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shelbystales · 3 years ago

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Queen of Heart

PART 4/?

Previous parts: 1 - 2 - 3 -

Summary: Y/N Hughes is a businesswoman. She owns a transport company with her brother Cris in Birmingham. She runs into the Peaky Blinders and ends up doing business with them, but as business goes, they end up falling for eachother. But they have a tuburlent way to go, is their relationship ready for the test?

Warning: swearing

Word count: 1,9k+

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"So it's a small gang from Wolverhampton?" You asked Cris.

"Yes, as far as I could understand there aren't more than 20 members. I think 30 maximum" he answered.

We are on our way to the racecourse, today Thunder and the other males are going to compete. Cris told you everything he discovered during his stay in Wolverhampton.

"That's a good sign. We'll send one of the Shelby brothers to sort this out for us, I believe that like you they'll tremble at the base when they hear the name SheeEeELby" you spoke imitating the haunting sound of a ghost and we both laughed.

As soon as we arrived you went to sort out the race's paperwork issues and make sure the horses were settled correctly.

Cris went straight to our cabin. At the hippodrome, the places to watch the race are divided into stands and cabins. Well, in short, cabins are for the rich ones, they are placed inside the lounge, which is where the restaurant and the bar is and usually where the victory party takes place after.

*CRIS POV*

When Cris arrived at the cabin, he was surprised by the presence of the Shelby brothers. They were sitting like it was theirs.

I tried to but I didn't remember inviting them. I don't think they need an invitation. I breathed deeply and sat down with them.

"good morning" I greeted and received back greetings from them.

"Hey, do you think your horse has a chance?" John asked leaning closer to me, blowing the smoke of his cigar on my face.

"Depends on the horse," I replied.

"Is there more than one?" Arthur asked in amazement.

I smiled and said "we have four males running today. Not on the same race, of coures". Arthur widened his eyes and whistled.

The waiter arrived with my glass of whiskey and I thanked him. I didn't need to ask, they already knew my and Y/N orders. "I believe Thunder has a good chance. The rest I'm not sure Y/N knows more about their performance" I replied.

"and where is she?" Thomas asked without taking his eye off the race track.

"She's running errands for the race. She should be here soon." I replied.

*READERS POV*

You noticed that one of the horses was nervous, after all it was the first race for almost all of them. You took a piece of an apple and gave it to him while rubbing his neckin "good boy, you are a good boy" you whispered to him, all as an attempt to calm him down and after a few seconds it worked.

You then instructed the jockeys to be affectionate whenever they demonstrate stress and they would soon calm down, they were good boys. You chatted a little with the vet, Frank, who assured you that all of them were in good health and ready to race. You went to Thunder stroked his neck "good luck my boy" you spoke to him tenderly.

I left the room where the horses were and came face to face with Sabini "Y/N! Good to see you here!" he spoke excitedly. You've been doing business with Sabini for years, mostly establishing supply routes and suppliers to their bars, parties and racecourses. Our first deal was troubled. He hurt you like no man before... you don't even try yo think about it, but today we are at peace. He was the one who got you Thunder and Smoke.

"Hi Sabini, how are you?" you spoke and he hugged you.

"Fine. You? A little blue bird told me you're in the Peaky Blinders' bed, need some help?" he spoke in a whisper.

You smiled a little annoyed and replied "I'm fine Derby. It's just business and I can take care of myself".

"Right" he replied handing me a letter.

"what is this?" you asked before opening it. He directed me to the stairs and we walked upstairs.

"These are horses that will be auctioned later. I've separated the main ones for you. If you want, for a good price, you can close a deal even before they go to auction" he said, smiling.

He greeted the guard and we entered the lounge. A simple nod of the head is enough for Sabini to open any door in this place.

"Want to drink something?" he asked leading me to the bar, you nodded knowing you had no other answer available. "where is your brother?" he asked and ordereed a drink for you and one for himself.

"Around. He must be making out with some new woman by now" you answered looking around for him, maybe praying for a rescue. You were nervous, Sabini made you nervous, scared and insecure. You were only in business with him because you had no choice.

"a handsome man like your brother has every right to hook around with his lady friends," he said jokingly. Sabini is said to be a great friend of my father, that's because your father lives in his bars in London.

"How's old Hughes doing?" you asked afraid of the answer.

"Alive" he replied after taking a sip of his drink and smiled "he's fine. I think you have a new stepmother" he continued. You made a disgusted face and he laughed. We continued drinking and talking. He asked a few questions about your business with the Shelbys, but you didn't give any concrete answers.

After several drinks, when the race was about to start and you felt yourself starting to get drunk, something thats unusual to you, getting drunk. But that was the only way to get trough this conversation woth Derby. You said goodbye to him, dicidinng you've haad enough and went to the cabin.

"You must love me" you said when you caught sight of the Shelby brothers. They laughed and made a few jokes. Arthur got up so you could reach your chair. You sat down next to Arthur and Thomas. As soon as you sat down you looked at Cris, he looked at you suspicious and frowned at you. You tried but you couldn't hold your laugh.

"I do not believe this!!" Cris said exalted "Who was it?" he got up and spoke as if he was looking for someone in the room while you covered your mouth with your hand and tried to stop laughing. Cris sat up and leaned across the table to get closer to you "Who was it?" he spoke in a whisper. You stopped laughing and looked at Cris seriously, fighting against the urge to start laughing again. "I haven't seen you like this for a while," he said.

"I haven't felt so bad about myself in a while," you said, stealing the glass you assumed was Thomas's and raising it as a toast before turning it over like a shot. Tom stared me with some amusement in his eyes.

