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royallyprincesslilly · 2 years ago

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Title: A Long Time Coming {1}

Lewis Hamilton x Friend Group Reader

Warning: Cursing, Teasing, Slow Burn, Plot

Words: 5.5k

Summary: After a long, grueling and stressful 2023 season where Lewis dominated and showed the world once again why he was the best at what he does. He walks away with his 8th championship title and plans with his closest and bestest for some much-needed R&R.

Note: If you couldn’t tell by the summary, we are manifesting with this fic, MANIFESTING HARD for Lewis for 2023. Also, thank you Ru for filling in some of the friend info for me. XOXO

Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!

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***Interactive***

~~~~~~~

"Just fuck already! Everyone knows you both want to. Shit it’s been years of this pining from a distance, and will they won’t they suspense. Years of both of you playing too many fucking games!"

Your eyes widened at her unexpected outburst; an outburst geared to you.

"Hey, hey, easy with those accusations, matter of fact baseless accusations."

You continued to apply her your makeup. Everyone was set to meet at the airfield at a certain time and though you were usually late for most things that didn’t include work, you really wanted to get there on time.

"Baseless? Y/N! The looks you both share, the undercover flirting that everyone has peeped at some time or another over the years since you reconnected, the connection, the--."

"Aht, Aht, Aht, stop all that mess. Whatever you're smoking please bring some along cause we all deserve to be this delusional at some point on this trip."

Gisella hip bumper you so hard that you went flying onto the bed. When you landed you busted out into a fit of giggles. "What have I told you about using that weapon against friendlies?"

"Friendlies my ass! I’m just tryna help your kitty kat finally purr. No one should have to be celibate for 4 years."

"Ain’t nobody forcing me. It's a choice," you countered.

"A choice because you’ve been dealing with fools, assholes and below subpar men and you don’t have to when you have Lewis."

"I don’t have Lewis, everyone has Lewis," you teased taking a stab at his philandering reputation.

Gisella couldn’t help but giggle. Lew's reputation was legendary. You’d heard so many rumors about every aspect of him over the years it was insane. You tried to steer clear of the majority of it but there were bombs that were dropped among your friend group and those bombs had made you know more about his alleged stroke game and alleged baseball bat pleasure stick than you should.

Those bits lived rent free in your head, but you'd never admit it out loud or to yourself for that matter. Before your head could drift off to those rent-free thoughts, you shook your head hoping to clear it. Just then Nikki walked in dressed as if this trip was a fashion show. No doubt she was wearing everything from her new line, Baciami.

"Another Lewis denial?"

"You know it!”

You rolled your eyes. When these two decided to gang up on you, you didn't stand a chance. Rolling off the bed, you scurried into the ensuite to grab the rest of your beauty items to pack. Though you knew where each item was, you took your sweet time, not wanting to hurry back into the bedroom for your friends to continue the current conversation. The vibration of your phone tucked into your front tie top buzzed against your breast. You knew it wasn’t a good thing to keep your phone against your breast, but it was usually always the most convenient place for you.

MSG Lewis: Wheels up at 8 no if, ands, or buts, I’m not even playing, kitten.

You rolled your eyes then tapped out a reply. Before you sent yours another text from him came in.

MSG Lewis: I’m not afraid to leave your ass behind.

“Ha,” you said to yourself.

Opting for a voice reply, you went off.

“Listen you may be fucking eight-time championship holder and feeling yourself hard over this newly long awaited and much deserved title but don’t get it twisted. I am the life of this party, have always been the life of this party, and will always be the life of this party. Just sit there looking pretty and expect me when you see me.”

You made sure all your sass and attitude dripped from every single word, then hit send with a smile on your face as you waited for his no doubt equally sass filled response. Sure, enough about half a minute later you got his reply, a voice one.

“Put some respect on my name and run me my respect. I am an eight-time title holder, and I don’t take anyone’s shit no matter how beautiful they are. Get your fine ass here on time or else, kitten.”

You heard the words he emphasized and the way his voice oozed of authority and control and your belly clenched. Your head went back to the rumors of his Dom kink, and you slumped against the bathroom sink with a sigh. It was just another bit of evidence you had to lock away in the untouchable, unspeakable box of things pretraining to Lewis. The man himself was in this box and definitely classified under untouchable. You listened to the message again and clung to him calling you beautiful and pointing out your fine ass. You sighed again knowing that he would see you taking this long to reply as his victory. The man was competitive in everything.

“Or else what? You know damn well that I’ve got you wrapped around my pinky finger. You ain’t goin nowhere without me and that’s that on that!”

You giggled as you send the voice reply. When you turned, there stood Gisella and Nikki both with snarky “I told you so, you’re caught” looks on their faces.

“Oh the foreplay is very telling,” Nikki said.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your things and walking back into the bedroom.

“Ugh, whatever. He says he’ll leave us if we’re not on time. So let’s try not to get left ladies.”

You disappeared across the way into your closet determined to finish up everything you still had to do. Thirty minutes later, you were all in the SUV that had been sent for you with your bags loaded in the back finally on your way to the airfield. On the drive you replied to the last emails from your agent and editor ensuring they knew you weren’t going to be too attached to your emails. Their reminders to have the rest of the chapters for your book completed by the time your returned from this trip made you roll your eyes to the back of your head.

They’d been hounding you for these chapters for three months now. Three months of daily “friendly” email remainders, three months of weekly drop ins to check on” your wellbeing, and monthly sit-down meetings that stretched for hours for mapping and plans all centered around this second book that apparently everyone was anticipating. Maybe the anticipation was the reason why you were so reluctant to write it. maybe your stroke of luck with the pen had fizzled, maybe you just weren’t into the idea anymore.

Those were the reasons you gave them when they asked what was taking so long. Those were the PC reasons. You couldn’t very well tell them that your well of inspiration for sex, smut and sultry human connections had dried and caved into the center of the Earth. You couldn’t tell them that you were dry in more ways than one. So instead of exposing yourself in that unfavorable way, you tapped out a very professional response.

Consider it done.

Exiting your emails, you sighed. Hopefully this trip ended up being for more than celebrating Lewis’ 8th title. Perhaps by the end of this vacation you’d come back with a hundred pages of unputdownable content, even if you had to fake it till you made it.

“Why is there such a huge wave of stress coming off of you now?”

“Just my manager and editor on my back again. They worse than Sallie Mae!”

Your friends laughed.

“That’s why you shouldn’t have made that first book so damn good. Now everybody waiting, tapping their feet expecting a slab of gold to drop into their hands,” Gisella said.

“So she should be mediocre?”

“I say just write something. You’ve been dragging your feet for three months. Just give them something and be done with it.”

“I mean that is an option, Nikki added.

“I don’t want to just give something half assed. I wanna feel it and I just haven’t been feeling it no matter how hard I try,” you admitted.

The silence stretched for a few moments before Nikki piped up. “Maybe a change of scenery is what you need. This trip will do you some good. We promise to give you time to write.”

You squeezed her hand as a thank you before you bounced your shoulder into Gisella for the same purpose. They may mess with you mercilessly, but they also had your back to the end.

Miraculously you made it to the airfield with five minutes to spar. The driver unloaded your bags once you got the private jet while the three of you approached the others waiting there. Once Daniel shouted your name, they all turned. You waved at Daniel, his girlfriend Cassie, and Mabdulle, his girlfriend Robin, Miles, and Andrew. They four happily waved back at you but the closer you got you realized there was another person there.

Squinting your eyes, you peered closer behind your dark sunglasses. There stood a slim, brunette with high lights at the ends of her hair giving her the ombre look. She wore tiny shorts and a crop top and knee high sparkly heeled boots. You watched her put her arm around Lewis’ shoulder then scoffed because you immediately knew why she was there. His plaything for the trip.

“Who is that boney girl?”

You snorted at Gisella. She always acted like this was the first time she’d ever seen Lewis’ antics on display.

“She is how I know Iont got Lewis, everyone’s got Lewis. “

Nikki snorted and threw her head back laughing. “This trip is sure going to be interesting.”

“Whatever, she won’t last three days before he’s sent her packing,” Gisella voiced.

“Three days huh?”

Nikki looked as if she were contemplating deeply over those words before she added to the wager. “I give it two.”

You looked between them and shook your head. You were not going to partake in this bet because they both had good odds.

“I see your ass likes playing with fire,” Lewis said holding up his designer gold and diamond watch that you knew had to have cost him half a mil.

“You know I like it when it hurts.”

“Yoooo!”

Daniel spun around in his exaggerated fashion heightening the antics. You loved him dearly. You considered him the best of Lewis’ friends. He always seemed to be genuinely looking out for him and his best interests.

“Bruv, that’s very telling,” Miles added.

You shrugged, “I’m a grown ass woman, not tryna keep no secrets. “Hi, I’m Justice!”

You looked to the beauty because Lewis. She had her hand held out a wide smile on her face and her sunglasses atop her head. no one else spoke and you felt all the eyes on you watching to see what you’d do. You didn’t know what the interest was for. You glanced at Daniel and Cassie who both lifted their brow like the synchronized couple they were while Miles has a Cheshire cat smile on his face looking like that creature in the movie Grimcutty. He clearly was expecting some showdown.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, this is Nikki and Gisella.”

You shook her hand in a pleasant way, your mother didn’t raise no ill-mannered child. Soon after, Nikki and Gisella both shook her hand, but it was done with complete lackluster. They didn’t like her for no other reason than she was coming along.

“Cute glasses,” Justice said pointing to the ones you were wearing.

“LewLewBoo has the same ones.”

LewLewBoo you thought while stifling your amusement. Lewis hated cutesy cutesy nicknames. He wasn’t against a few of them but this one you knew he hated. Lewis nudged Justice as if to say cut it out and she gave him an apologetic look, shrinking back slightly.

“Well, LewLewBoo is always trying to cop my style and be like me what more can we expect from the 8-time champion.”

His smile widened and you couldn’t help but smile back. The two of you squared up neither budging until you both went in for a hug. He lifted you then spun you.

“I am so proud of you again. So proud and so so happy!”

His arms held you off the ground like you didn’t weigh a thing. The tight squeeze gave you ever impression of how strong those arms were.

“Thank you for always being there,” Lewis said so only you could hear.

“Of course. What’re friends for?”

Your eyes locked and you saw how much your actions throughout the season meant to him. You’d been to every weekend, every event. You’d been more than just a friend to him over the last nine months. You’d been a therapist when things went wrong and he was expected to smile through it, a sounding board on different ideas he’d come up with both for racing and his other ventures, alternate strategist when you saw things a little differently than the rest and your vision connected with his, comic when he needed a good laugh about all the bullshit, entertainer when he needed to relieve some stress with a song or some other shit, storyteller when the nights were too much and he needed a soft voice with calming words to soothe the madness inside his head and everything in between. You didn’t mind. That was what friends were for.

“Are we lifting off?”

Mabdulle’s uncertain question filtered between the two of you breaking the moment. When Lewis returned you to your feet, you stepped back securing your sunglasses right back on your nose. The group of you made your way to the jet then piled in. Everyone scattered for their version of the perfect seat. The guys congregated around Lewis while the ladies broke off for their own space.

“Did you hear where we’re going?”

“Where?”

“Don’t tell her shit,” Lewis shouted spinning back to look at the group.

“Come on there is no point in keeping it a secret anymore. I’m here,” you whined.

“Quit your whining girl. You said you’d go anywhere with me and I’m ‘bout to test that shit.”

“Oh god, are we going to Switzerland so you can fuck with me Lewis?”

“I can fuck with you anywhere, girl!”

Your belly flipped from those words, and it was the most unexpected thing that you had no words for a smartass rebuttal. Lewis saw it too and cocked his head to the side as you dropped down into your seat with a perplexed look on your face.

Gisella leaned to your ear and whispered, “I’m jumping on Nikki’s bet, 2 days max cause that was clear flirting.”

You rolled your eyes and did what you did best, faked it till you made it.

“Whatever.”

The flight was as rowdy as it always was when all of you got together. The banter was what you all were known for. At every opportunity you took the bait to clown Miles because he was always coming for you. It wasn’t that you hated him, you just liked to push his buttons, liked to rile him up and tease him mercilessly. Sometimes there was this vibe to him that there was something darker to him that he kept hidden at all costs. Sometimes you saw it though. You’d told Lewis about it, but he wasn’t surprised to hear it. He was a great people reader, and he was always aware of the vibes people gave off.

You were unable to blot Justice out though. She seemed like a nice enough girl to you. An upcoming model, of course, that met Lewis at some fashion event he was at, again of course. She definitely seemed infatuated with him, definitely DTF. You didn’t knock her for that because there was absolutely nothing wrong with being DTF. However, every time she sashayed toward Lewis and sat in his lap to giggle and whisper with him you noted the way your belly rolled like you’d eaten something bad, and it was wrestling you inside. It was interesting and it was something you shoved into the travel bag of untouchable things that you absolutely should stay away from and avoid.

~~~~~

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our decent into our destination. Local time is 4pm. Please buckle your seatbelts and prepare for landing. Thank you for flying today Sir Hamilton.”

You sat up and tried to get a look out the window to get something about where you were, but it was useless, you couldn’t see at all.

MSG Lewis: Don’t worry. Sit back. You’ll love it here. You won’t want to leave in a week.

You glanced across the jet to find him sitting by himself with one leg resting on the other at the ankle. He was leaned back in the seat looking as if he were expecting someone to approach him and give him a lap dance.

MSG: You told me to take three weeks. Where are we going after?

MSG Lewis: You’ll see.

You gave him a death glare then rolled your eyes.

MSG: If I’m stressing about where we’re going this whole time, I’m going to blame you to my editor and manager when I come back with not even a page of the one hundred I’m supposed to have written.

He smiled.

MSG Lewis: Not my fault you’re curious George. One day that curiosity is gonna get you into some shit you can’t get out of.

MSG: Like what sir?

You watched his face morph through different emotions, surprise, interest, confusion then regret. You were slightly fascinated wondering what it was he was thinking. Before he could answer, Justice reached out and squeezed his thigh in a spot that said she was familiar with his body. Again, that feeling in your stomach returned but this one irritated you and you found it was harder to push it into that travel bag.

By the time everyone marched out of the jet, you were more than ready for a drink and a shower. The heat hit you like a low hanging branch to the face. This definitely wasn’t Switzerland. Once all the bags were offloaded, a tall lanky man approached the group.

“Welcome Mr. Hamilton. It is an honor to have you with us. My name is Mosi.”

He had a thick African accent. Your eyes widened. Were you where you wanted to go? If so, how did he know you wanted to come here?

“Thank you for having us, Mosi “Lewis replied.

