi. You won't even remember what I look like,” he teased, tickling Lily.

“Daddy, no go!” she said again in a giggle. “Lily go too!”

“No, Lily no go. Lily stay here with abuela,” he replied, still tickling her. “I love you, Princesa. You be good. Oye, don't let me hear about you playing hide and seek in the washing machine again. You almost gave your abuela a heart attack, me entiendes?”

The toddler nodded and hugged Nevada once more before crawling into your arms as you carried her to the door.

“Okay baby,” you smile and sit her down as you wait for your mom, covering the toddler's face with kisses. “I love you so much,” you whispered and smoothed your hands over her curly hair, kissing her once more as your mother opened the door. “You are gonna have so much fun with abuela, you don't even realize we're gone.”

You look up to your mother and hug her. “Hi Mami,” you whisper softly, hugging her tight against you. “Thank you for watching her.”

“Aye, mija, of course. You know I love spending time with my baby!” Lucia replied. “Oye, cuidado con los tiburones. I know Nevada loves them, pero I don't want to hear about either one of you being bitten in half, okay?”

You laughed, “Mami if he gets bit by a shark I will never hear the end of it. El idiota will walk around and flash the bite mark like a tattoo,” you give Lily a few more kisses and a tight hug before you finally let go, hurrying back into the car.

You sniffle, wiping your eyes. “Okay,” you say and take a few deep breaths before turning to him and smiling. “Vacation time.”

“You sure?” he teased. “She’ll be fine, Dama.” He started to drive off, reaching for your hand and kissing the back.

The both of you needed this, and he had made special arrangements for your transport there. He couldn't wait to see the look on your face when you realized that he’d asked Chibby to charter a private plane, complete with a bedroom in the back. The flight was only two hours, but still he wanted this to be a real break from your daily lives from start to finish.

“I know, it's just...usually we're just a few minutes away from the kids. Now we're on a private island?” You squeeze his hand. “Just gimme a sec to adjust, I'm really excited, I promise,” you whisper with a smile. “I packed my pretty swimsuit and one dress and that's all.”

He smirked, arching a brow at you.

“You probably won't be wearing the dress for very long,” he mumbled playfully.

He wasn't sure if it was pure luck or if it was Chibby and Sawyer tracking your cells and using it to make the trip to JFK as quick as they could be overriding tollbooths and giving you green lights whenever you got off the freeway, but you made it to the airport in record time. He pulled away from the departures lane and you furrowed your brows, looking at him.

“Where are you headed?” You ask with a small smile, looking around. “Isn't the terminal back there?” You point to the building behind you.

“Mhm,” he replied. “But our ride is right there,” he added, gesturing with his chin to the private plane, smaller than a commercial airline, but still huge for just two people.

“No fucking way!” You gasped and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him. “A private plane?! Are you nuts?!” You were scolding him with your words but you looked thrilled, you couldn't stop smiling. “Nevada this is amazing!!”

“Como que nuts, Miss Dama? Oyeme, how many times do I have to tell you? Too many people want you dead, a private plane is the only safe way to get you to the island,” he replied, giving you a wink as he pulled the SUV twenty feet away from the plane.

“Oh my god, I am so fucking you the second we get into this airplane,” you growled as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the car, jumping up and down. “Nevada!!! A private plane!” You scream again in excitement.

“I know...it's got a bedroom in the back,” he replied, wiggling his brows as he took your bags out of the SUV. “Oye, Miss Dama, don't be getting any ideas about hopping on that plane before I clear it,” he added in a stern voice.

“I'm fine,” you wave him off and giggle, heading into the plane and looking around, screaming in excitement. “This is so fucking cool!” You jump up and down and look around the plane. “I'm on a private plane!!”

“OYE!” he boomed as he got on the plane, dropping your bags as the one flight attendant on the plane carefully shut the door of the plane.

“T-the captain will take off in just a few minutes,” she mumbled.