The look of concern in Cris' eyes was pissing you off. The waiter arrived with a Dry Martini, your favorite drink, and you smiled. You love how attentive the waiters are here. Before you could get the drink Cris had already picked it up from the waiter's tray "Waiter, can you get my sister a glass of water? And you can stop with those" he pointed to the drink he had just brought. The waiter nodded and left.

You weren't laughing anymore "You're bloody boring" you said seriously.

"I want you to remember Thunder's first victory," he said pointing to the window.

"Oh yes!" you spoke. You grabbed the binoculars from the table and turned to the window. you could see thunder already waiting for the signal. he looked nervous. You turned to Cris "He looks nervous".

"he's fine" he replied.

You looked back at the track "No... he's nervous. He's going to lose".

"He better not lose. I bet a lot of money on your horse" Thomas said looking at me without turning his face too much.

"Y'a fucked" you said smiling and looking at him. he smiled slightly while looking at the track.

"I told the jockey to pet him. why won't he just pet him?" youasked Cris.

"I don't know Y/N".

"He's fired... oh no, ther you go. he just petted him. That's...good boy" you said to yourself as you watched through the binoculars. "Don't worry Thomas, your money is safe." And it really was. Thunder made a beautiful race and came in first. My other horses that competed today, none won.

"Oh Cris, I bought a mare. I think. I'm not sure now...". you said downing you water

"Of course you bought it" he said smiling "if you continue like this, we'll have to build another stable soon". you nodded your head happily. "Well, if you'll excuse me, now the good part of the day starts" Cris said getting up and buttoning his suit.

"where are you going?" John asked and Cris gave a huge smile

"Now there's the commemoration party. And my name is Hughes and my horse just won a race" he said, but John continued to stare at him without understanding.

"why is it the best part?" John asked.

"Women" you spoke quickly with a tone of disinterest. John and Arthur looked at each other and got up, the three went together to the lounge. "Don't you want to go celebrate?" you asked turning to Thomas.

He shook his head and said taking a drag on his cigarette "I'm fine".

You took a deep breath and smiled. "Want to meet thunder?" you asked and he nodded

We passed through the crowd and saw Cris opening a bottle of champange and yelling excited, women around him. You rolled your eyes. You finally reached the part where the horses were. Thunder started to whinny like crazy when he saw you. There were people running around, doing their jobs.

"Hey boy!" you spoke stroking his muzzle. You turned to get some snacks for thunder and when you turned back around you saw Thomas petting him.

"He's beautiful" he said.

"he is" you said like a proud mother. you quickly went to talk to the veterinarian and the trainer. They told you that everything went as planned. The other horses didn't win, but they weren't last either. They just need more training.

*****

Now all the horses were inside the transport trucks and the room the horses were in was empty and silent. You signed the last pappers and said goodbye to the trainer.

"Thanks for the help. Sometimes this final part can get messy" you said approaching Thomas who was sitting on a haystack.

"I noticed" he said taking a cigarette from his pack of cigarettes. You sat on his right side. He offered you one and you gladly accepted. You put the cigarette between your lips and reached for your lighter, but Thomas already had his in hand and lit it for you. For an instant your eyes met his. This encounter caused a shiver throughout your body and butterflies in your stomach. A feeling that you'he had a few times when you tought of him or saw him.

"Thank you" you said looking straight ahead and he shook his head as if he said 'you are welcome'. "I need your help" he looked at you waiting for you to continue "We found out who was responsible for our truck robbery a few weeks ago. It's a small gang from Wolverhampton. Cris doesn't think they have more than 30 members. If you or one of your brothers pay them a visit. No need for aggression...I believe that once they know the Peaky Blinders trade with me they won't dare come near my trucks again," you said.

"Right" Thomas replied he let the smoke out of his lung, it's incredible how he can turn the simple act of smoking into something so sexy and theatral "I'll see what I can do".

"Thank you, Thomas" You didn't need to discuss the date or anything else. It's been almost two months since Thomas and you started doing business and he's a very smart man. you don't need to keep explaining or chewing the information for him and that made everyhting so easy and fluid. You made an request and you know it will be carried out.

We were silent for a while until he touched my left arm with his icy calloused hands "how did this happen?" he asked referring to a scar.

You inhaled the cigarette "Like you, I also went to war Thomas" you could see the surprise in his eyes and smiled "I was a nurse,I served in the worst possible place... I served in the two battles of Marne, France... in others as well, but the first battle in Marne was the worst... One of the battles with the highest number of deaths and injuries. I have several like these around my body. Thankfully they are clearing out, they are disgusting"

"No they are not" He didn't say anything else just stared at me, i couldn't tell if he was impressed or just confused. His icy hand still held my arm and stroked it lightly with his thumb. Thomas was a very handsome man, but rarely did you stop and look at his face, he had a slight scar just above his right eyebrow, his sky blue eyes drew you in and your face grew closer and closer to his. You started to feel butterflies in your stomach all over again, like a teenager.

He brought his hand to my face and caressed my cheek with his left hand, sliding it down until it cupped my neck pulling me in for a kiss. His lips, unlike his hands, were warm and soft. His right hand that was on your arm went to your waist. His kiss was slow and intense, the pressure he put on your body with his hands was enough to make me give in. The kiss lasted long enough to you to feel your blood sterting to boil. You slowly pulled away with a small smile and gave him a peck before pulling away completely. He understood that that was all he was going to get today, allthought he wanted to go futher, and honestly so did you.