You tried to keep your giddiness under wraps, but it was incredibly difficult.

“Follow me and my team will gather your luggage.”

A line of four people walked toward the jet while the rest of you followed Mosi. Lewis chatted with him in hushed voices that you couldn’t pick up. You wondered if he was talking so low because of you.

“Why can’t you just let him surprise you?”

You hadn’t even noticed Mabdulle moseying up beside you. You snorted realizing you’d been caught eavesdropping or attempting to.

“I mean I can, I just—want to know.”

He nodded slowly then shook his head. “He’s been planning this for a bit, couldn’t make up his mind where until like a few days ago. Sit back and let him rock.”

You began to wonder if he was so indecisive because of you. Before you even asked, Mabdulle nodded.

“The things we do for friends.”

With that he walked ahead over to Daniel and Cassie leaving you to wonder what he meant by that and why he’d said it the way he did.

After a few more steps, you saw the two charter planes that had paddles attached to the bottom of them. Another clue you said to yourself. You were in Africa and going to land somewhere with water. Everyone split up to load into the two planes. You made sure to get into the plane that Lewis and Justice weren’t getting into. You didn’t want to watch any sort of PDA. Just before Lewis got into the plane you watched he glance around as if searching for something. When his eyes landed on yours you noted the clench of his jaw but before he could make another move Justice called his name in a cutesy whine. You clenched your jaw from annoyance because if this was what you were going to have to listen to this whole trip you were going to jump out this plane without a chute.

Your jaw was dropped, hands pressed to the glass and tongue practically hanging out as you watched the scenery coast by. The turquoise in the ocean called to you, the variation of the shades of greens in the trees complimented it perfectly and you imagined sitting underneath them enjoying a nice breeze and a cocktail. To the horizon the rural lands were such a contrast to the sandy beaches it did nothing but take your breath away. It was perfect. It was everything you’d wanted when you’d seen a random picture and said in passing it was your idea of a perfect vacation. You couldn’t wait to soak it all up.

The plane landed in the ocean and glided its way to a full stop right on the beach and slowly everyone disembarked.

“Wow, this is gorgeous,” Robin said staring out into the water once she was on the sand.

“I can’t wait to get in,” Nikki added.

You were too busy snapping pictures for memories to join in on the conversation. Every shot was even better than the last and every shot had you more and more excited. The breathtaking sunset was the perfect backdrop and opening for what you hoped was going to be a great vacation.

“Welcome to & Beyond, Mozambique’s most popular destination,” Mosi said as he stood to the front of the group with his back to the uber luxurious dwellings on the property.

Your smile was so wide you knew you looked like an idiot. Lewis caught your eye, and he was smiling just as wide as you were. You mouthed “thank you” and gave you a nod while tapping the side of his nose. It was a thing both of you always did to the other to say, “I got you”. It had always been like that. he’d do whatever he could for you no matter what it was you asked for, and you’d do the same. It wasn’t a tit for tat type of thing or favor for favor it was genuine care all the time.

After a quick tour of the massive property that Lewis had taken liberty to rent out completely just so your group could really relax without any eyes, you all split up to lock down your rooms and settle in. The local time was nearing dinner and you were teetering on ravenous thanks to you skipping breakfast and only opting for a small fruit salad on the plane as lunch. Your room was perfect, it faced the ocean and gave you quite the view. You knew it would be the perfect view for any late-night writing sessions. And if this was what you were working with then you were excited to get to it.

You took a shower then plopped onto the floor in your towel to go through your luggage for something to wear for dinner. With your headphones in you went through your choices until you heard the notification sound from your phone. When you glanced down, you found a message from Lewis.

MSG Lewis: I hope you like the room; you got the best view. I hope it helps with your writer’s block.

Realization hit you, he’d planned all of this. He’d chosen this place because of you, given you the room with the best view all in hopes to get your groove back. you could have released an audible “oof” right then and there.

MSG: You didn’t have to do all of this for me.

MSG Lewis: Shut up.

MSG: I’m serious.

MSG Lewis: I like doing things for you. Plus it’s nothing more than all you’ve done for me over the years. WAFF.

The ball of tension in your belly faded and left a sinking feeling. What are friends for. You took a deep breath, held it for a beat, then slowly let it out. It was then you put your phone down and continued what you were doing with your music much higher than before. After a while you managed to put together something cute and just as you were putting on a lite layer of makeup Nikki walked in.

“What’s taking you so long?”

“Perfection takes time.”

“Heeeeeyyy!”

You laughed, bringing your attention back to the mirror to finish your brows.

“Where’s Gisella?”

“Trying to get all the gossip on Justice. She did a dive on IG and found out she’s a model but also an IG—persona. She saw a few pictures of her with a few other celebs and now she is trying to get the tea.”

You nodded, of course she was. Gisella could find out anything about anyone. She was better than TMZ, better than any other gossip blog hands down.

“You don’t seem to care about it though.”

“Why should I care? I’m all good until she proves to be a problem.”

Nikki studied you for a moment. You could feel her eyes boring holes into your back. You were not going to fall for it though. She wanted you to open up but opening up was the last thing you planned on doing on this vacation.

Dinner was amazing, the food on display across the banquet style table was exquisite. Michelin star restaurants in the states could never. Everything you put into your mouth you moaned for, every dish placed before you, you devoured, every flavor that burst over your tastebuds had you rocking in your seat. There was nothing that was off. You tried to keep up with the conversations around you while enjoying the food, but you were sure you missed plenty of useful tidbits.

When dessert came you slowly ate the decadent cake and looked around the table at all your friends. Time together like this was rare. Lewis’ schedule was nuts, and then when you added yours, it was difficult to get everyone together. Across the table, you noticed Lewis doing the same thing. He was probably thinking the same thing you were. When your eyes met, his smile widened. It was soft and inviting, so similar to him. It slipped for a moment and was replaced by a crinkled brow and a screwed jaw. He looked like he was thinking deeply about something. However, the look quickly disappeared. Raising his glass to you, he bopped his head. You returned the gesture and returned your attention to your plate.

After dinner, no one seemed eager to go to bed, instead the drinks rolled out and the stories began. No one was safe from being put on blast, no one was left untouched from some embarrassing story from some point in their life and because of that the laughs never ended. When everyone said their goodbyes, you decided to set yourself up to write. After getting everything ready and setting your atmosphere just the way you wanted you sat down with the view of the soft rolling waves of the ocean as your focal point and a bottle of wine beside you. After taking the time to reread your last written chapter you were half a bottle down in the wine with worries of how you were going to match that steam.

“All right, Y/N, let’s get this down and done.”

You cracked your knuckles then set your hands ready to fly across the keyboard. Twenty minutes later, your screen was empty and your fingers still hovering over the keyboard.

“Shit.”

You grabbed the wine and guzzled the rest then groaned when you realized it was finished. You ventured through the villa to one of the bars and picked out two more bottles. You were determined to get something down. You’d take anything at this point, a sentence, a word. Hell, even a period. Sitting back down, you popped the top of the wine and took a few gulps foregoing the glass sitting to your left. what was the point? This wine tasted a lot stronger than the one you’d just had, and you were grateful for that. With a mouthful of wine, you set yourself for attempt number two.

Like the first attempt, twenty minutes later you had nothing. That led you to finish the second bottle of wine as you talked to yourself about nothing in particular just your failure to do the simplest of tasks. An hour later, the only thing you’d accomplished was finishing the wine you’d gotten from the bar. You were surrounded by the empty bottles that were scattered around the floor while you were sprawled on the bed. You’d abandoned your laptop and was just staring at the ceiling waiting for the wine to put you to sleep. As your eyes lulled closed, you heard muffled moans that sounded as if they were coming from the room beside you. With your eyes wide, you held still waiting to see if you’d imagined it. A few seconds later, they sounded again.

What the hell? You knew either Nikki or Gisella were beside you and you also knew that they couldn’t be busting it down with anyone. Your eyes widened even more than you thought it was Gisella and Mabdulle. You’d always gotten the vibes that they were into each other but wanted to keep it on the low.

“Oh my gosh.”

You sprang up and pressed your ear to the wall like a total creeper. You planned on holding this over her head for the rest of eternity whenever she tried to come for you. It was quiet over there and you didn’t know if you should be thankful or feel bad about it. Someone was not putting in work.

“Just stop.”

You pressed closer hearing that. Stop what?

“I can make you feel good.”

You began to wonder why she was pleading with him. This was not Gisella. She took what she wanted, and you knew for a fact she knew how to have a grown man sounding like a whimpering child. You heard slurping sounds and more muffled moaning then gagging. Other than that, it was silent. This definitely wasn’t Gisella. whoever it was did not know their way around a dick. The silence was very telling. You stifled a laugh because you hoped it was Miles, hoped he’d somehow picked someone up and was getting the worst lackluster head of his life. However, it was not.

“Mmm, Lewis.”

Your smile dropped, your eyed bugged and you made a face of disgust. No fucking way. Lewis took the room beside you. He knew this was the room he’d chosen for you, which meant this was a deliberate choice. What the fuck? Was he fucking with you? Why?

“It's not working, it’s cool.”

“No, let me try some more. What’re you thinking about?”

He sighed. “W-A-F-F.”

At that you pulled away from the wall as if it had turned into lava. What the actual fuck! The slurping and moaning began again but you could tell it was not from Lewis, you could tell that he was completely disinterested. As you listened part of you wanted to laugh because this was just pathetic. Another part of you wanted to melt into the mattress and disappear. You’d never been on this side of things, never overheard his shenanigans, never been the fly on the wall. You didn’t know how to act, much less what to think. Another part of you wanted to kick the wall down and show her how it’s done, but another part that was seeing radioactive green and all you wanted to do was She Hulk smash her ass then Sparta kick her into the ocean telling her to doggy paddle back to the states. Was it a strong reaction? Yes, it was. Did you understand it? Not at all.

So you laid there hearing her failed attempts at making him feel good while letting your thoughts wander on what he meant by saying he was thinking about the code between you, the code he’d said to you several times that day. You knew one thing for certain, tomorrow you were changing your room.

PT 2 Coming....

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slightlymore · 4 years ago

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for sure

yuta x fem reader

genre: smut, sprinkle of fluff, sprinkle of angst (? not really, yuta being deep for no reason in one scene, blame his triple scorpio making him emotional)

warnings: +18, esplicit sexual content (teasing, fingering, spanking, oral both, raw, multiple orgasms, cum play, overstimulation, use of a butt plug haha, rough but yuta is kind of a soft dom, brat taming, praising, manhandling), alcohol, swearing, description of yuta’s navel piercing, talks about tattoos and nipple piercings

words: 5.7k

requested: you're a babysitter and the little girl's hot brother is making your life difficult

_____ You woke up in a man's bed that morning.

The ceiling above you was a little spinning when you opened your eyes. His scent was everywhere, engulfing all of your senses.

It was the first thing your brain registered about Yuta as you played with the little girl you were babysitting: like a swoosh of air that almost physically grated at your skin when he entered the house.

Then his voice, loud but warm, announcing that he was home.

The girl's eyes got bright at the sound, and as you were both sitting on the living room floor, she was quick to rise and run towards her brother’s arms. You turned around with a newly bloomed smile and watched, a little out of place.

And then you actually saw him.

Perfect face, perfect teeth, sexy eyes, black ruffled hair, more piercings than you had brain cells.

Red lights screaming at you D A N G E R while your breath went missing.

You just couldn’t look away. And it turned you on so fucking much.

They were both laughing as the young man made the girl fly for a few moments then groaned, saying that he was starving.

Then he also saw you.

"Hi," you blinked fast when you felt his gaze on you, and you got up, walking a few steps and lifting one hand in an awkward greeting.

The man looked at you from head to toe and imperceptibly furrowed his eyebrows.

"Oh, hello," he extended his hand too and you shook it quickly.

"I'm Y/N. I'm taking care of your sister," you explained and he opened his mouth to speak. Perhaps about to say that he wasn’t aware.

"Y/N, look!" the little girl interrupted, grabbing his hand and shoving it into your face. "See? Nailpolish! Like you!"

You smiled and nodded at her. "Yes, it's very pretty,” you admired Yuta’s black nails.

The girl looked elated and proceeded to grab your hand too and shove it into the man's face this time.

"She has red. She told me she'll do red on me too!"

"Ohh!" the other played along and sustained your palm in front of himself. His skin was warm and soft. "You'd also look as beautiful as her with red nails," he then ruffled the girl's hair and whistling he turned around before you could think of what to say to that compliment.

"Right!" his head peeked behind the corridor corner and you relaxed your face in another smile.

"You're going away in half an hour?" he asked.

"Yes. I'm here until 7."

"Okay."

Okay.

You felt yourself be tugged down and you sighed resuming colouring, trying to ignore the little tingle on your hand skin.

_____

It's not like you expected him to say more. You just felt weird to be a little upside down after the encounter while you didn't leave an impression on him at all.

How did you know?

Because every time you were searching for him around the house you’d get caught staring and not once you caught him back.

The first time, he curiously tilted his head to the side but you looked away too quickly to see his full reaction.

The second time he smiled and you blinked back, your lips automatically imitating his before realizing what you were doing.

The third time he was fumbling in the kitchen and you could see his shoulders from the angle you were in, comfortably sitting on the soft couch in the living room. Your eyes caressed his spine and when you eyed the ass, he turned around and before you could look away he winked at you.

Fuck.

He wouldn't come home around 6 as that first day all the time. Sometimes he wouldn't come at all, even when you had to prepare dinner and clock out later than other days. Each day was agony, not knowing if you'd see him or not. And each day you were anxious to hear from the Parents that they didn’t need you anymore. Or that Yuta said he hated you and they thought about getting another babysitter instead.

But then when you'd least expect it, his scent would impress the air after the sound of the entrance door opening, making your mouth dry and heart jump. You'd look down at your clothes, trying to check on your appearance, every day putting in more and more effort to catch his attention.

"Hi, Y/N. I hope this little monster didn't make your life difficult today," he'd joke, making his sister puff her cheeks.

You'd giggle at them taking their tongue out at each other then you'd watch him go inside his room just like any other evenings where he got home early. No talking and no interaction. What was inside that room that was more interesting than being with you?

_____

"What does your brother like to do?" you asked the Little Girl once, smoothly making conversation after she told you what her favourite activities were at school.

The girl pouted as if thinking, eyes glued on the Legos she was assembling.

"Kissing his friends," she mumbled and you choked on your own spit. "And listening to loud music. He draws with me too,” she added, not noticing your expression.

"He's good at drawing?" you asked, impressed, Yuta and kissing in the same sentence making you feel some type of way you tried to conceal.

"Yes. He wants to draw on people."