“Okay,” Nevada threw over his shoulder, grabbing your elbow and tugging you down into one of the plush swivels chairs on one side of the plane. “You sit your ass down, and wait here, while I check it out. Don't make me tell you again, me entiendes? Miss Dama.”

“The plane is safe, my husband booked it and my husband knows best,” you say smugly.

“Oh you just got all the answers, don't you? Mira, Miss Dama, I hate to tell you this pero your husband es un pendejo mierda. He doesn't know shit. Stay. Here.”

You smirk and stand, “At least let me see the bedroom, your job is to keep me comfortable, right? Well I'm not happy in the front,” you pouted in a way that you assumed all spoiled millionaire wives pouted. Cute, sexy and spoiled as fuck, crossing your arms and giving your foot a dramatic stamp. “Por favor, Nevada.” She coo softly. “Clear the bedroom and let me go get comfortable. I'm tired of waiting. I know I'm safe with you here.”

“Now you're telling me how to do my job? Oye, mija, just sit your pretty little spoiled ass down, I'll clear the plane. Then you can go wherever the fuck you want.”

He moved through the plane, quickly making a show if checking it over. And just to mess with you, he saved the bedroom for last.

“Alright Princess,” he mused as he came back to grab your bags. Motioning for you to walk in front of him, he followed you into the bedroom.

“It's about time!” You snap, storming into the bedroom and starting to undress. You turn when you notice he's still standing there. “That'll be all, Nevada. You can do a half-assed attempt at your job elsewhere.” You fought but lost the battle to hide the smirk that came over your face.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe I’ll just let your ass get shot in the head next time someone comes for you. You know, since I do such a half-assed job. Rich bitch...you should be thanking me,” he growled with a smirk of his own.

“For what? Nag me any harder and you'll grow a vagina. You're my bodyguard,” you smirk and saunter over to him. “I own your ass, so you might want to remember who's in charge.”

“Is that right?” he asked, slowly moving towards you until he was standing directly in front of you. “Well, seeing as I'm the only thing between you a bullet to the back of the head...sounds like I'm the one that owns your ass.”

You roll your eyes, “As if you would ever be man enough to handle someone like me. Face it, you're a security guard because you couldn't be anything more,” you whispered the last part against his lips. “And if it wasn't for me signing your paychecks, your ass would be out on the street.”

“You got a big mouth, Miss Dama...but you and I both know you’d be crying like a little broken-hearted schoolgirl if I ever left,” he purred as he moved to stand behind you. “You think I don't know that your husband doesn't do it for you where it counts?” he asked. “You rich bitches...you're all the same...when you get into your little sewing circles, you start spilling all kinds of dirty laundry, and all of you forget that ‘the help’ is standing right behind you, listening to all of it.”

He looked down at your ass before closing the space between you and inhaling deeply.

“You don't think I can smell how wet you are right now, Miss Dama?” he asked in a growl.

You shuddered, forcing down a moan as you turned your head to lightly look at him. “Yeah? You can? Well I can feel how rock hard you are Nevada. And I promise you, I never forget you're listening,” you whisper. “Even when it's just us in the house alone and I take care of my own needs, I wait until you're by the door to moan your name.”

He hummed softly, moving your hair to one side of your head and letting his lips brush against the skin beneath your ear.

“You want the real thing, Miss Dama?” he asked in a whisper. “Should I fuck you properly since your husband can't get the job done?”

You whimper, “Show me what I'm missing then Nevada,” you leaned in and gave him a hesitant kiss, playing your part well. You shivered every time he called you Miss Dama, wanting to strip him down and ride him till you both died of dehydration.

He bit down on your bottom lip as he turned you to face the bed and bent you over. One hand went between your legs to let his fingers run up the inside of your thigh while the other pulled up your dress. He smirked at your lack of underwear and bent to bite one ass cheek before he buried his face into your center. Holding your hips in place as he sucked your clit, he let his tongue flick against your opening.  