"You are beautifull, Y/N" he said in a lower tone, almost seductively. Your name coming out of his mouth like that gave you chills. "no scar can chance that. No matter how big" you smiled feeling vulnerable, you never spoke about how your scars made you feel to anyone.

You stood up "I have to get home" you said and he nodded stadning up. he walked you to your car. Before you said goodbye, he kissed you gently again.

Fuck what were you doing. What were you thinking. There's a hundred ways this can go south.

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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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Anon who’s dog had a seizure. I wanted to be able to give a positive update, but I won’t be able to. I was woken up by a call at around 1:30am from my mom and the first thing she said was “[my dogs name] died”

I don’t know all the details, I was in a full fledge panic attack and was overcome with despair when it was either explained to me or I overheard (frankly, I don’t remember) but apparently at some point either last night or veryyyyy early this morning my mom let the dog out to use the restroom, and he collapsed again similarly to how he did two days ago. My mom rushed him to the emergency vet (a thirty minute drive) but he didn’t even make it there.

I think I was dry heaving at some point because my panic was so bad. I ended up going to the vet with my dad so I could say goodbye (he had before my mom left with the dog) and ngl, going with him did not help in the slightest. My dad has NPD and he kept making the situation about himself and I stg I was ready to throw myself out the car window in the middle of the freeway and walk the rest of the way there OOP—

I was afraid we wouldn’t be able to because of Covid, but we were allowed to all head into the vet and hold him and give proper goodbyes before they took him to be cremated (they have a partnership with some place that does all that jazz). It was rough. He’s a small dog, only 18 pounds, but just holding him felt so different. There was no resistance when I picked him up (I’m not his favorite person lol, so he’d always deadpan and shuffle away a little from me before giving in whenever i’d make grabby hands hahaha) and it was just rough.

A year and a half ago my old bird passed away in that same emergency vet, so I just felt like I was suffocating the whole time. It was basically history repeating itself and I had a ✨mental breakdown✨ while cradling the pooch. My mom almost had to drag me out 2.5 hours later because I didn’t want to leave him. I tried to be strong, he was her dog in the end and they had an unbreakable bond. I should’ve been the one comforting her, not the other way around. I totally failed lol.

Thank god I was able to go home with my mom and not my dad. I wanted to be the one to drive home so she could rest, but I didn’t have the energy to protest when I saw she was already in the drivers seat.

We’ve had him since he was a few months old. I was in first grade at the time, and despite us having a very rocky start (young me didn’t like all the attention he received bc it used to be mine) he was my lil buddy and I would have done anything for him. I was looking forward to taking my senior and graduation pictures with him soon, but it seems like that won’t be happening. I just wish I did more with him.

Sorry for rambling and being so depressing! I haven’t gotten much sleep over the past two nights so I’m really out of it.

If it’s not too much to ask for, could I have a part ii of my previous request but have it involving what I wrote above? Asdfghjkl my depressed ass needs comfort and all of my friends are in school LOL. (Thank god I was called off from school this time) Plus, I don’t wanna make my mom feel worse by adding my grief on top of her own (I hope that made sense)

Part 1

(A/N): anon, I’m so sorry to hear about your dog. From what you sent me about him, he sounded like an absolute delight to be around and a very good boy. You deserve to grieve too, even if you don’t think you should. Grieving is healthy and it’s something that shouldn’t be ignored. Everyone grieves differently, so maybe you and your mom could reminisce on the good times with him? Only if you both feel comfortable doing so of course. Please get some sleep, drink plenty of water, and eat some food if you haven’t already. My DMs are always open if you ever want to talk <3

Warnings: death of a dog and bird (mentioned), panic attacks, NPD parent mention

You were jolted awake by a loud ring from your phone laying on your nightstand. It was the ringtone you specifically set for your mom. Blinking deliriously, you answered with a raspy, “mom?”

You were only met with her choked sobs on the other end. This woke you up completely as you turned on a lamp and sat up fully in your bed, “mom what’s wrong?”

“(Dog name)...” She was unable to say your dog's name before she broke into more harsh sobbing. Worry and fear pricked your gut at the mention of your dog’s name. “What about (dog name)? What’s going on?”

“He d-died, (y/n). He isn’t suffering anymore.” You felt as if ice cold water was poured onto you as you sat staring at the wall in shock. Faintly you heard your mom telling you how it happened, but you didn’t register her words. The words that came out of your mother’s mouth were nearly incomprehensible anyways due to her distress. You didn’t know when she hung up, but the next time you looked at the phone screen your homescreen met you: a picture of you, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy at an amusement park.

Your panic attack had escalated to you dry heaving over the toilet after puking up your dinner. You felt like you were suffocating as you remembered the techniques Techno used a few days prior. You stumbled up from a crouch and scrambled over to the sink. Your hands could barely grab the faucet and turn it on as you lost most of your sense of spatial awareness and everything you touched felt distant, like every single synapse in your body was both simultaneously working in overdrive and failing at the same time. The water was as cold as it was going to get, so you plunged your hands into the liquid and felt your body jolt at the temperature. After a while, your hands turned numb after regaining some senses back so you shakily cupped your hands under the faucet and gathered water into your hands. You splashed it at your face and felt yourself becoming more grounded as time passed.

By the time you left the bathroom, your dad gathered you into the car and started to drive you to the emergency vet. The entire time he was ranting about how you needed to pull yourself together because the dog was closer to him than to you. That definitely did not help in any way, it made you want to jump out of the car and walk the rest of the way to the vet. It would be better than having someone constantly belittling you for grieving. The ride was hell, but you persevered for (dog name). You needed to say goodbye to him.