"Oh, so he wants to be a tattooist. That's very cool."

"Dad thinks it's stupid. He didn't like his belly earring either."

You choked on your spit for the second time and before you could process the new piece of information making your head spin, his chuckle caressed your ears like a sinful melody. But also made you jump like a scared cat.

"He won't like the nipples either but that's life.”

You looked behind your shoulder to see him walking towards you in a rare stroll through the house.

"You pretty ladies talking about me?"

You lifted your head to look at him and smiled as he crouched between you and his sister, lazily sipping from a coca-cola can.

"Y/N likes talking about you," The Girl mumbled again.

You inhaled sharply and looked her way, mouth open in a flustered way to add something. Yuta smirked with his head tilted to the side as he’d usually do. It reminded you of a black bird making him cute but intimidating at the same time.

"Is that so?" he asked.

"Oh it's just--,” you chuckled once, “I don't see you around often so I was just a little bit curious."

"Hmm,” he nodded thoughtfully. “So you want to see me more often?"

You swallowed even if your mouth felt dry. He was so close, gaze piercing, staring into your soul and fuck, his cologne impregnating the air on top of everything.

"You want to see his belly earring?"

Your eyes darted towards The Little Girl again and Yuta smiled even wider. He let his body weight down on his knees and his hand was quick to lift his shirt, exposing his abs.

"When I'm older, I’ll get one too,” the sister commented.

The little puff of air escaping your lips could have been taken as a compliment when you eyed his navel and the piercing adorning it. Hopefully not for a sudden burst of horniness. Then you eyed the vein dancing deliciously underneath it, going down and down and down and d-When Yuta suddenly let his shirt fall down, you inhaled and looked away.

"I like it too," you grabbed the Legos again, trying to sound as uninterested but not as rude as possible.

"Bet you do," Yuta chuckled and lifting himself up he lazily strolled back to his room, the look you exchanged as he caught you staring while turning the corner making you want to dig a hole and hide in it.

_____

The following dasy you tried to ignore Yuta as much as possible. The thought of him finding you out making you embarrassed out of your mind. It hasn’t been that hard though, since he barely was around anyways.

That night, the Parents were out of town and you had to take care of the girl until Yuta came home.

"If he comes home at all," Mother sighed amusedly. "We never know."

"It's not a problem for me to stay the night," you assured them and you could see how grateful they were to hear you say that.

And there you were, looking around the empty house, baby put to bed and tummy full.

You eyed the TV and considered turning it on before your eyes inevitably rolled towards the corridor.

A single sigh left your mouth and, clearing your throat as if putting on a show for your imaginary audience, you walked towards it slowly, fighting the urge to start humming and showing that you'd only nonchalantly peep into the master room. It was boring and you closed the door very quickly.

Okay. Yes. Who were you trying to fool? You wanted to see Yuta's room.

Fuck.

You didn't care about the other rooms.

You were just dying from curiosity to see his one.

Deep breaths and slow limbs you analyzed the white door in front of you after looking behind your shoulder.

Was it a criminal offence to peep into people's rooms? You were home alone though. And you had no interest in stealing anything. You just wanted to give a very quick look.

You gulped and stopped your hand in mid-air before reaching the knob.

Invasion of privacy.

You were invading Yuta's privacy.

Shit.

You crossed your arms on your chest and let one of your legs tremble.

Excuse. You needed an excuse. Think.

Your brain almost hurt as your leg kept dangling from anxiety.

Windows? Windows! You hit your palm with one fist, eyes suddenly bright with relief.

The Parents told you to make sure all the windows were closed before going to bed. You checked on all of them except Yuta's one. What if he smoked before going to class that morning and forgot to close the window? A dry carpet is more important.

The excuse felt great so the door swung open and you were inside in a second.

No open windows. Alright.

Now you had to go.

Your hand gripped the knob harder.

Okay, leave.

But you were already there, weren’t you? Just a brief look. You won't touch anything, you promised to your conscience.

Timid feet, you took a little stroll around his unmade bed, a little heat washing over your body, looking at the stuff on the floor, discarded clothes near the open dresser, his knick-knacks on the shelves. An ordinary boy room.

Then you eyed his cologne and you stopped in place.

It was standing on the desk near his computer, almost begging you to just give it a sniff.

Okay. You'd only touch his cologne. Only that.

The glass bottle felt cold in your hand when you opened the cap and closed your eyes as you brought it to your nose.

You inhaled deeply and bit your lower lip. It was just a good scent, right?

Objectively.

It's not like you liked it because it was Yuta's or anything.

Right?

It was calming and made you feel weirdly safe. Fumbling with it a little, you quickly put some on your neck before realizing what you've just done. Shit.

Blinking fast, you put the cap back on and placed it in his spot then fast as the light you exited before you could do any other damage.

"What were you doing in my room?"

The voice behind you made your knees buckle in surprise.

"Oh my God!" you almost squealed. The corridor was dark and you could barely see Yuta's face when you turned around.

"You scared me!"

He looked unimpressed as he took a step towards you.

You took a step back.

He raised one eyebrow.

You didn't answer my question, it was saying.

"I was just checking whether the window was closed or not," you explained with a trembling voice. "When did you get home?"

Yuta leaned in suddenly and inhaled around your neck.

You paralyzed in place feeling his hair tickle your skin.

"You played with my stuff?"

You shook your head and took another step behind. You would have taken more if the door wasn't pressing into your back.

"Why do you smell like me then?"

His whispering voice, so close and so deep made your head spin.

"I just-- really like your cologne. I am so sorry I touched it-" you blabbed.

"What else did you touch?"

"Nothing! I swear. You can check."

You could barely see his eyes in the darkness but you saw his white straight teeth when he smiled.

"Then what else did you want to touch? Me if I were in there?"

"Huh?"

His sudden change in demeanour confused you.

Yuta kept on grinning and you felt his hand dance around your waist. You gulped and felt like panting. Then a single click made you jolt and he walked past you entering the room.

Finally, alone, you exhaled, closing your eyes for a moment to gather your shit.

"It has a different smell on your skin," you heard him talk so you turned around, watching him take off his jacket. "If you want to smell like me, you'd probably need to have sex with me," his smile was bright but you barely saw it as it got hidden by the hoodie he was taking off. The black t-shirt underneath it clung to his body and paired with his last sentence it made you speechless.

What? Flirt? You should flirt. This is why you didn't leave an impression on him before. Because you were boring. Get your shit together and flirt. But what does one say to something like this? Oh my God.

"I'd- like that."

No. No No No.

Yuta chuckled once and you fought the urge to run away.

"Okay."

You thought you were hearing things.

"Okay?"

He nodded. "Next time? I had a few drinks and I want to fuck you sober," he explained and with a smile, he walked past you again towards the bathroom.

Want to fuck you sober.

Want to fuck you.

He was crazy. He was completely crazy. And damn, it made you feel things you didn't know you could feel.

Trembling fingers and boiling blood, you grabbed your bag and waited for Yuta to exit the bathroom and to announce that you were leaving.

"What are you doing?"

His dark hair was wet and pressed on his forehead before his hand could push it back. But you didn't notice it at all, so concentrated on his naked body only wrapped in a towel. And said towel only around his hips.

"Your parents said that they needed me to stay only until you came home," you explained, gulping down a little whine, already wearing your coat in the middle of the living room.

"Don't be ridiculous," he walked the distance and grabbed the coat, pulling it towards him once before starting to unbutton it for you.

Paralyzed you just let him do that unable to crack a single word. Your eyes didn’t know where to land so you just watched his hands move, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the way your chest moved fast as lightning.

"It's too late. Besides, I told you that I'm drunk. We need a responsible adult inside this house for the night."

His smirk made you smile a little as a reflex.

"You don't look drunk at all."

"I'm a Scorpio," he explained as if you could understand what that meant. You nodded slowly and looked up at his hidden expression under the wet strands of hair. Was he babysitting you?

But then he pressed his palms on your chest right above the swell of your breasts and slid it underneath to coat, in an attempt of taking it off your shoulders.

You shivered and turned around as Yuta helped your arms out of it too.

"How long have you been crushing on me?"

His voice was low and amused in the silence of the house.

You felt like a little mouse in the grip of a humorous cat that liked to play with its food first.

I don't have a crush on you! you wanted to reply but you bit your lip instead.

You opened your mouth to at least make a single sound but whatever you wanted to say died in your throat when you felt his hand palm your ass.

"Did you wear this short skirt for me?"

You jolted, not expecting his voice and breath to be this close to your ear.

He giggled a little at your reaction and kissed your shoulder skin where little goosebumps formed.

"You said you would not fuck me tonight," you whispered.

"No. But I can play a little, can't I?" he dragged his hand down your ass until reaching the hem of the skirt and slipping his fingers underneath it.

Your eyelids fluttered when he gently cupped one cheek and squeezed, his tongue barely tingling on your neck.

"Yu--ta," you inhaled sharply.

"Yeah? Is this how you moan my name when you bury those pretty fingers inside of you?"

And when he bit and sucked on the softness of your neck, he took your breath away.

You lifted yourself on the tiptoes, hands reaching back to touch his head, finally tangling your fingers into his luscious hair.

"Am sure it doesn't feel nearly as good as this-," he let go the skin he was biting to whisper while his hand under your skin slowly slid your soaked panties to the side and dragged the fingertips along your clit, showing you what this meant.

The whine you emitted made him chuckle but he was quick to shut you up by pressing his mouth on yours. You arched your back, throwing your ass towards his hand as hard as you could, one hand cupping his jaw, trying to get as much of his tongue as possible.

Divine, you thought. Absolutely intoxicating.

And when you felt his middle finger inside of you, your body shuddered in his hold.

"Hmm, you're so needy," he rubbed his nose alongside your face and neck as you broke the kiss to pant. "Would you have been able to sleep well tonight? Knowing I was just one wall away?"

You shook your head.

"I should have let you suffer a little bit more. Just like I've been doing all of this time."

"So you knew?"

"Yeah. I wanted to break you, but tonight, seeing your little pout dying to suck my cock made me lose it. So here I am."

His last words got accompanied by his scissoring fingers and when he added his other hand to the clit, rubbing it mercilessly your knees buckled and you had to hold onto his forearm.

You were actually getting fingerfucked by the dude you’ve been crushing on for weeks.

"Let me hear that pretty voice. Show me how good I'm making you feel," his order made your inaudible panting transform into broken whimpers.

"Cumming--cumming!

Yuta hummed, acknowledging your sudden shaking body and when you dug your nails into his skin and let yourself fall into his arms, he wrapped your waist and stilled his hand inside of you.

You tried to open your eyes while panting, clenching around his fingers still deep buried between your throbbing walls, but failing. And when he slipped them out slowly you've never felt as empty as in that moment.

"Such a good girl," he kissed your jaw and you turned towards him, placing your hands on his bare chest and kissed him.

Yuta hummed into it amused before grabbing your face with one hand, stopping you. "Slow down, and no," he interrupted himself when you pouted, "don't give me those fuck me eyes. I said next time. This was just a little treat."

"I don't believe you don't want to fuck me right now."

"Oh, I'd break you in half."

"Do it."

He tsk-ed. "Not tonight. Whine a little more for me, cutie."

And just like that he turned around and slithered away with a smirk, leaving you burnt but still on fire in the middle of the living room.

_____

Head under the covers of the guest room, you were wondering if Yuta was touching himself at that moment or not.

Stubborn like he was, he probably went to sleep with a stiffy.

But what if he didn't?

What if he fucked his fist all of those nights thinking of you? The thought made you squeeze your thighs together.

"I'm just cold. I promise I won't do anything."

Yuta looked at you standing in the frame of his door and chuckled once before resting his head down again.

"Okay, but if you try something your ass will go back to your room. Also, you won't need a pillow."

You hesitated for a moment and placed the pillow you were holding on his dresser before timidly approaching his bed.

He scooted to the side and when you slowly sat down he just huffed impatiently and wrapped your body with his arms, pressing you on his chest.

He was right. Head resting on his bicep and face buried into his torso, you didn't need any pillow.

"Wait," you paralyzed as you tried to extend your legs and brushed his in the meantime. "Are you naked?"

Yuta hummed positively. "Got tired after the nut and didn't bother."

Your breath hitched and you shifted imperceptibly. Shit. You should have probably just stayed in your room and rubbed yourself instead of being pressed against his body and not being able to do anything about it.

"You could have just fucked me instead."

Your whisper made him chuckle. Then he breathed in once as the silence made it possible for you to hear your own heartbeat.

"Are you going to stop wanting me after I fuck you?" His voice was low and raspy.

Your hand, resting on his chest, twitched.

"Would you care?"

Yuta inhaled and exhaled, warming your forehead. And he didn't reply.

You bit your lower lip. "I'm sure I'll want you again if you fuck me good enough," your tone tried to lift up the vibe but Yuta didn’t follow you there.

"And if you don't?"

You lifted your face to look at his expression and he returned the gaze behind half-opened lids.

"You tell me. If I don't?"

His pupils looked at yours alternatively. "Let's sleep."

"I am--,” you stopped to gather courage, “-extremely wet right now. And I'm dying for you to finger me again. Although you've already done it once. So I’m pretty sure I'll feel the same after your dick too. If this is what’s making you hesitant.”

Your whisper made him open his eyes again and when he smiled a little you silently exhaled relieved.

"Extremely wet, you say? Won't believe it until I see for myself."

His tone opened your legs before his hand could and when he reached your panties under the pyjama bottoms you jolted.

"Hmm, fuck. Yes, you are. And for what? For being in my mere presence?"

You bit your lower lip as he slowly circled your clit.

"Don't get cocky."

"Can't help it with the cock I got."

"Won't believe it until I see for myself," you smiled, one hand already palming his stomach, feeling his piercing, loving the way things were rolling all of a sudden.

Yuta's muscles twitched under your touch and when you let your fingers drag on his length before wrapping it with your hand he whimpered.

You loved that sound and got even more eager, pressing your thumb on his slit and increasing the movement of your fist.

Yuta rutted his hips into your hand a few times before grabbing your wrist and pinning your arm above your head.

You hissed and tried to liberate yourself making Yuta just press more.

"Where's the good girl from before? A reminder that I can still refuse to bury it inside of your needy pussy as you so much desire," he spoke mere centimetres away from your mouth.

"Fuck me so hard that she comes back. How about that?"

"How about I fuck that little bratty mouth of yours until you can't speak back anymore?" He asked, retrieving his wet fingers from inside of you to drag them on your lips.

You squirmed under his touch and took out your tongue to lick them but he wrapped your throat to keep you down instead.

"But I said, not tonight. Go back to your room.”