“Oh my god,” you moan loudly, bracing your hands on the bed to keep from collapsing as you spread your legs further, trying to get more of him to lick you, or touch you, at this point you'd take anything.

“Nevada,” you moaned loudly and whimpered.

He groaned against you, nipping and sucking on your sensitive parts until he saw your legs begin to tremble. Smirking to himself, he stood up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

“You sure you can handle me, Miss Dama? My cock is a lot bigger than your pendejo husband's,” he purred. “No bigger than your middle finger is how you described it, right?”

“I'm sure I can handle you,” you whisper breathlessly. “But can you handle me, Nevada? I'm not easily satisfied.”

You take your dress the rest of the way off and crawl onto the bed on all fours, wiggling your ass in a teasing manner at him. “Come on Nevada,” you purr. “Don't you wanna know what the boss’s wife's pussy feels like?”

He chuckled softly under his breath and took off his jacket, ripping his shirt open, he discarded that as well. Reaching for your hips, he dragged you back until your knees were close to the edge of the bed. He aligned himself with your entrance and pushed into you, groaning when your ass met his hips.

“You need a minute to adjust, Mami? This is gonna be a rough ride,” he purred, biting down on your shoulder.

You give a soft chuckle pushing all the way back against his pelvis. “Oh honey, it's cute you think I'll bow down over a big cock. It's only good if you know how to use it.”

You mentally high fives yourself, thrilled with your own edgy responses. You wanted to apologize to him every five minutes, but you were trying to keep your spoiled housewife edge.

“Suit yourself, Miss Dama,” he replied, grabbing your hips and beginning a hard, fast pace, pounding you within an inch of your life. The sound of his skin slapping yours was loud, almost as loud as you were, and he smirked as he spanked you with one hand. He hummed at the bright red handprint on your bottom and spanked the opposite cheek just as hard.

You blushed, moaning louder than you had in a long time. This fantasy got you going almost as much as the James Bond one.

“Nevada…” You groan. “Harder, I want you to give it to me. Show me what I'm missing.” You press back against him with every thrust. “Oh god, oh god…” You shuddered as you already feel yourself getting close and bit your lip to push back your orgasm, not ready to give him the satisfaction of making you come just yet.

He chuckled a little, reaching one hand up to grab fistful of your hair and yanking your head back as he bent over you.

“Spoiled little bitch,” he purred as he quickened the movement of his hips. “You like getting fucked hard, Miss Dama?” he growled playfully.

The way he talked should not have been turning you on so hard, you shuddered and nodded desperately.

“Yes,” you gasped as he hit your sweet spot. “Yes, I love it. Please...more, I need more…” You clench tight around his cock and whine as you feel him slamming into you at a bruising pace. Was it possible to break a cervix? You hoped not. You moaned again, clutching the bedsheets.

“I like hearing you beg,” he purred, nibbling on your neck. “Are you gonna be a good little rich girl and let me do my job?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yes, yes anything you want, Nevada please, let me come,” you begged, clutching the bedsheets so hard your knuckles went white.

“That’s a good girl.” Reaching around you, he rubbed circles on your clit, doubling the efforts of his hips. “Come Miss Dama,” he purred.

“Nevada!” You gasped out, coming hard around his cock as you fall apart. You shudder and ride out wave after wave of orgasm as your arms give out from beneath you, face pressed into the mattress.

He groaned deeply as his release quickly followed, pushing himself in as deep as he would go, and shallowly thrusting his hips to prolong both your orgasms.

“You're mine now, Miss Dama,” he whispered in your ear.

Those words send aftershocks through your body as you whimpered, trying to move as close to him as possible. “That was...amazing.” You whispered to him.

“Yeah, I really had time to work on my backstory,” he said, wrapping an arm around around you and kissing your forehead. “You okay? I was going pretty rough there,” he replied after a moment.

“I might have liked that better than the James Bond…almost.” You snuggle against him and kiss him lazily. “This is gonna be a great vacation,” you whisper with a grin.