When you left the car and walked into the building, it felt as if you were walking through the nine rings of hell with blazing infernos licking at your skin with every step. Dread and despair filled and overwhelmed you with every step.

When a nurse escorted you to the room, she offered you her condolences and left you to say goodbye. With wide eyes, you slowly walked over to your mom and saw the motionless bundle of fur in her hands. It looked like he was sleeping, but you knew better. She looked at you with so much heartbreak and sadness as tears slipped down her cheeks that you remembered that he was her dog in the end and they’ve always had an unbreakable bond. You needed to be strong for her.

Your stony facade broke the second your mom handed you (dog name). He was cold and stiff as he laid unmoving in your arms, not even trying to wiggle out of your embrace like he always did. You were never his favorite person. He felt so… different. So wrong.

Time passed around you as you held him and cried into his fur. This situation was very similar to your previous one that happened about a year and a half ago when your bird passed away and that was what finally sent you over the edge. Before you knew it, your mom was dragging you out of the building so he could get cremated. Your dad had long since gone home so he could get ready for work, so that left you to ride home with your mom. Not that you were complaining, it was certainly better than riding home with your dad. You just wished that you could drive so she could get some rest.

By time you got home, it was about the same time you would leave for school. As you were driving down your neighborhood, you saw a very familiar car pass you. It was Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy’s car. They were probably going to school. You kept your head down and stared intensely at your tightly clasped hands.

The second the car was in park in your driveway, you made a beeline for your room. For the rest of the day, you hid underneath your covers and ignored the incessant buzzing of your phone on the nightstand. You spent that time alone having a panic attack. This was your longest and most intense one yet, by the time it finally calmed down it was 10:30 at night.

You smacked your dry lips together and feel absolutely drained. The buzzing still wouldn’t let up, so you reached out with a shaky hand and opened your phone. You had at least eighty combined missed texts from Wilbur, Tommy, and Techno.

Tuesday, Innit?

Yo, the fuck’s goin on?

Why the hell did you ignore us when we passed you???

Music man take me by the hand lead me to the land

Ignore that dumbass

What’s going on? You weren’t at school today

(Y/n)?

Technology Sword

You don’t have to tell us what happened if you’re not comfortable

Just tell us if you’re okay

That was only the start of the messages in the group chat. Granted it was mostly Tommy spamming your name and Wilbur and Techno trying to get him to chill out, but some of the messages managed to calm the swirling panic inside of you slightly. Your phone buzzed as you got another text. This time, it was an individual one from Technoblade.

Technology Sword

Look out your window, grab your notebook

You raised your eyebrows slightly as you read the message. Your window was right across from Technoblade’s, so when you saw Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” music video and showed it to Techno, you both decided that this would be your primary communication before you eventually got phones. It wasted a ton of paper, but you both felt like the main characters in a story so you kept doing it. You hadn’t done this since you got your phone and he got his.

After you grabbed your spare notebook and a sharpie, you sat up in your bed and turned on your lamp. When you opened your curtains, you saw Techno smiling at you before he grabbed his notebook and wrote ‘hello’.

You uncapped your marker, wrote ‘hi’, and shakily raised it to him. You saw him frown at your shakiness, he wrote ‘you okay?’

You stared at your paper for a bit contemplating whether or not you should tell him the truth. It was no use in lying to him, he knew you better than you knew yourself. After a moment, you wrote ‘no’.

You watched as he frowned and his eyebrows crinkled together in an upwards slant. ‘Discord?’

‘Sure’

You closed your curtains once more and opened up your PC. You could already see that Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy were in a separate voice channel. When you joined, you were startled by Tommy’s loud screaming and Wilbur’s hysterical laughter.

“WILBUR YOU PRICK WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT I WORKED SO HARD GETTING THAT NETHERITE!”

They were interrupted by a knock on Tommy’s door, “Tommy for the love of god it’s almost eleven at night kiddo. You can keep playing but please just keep it down.”

“SORRY DADZA!”

“Good job dumbass,” Wilbur chuckled.

“Hey (y/n), how’re you?” Techno’s somewhat pointed voice interrupted them. “(Y/N)! Please tell Wilbur that it’s not cool to borrow my armor and ‘accidentally’ fall into a lava lake.”

“It was an accident I swear!” Wilbur’s slight chuckle told you otherwise. “Wilbur,” your croaky and wobbly voice scolded him quietly, “not cool.”

The voice channel went silent as you logged into your shared minecraft server. You immediately spawned in the main lobby at spawn that you built the last time you logged in. You got to work gathering wood for walls you were going to build around the city. You saw Techno’s character run to you and help you gather wood.

“...You good, (y/n)?” Tommy’s voice took on an uncharacteristic level of gentleness and concern.

“‘M fine.”

After a while of silence, you heard keyboards start to click again. Gradually conversation started back up and everything felt lighthearted once more. Though, you only talked when you were prompted to. After gathering the correct amount of wood, you and Techno went back to your house so you could craft some slabs. However as you approached the crafting table, you passed your bed. Next to your bed was your pet dog, barking slightly and looking at you with it’s pixel eyes.

You could feel tears well up in your eyes at the sight of the pixelated dog. With a lump forming in your throat you struggled to breathe through it, your breaths coming out shuttering. You made quick work of muting yourself on Discord and started sobbing, the white dog staring at you sitting on top of your minecraft bed. This wasn’t a panic attack, you knew that. But you still felt overcome by a massive wave of grief.

After a bit, you saw Techno’s character pop in front of you and start hitting the air. In chat, you saw that he private messaged you ‘vc 2’

You clicked off the main voice chat and was immediately greeted by Techno’s gentle voice. “What’s goin on buddy?” He was only met with your sobs, “deep breaths.”