_____

Yuta was like a snake that could poison you. Not letting you go but not wanting to kill you in a second either. He preferred to let his venom slowly enter your system until you couldn’t breathe properly anymore.

One touch here as you walked the corridor towards the bathroom, a little slap on the ass when no one was looking, a full-on kiss as he’d pull you inside his room for a moment, making you lose your mind at the rhythm of his tongue before whispering to you to go back.

As days passed you started to wonder if he forgot his promise.

And when you finally got the “tonight 9m” text your naive mind didn’t think much of it.

You were sure that the Parents took the Girl on a vacation that weekend so you didn’t have to go, but given the last missed assignments and forgotten deadlines, you didn't trust your memory anymore.

So when you rang the bell and saw Yuta opening the door you looked behind him as if expecting everyone but him.

“Yuta?”

“Yes?” He raised one eyebrow, amused at your surprise.

“Nothing. Are you going out on a weekday?” you stepped inside and took off your shoes.

If the Parents needed you, they probably knew Yuta wasn’t going to be home that night.

Yuta didn’t reply and you groaned trying to look at his expression while also trying to free yourself of the boots. If his little smirk threw you off then the way he pressed himself on you in a single movement made your brain straight up buzz with white noise.

“No short skirt tonight. How disappointing,” he murmured just a few centimetres away from your lips. Just that managed to transform you in a panting mess and when you felt his palms on your sides you shivered.

“I had no idea I’d be seeing you tonight,” you admitted, brain already running at the fullest of speed, connecting all the dots.

Yuta hummed.

“No worries. I want you naked anyway.”

And when Yuta wants something, you discovered, he gets it fairly quickly.

Almost stumbling on your own feet, mouth occupied and hands grating at his shoulders, you felt every single piece of clothing leave your body, on the couch, on the floor, thrown across the room.

And you got thrown around just like that.

Firstly with his head buried between your thighs, ass rubbing on the couch material, watching his palms grab your flesh and mould it to his pleasure. The gasps on your lips got pushed aside by his name that you kept calling as fast as his tongue on your clit before it would dip inside and make you push your hips into his face for more. His twinkly eyes were the only thing keeping you grounded but his mouth was pushing you off the edge instead. Fighting between the two forces it didn’t take you long to cum, making him chuckle lightly at your reaction.

“Sorry, it took me so long, babe. I need an empty house when I want to fuck,” he murmured against your stomach, going up until meeting the swell of your breasts, biting on the underside of them and sucking the skin inside his mouth.

"You could have come over to my house," you breathed out.

"You're right. I just wanted to tease you some more."

His smirk made you want to roll your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you, his arms caging you in, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. But you wanted to taste him too. So when you pulled him towards you by the waist, making him kneel on the couch he sighed amused and cupped your head as you dipped down.

His hands were quick to brush your hair out of your face, eyes hungry to see your expression as you took his cock inside your mouth.

“Shit-” he hissed when after a few good sucks you let him out, lips softly pressing on his balls instead. “You’ve been training much to be this good, haven’t you?”

“Just want to make you feel good,” you whispered, tongue already licking a stripe up the underside of his length before playing with the slit. “You could have had this much earlier if you weren't so stubborn.”

His hold on your nape tightened and he hummed.

"Not liking this bratty behaviour much. What did I say about this? Oh yeah. That I'd fuck your mouth," he finished the phrase right when you felt his fluid stroke on your tongue.

You relaxed your jaw and looked up, the image of you at his mercy making him exhale shakily.

"Fuck," his grunts increased just like his pace and when you finally choked, a string of saliva falling on your chin he rubbed his thumb on your cheek, waiting for you to catch your breath again.

"Your mouth was made for this," he murmured his praises and you whimpered, the pool of wetness between your legs getting larger with each thrust of Yuta’s hips between your tight lips.

Hovering over you, his black hair falling messily on his sweaty forehead, biceps flexing to keep your head in place and his lower lip, plump and almost red from the biting, made him look like the most erotic picture you’ve ever seen in your whole life. And when he pulled out and gritted his teeth, fist quickly to pump his hard cock in front of your face, you took your tongue out to catch the hot spurts of cum spilling from it, falling on your lips then breasts, slowly coating your nipples until you licked the last drops, swallowing it slowly for him to see.

He smirked, thumb caressing your throat as it moved and unannounced, as you were losing yourself in his eyes, you suddenly found yourself pushed on your back. You saw the ceiling then a second after the couch again as he flipped you on your stomach instead.

“Fuck, you’re stunning,” his rough voice accompanied his hands, palming your legs to open them up to his pleasing, squeezing your ass and spanking it once.

“Thoughts on butt plugs?” he then asked, thumb delicately brushing between your cheeks.

You shivered at the thought and turned your head to see him. He leaned down, his pelvis pushing against you while his mouth opened to welcome your tongue.

“Willing to try it out,” you whispered against his lips and he visibly inhaled so deeply to make you squirm.

You had no idea when Yuta disappeared and then suddenly materialized again behind you, a small plug warming in his hand while the other spread his saliva on you, gently nudging at your entrance.

“Tell me if you can’t take it,” his words made you smile and you hissed, pushing your ass towards his hand.

“Just push it inside already, you coward.”

Yuta raised one eyebrow at you and you inhaled, already savouring the way he’d try to fuck the attitude out of you. And when you felt the plug stretch you out you exhaled deeply, definitely not expecting the harsh slap to your cheeks and not expecting to like the experience that much.

Full, was the only thing you could think of when Yuta finally slid inside of your wet core and you told him, so full, Yuta, moaning his name again and again and again until your voice got broken by his intense pace.

So far in and so quick it was honestly a matter of moments before you could feel the build-up in your lower stomach expanding in your limbs, making you dig your nails into the couch material as your chest rubbed on it.

“Cummingcummingcumming-” you announced but Yuta didn’t care, his hold on you never getting loose as he kept fucking your spasming body through the orgasm.

"You can take another one, love. You've been so needy for this cock all of this time. I'm just being considerate."

His panting grunts were amused as a string of profanities left your mouth.

“So-- good-” you managed to form, not once have been fucked by someone with such high stamina before.

“Yeah? Are you going to beg me for more?”

Your erratic nods made him chuckle and he grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to reach your mouth. It would have been almost intimate if his fingers didn’t pull out the plug to push it inside, again and again, making you bite on his lower lip.

And when you saw his fluttering eyes it was your turn to grab his chin and keep him close.

“I want to see you cum too,” you whispered and he groaned.

“You first,” he ordered and like a spell, you actually came undone with a loud cry, his hips moving faster and faster until he stilled inside of you as well.

A deep sigh escaped his throat and you listened to his fast-paced breath as you tried to catch your own.

“Shit. Your pussy is damn good,” his voice buzzed on your back and you smiled.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom now, shall we?”

His breath was hot on your nape and you whined, too tired to actually say a single word.

“Finally going into round one,” he added amusedly.

“Round one? I thought that this was round three,” you blinked as you felt his forearm lifting you from the underside of your thighs.

“What do you mean? This was foreplay.”

You woke up in Yuta's bed that morning. The ceiling above you was spinning because you didn't get a single second of sleep the whole night.

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Naruto Characters and What Music I Think They Would Listen To Pt.1

Naruto

-You know those popular boys from school? The emoji tracksuit kids that like dunked on you when you walked through a door?

-Those vibes

-He listens to almost exclusively mainstream rap. It has to be 🔥🔥🔥 ya know?

-Always talking about the new Drake album or the new Kanye album. LOVES Chance the Rapper and Childish Gambino i just see it in his eyes.

Sasuke

-This fuckin guy

-See, my knee jerk reaction is like your emo classics. Pierce the Veil, MCR, Linkin Park. Screamo. Metal.

-But no. We have similar temperaments and I think that kind of music would actually irritate him.

-I think he’s emo but more mainstream soundcloud rapper emo. Lil Peep, $UICIDEBOY$, Lil Uzi Vert. LOVES XXXTentacion.

-Post screenshots of what he’s listening to on his snapchat story and you just know the boy is going THROUGH it.

Sakura

-OKAY so HERE is your rock and roll/metal baddie!!!

-hear me out. when she’s young its all pop. like y2k pop with R&B leanings. Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, etc. you get the idea

-but after training under Tsundae she picks up rock. starts with some classic rock at first, then slowly progresses.

-this girl loves Metallica and Black Sabbath. she just loves rock. Zeppelin, AC/DC, Five Finger Death Punch. All of it. I will not be taking any criticism.

-windows down in the car, headbanging always.

Kakashi

-this one is a little difficult to nail down

-a part of me just wants to throw him in the pool of doesn't really care and will listen to anything

-i think he’s got a different playlist for every mood

-R&B sexy playlist with the Weeknd and some Justin Timberlake (yes he thinks that's sexy), soft sad boy hours playlist with Post Malone and Russ, a party mix with some your standard frat boy bops.

-overall, he listens to a lot of popular music

Yamato/Tenzou

-another tough one to nail down!!!

-i truly think Yamato is a man of all tastes as well

-however.... i get country music vibes???

-not like new, pop, country. but the classics. Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton.

-he also likes jazz! and big band/swing. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin. What i would refer to as whiskey drinkin music. kinda classy and fun

Sai

-girl

-i truly do not know

-the man is an enigma

-i think once he joins team 7 and kinda strays away from the foundation he’s gonna be all about trying new stuff

-so one day he’s listening to Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran and Ariana Grande. Radio pop, entry level shit

-and the next time you see him its songs he heard on tiktok exclusively

-eventually he’s down a rabbit hole, consuming music in mass quantities and he’s into Crystal Castles and Grimes. Then next week its Tupac and Notorious B.I.G. Then it’s Judas Priest and Guns N Rose.

-everyone just gives up trying to keep track

Shikamaru

-oh its male manipulator music ALLLL DAY

-tame impala, mac demarco, the front bottoms, arctic monkeys, modern baseball, the smiths

-you get the idea

-dont necessarily think he's the ‘male manipulator’ type but he’s def the edgy smoking cigs and listening for the lyrics type

-i don't have to go into detail here you know I'm right

Ino

-see, her and Sakura go down similar paths

-she started off with the y2k bubblegum pop phase but her progression is a little more understandable

-shes your typical indie (except they aren't really indie) pop darling. Lana Del Rey, Lorde, Marina and Diamonds, Melanie Martinez, the 1975.

-what I'm saying is she was definitely on tumblr in 2014 and just never moved past that phase (did any of us tbh)

-as time goes on though she starts to branch out a lil. loves the mainstream women of rap! Cardi B, Megan thee Stallion, Nicki Minaj, Doja Cat. constantly bopping

Choji

-i couldn't find any gifs of this cutie smiling and that's a crime i want addressed RIGHT NOW

-but music wise?? i mean he’s a sweetheart right?? genuinely likes pop music! Ed Sheeran, Maroon 5, Katy Perry. HUGE Bruno Mars fan surprisingly

-i can see him just bopping his head along to the radio, just vibing and not being picky. loves a good ballad. Sam Smith, John Legend.

-hes just having a good time

Hinata

-queen of yearning and pining

-girl in red, mitski, HOZIER

-i feel like her playlist just looks like someone let a closeted queer girl put it together

-ABBA, St. Vincent, Florence + the Machine

-also just soft pop vibes. she’s defo posting sunset videos with the Lumineer’s playing in the background. HEAVY cottage core inspo

Shino

-here is your true emo king

-the trinity of course. P!ATD, MCR, Fallout Boy

-then Twenty One Pilots, Paramore, GORRILAZ

-he gives me also like art kid vibes as he gets older? Weezer, Wallows, Cage the Elephant. you know the type

Kiba

-kinda smilar to Naruto tbh

-but it HAS to be FIRE. no sad music! bass turned up and LOUD always

-i feel like he even went through a dubstep phase.

-hes the guy in the mcdonalds drive thru ‘you know what I'm here for’ *blasts Sicko Mode*

-some stand out faves are Travis Scott, Tyler, the Creator, Kendrick Lamar, Freddie Dredd

-he’s actually pretty cool tbh

Rock Lee

-yall ever been to a football game and they play the same hype songs over and over? ever seen a workout montage in an 80s movie?

-thats this boy. he’s just constantly listening to workout playlists. Eye of the Tiger, Livin’ on a Prayer, Welcome to the Jungle

-outside of that, i would think some of his favorite artists would be things Gai would listen to. Billy Joel, Bon Jovi, the BEASTIE BOYS, Foreigner, Aerosmith

-what I'm trying to say is he listens to the same music ur dad listens to

Neji

-fucking music SNOB

-’you've probably never heard of them’ headass

-and then its like the strokes or vampire weekend or some shit jfc

-male manipulator music part two but 100% fits the stereotype. hes gonna leave you on read and then cry to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.

-some standout favorites are the Pixies, Neutral Milk Hotel, alt-J.

-likes some other stuff too. The White Stripes, The Black Keys, some Beck.

-decent taste if he wasn't such an a-hole about it!

Tenten

-ya know what

-hyper pop. 100 gecs, Charli XCX, CMten, SOPHIE, Slayyyter, A.G. Cook.

-i would say she started off kinda like Ino, the 2014 tumblr pop stuff

-then that just got to be too boring. so now she's riding the wave of the super new age stuff.

-neji fucking HATES it and grumbles all the time about ‘its just noise, how can you stand that’ and it only makes her like it more.

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sleepyowlwrites · 4 years ago

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find the word tag CXXII

got my thief-y hands on a tag from @stuffaboutwriting and not that I’m tired of always doing ghosty tags. I’m not. it solidifies our friendship or whatever. but it’s nice to thief from other peeps every now and then, you know? you have some nice Rapunzel lettuce. I would like some. so I will take some since you left your garden gate open.

pretty (Youth story)

Daniel sighed, and Nyks waited until he felt a hand in his hair. He really had the best hair for thinking, apparently, because everybody played with it when they wanted to get their thoughts moving. “Evie, darling, I just thought you would look pretty in a green dress, that’s all.”

name (Anxiety story - Theo calls Ree “cousin” because they both love Shakespeare, not just because he’s a weirdo)

Theo fixed his eyes on Ree back with a baleful expression that Aiden got the feeling Ree would know about even facing the other way. “My name is Theo, dear cousin.”

“Don’t start-”

“It’s short for Theodore, a full proper name, making Theo my proper nickname. You can call me Teddy only during those few and occasional moments of heightened emotion such as when you are feeling especially grateful for my existence or when you’re trying to make an important point. You can’t call me an improper nickname and expect me to just agree to being the trashcan in from the road, or whatever else you wanted from me.” Theo raised his shoulders and head into a lofty position. “Of course, I don’t want you to call me by my full name, because it’s too long, and too proper to be comfortable just between friends.”

world (Youth story)

As soon as she got her hands on a couple of friends who also believed in eschewing the norm and trekking the uneven path to antisocial enlightenment, Evie dropped all pretense of ever living in that world with the regular people in it.

idea (Youth story - ah, cuteness)

“This.” Nyks said flatly, like even saying that one word was a drain on his sanity. “This is a bad idea.”