“I’m not having a panic attack.”

“Still, deep breaths are good. Follow me.” With that, you two worked on getting your breathing back to normal and your tears slowly stopped. The entire time he was giving you praise and gentle reassurances whenever you tried to apologize to him. By the time you stopped crying you felt almost completely drained.

“You okay now?” You hummed in confirmation, too tired to say anything. “Thank you Tech, I-I’m sorry-”

“Stop apologizing for feeling emotions. They’re one hundred percent valid… Do you feel comfortable telling me what happened?”

“I…” You trailed off as you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words out loud. “You don’t have to tell me, ya know.” Technoblade gently reminded you.

“I’ll PM it to you.” With that, you PMed him on minecraft explaining that your dog died this morning. “Fuck, I’m so sorry (y/n). I’m sure he isn’t suffering anymore. Did- did they ever find out what caused the seizures?”

“No, but… he had tons of health issues that I’m glad he doesn’t have to deal with anymore.”

“Do you wanna talk about the good times with him with Wil and Tommy? If you don’t want to we can just talk about them here.”

“Let’s rejoin the main voice channel.”

“Hey (y/n), how’re you doing?” Wilbur gently asked you. “I’m alright, do- do you guys know what happened?” They both said yes. Technoblade must’ve told them what was happening.

“(Y/n) come outside. We built something for you.” Tommy was uncharastically gentle.

When you moved to go outside of your minecraft house and Wilbur and Tommy led you to an empty spot in the city you four were building, you stopped in your tracks. In front of you built in various types of stone was a dog statue. In front of it stood a sign that read ‘in loving memory of (dog name)’.

“We aren’t done with it, but we can finish it in a couple of hours,” Wilbur mumbled into the microphone.

“No, it’s perfect as it is. I don’t know what to say guys…”

“You don’t have to say anything, just know that we’re here for you.” Tommy said, his minecraft character walking over to your own and hitting you.

“Oi, don’t hit them!” Techno punched him back and that started an all out brawl between the two. It quickly ended when Techno pulled out his fully enchanted netherite sword named ‘Orphan Obliterator’.

“Get fucked, nerd.” You could just tell Tommy was holding in screaming at his brother. “I’m not the nerd here, you’re the one that reads for fun.” Tommy retorted. You heard shuffling on Techno’s end and him walking away from his PC. You were about to ask what was happening before you heard Tommy silently scream in terror. “Oh fuck he’s coming!” You assumed that Tommy ran to lock his door. Not long after that you heard a knock, “I just wanna talk.”

“No! You-”

“I just wanna talk.”

“Let him talk, Tommy!”

“NO WILBUR.”

You heard Philza’s groggy muffled voice, “it is midnight on a Friday. I don’t care what happens or who fights who, just do it in your own rooms and do it quietly.”

“Sorry Dad,” you heard Techno’s retreating steps before he returned to his chair. “You’re a douche, Technoblade.”

“I just wanted to talk, Tommy.” At that, Techno started beating Tommy to death once more. Each time he would kill Tommy, he would give Tommy a small head start before he would find him again. While this was happening, Wilbur PMed you ‘wanna prank Tommy and Techno? I’m thinking we put chickens under their houses’.

You looked at his player and nodded. You and Wilbur got to work luring chickens into holes you dug around their bases and burying them so that they were close enough to hear, but deep enough for it to be mildly inconvenient finding them. After you two were done with that, you met at spawn again.

“Techno stop killing Tommy. We want to tell stories about (dog name).” You saw Techno’s character sprint to your group and Tommy’s come up from a hole in the ground. “I was just about to find him.”

“Thank you! God, I hate it when he does that.”

The rest of the night you four spent reminiscing on the funny things that (dog name) did over the years. At some points you even laughed along with them. After you told them that you wanted to take your senior pictures with him, Techno offered to edit him into your photos. You didn’t know when you passed out but when you woke up, you had a crick in your neck and your PC monitor was off. You could hear three sets of soft snoring on the other end of the call. You felt yourself drifting off to their gentle breathing and smiled slightly; with them, everything felt better.

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lk-47 · 6 years ago

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Walk-Ins Welcome

DJ Paul - Alright / I'm finna drop you off to get your nails done / I'm finna go get a shapeup / I'm comin' back here to pick you up at 6 o'clock, so make sure you be on time man / I got a lot of shit I gotta do later / And don't be in there arguing with them dumbass bitches 'bout that social media shit too / I know how your ass .. oh, hold up ..

Put the, put that weed in your purse / Put the weed ..fuck, Black Haven. Anyway, I told you I'ma be back here at 6 o'clock / Make sure you on time, don't argue with the bitches and tell 47 I said Holler at me man / I got some beats for her / Tell her to call me back! / Mafia! Nail Tech - Nah / uh-uh No, no / put them over there cus .. / nope, you can sit her over there / I'ma take that one right there / Listen-no, I-I can't talk / ugh / listen .. Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!) Guhl, don't you see that sign? It say, "walk-ins welcome" Appointments on my line Nail trap’n Cinderellas I'm 'bout my coins, I'm 'bout that bag El guapa mia / my hashtag Don't get me started / you know Just how I feel 'bout that ho You shoulda been left that nigga If you know just like I know I'm gettin' mad all over again Look what you done Ooooh .. Nail Tech - “Excuse me Will you please pay attention because you just messed up that one.” Guhl, I can't with you today I can't with you today I got these walk-ins comin' in And it's been hectic all day If you gon' talk, then sit your ass down Get your nails done and pay / okay If not, call me tomorrow I can't with you today .. (Yeah ho!)