“Literally all of us agree it’s a bad idea,” Irina reminded him, still maintaining her dizzying levels of energy at one in the morning.

“If we all agree it’s stupid then why are we doing it?” Nyks wailed to the heavens, standing still until Daniel came up behind him and threw him over one shoulder. “No, no, no! I demand to be carried properly or not at all!”

R helped Daniel to set Nyks back down, where he glowered at the latter in an attempt to be taken for an intimidating figure. “I didn’t appreciate that.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Daniel pinched Nyks’ cheeks with too warm hands, a serene smile hovering on his lips, shy and speculative.

careless (Rain story)

It leered down at them, too many eyes to count, each one appearing and disappearing in the flames that burned purple every time It spoke. In its voice, a vehemence, too careless to respect, too piercing to ignore. The color of Its words swirled around them like pretty, poisonous smoke through the hot air, languid but purposeful.

I paused in the middle of doing this tag to look up a song that was stuck in my head, and then I listened to three songs that were not that song instead. silly me. I’m gonna try and alliterate AND use song titles: freeze, fiction, fake love, follow me, flash. I did it! @magnoliaash @novanovelwriting @crystallized-ink @rainydaydarling @stardustspiral OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #tag game #searching circle #alliteration agency #writeblr #writing #sleepy writing #anxiety story #this tag is no longer in use #rain story

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fandomscenariosforyou · 5 years ago

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Hey! I'm sorry if you've already written something about this, but what about how the Easy Co. men would react to someone flirting with their significant other/crush? Thanks in advance! Hope you have a lovely day 😊❤

Richard Winters:

Richard is probably the most mature out of this entire situation. He knows at the end of the day you and his and you won’t be looking at anyone else. However, if the person flirting with you refuses to stop then he might just stop them one day by the arm, whispering in a sharp tone as they walk past each other, “If you like your position here, I suggest you start to keep yourself more in line.”

Lewis Nixon:

Nixon finds the situation absolutely hilarious. Please, you think she would want you? Take a hike pal. He doesn’t do anything cause honestly he doesn’t feel threatened. That is, until they start pointing out all the things wrong with Nix. Now you’ve rubbed him the wrong way. He would this person into a room alone and just put it simply, “Alright listen. Y/N loves me and I love them and you are not gonna be the person who ruins it no matter how much you try. So next I hear you running your mouth, I sock you in it.”

Carwood Lipton:

Sweet, sweet man. He says nothing. Partly because he’s a little nervous about it but also because he knows you’re not interested in anyone else. Lip does do little things though, like slip his hand into yours when their around, make sure he always keeps an eye on you when they try to slip in and talk to you, all little stuff. If you ask him about it, he’s a little embarrassed to admit he feels kinda threatened but once you reassure him he gets over it...doesn’t mean he stops his little warnings though.

Ronald Speirs:

WHO would even try this? We all know Speirs know of his rumors and he knows most of them aren’t true. But...if this person thought they were? That was fine with him. He puts on his toughest face when they are around, tries to be or look threatening and man does it work. When this person comes around, Speirs stands up real tall and wraps an arm around your shoulder. “Oh, who are you? I don’t believe I know your name.” If you call him out on it, he’ll totally deny it but he’s blushing.

Harry Welsh:

What a hoot!! Don’t they know you guys are practically married already? Like a minuscule little problem like them would ever cause a problem. He is not worried a single bit, in fact he teases you about it. “Oh look your admirer is coming over.” “Your boyfriend wants to say hi, I’ll go over here and let him believe he has a chance.” He thinks it’s so funny and you try not to laugh and punch his arm playfully. If you ever actually began to feel uncomfortable about this person then he confronts them, but super friendly, like a dad would honestly.

Denver 'Bull' Randleman:

Gets the giggles. In a way, think Ron Swanson. It’s cute, they think they can get in the way of you too. Anytime this person comes around and Bull is with you, he just cocks his head and smiles. Oooooh he can’t wait to see what they come up with. But how can someone not be intimidated by him? That’s because he really is a giant teddy bear. When this person refuses to give up though, the smile drops and he stands up straight. Ah, now he’s a grizzly bear. “Ya know, I’m getting a little tired of you.”

Joe Toye:

Won’t let it go on, not even for a second. The second a flirt happens, that eyebrow gets cocked and he confronts them before they can even THINK about trying it again. He is not someone who let’s things go. pull out the brass knuckles pls. They try one thing and suddenly a hand is curled around the collar of their shirt. “Back off or I knock you so hard you lose the ability to speak.”

George Luz:

He just bullies him honestly. Teases this person to no end. They will not get away with trying to flirt with you. He makes fun of them, calls them out on everything, all in playful manner....maybe. Honestly he doesn’t ever stop until you tell him to. He whines about it but takes what you say to heart. He pulls the person aside and puts it plain and simple, “Alright bud, this has been fun and everything but seriously. Lay off my girl, she’s not interested, and frankly neither am I.”

Eugene Roe:

Pouty boy, he notice it immediately and becomes very quiet. He will never mention it to this person but he does bring it up to you. You reassure him constantly and honestly it takes him a bit to believe you. He had a small thought in the back of his head that you would meet someone more suave and leave him behind. this is getting too sad moving on. You most likely are gonna have to be the one to tell this person off. Now if they don’t get the hint, Eugene is bound to snap. “Alright alright maN BACK OFF.”

Joseph Liebgott:

Not to be cliche....but he’s going in swinging. He’s not even gonna let him get the chance. Anyone even gives you e y e s and he is not letting it happen. “You watch yourself man, I’m not gonna take any shit especially from someone like you.” Easy to say, they will not be trying it again, unless they want another black eye and busted lip. Liebgott doesn’t mind dishing it out once more.

Lynn 'Buck' Compton:

Calls them out on it. They probably do it when he’s not around because man is Buck a firecracker. That also means he has ears, everywhere. He is well liked among the men so when they hear what this person is trying to do, of course it gets back to him. He doesn’t ever talk to them until they approach you yet again. This is his time. He strides up to you, wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you right against his side. “Well I heard you’ve been flirting with my darling but I just had to see it with my own eyes. And now that I have, I can assume it won’t happen again, am I right?”

Donald Malarkey:

Get’s with his boys Skip and Alex about it. They scope out the area. Honestly they seem like twelve year old boys playing ninjas. This person probably gets annoyed enough to stop to be honest. Anytime they try to talk to you, Skip is hiding behind a tree. Alex is peeping from his foxhole. Malarkey is eyeing him from across the way. It’s enough to get this person to back off and also not create a huge deal.

Warren 'Skip' Muck:

Pouty! He is the narrow eyes, pouty lips, glare at this person kinda man. He instantly feels threatened. You wouldn’t leave him of course but the fact that this person is even TRYING? Unacceptable. Period. He marches right up to him, “Hey man, that’s my girlfriend and you’re gonna back off alright? I don’t wanna deal with you and neither does she so just leave her alone...or else.” he baby

Alex Penkala:

Will not leave your side. He might seem like a little puppy but honestly, he doesn’t care. Whatever it takes to make this person get the hint. PDA is usually toned down between you two but when this person comes around? Guess what!! I wanna give you a thousand cheek kisses! Aww, I should hug you from behind and lean my chin on your shoulder the e n t i r e time you talk to this person. Easy to say, they get the picture.

Bill Guarnere:

Scoffs a bit, Hm. This is funny. Their trying to be funny right? They aren’t seriously trying this right? He literally laughs in their face. Now if they try it a g a in then it’s threatening time. Slams them into a wall, no real concern with how loud it is, whose in the room, if they get hurt. “I should break your face right this second but I’m feeling nice so take this as your warning and stay the hell back.”

Darrell 'Shifty' Powers:

He takes a gentle approach. He does confront them but in a friendly sort of way? He honestly doesn’t notice this person flirting with you, he only notices you. Shifty thinks that the guys are just friendly, you would have to be the one to bring it up. Once you do he’s like ‘Aw. Well I’ll take care of it for you.’ He talks them in the sense of like “Hey man, my girlfriend is a little uncomfortable around you and I love her alot so could you leave her alone?” If the dude is sensible, he’ll back off. If not, the boys who are protective over Shifty will take over.

Frank Perconte:

FIGHT HIM FIGHT HIM! He’s an angry little gremlin and he will not stop until he is in their face and spitting and yelling! It’s honestly kinda funny. don’t tell him that though. He would most likely hear about this person from you and storms off, he is gonna tell them off and he’s gonna do it now! This person would back off most likely because of how weirdly uncomfortable he is having this person poke him in the chest and jump up and down like a crazy person. But hey, whatever get’s the point across right?

Edward 'Babe' Heffron:

Babe catches wind of this from Bill and then takes time to watch this guy. He is calculated with it. If this person usually bothers you around a certain time or certain place, he cuts them off one day. “Oh hey guy, where ya headed? Off to meet my girlfriend?” It’s funny to see them freeze up. “Yeah I would quit now if I were you, or I could continue to bother you everywhere you go. Your choice.” And off he goes to meet with you and tell him all about his meeting.

Chuck Grant:

Takes it like a order or mission. Ah just something that has to be done and get out of the way. He pulls them into his office and just lays it all out, “Y/N is a very sweet woman and any man would be foolish to not find her beautiful however I don’t appreciate you vying for her attention. She won;t give it to you so, I think it best you just drop it now. Have a nice day.” It was quick and painless well for him at least, probably the most mature out of everyone.

Floyd Talbert:

So beyond cocky. He calls this person out in the mess hall, probably in front of all of his friends. “So I heard you are interested in my girl. News flash bud, she is smoking. Everyone is interested in her, but the funny thing is..” Then he leans in with a smirk on his face. “She’s only interested in me. She wouldn’t even glance your way. Run along.”

Johnny Martin:

That famous glare? Because 10x more evident. He watches from across the room and always makes sure this person knows he is watching. Now when they acknowledge that he is doing that and they STILL flirt with you? Well now he has to say something and man is it like spitting venom. He doesn’t yell or fight or anything he is just sharp toned and dead serious. “Drop it. I’m not gonna have this conversation again. Knock it off.”

David Webster:

Kinda shrugs it off? He doesn’t see it as a huge problem and probably won’t. If you know you’re not interested in this person and he knows that then just ignore it until this man gets the hint. That’s the way David primarily handles this decision.

Wayne 'Skinny' Sisk:

Smacks your butt everytime this person is in the room. Periodt. Done.

Donald Hoobler:

Confused puppy. This person is flirting with you?? But you’re dating him?? Do they know this?? Why do they not stop?? Kinda just walks over and goes, “Hey man, you’re flirting with my girl, well she’s dating me, if you didn’t know. I would really appreciate if you back off, thanks!” He’s just sweet. He’s too sweet, you c a n ‘ t stop him??

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in-my-clown-era · 5 years ago

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MIKE HANLON HEADCANNONS I STAND BY

- Mike needed headcannons and I’m here to deliver

- can i just start off by saying i love him???

- because i do

- mr. chips??

- not dead

- i refuse to allow his dog to die

- he fucking l o v e s peeps

- like the marshmallow chicks and bunnies

- the yellow are his favorite, just because he likes the color

- wanted to be a hockey player when he grew up

- he also at one point wanted to be a lawyer

- didn’t do either because

- a) you get hurt a lot in hockey and b) he really didn’t want to get in a fight

- gentle giant

- being a lawyer took a lot of time and money

- figures that since he was homeschooled no good colleges would take him

- it makes me sad because he deserves the world 🥺

- favorite kinds of movies??

- honestly he loves feel-good wholesome movies like Cheaper By The Dozen

- he just loves it so much and feels so bad for Beans

- he likes happy endings

- you know what he doesn’t like??

- Bill’s mother fucking book endings

- will lie and say he likes how realistic they are

- definitely critiques them

- he did make friends over the years in Derry

- it wasn’t the same though

- never had the bond the losers club had

- however he always supported the losers even if they didn’t know he existed

- well the ones that were famous, he didn’t know what Stan and Eddie were really doing

- watched all of Richie’s recorded shows

- Bev’s fashion shows?? He made sure he was posted on that

- Ben’s new buildings? Kept up on that, thinking about the clubhouse

- read each of Bill’s books, still hated the endings yet supported him nonetheless

- honestly he just loves his friends and would do anything for them

- when the others were like

- the ritual didn’t work the first time???

- would—would it be here right n o w if it worked??? I-you fuckers are idiots

- if the ritual worked the first time none of us would be here!!!

- he loves The Secret Life of Bees

- one time mentioned this to Bill and Richie was like you mean the bee movie??? Oh hell yea, preach

- he kept trying to convince Richie it, in fact, was n o t the bee movie

- his efforts did nothing

- he’s super strong, like physically

- have you s e e n his muscles???

- Ben 🤝 Mike

Big brain hotties w/ muscles

- he loves art, like he sucks at it, but he adores it

- pop art is his favorite, loves the overall ~aesthetic~

- loves Chuck Close

- also adores Elizabeth Catlett and her artwork

- when I say he likes art he really does

- after Derry he started to travel

- first stop??? Florida

- didn’t stay tied down

-he was there for a few months then just kept traveling

- he had a lot of money saved up for it

- keeps in touch with the losers, they have a groupchat

- is the dad of the group

- chill dad tho

- “i’d rather you do it in the house” me, Mike Hanlon and John Mulaney

- has met up with each loser at some point

- guess what???

- Stan and Eddie are not dead in this either because i refuse to allow it

- Richie has taught him about TikTok

- Mike likes to have fun!!

- wow, crazy, who would’ve known????

- im saying this because he is a little chaotic and Richie is the god of chaos

- what i mean is that they learned how to throw it back

- Richie hurt himself doing it the first few times but got it after a while

- Mike got it like that, he hates doing it tho

- Richie fucking loves doing it and the face Mike makes whenever one of them does it cracks him up

- i just love Richie and Mike friendship a lot okay 👉👈🥺

- also Ben and Mike friendship??? That’s the good kush

- honestly Ben trying to get the others to calm tf down so Mike could explain made me so damn happy

- I love all the losers friendship dynamics and was sad that they split up in the movie

- i wanted more Mike and others content

- but we only got 26 minutes of Mike content throughout the movie so like

- legit made me upset though

- so we talked about Richie and Mike friendship, we talked about Mike and Ben friendship

- what next???