Acrylic

The sound of the world

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Wooo wooo there go the cops Pull up / bddrrr / right on my block Officer officer what have we done I got my card / put down your gun I’m not the criminal you and I know It’s no coincidence how you come show Up in my hood / up to no good

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

I need a full set Can you airbrush his name? Quick color change if he drives me insane Here comes the plug / bought 2 DVD’s A few pair a panties for me and my niece Still buy my Polo from anonymous looters The booster is cooler than all of the shooters Up in my hood / doing the greater good Most of the mamas round here live alone It’s kinda rare to see two parent homes X and O chains / fierce to de bone You learn quick how to make it on your own My auntie sells candy from her windowpane Do what we can, to make us a name Up in the hood / we keep it all good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

White tees 2 for 10 I get my hair from Mr. Wen Extension cord across the hall Is how we keep the power on Brown gel, spades game Tax time, they all claim Up in my hood Proud to say it did me good, uh

Walk in and smell the Acrylic Walk in and smell the Acrylic Me and my crew counting digits Me and my crew counting digits

Tic Boom

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Don’t care if they assume Only stop to collect / then I resume You sleep / I goon Yuh nuh wah test who’s badder than who

Dey click my pics and zoom Chanel on the floor of my hotel room They wish they all had my legroom Another deal, it ain’t even noon

Tour Dior / or sit by the pool I can do anything except lose Nah wen yuh seh / it’s when I choose This is a bomb you can’t defuse

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

Televise this dress It’s an Alaïa / show some respect Sitting / no armrest Get in / I’m what’s next

Incoming texts from the vets No hate here / I’m blessed Mild manned No stress I’ll never let a broke ho get she vexed To wake to walk with di rest Abstract / Fearless Mi sey what��s pon my chest Di gyal dem try but dem dare nuh test

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care who mi bump into

All in ya face like whoa Air max / cornrows Got that Bruce Leroy kinda glow Mi ongle pop mi head inna fi di dough Said I only pop my head in for the dough I never stay long got places to go See me on the scene / bitch say hello I get that bag then I want more I am the show / the name will grow I C O N I C, Ho Let me R E mind you bro Dey all wanna be cus I am goals Came from the dirt so I stay low F A B and so ghetto Dey copy and paste such a no no You birds might nuh wa cross dat road cus

Tic / Boom Mi nuh really care wo mi bump into Bulldozer / Mek room Write dat pon fi mi tomb

No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Grew up in a house full of women They ain’t need no nigga Never seen em borrow shit They had they own figures OG said they’ll give you money ‘Fore they give you game But when they come around here I treat them niggas all the same I say No I say No, No Reload If you want another feature for the road No Reload If you tryna get a meeting that’s a no No Reload If I switched that number up and you ain’t know / No Reload

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

In the crib, making beats Listening to Keedy Black Thinking bout what my old work did behind my back But I ain’t missing out on nann / cus I’m the best he never had Only time I double back is when a loop is in my track I say No I say No, No Reload When they try to come back you tell that ho No Reload Just send that ass packing down the road No Reload And when they ask you how you know? You say ... My ace in a hole

I say No my nigga I say No / No Reload

Konnichiwa 47 touched down in Tokyo Tell the Dj have my shit in mono and stereo

I say No my nigga I say No, No Reload

Post That

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post That shit

My bitch will get on the ground Just to make sure the light is found The way she make them angles hit She like Bill Cunningham with that shit I mean that shot Richard Avedon to make me look like a Don I got / so many pieces Bitch why not Have me a photo shoot right on the block I put two lanes on gridlock So I could sit in a fierce squat Spent big money on the wrist watch Highlighter on Tiptop Catch me in mid-air, Click They only made two pairs, Click Get into this hair, Click I do this shit with flair, bitch

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Galliano, I’m in Galliano, bitch Photo me pronto I’m in Galliano

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum Grab your lens / cus here she come Frame by frame, glossy lips Must I remind you I’m that bitch Elongated / sophisticated Covergirl, bitch we made it Every feature soft to the touch I make all your boyfriends blush Then I let them have it As I sit in custom fabric The say you are what you eat So I wear karats and make cabbage, uh Andrew Donsunmu Make me pretty in my Mui Mui Now serving come and grab it Tanjee banjee just like New New, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

I’m in Mugler I’m sitting in Mugler, bitch Tape down your toupee I’m sitting in Mugler

Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up Hol’up

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch

I’m Herb Ritz with the shit Gone’ Diddy crop that bitch Annie Leibovitz Gone’ Diddy crop that, uh

Hit that pose Take that flick Check yo angle Post that shit

Let’s Go Get Stoned / Portier’s Vibe

Ooou Oh yeah, yeah

Said my baby She won’t let me in Unless I gotta fat blunt, yeah yes And a bottle of gin

All I’m asking All I need Is a little of your time

Open up the door baby I got some real good good this time Hey ...

Let’s go get stoned Oh, Let’s go get stoned

Girl Blunt

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

I suggest you don't try me I'm real unstable when I'm off that YG, uh Haffi tell they friends don't mind me I stand 5'3 and I'm real feisty, uh What I need / pretty nigga / palm trees Got my own money bitch, it's nothing you can buy me / Nope Crooklyn baby we could take there And if they want smoke we can put it in the air, yeah

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

What you said What that mean I don't know Top shelf / bitch I'm on the honor roll Hot fire Make yo nigga stop and roll That booty oou she jiggle like a jelly roll / damn Chocolate, I'm lookin edible Running through the money bitch / I feel incredible Invite me to your party But I never go I be to caught up with that bank roll My dude real hood / mouth full of gold Real real hood / durag on Ambitious nigga, damn he got going on He just graduated college ‘bout a week ago You can work at CVS Long as you don't keep me stressed Cus I need a nigga that's just, yes I'm not with the disrespect Miss me with the indirect Smoke em like a cigarette / puff pass

This shit is a Girl Blunt I only smoke Girl Blunts

Roll Call

What’s the pledge (repeat)

Stroll! Roll Call!