- obviously the lack of dynamic in the movie of Eddie and Mike so here we go

- Eddie hated being alone as kids, so whenever Richie couldn’t hang out he was with Mike

- just because he was great company

- Mike helped Eddie be a bit calmer and Eddie kinda taught Mike that being a little selfish wasn’t always so bad

- Eddie helping at the farm??? Yea

- he didn’t help with the animals—gross

- he liked helping with watering the crops tho

- not digging or anything like that, just the watering

- “eddie no—you can’t spray febreeze in here”

- “it smells like a fucking barn!!”

- “well yeah, we’re in a barn”

- “doesn’t mean it has to smell like one”

- Mike and Stan go bird watching

- he loves hearing how passionate Stan is about it, Mike just loves people’s passions

- honestly has learned a lot about birds from Stan

- mom and dad of the group aka the somewhat most put together

- the rest of them are heathens that can’t be controlled (except Ben, he’s calm)

- Mike = cool mom

- Stan = dome with everything dad

- brings snacks on trips just in case (everyone knows Richie has a fast metabolism so he need food)

- Bev and Mike joke around a lot

- Mike’s a chatter box, not like Richie but when he gets going there’s no stopping him

- Mike has never and will never smoke

- d r i n k i n g on the other hand

- Bev and Mike would sneak out and get booze because they looked the oldest

- 10/10 could get away with no ID and a little flirting

- Bill and Mike have like that best friend dynamic

- they talk a lot

- actually they talk the most, Mike talks to the others a lot but it’s usually Bill

- honestly idk what to put

- Ben and Mike are book nerds and I love it

- I know I kinda talked about them already but I really do enjoy them

- Richie feels the need to remind them that they’re nerds

- even though they always remind him about his straight As all throughout school

- he claims to be a smart dumbass

- loves any kind of music really

- Paul Anka?? Yee yee

- country?...yeah

- loves new music too

- he doesn’t complain about “this generations music” because he genuinely likes a lot of it

- more of a country listener but definitely likes pop too

- there is one person he doesn’t like in the somewhat popular community

- and you might hate me for it

- but it’s Billie Eilish

- not because he doesn’t like her it’s just he can’t tell what she’s saying

- so like he’s in a neutral to eh zone with her

- but definitely respects her

- it’s probably because he’s 40 and shit tho

- i might add to this later just in case I think of anythin else but yeah

- i might be making headcannons for each losers member but I really really like Richie and Mike

#mike hanlon #mike hanlon headcanons #richie tozier #richie tozier headcanons #stan uris #stan uris headcanons #eddie kaspbrak #eddie kaspbrak headcannons #bev marsh #beverly marsh headcanons #ben hanscom #ben hanscom headcanons #bill denbrough #bill denbrough headcanons #losers club #it chapter one #it chapter two #it 2017 #it 2019

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alexanicholsauthor · 5 years ago

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The world according to Anne, my writing playlists, and calling James Patterson out for a fight

Back when I was doing daily Diary entries (I still don’t see how I pulled that off considering everything else I was juggling), I used to let Anne occasionally slip in and write an entry for me. I would label these little creative outbursts of hers as “Anne’s entry” and just let her go to town – no grammar checking, no filtering, and no direction as to what she should write about. She loved it.

So, I figured it was time to give her another stab at it. What’s the worst that could happen, right? 😳

I got new video games and been watching Jersey shore I really like it. Alexa girl be you was right about the show. Do you want to hang out this weekend? How is your writing going I want to tell you about this new movie Call Deep sleep you should watch trailer for it. We been having fun Mario kart 8 I am all most done with one of Batman telltale game. The game are awesome. I like watching lore it’s very different.

So, there you are. The world, according to Anne. 🥰

My life has been a combination of three things lately: Jersey Shore binge-watching with Anne, overdosing on wax cubes (I love those damn things!), and writing like a fevered madwoman to get Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse finished for my Patreon peeps. As I write this, a dear friend of mine is beta reading it for me, so as soon as I get it back and throw it at the rest of my Beta Reader Hit Squad, it will be shelved! I really wanted to make a short horror story, but this motherfucker ended up 22,844 words – far from what I intended.

Initially, I gave myself a cap of 2,500 words, and the first version was somewhat close to that. After three different revisions and some severe brainstorming… things got a little out of hand. 😅 While my stories always inflate during the revision process, this was a bit ridiculous. I swear I spoil the shit out of my Patreons…

Because of my release schedule, I won’t be able to release it to the general public until April 2022, but I’ll give you a sneak peek of the cover now:

Because I was writing this, I had to temporarily pause the last book in my Exitium Mundi series, which is in the rough draft stage itself. Which means I’m also paused in the middle of Voyeur’s Season 2 (no, I swear it isn’t abandoned) and the next book in the Killer Lolis series: Hunt for the Lolistone. The cover for that book (which is also in the rough draft stage!) is below:

So many things I want to write, so little time! 😭 And then there are other stories that are almost finished that I really need to polish up like Mya, Lilith, Invictus, Balls Deep – A Love Story, and others. I need more hands. Or maybe I can pull a James Patterson and hire other motherfuckers to write my books for me and just sit back and rake in the money. I will never do this, of course, because, you know, I’m actually a writer…

#Shade #ShotsFired #ComeAtMeBro

Maybe I just need to double down my writing efforts. I dunno.

Which reminds me. I decided to add yet another feature to my paperbacks: playlists! See, before I write a book, I compile a 100-song playlist, and I listen to nothing but that playlist while I write. It was an idea sparked by a request from a reader (thank you, John!), and I decided to run with it. I’ve already started including short stories, previews of upcoming books, and interviews in the paperback editions of my books, so this will fit in nicely I think. Just for kicks, here’s the playlist I wrote to for Erotic Urban Legends: Pulse.

Ängie: Spun + Smoke Weed Eat Pussy + Housewife Spliffin Avicii: Wake Me Up Awolnation: Sail AZ Yet: Last Night Backstreet Boys: Inconsolable Bebe Rexha: I’m Gonna Show You Crazy + No Broken Hearts ft. Nicki Minaj Bhad Bhabie: Bestie (Feat. Kodak Black) Billie Eilish: Bad Guy + You Should See Me in a Crown Boyz II Men: Oh Well Brad Paisley: Whiskey Lullaby (feat. Allison Krauss) Britney Spears: Criminal Ed Sheeran: Shape of You Fall Out Boy: My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Light Em Up) (Part 1) Fat Joe: Make It Rain Finger Eleven: Paralyzer + One Thing Frankie J: Daddy’s Little Girl Full Exposure (feat. Mario & Serayah) Geto Boys: Mind Playing Tricks On Me (Uncut) Ginuwine: When Doves Cry Go West: King Of Wishful Thinking Hailee Steinfeld: Most Girls Halsey: Nightmare Hayley Kiyoko: Girls Like Girls Insane Clown Posse: In My Room Jessica Simpson: I Belong To Me Justin Timberlake: Cry Me A River Ke$ha: TiK ToK Keri Hilson: Pretty Girl Rock kirstin: Break A Little + Naked + Bad Weather Linkin Park: The Hybrid Theory + Living Things + and Recharged albums. Mario Winans: I Don’t Wanna Know Maroon 5: Girls Like You ft. Cardi B MAX: Lights Down Low Offset: Clout ft. Cardi B Phil Collins: In The Air Tonight Porcelain Black: Naughty Naughty + I’m Your Favorite Drug Post Malone: Rockstar + Goodbyes ft. Young Thug R. Kelly featuring Keri Hilson: Number One Rita-Ora: Girls Santana: Maria + Maria Seckond Chaynce: Undeniable Silk: Freak Me Baby Somo: Ride Star Cast: I Bring Me + There For You Tamar Braxton: All the Way Home + Love and War + Let Me Know ft. Future + Prettiest Girl + The One Taylor Swift: Gorgeous The Fugees: Killing Me Softly The Weeknd: Often + Party Monster Tinashe: No Drama Young Jeezy: Tear It Up

Thanks for reading my latest rant, beloveds. I really appreciate it. 🥰

#amwriting #amediting #writer #writerslife #Writerscommunity #indieauthor #author

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1dreality · 6 years ago

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Zayn Malik was never the celebrity you thought he was. If it wasn’t already obvious from his detached, often melancholic interviews in the wake of his 2015 departure from One Direction, it will be from the title of his second solo album. The very elongated 27-track Icarus Falls is comprised of more of the sparse R&B that Malik has perfected since his first release Mind of Mine in 2016, but like its titular myth is also indebted to themes of incredible ascent and crushing decline.

A decline not of Malik’s career, it should be said, but rather of his own mental health, the album serving as both an intimate meditation on Malik’s life so far and a dire warning about the trauma of instant fame. It all leads to one obvious question: Is Zayn OK?

In an age of millennial openness and Instagram confessionals, Malik remains something of an outlier: an enormously famous and highly visible celebrity, but one whose ambiguity allows us to project much onto him. In our collective consciousness, he has been the 1D-fleeing villain, smoking cigarettes, being mean to his bandmates on Twitter and looking miserable as well as the “soft boy” pin-up, a vulnerable figure in desperate need of a hug.

Much of that ambiguity is intentional. Along with declining to tour Mind of Mine, Malik is often press-shy, choosing not to take part in TV sit-downs or play the social media game in an era in which somebody like Ariana Grande spends much of the waking day interacting with her fans on Twitter and Instagram.

And while Malik has been open about some of his past struggles, including his battle with an eating disorder at the height of his One Direction fame and consistent difficulties with anxiety, they’re often revelations that feel accidental in nature. We learn of them during an unexpected moment of truth-telling between him and a journalist, the subject quickly changed soon after, or through lyrics that are just descriptive enough to imply deep truths. Even talking about his anxiety in an essay for Time Magazine felt like a necessary course-correction after a string of cancelled gigs led to unflattering rumours about his health in the press.

Whether Malik’s public persona is intended as a protective mask or not, it is still difficult, particularly in the wake of Icarus Falls, not to feel something for him. After all, his jump from a working-class kid to an international superstar worth a reported $50 million, practically overnight, is the sort of trajectory most of us would struggle with at the age of 40, let alone at 17 when Malik auditioned for The X Factor.

Icarus Falls doesn’t cover any new sonic ground for Malik as an artist. It sees him return to the same well of threadbare, silky R&B that helped Mind of Mine easily trounce his fellow One Direction bandmates in the “best first solo record” stakes. But it does whirr with a noticeable sadness, Malik repeatedly mourns the peace of his pre-X Factor past and beats himself up for mistakes he feels that he’s made since. And when he speaks of emotional pain, it often sounds not like something confined to history, but rather something he’s dealing with every day.

“I’d rather be anywhere but here,” he sings on Good Years. “I close my eyes and see a crowd of a thousand tears / I pray to God I didn’t waste all my good years.” On Insomnia: “I’ve been roaming and strolling all in the streets / Burning my eyes red, not slept for weeks.” On Back to Life: “I been flying so long / Can’t remember what it was like to be sober.” On Satisfaction: “Nobody said this would be easy / Nobody gave me a rule book to follow.”

Even typical love songs are fatalistic in nature, talk of Armageddon running through both Flight of the Stars (“I will follow / Hold you close standing on the edge of no tomorrow”) and Tonight (“Love me like tomorrow’s never gonna come”), while much of the album nods to an unnamed great love in Malik’s life that he needs to overcome incredible odds to be with – nothing new for love songs, but given a greater weight when paired with his statements over the years. Because if we know anything about Zayn Malik, it’s that he often can’t stand being Zayn Malik.

Through much of the little press he has done, Malik has expressed unease with most of the trappings of fame, particularly the assumptions that he ought to be personable and friendly with industry figures or musical collaborators. And when it comes to One Direction, he still appears burnt by the experience. While he told Vogue in November that he has recently been able to see his time with the band as “an amazing experience,” despite the “bulls---” of what he refers to as “the machine,” he also told GQ in June that he didn’t make any actual friends during the peak of his fame: “I definitely have issues trusting people.”

In the numerous articles that pop up every winter recalling how good The X Factor used to be, clips are embedded that showcase many of its most memorable contestants, and every year it becomes that bit more shocking how much One Direction looked like children during their time on the show. The scrawny limbs, those Justin Bieber haircuts, the awkward school-talent-show bopping and shuffling. It somehow worked, enough at least to turn them into a tween phenomenon, but in hindsight it’s indefensible that they were pushed as significantly as they were.

There was always something deer-in-the-headlights about the band in its early days, a sense that at least a few of them had been pulled along for the ride as opposed to having a firm grip on the steering wheel. The hunger so visible in pop bands of similar notoriety, whether manufactured or not, wasn’t always visible – and while all of them have transitioned into stable adults who are, for the most part, comfortable in the spotlight, their jarringly different responses to fame remain clear.

It’s important to remember, for context’s sake, that Malik was always a reluctant star. Only attending his original X Factor audition after being guilted by his mother into waking up early and making the journey there, he was, in his own words to The Fader, “a lazy teen”. And even during the audition stages, he expressed reluctance to properly join in, walking off stage during a choreography rehearsal and having to be coaxed to go back. At the time, Malik’s reaction registered as a petulant strop, but now feels oddly prescient.

Of Malik’s One Direction bandmates, Harry Styles was always the most naturally inclined to superstardom – such an affable schmoozer and networker that it was quickly no longer surprising to see images of him palling around with Mick Jagger or Stevie Nicks. Liam Payne always bore the personality of someone very eager to be seen, lack of self-awareness very much included, while the perpetually chipper Niall Horan has always simply appeared very, very happy to be there. But both Malik and Louis Tomlinson have often visibly struggled, uninspired by the more performative and fraudulent elements of celebrity, or the levels of attention handed to them by Simon Cowell and co.

“What I really can’t ever get used to, or really enjoy, are these super geared-up celebrity parties,” Tomlinson told Noisey last year. “No one actually cares. You see people who are beyond self-absorbed, and that’s why it can be a dangerous place.”

Malik has echoed similar sentiments. “I don’t work well in group situations, with loads of people staring at me,” he told GQ. “And when you say ‘star’… everyone wants you to be this kind of character that owns a room or is overly arrogant or conﬁdent. I’m not that guy, so I don’t want to be a star.”

What’s odd is that, for all his claims, Malik does bear all the superficial trappings of modern stardom. He’s a fashion darling but is permanently magnetised to the covers of cool indie magazines. Furthermore, his on-again/off-again relationship with supermodel Gigi Hadid has, since 2015, become a Generation Z equivalent of Johnny Depp and Winona Ryder in its aesthetic-heavy, era-defining popularity.

But Malik is also simultaneously detached. The GQ profile, his most extensive recent interview, bears all the hallmarks of a journalist struggling to fulfil a word count because of an uncommunicative subject, writer Carrie Battan even expresses Malik’s tendency to reply to her questions in “friendly but anodyne one-liners.” Like the very best of pop idols, from Britney to Beyoncé, Malik is so compelling principally because he’s so hard to read. But this can also be a poisoned chalice: every expression of doubt or self-pity determined to be a cry for help, every revelation shaping an image that may or may not be real.

It means that listening to Icarus Falls isn’t an entirely joyous experience, Malik’s lyrics painting a picture of a young man still working through the discomfort of his sudden fame and the trauma of a moment in the spotlight marred by illness and fractured relationships, many of its scars still visible today. But it’s also a record that you can’t help but admire as a result, especially if it serves as a form of catharsis for him.

In the decade since Britney Spears was forcibly taken to the hospital surrounded by hundreds of paparazzi photographers, our collective relationship with the idea of fame has greatly altered, particularly for a generation who watched Amy Winehouse essentially die before their eyes. The one beneath them are currently coming to terms with a raft of recent pop star crises, from Demi Lovato’s overdose to the deaths of artists like Mac Miller and Lil Peep.

For all the obvious charms in Malik’s life, from his incredible fortune to a kind of artistic freedom that he never had in One Direction, you’d have to be particularly cold not to feel empathy for the sheer strangeness of his adult existence; a world of rampant, maddening attention that has historically led even the strongest of stars into tragedy.

The Zayn Malik of today is a little bruised, a little listless, his magazine profiles never complete without references to the cloud of marijuana smoke that lingers around him, or his need to lock himself away from the world. It doesn’t sound like the most ideal of outcomes for a man who calls himself a pop idol Icarus and sings with whispery detachment that he has “[flown] too close to the sun.” But we can only hope that it at least serves as a parachute.

#zayn malik #zayn's music #icarus falls #icarus falls review #icarus falls promo #z2 #z2's promo #god damn this was long to read #It's like the author is more into analyzing Zayn's life & the contradiction than the actual album #but you know what I kind of like it #it'S true that icarus falls is not a joyous album but it is introspective.#the reviewer seems to have enjoyed the album #i highlighted the parts where he talks about the album but overall I think it's a good read #it feels like a think piece rather than a review

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pixi3milk · 2 years ago

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Swag

#diary #me #fave #wheezy speaks #face #matt #we r listening to peep smoking #all I wear is big shirts and underwear I’m basically his little pet lol #it’s ok I promise #the bruises on my leg are self inflicted aren’t they a pretty color today I love watching them #change

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pettyrevenge-base · 6 years ago

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Bully me at a funeral... enjoy your audit.

I was told this belonged in petty revenge.

I usually do taxes for my whole family. And most other paperwork and computer repairs and tech support. For free. (Relevant later)

For clarity. I was raised by my great grandparents. They have always been mom and dad. And the uncle is my great uncle.

This February my uncle passed away. I agreed to rent a car and drive my great grandma (mom) and three other uncles to Dallas for the funeral. Halfway there it starts. One of my uncles, let’s call him Willie, being an absolute jackass. I would be having a conversation with someone and he would walk up and say “don’t listen to her, she don’t know what she’s talking about “. He called me stupid. He called me a worthless bitch. He talked shit about me drinking a glass of wine (so I didn’t strangle him). Meanwhile, he drank an entire case by himself. He’s the only one who drinks beer. Basically, he was spoiling for a fight for some reason.

Normally, I am a bitch. I don’t take crap from anyone else, but I take a lot from three family members. But I refuse to ever cause drama at weddings or funerals. My mother had lost her son. I would not ever add to her grief.

I spent every night away, crying in frustration. I couldn’t eat for two days. (I literally ate a handful of almonds the first night) My husband wanted to buy a plane ticket to bring me home due the stress aggravating my health issues.

He followed me around talking crap. My husband heard most of it. I was calling him at work, which I never do, to help me stay calm. He talked crap about me to perfect strangers. Spent twenty minutes in a tirade about me while we were gathering to leave for the funeral.

Finally, at church I told him, “you better be glad we’re in church and out of town. When we get back, I’m gonna give you what you want” He stopped for about two hours and then started up at dinner. Always far away from mom.

I bided my time.

On the trip back I played nothing but country music (which he hates), when he complained I switched to Tejano and then opera, which I sang as loud as possible to “keep me awake”. I made sure all my vape smoke (which he made a big issue out of) was hitting him directly in the face. I parked in the mud, because he was the only one getting out on my side. I had on boots, he had on his slippers. I made sure all of our pit stops weren’t long enough for him to finish his cigarette, and I “missed the exit” when he needed to go to the bathroom.

Once we were an hour away from home, I didn’t hear a peep out of him.

Then, when we got home, he tries to tell my mother that I was starting arguments, but I had taken videos of his crap. And apparently, he had been doing similar crap to others and we all backed each other up. And my sweet gentle giant of a husband, who hasn’t raised his voice to them in the decade we’ve been together, blew up about what he saw and heard. Now my mom isn’t speaking to Willie.

Three days later, he has the unmitigated gall to ask me when I was going to start his taxes. I gleefully replied, with a Grinchy grin, “Never. I didn’t think you would want someone as stupid as me doing your taxes.”

He ended up paying $200+ to have his taxes done. The best part? Apparently, they screwed up, and he is now being audited.

Thank you, Karma, for your prompt service.

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

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simply-shakera · 4 years ago

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2020 In Review

We made it to a new year. I do not take this lightly at all. The last few months have been extremely tough in so many different ways and has affected every area of our lives. But here's the thing - we didn't give up and for that I celebrate us.

Many didn't live to see 2021. Before I proceed with my 2020 review I would like to take a moment to honour the lives of people in my life that I lost this year:

The beautiful and precious Anaya Anderson; sleep peacefully baby girl.

Two men with hearts of gold Justin Warner and Kareem "B.K" Wade

Two women who were pillars in the Black Canadian community Kike Lola Odusanya & Denise Jones

My cousins Tash (TO), Marie (JA), Marlene & Don (US)

and three of the most jolly elders that lived long beautiful lives Papa Chunny, Mama Wilson, and Papa Henry

and ya'll I am adding Kobe Bryant and Chadwick Boseman to this list. I know I don't know these men personally but their passing really affected me. Something about losing such giants at such young ages was hard to understand knowing that they had so much fire left in them. Their work has left such an impact on their industries and hearts of many.

While navigating a global pandemic and one of the biggest civil rights movements in history - I was and still am dealing with a personal matter that has been pretty difficult. Still I give God thanks for his grace, love and endless blessings that have come in many forms. One of which is through friendship. I have had to lean on my friends A LOT - they were the MVPs of my 2020 - for real for real!... Alisha, Rena, Jeff, Sarah, Sid, Lily, Michelle (just to name a few) I am looking at YOU!

What was beautiful though is that throughout all the chaos, confusion and grief, I found the opportunity for discovery, healing and reconnection.

Now for a fun recap!!!!!!! Let's laugh and relive some fave moments from the year and Simply Shakera highlights.

Moments I am proud of:

On a personal level there were many triumphs that were achieved from big to small. Professionally I went into 2020 with these priorities: to book more speaking events, to have Carnival Spice work directly with different school boards and to take Carnival Spice fitness programming online (the irony!!!!!!!!)

From the moment the year started I hit the ground running and achieved those goals . The path to get there didn't look ANYTHING like what I imagined but it is only the beginning. Here are some awesome highlights from along the way.

Received the People's Choice award for Best Dancer of 2019 via byblacks.com

Was selected as one of the Top 100 women in Canada to watch in 2020.

Was invited to hear former president Barack Obama speak live in Toronto.

Finally introduced VISION my goal setting and vision board workshop to the world.

Secured brand collaborations and speaking opportunities with some cool clients from TVO Kids to Nike Toronto.

Meanwhile in the land of spice, before the lockdown, Carnival Spice hosted our biggest in person event to date - that night still gives me goosebumps. We hosted an instagram live interview and dance class with Real Housewives of Atlanta star Tanya Sam that had an audience of over 3, 000. We've continually trended on Tik Tok since July and was even featured on the app’s explore page. The team performed at a few virtual and in-person events including the most dynamic Black History Month school assembly with over 500 people the day before lockdowns. Spice also celebrated a 7th birthday via a virtual event and was voted Best Dance Company for a second year in a row by byblacks.com. I’m proud of the #SpiceFam - we truly persevered against all odds.

Top 3 Internet Moments

VERZUZ!

Shout out to Timbaland and Swiss Beatz for developing this concept - it was the gift that kept on giving. Top music artists from different genres and eras had healthy battles on instagram using their respective music catalogues. These instagram live streams were mini concerts that provided some of the best internet moments of the year. Teddy Riley's technical difficulties (and the memes to follow) were hilarious. Brandy and Monica facing off was so uncomfortable to watch; but still, it was beautiful to have these young legends come together and be celebrated. However, nothing and I MEAN NOTHING was more monumental then BEENIE AND BOUNTY CLASH! Listen, the way that night revived my soul - WHEW! ...I'm sure many of my fellow Caribbean peeps can agree. The laughter, the music catalogues, the camaraderie between the artists, the memes, the entertainment quality that was similar to a past time. SO GOOD!

Tik Tok Dance Challenges.

Say what you want about Tik Tok but it is, BY A LANDSLIDE, my favourite app. I wish I joined earlier. I enjoy how it's a mix of fun, education and entertainment. Plus from a business perspective it positions your product or service directly in front of your audience. Although I never want to hear the songs Savage by Meg The Stallion, Savage Love by Jason Derulo, or WAP by Cardi B ever again, I must acknowledge how Tik Tok dances have changed the way music is heard and marketed. Even soca had success on Tik Tok! The #PutYuhBackOnItChallenge by Denise Belfon & Dj Flex was trending for months. The Carnival Spice take on the challenge achieved over one million views!!!

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air Reunion

This television moment was something the world never knew it needed. The HBO special was wholesome from beginning to end. As a huge fan of The Smiths and this show, it was beautiful for me to see all the characters come together to reflect and reminisce with us watching. I cried, I laughed, I learned and I was inspired.

My Top Music Picks:

Top Reggae: “Lockdown” by Koffee

Top Soca: “By Any Means” by Voice (groovy) & “Yuh Bad” by Preedy (Power)

Top R&B: “Hit Different” by SZA

Top Hip Hop: “Dior” by Pop Smoke (Rest in peace to this young artist)

Top Gospel: “Something Has To Break” - Kierra Sheard with Tasha Cobbs Leonard

Top Dancehall: “Call Me If”, Dexta Daps

Top Pop: “Savage Love” by Jason Derulo

Top Afro (and arguably the biggest song of the year): “Jerusalema” by Master KG

Top 3 Words of 2020

Entanglement

Speaking of The Smiths - Jada Pinket Smith gave us one of the most meme-worthy words of all time as she revisited a personal matter on an episode of her hit show the Red Table Talk.

Pivot & Zoom (It's a tie)

Lockdowns and safety protocols have been tough personally but especially professionally. Business owners like myself know these these two words far too well at this point. To stay afloat we constantly had to adjust our business models to ensure our business could some how operate with whatever safety protocols were in place. For many, pivoting meant taking our services virtual. Dancing in front of a phone screen has been taxing to say the least but I am grateful for the ability to have a way in which I can connect with my community and clients.

Quarantine

What once was a word you only heard on medical shows and sci-fi movies became how most of us lived our lives at some point in 2020. Solitude was common; even if you were quarantining with other people. Drive-By Birthday parties & curb side deliveries were a thing. Stay in your bubble they said. If you have to leave home where a mask they said. Many introverts were excited to stay home until they realized it's MUCH different when you don't have a choice.

Top Media Moments

Even with a lockdown, your girl didn't lose her stride entirely. I remained 100% committed to my mission despite the world wind of changes going on in the back end. I enjoy being on camera and it was an honour to continue sharing my story and my work with the masses. Here are a few videos interviews that you can click and check out:

Interview With One Caribbean:

Carnival Spice Fitness demo on Breakfast Television (1 of 2)

Carnival Spice Dance Workshop at the How She Hustles - 10 Year Virtual Celebration

Carnival Spice in Barrie for Cultures Day

Carnival Spice Dance Workshop with Kiss 925:

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CDMWVwwnd-q/?igshid=h3f2bppx2b03

We Are Carnival Spice - The Documentary:

https://youtu.be/2RLZBCw8jkM

Breakfast Television 2/2 - featuring my nephew Matteo

https://youtu.be/Go7ZpURAiLE

Interview with the Toronto Carnival Festival Committee

https://youtu.be/l53DvpbDaqw

What a year! We will never be the same. I do really want to say thank you again to every person this year that was intentional about pouring into me with love, advice, support and encouragement. It was needed and it was felt tremendously.

I pray for the safe keeping of you all; for your continued success and growth.

and now, I shall embark on what’s next, put my learnings from 2020 into action & continue to lead with passion & positive vibes.

Xoxo and Happy New Year.

#review #recap #carnival spice

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thokage-archive · 7 years ago

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:0 klance for the ship ask thing?

please send me a ship and I will tell you

KLANCEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

who’s the cuddler: Keith, but in a very lowkey way. He doesn’t make his desire to be constantly cuddling with Lance obvious, he kind of just slowly inches himself closer to lance on whatever bed or couch they’re on till their legs are intertwined or till he’s lowkey the little spoon. Lance doesn’t mention it, he’s kind of used to all his little siblings curling up to him whenever they were tired & their parents were at work. If anything he just finds it endearing & sort of slowly strokes Keith’s hair as he relaxes more because he knows his younger siblings always found it comforting.

Keith’s love for cuddling doesn’t end with Lance though. Shiro was the first person he ever felt comfortable enough to be vulnerable around. But slowly over time Keith has grown close enough with each of the paladins that they are all well aware of his habit to just curl up like a cat next to the nearest one of them & k.o. after a particularly long or stressful mission. Hunk & Shiro are probably the only two he cuddles with anywhere close to as much as he cuddles with Lance.

who makes the bed: Neither, they’re both lazy as fuck teenage boys & could care less. Plus they’re always getting called out of bed at crazy fucking hours by Allura or Shiro to fight some gross galra bitches or something so yeah, neither. At the garrison, it was another story but only because they were forced to keep their rooms clean for daily inspections like at boot camp.

who wakes up first: Keith, but more so out of habit from the garrison, it’s not something he really ever stopped doing once he got kicked out. He’s okay with it though because he doesn’t sleep a lot as it is and he likes watching the sunrise. He used to like taking his hoverbike out on mornings he woke up particularly early and watch the sun set fire to the desert landscape as it creeped up over the mountains. He would think about Shiro, his Dad, and where his mom might be or if she was even alive, and just kind of quietly mull things over & wonder how his life got to where it was.

who has the weird taste in music: Hmmmmm….. depends on what we’re defining as weird, but personally, I’m gonna say neither. Lance listens to a lot of reggaeton, early 2000s r&b and of course the bops & bangers of today (you bet your ass he’s gonna be happy as fuck when he gets to earth and sees how popular despacito and mi gente got because he was always made fun of by white demons at school for listening to Spanish music).