Start it off with a roll call Que’s be my road dogs AKA’s walking round with they pink and they green on Deltas be elephant walking Zetas be live when they talking Shimmy shimmy ya / shimmy yay with the Kappas In my black and gold I throw a blade like a Alpha Roll Call!

Campus full of homies Got me feeling like Zeus When I’m with my crew And they all Greeks Got my niggas turned up With they middle fingers up Fuck the police When my hitta gotta got a problem We don’t call on them We just hit up the LB’s What's up / Shut up

Going on tour It’s gonna be cool The only way that you invited is if you HBCU Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Thurgood, Ms. Rashad, Dr. Ann, Mr. King Tell em one mo’ gen Ms. Badu, Sean Combs, Chadwick, Taraji P. Tell em where we been Southern U dolls I see ya Bethune Cookman they wanna be ya Drumline always there when we need em Howard Homecoming where we meet up

We going on tour Come bring a friend Shawty if you ain’t connected Sorry you can’t get in Historically Black I wear that on my sleeve 47 I just got an honorary degree

Roll Call!

Kid Chocolate Radio

You are now tuned in to WHNIC radio Where you always know, who’s in charge

That was Roll Call our number two song on our top 9 at 9 by Leikeli47 / Heavily requested by our brothers and sisters on the yard ..

Speaking of the yard / I wanna give a shout out to Professor Jenkins / Uh, I heard she broke her back at halftime / She called to let us know that she's fine and well, and she wants to give a shout out to everybody that sent her cards / Somebody tell Miss Jenkins to stay off the field, next time

Listen, everybody traveling south down Broad st right / There is an accident on Lombardy / so please be safe while you're going down there by The Fan / Tryna take the shortcut down the southside ..

But right now we about to get into the number one spot. Ah, we can't get rid of this girl. Leikeli47, with Top Down on WHNIC Radio.

Top Down

Protector of my heart Captain of my soul Never made me regret Giving up control Don’t have to be afraid Of the ship sailing away Even through bad weather Our anchor stays in place I'm a love you

Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (Thinking of you) I can’t get enough I can’t get enough I can’t get enough (Win or we lose) I’m not giving up I’m not giving up I’m not giving up (I'm a love you) Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up Top down Bottom up (I'm a love you)

Patient with my pride You move it all aside Never had a lover So careful and kind Ain’t much that I need Rather be caught up In your rhapsody And I don’t mind I don’t mind cus I'm gonna love you

I get real real happy every time I see you It’s funny how these niggas wanna be you, uh I found my equal Calendar set for the steeple Til death do us part / you know how we do, uh And when they see you Just know that I ain’t too far behind Matching air max / seat reclined, uh Defensive line and I play my position To the fullest Fuck around and get a few yards took'n It’s Brooklyn

Hoyt and Schermerhorn

In the dark on the train whispering, I love you Can’t nobody see the smile upon my face Pulling up to my stop / and you tell me don’t move You ask me can I call in sick today The doors close and I sit in your lap and kiss you You tell me my voice is medicine to your soul The brakes make us move back and forth just like we’re dancing It’s nothing like love on the train when the doors close

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Looking out the window the lights are flashing Tunnel vision / All I can see is you Passengers congregating for our union I’m hoping that they have what we have too

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Uh Never thought in my dreams / that I would meet the one You can count on me If your friends ever run No trade clause Take this team to number one My homie / my lover My best friend / my sun Shine on 'em baby In ya Calvin Klein on 'em Style on em bae U gotta couple miles on 'em While they play catch up We playing dress up In the Maldives Listening to the Killer Bees Hair blowing in the breeze Thinking back on memories when I would take the E Top my job I had in Queens You would always meet me At 61st with the weed and / I cherish the ground we on right now You always held me down I loved our meetings in the hallway In my old building I lived right across from RJ Trust you like I trust Mike 4th quarter in the paint So happy my rite now Will forever be my always We riding all the way

Oh we’re riding all the way Downtown to Uptown You got me all the way As long you’re down Ride with me all the way This train is love bound Ride with me All the way

Iron Mike

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

This that young Brownsville Mike This what working hard sounds like In that hood all damn night / Just hit 12 o’clock on that bike This that go way past go Feel that beat through that floor This that direct disrespect if you ever cross that road This that ..

Album number two Project number ten And I’m not / I’m not I’m not even through Just got my second wind When you / when you see me boppin through Keep it very zen Would hate to put you in a child’s pose Heat it up like Bikram All my cars got big rims Pinky ring / big gem Running in my own race That sound like a win win Outchea balling / Big 10 They use me as a template Cuh dey know that guhl got all dat sauce It’s finger licking

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Rarely interviewed / And that hardly ever seen If you wanna get a view You gone need to buy a seat Al Haymon ringside I peek in from time to time Don’t engage in small talk Cus you ain’t bout to waste mine Dis-activate my face time Focus on my waistline Offensively coordinated Loved at the same time I suit up at game time Bitch pronounce name right Hall of fame’r in the hood A bitch I’m a walking highlight

4-5-6 when it leave A nigga top dollar in the streets Shake it Shake it like a money tree A nigga top dollar in these streets

Droppin

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

They watching They watching everything I do They all chasing Can’t run a mile up in my shoes Tell me later That ain’t my problem / that’s on you I’m flying private I’m walking right up with the crew

We land I take my nephew to swapmeet / white tees Then it’s to the studio to produce my beats Sitting in the shop, Acrylic on my nails getting harder then gel I got a story to tell

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

I’m the Baby from the dumpster Brenda was my momma Free lunch in the summers Now I’m stacking commas Fake bitches still envy I don’t need that drama I too damn busy outchea chasing numbers Ponytail poppin Cocktails in the cockpit Boys insist on hanging on while I explore my options I tell them to stop it They search but they can’t top this The hustle I don’t knock it Cus I’m about that profit

Tee Tee / that’s my sister OG / that’s my cousin Just talked to my brother Told him that I loved him Made it from the bottom Beef no problem All they ever ask is when my New shit droppin

CIAA

The guns go bang bang My neighborhood gang bangs These kids with no name Seen their families slain, yeah Guns and cocaine These lions with gold chains Hunt they prey Knowing good and damn well they pray And u ask me how could this be? I will tell you how....

After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets oh After I run these streets After I run these streets I tell ya what u wanna know After I go get what I’m owed

Picking up from the laundromat New money from my old pack I gotta enterprise citywide I know my angels working overtime Cus they tried to kill me Tried to take me down Drown me in the river Put me in the ground But I can’t stop No I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Another day, another dollar, another cent Took me a hunned times try'n / before I rose out the cement, yeah Cleared out my karma For my sins, I repent A lot of free throws before I came up off the bench I / went at afraid / had to pitch my own tent Cus / being broke and poor man Just wasn’t my intent So, no I can’t stop But I won’t stop It ain’t in my nature I keep it in my socks I show em ..

Talkin’ to Myself

Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself Voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Eh’body talkin Eh’body talkin Nothing really coming out It’s just eh’body talkin It’s fire in the water It’s bugs in the bed We don’t need to be shot up to be filled up with lead Pour it down the drain Pour it down the drain I wish I could just melt you and just pour you down the drain Fuck you mean you don’t care? Them babies over there We need to be proud / be loud Gone let em hear I just be ... Talkin to myself Talkin to myself Sometimes I just be talkin to myself I hear them voices in my head Voices in my head Tellin me I just need to get outta bed and .. Wake up! Wake (repeat) Wake up!

Bad Gyal Flex

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come to collect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

No one cyaan test Middle name, architect They never know what to expect You accept what I reject

Coo pon dat bwoy I might mek him my toy Send him home / bunk mi res Tell his mumma I’m di best

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice eee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try we

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I pick up the check This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign dey reelect This is a bad gyal flex High class / no respect

Water more than flour Das wah mek mi work round the hour Billboards on towers On time even during rush hour Mi came to empower Grab fi yuh tits stand taller Wine like no tomorrow Carry go bring come Don’t bother

Sumody tell mi sey yuh dida talk bout mi It’s no surprise that you chat bout we Cuyah she gwan like she so nice ee Get that red out ya eye fore you come try me

This is a bad gyal flex When I come, I come for respect This is a bad gyal flex Hang it up, disconnect This is a bad gyal flex When mi campaign they reelect This is a bad gyal flex Run up you might get wrecked

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ kip de bashment going on an on

Had ah dream mi guh ah far No it’s fi mi name they calling DJ keep de bashment going on an on

So I can flex

Full Set (A New Style)

Now moo that .. Lemme give her some / Lemme give her some bundles .. The same / bundles / that she's been having / past weeks! Let me give her a New Style ..

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Put ya thumb up bitch You ain’t goin my way No more free rides That’s done I say Take court, any sport I’cuh run all day Right hand to Sham I’m a ball my way

"Category is" Are the words I pray Hold church on the catwalk all day Bring it to you every ball And I don’t show face Clocked in on time Need all my pay

Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew Why would I say what I can just do Chewing gum, Chewing gum, Chew No money on the scene? / Bitch that’s my cue Uh, I carry Looking for a young Iverson to marry Watching my calories I'm a Plant-based ho all about her celery salary

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

I’m from the hood hood We don’t back down We wish a nigga would would Block boys with the good wood If he loyal hold it down like you should should

Now Serving High maintenance Chase nothing but greatness Barely seen in places / and never in no ones face bitch So that phony shit y’all save it Fo yo skully be on that pavement Cus big bucks and Benz toy trucks Are the only thing that I play with Don’t try me, try luck Putcha in the cloud wit all the shit you can’t back up Nike airs coming in by the Mack truck On all ten I got my mother f*ck'n checks up, bitch

New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo New Style / New hairdo A new cut / A new color A new cut / A new color

Blacker than an all white party Came to make you move your body

She needs some oil sheen.

In My Eyes In my eyes / you’re a king In my eyes / you’re a queen Beautiful lives / lost in spring The wind blows away our dreams In my eyes / I am god Cause He lives in my heart Scriptures in the stall Vines on the wall Psalms in the air just in case a nigga fall Father forgive me for I do not know it all But the life you chose for me had me living off the wall Sometimes on floors Singing through the halls And Billie Jean never came clean through it all Daddy’s maybe was a welfare baby Now I’m lighting up the streets, and that’s on me In my eyes / there’s a war Pick a side / what are you fighting for In my eyes / only blood can clean The stains of life That I wear on me I’m leaving, come with me There’s more for us to be

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