Keith, however, is more of a 90s/early 2000s alt-rock/“emo”/indie music sorta guy, but like before emo was a thing. He listens to Radiohead, the killers, cage the elephant, green day, Tegan and Sara, smashing pumpkins (some 80s music like the Smiths, a-ha, the cure, talking heads, pixies, etc). While some of his fave more modern bands are the neighborhood, sir sly, bad suns, foster the people, and a little bit of pop-punk like the front bottoms, modern baseball, moose blood, FIDLAR, and tigers jaw. His playlist is like a moody aesthetic grunge playlist.

who is more protective: Lance, he can’t help it. It just comes naturally to him since he’s so fiercely protective over his siblings as it is. He always has Keith’s back in a battle (& vice versa of course) but he really goes that extra fucking mile. They are genuinely an unstoppable duo when they battle together, it impresses even Allura how well adapted they are to one another’s fighting style. They’re a lethal team. And you can also bet your ass that they are constantly sparing with one another (& with Shiro or Hunk for the extra challenge).

who sings in the shower: Lance! He’s not a morning person but once he’s up he’s up, and he enjoys doing his morning routine. It keeps him grounded & is a calming methodical way for him to start his day. When he sleeps over in Keith’s room (or Keith in his) Keith always hears him singing something in the shower. He normally sings in Spanish & it really got Keith feeling some typa way because it’s just so so soooooo pretty. Lance singing in his first language just feels…. right, natural. He sounds so comfortable and at ease with himself by the way the words just seem to roll off his tongue & it’s easily the most confident he’s ever heard Lance, he probably thinks Keith can’t even hear him. But honestly, he could sing Keith to sleep every night & you would hear no complaints from Keith.

who cries during movies: Both! But they are far too proud to admit it. Pidge will see a tear rolling down either of their faces & make the biggest deal out of it in the world, announcing it to all the other paladins by shouting “OH MY GOD LANCE ARE YOU SERIOUSLY CRYING RIGHT NOW?! AHAHAA”

At which point Shiro will chime in with something along the lines of…

“Now Pidge it’s perfectly reasonable to cry in this situation, in fact, it’s healthy for him to be expressing his emotions with us so openly-”

*cue lance screaming* “SHUT UP PIDGE, I am most definitely NOT crying” (he says as he rubs his eyes furiously)

*now cue shiro looking into the camera like he’s on the office completely abandoning whatever speech he was about to give while pidge & lance scream at each other in the background*

who spends the most while out shopping: Lance, but only because skin care products are so goddamn expensive. Even in space, it seems he can’t get a decent moisturizer for less than 1,000 gac.

who kisses more roughly: Keith, that boy loves him a good ass Lancey Lance make out session & you legit cannot convince me otherwise. While Lance most certainly surprises Keith with little pecks on the lips or cheek, Keith is always the one initiating their makeout sessions & holy smokes talk about intense. Keith can’t help it, he holds on to Lance like he’s afraid he’s gonna slip away if he doesn’t. He’s not used to having nice things and he doesn’t exactly know whatever this thing is between him and Lance but he does know he’s not willing to let it slip away like everything else seems to in his life. He kisses Lance like he’s the only breathe of air he’ll get all day. Smashing his lips against Lance’s, desperately gripping at his waist, pressing their bodies together like the fate of the universe is at stake and the only thing that’ll save it is them holding onto each other. He leaves Lance gasping for air, but for Keith, every moment he spends away from Lance is when he feels like he’s suffocating. Kissing Lance is what he imagines a clear head feels like, kissing Lance is what it feels like to be on solid ground after floating around aimlessly in the clouds your whole life. Kissing Lance is like coming home after a long vacation and feeling the peace you had forgotten being at home brings. For Keith, its the only home he’s ever known.

who is more dominate: Keith, he is a hot head at his very core & the idea of not being in control annoys him. But everything is a compromise in their relationship. They know when to pick their battles with each other & when it comes to piloting the lions, Lance is Keith’s right hand as always. He trusts Keith’s battle instincts & trusts him to lead Voltron. Now, however, that Keith is on mission with the blade, Lance finds himself questioning Shiro more and more. He finds himself thinking of ways out of their situation but unsure of himself and unable to voice his opinions. He wishes Keith were around… wishes for his unending encouragement of Lance. He knows what Keith would say if he was there… “don’t get so in your own head Lance, speak up. Say what you need to say. No one here is going to judge you, we trust you, we need you” he’d say that like it were the most obvious and truthful thing on earth or any other planet… and Lance would believe him.

my rating of the ship from 1-10: (first can I apologize that the last two lowkey turned into Keith & Lance like one-shot stories lmao, peep that black paladin Lance content I’m fucking dying for) UM 12/10 A QUALITY FUCKING SHIP WOW. Pretty much the only ship I’m literally dying to see become canon. I think they have a very interesting dynamic & are a very plausible ship. I don’t really even ship anyone else in Voltron that much (aside from Hunay but even then Hunk & Shay lack content so RIP ME).

THESE THINGS ARE SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE, SEND ME MORE SHIPS!

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Chapter 8

Robyn

"You really need some soap in your lil' filthy mouth." I shook my head as I listened to Jaylen's battle rap with Odell. Literally every word they used was bitch, shit, fuck, pussy and etc. Basically what everybody raps about nowadays. Don't get me wrong, some of these rappers actually do the trick when I need to get hype but I was always an old soul. Then again, I literally listen to anything.

I knew Jaylen was playing though, because he's read some of his poetry before and it's deep. He read it to me a while back when we were first getting to know each other but that was it. It's like you have to break down this big wall to get Jaylen to open up.

"My mama used to tell me the same thing." He laughed as he danced to the music playing in the living room. I could tell that he loved music from the way he was dancing. He was actually good. He's literally good at everything.

"Now you know I'm the King around here when it comes to this dancing shit." Odell stood up from the couch. He was about to give me a headache.

"Get yo man." I shook my head as I nudged Winter.

"I ain't claiming him with those corny ass dancing skills, get yo brother." She nudged back making me laugh.

I knew they were only dancing to make time go by faster so the food could be ready. I was cooking for all of them. I'm trying to spend more time with them all because Jaylen told me about myself. I honestly didn't even realize how fake I was being. I swear love has you so blind but luckily I caught myself and wasn't delusional about it.

It's just that... I get really insecure when it comes to relationships. My very first boyfriend cheated on me and made me believe that it was my fault. While I was in High School, I was cheering and if I wasn't cheering, I was in any club you could think of. The guy I was dating felt as if I was putting everything before him, so every time I would be out occupied with my extracurricular activities, he would be cheating.

He made me believe that it was my fault that he cheated, and each time I think about it I just cringe because of how naive I was. I don't know.. sometimes I just feel like the same thing is gonna happen with Kai so I try to spend more time with him. I need to realize that every guy isn't my ex.

After Jaylen walked in on me, I felt extremely like shit. Especially because I had just kissed him the night before when I'm the one that told him to keep our relationship strictly friendly. Luckily, neither of us has brought it up ever since it happened.

I haven't told Kai about the kiss yet and I don't plan on it because I know he's gonna be so pissed. Not even pissed, more heartbroken than anything because I stood there and told him that Jaylen was just a friend and he didn't have anything to worry about. I wasn't good with keeping secrets or lying so I knew eventually the truth was going to come out.

Jaylen was a bit distant at first but he's back like he never left.

While I stirred up the bowl filled with strawberry cake mix, I swayed my hips to the soft R&B playing. It was literally my favorite genre when it came to music. You could never go wrong with R&B. Especially the 90's and early 2000's.

Just as I was about to pour the mix into the pan Jaylen bumped into me which made some get on my cheek. "Look at yo clumsy ass." He laughed as he held me in place before licking the mix off of my cheek. Here he goes.

"I don't know where your nasty mouth been." I scrunched up my face. Jaylen got around so I know it ain't just been on me.

"On you." He winked at me before making his way back into the living room. I just shrugged his comment off and proceeded to put the pan of cake mix in the oven. Everything else was done, I just wanted everything to be ready at once. My mom used to do the same thing.

"Damn Robyn what's taking you so long?" Odell came into the kitchen while rubbing his stomach. He literally just came from nasty ass McDonalds so he should be the last person complaining.

I wasn't eating any of this, because I was a complete vegan now but it wouldn't hurt to cook for them. I had a nice black bean burrito waiting for me in the microwave.

"O, your greedy self just had something to eat." I shook my head as I opened the fridge to grab a water bottle. Odell had this fridge filled with Gatorade. Yuck.

"I know but whatever you cooking smell good." He smirked.

"You've always been hella greedy."

"Speaking of.. look what I found." He smiled as he pulled a picture from his pocket. He sat it on the countertop and I gasped. It was a picture of my dad at one of the many barbecues we had. He would literally have one every time he took a break from working. He was really tight with his family and homeboys so having get together's was just an all time thing for him.

"That's the day your greedy self ate his plate!" I laughed loudly as I held my stomach. My dad would always smoke and drink Hennessy in the backyard at every cookout with all the men, so my mom and I knew to leave him a plate some where every time because he'd get really hungry. I made his plate because my mom was catching up with the women in his family, and I had forgot to write his name on it. He literally was on everyone's case about it until he walked in the living room only to see O going in on it.

"He was about to about to beat someone's ass until he realized it was me." Odell laughed, shaking his head.

"He brought that up every time he saw you."

"Ya pops was funny as hell."

"Yea.." my laughter died as I went over to the oven to check on the cake. I didn't really like talking about my parents, because it was emotional for me every time. I still don't think what happened to them was fair. They were both very good people.

Sometimes I feel like it was my fault because I didn't lock the door like he told me to that previous night. This is why I reminded Jaylen every second of the day to start locking his.

"You fuck with Jaylen?" He asked breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?" He gave me a look and I sighed.

"No, were literally just friends. You know I have Kai."

"Cause y'all think I don't be peeping all that flirting shit. Y'all literally look at each other like chicken. That's my boy and all but just like I told him.. I don't want you messing with him on that level. He wild." He explained as I just nodded and pretended to be listening. Was it really that noticeable?

"You don't even have to worry about that O, we're literally just friends. But everything should be ready in like 5 minutes so tell them to come in here and wash their hands." I told him as he nodded and went back into the living room. Not even a second later, Jaylen and Winter were rushing into the kitchen.

"Wah deh pah di menu!" Winter said excitedly as Jaylen and I twisted up our faces in confusion. Odell was used to it by now.

"Speak English, we don't understand that shit." Jaylen spoke as she flicked him off and rolled her eyes.

I shook my head as I brought our plates to the table. "You need help?" Winter asked as I nodded.

"Just don't touch my food." Jaylen said to her. These two could never chill for two minutes.

"Don't worry, ill make sure to spit in it." She smiled as she took the food off of the stove. I had made beef and chicken enchiladas. The cake was for Jaylen because he's literally been begging me to make it.

Once Winter had made their plates, I got out the cups to pour them all some lemonade. Once everything was finished, I wiped the imaginary sweat off of my forehead and sat down.

My phone had lit up in my pocket, so I knew it was a text. When I read the screen, I seen Kai's name.

Kaibear😍: Wyd rn

Me: spending time with family, why wassup?

Kaibear😍: oh my bad, just come by later then.

I nodded as if he could see me before setting my phone down and putting my attention on everyone's faces. It was quiet because they all were grubbing.

"Why you not eating? I know you hungry." Jaylen questioned.

"Yea, you usually got an appetite like O." Winter joined. That was a lie.

"Y'all ain't seen What The Health?" I questioned as Odell and Winter shrugged. Besides that documentary, I just wanted to overall live a healthier lifestyle. Eating cleaner was one way to start.

"Yea.. but I done came this far so fuck it. We all gone die one day anyways. Fuck living in caution. It's way too much food out here to be eating healthy and shit. It ain't like I eat junk all the time." I shook my head at his response before chuckling. This boy wasn't scared of death at all. The thought of it scares the hell out of me.

"True." Odell agreed.

"Can't relate." I drank some more of my water.

"Oh yea, I ain't washing dishes either so one of y'all better get to scrubbing." I looked at all of them. Jaylen drank the rest of his juice before getting up.

"I don't live here so.." He quickly licked his plate clean before darting towards the door and leaving. Every time something got messed up he would always pull that I don't live here card. Yet he was over here like everyday.

"I'll wash em.." Odell laughed before shaking his head at his lazy best friend.

"Good! That'll give me and Winter more time to each other."

"Gay." Odell said under his breath, making Winter thump him. He held his ear and looked at her like he wanted to kill her.

Laughing at them, I grabbed her hand and led us to my room.

"Kai!" I called out as I dropped my keys on the coffee table. I seen a light on, but his house was so damn big that I didn't know where it was coming from. I should've called before I came.

I walked further down the hall, and noticed that he was in his office. I didn't know if I should go in or just wait for him because he told me we were going some where. I didn't like being disturbed when I was working on something and I'm pretty sure he didn't either.

"You know school's about to start so how about free haircuts and stuff for the kids? You know you've always wanted to give back." I heard a female voice. I guess I was gonna go in. I knew he had females that worked at every barbershop he owned, so that's probably what she was here for. After he explained everything to me about his assistant, I trusted him. He didn't have to introduce me to every female he worked with.

"Kai, I know you heard me calling you." I walked in as he sat at his desk with his reading glasses on. They looked so good on him.

"I didn't, I was too busy discussing some shit. Wassup?" He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me on the lips. I looked at the woman who sat in front of his desk and noticed that she looked familiar. I couldn't put my finger on it though. I've seen her some where. Maybe at one of Kai's shops?

She gave me a fake smile but I just shrugged it off.

"I just wanted to know where you were. When you're done, meet me in your room." I got off of his lap, standing up. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"Babe this is my assistant Kayla, Kayla this is my girlfriend Robyn." Kai introduced us as I studied her. She smiled before holding her hand out for me to shake.

"Wow.. it's nice to finally meet you. I've heard so many things about you." She smiled forcefully. So she was just going to act like she wasn't just talking shit about me via text message?

"Wow.. I've heard nothing about y-"

"Ok! Babe, I got something waiting for you upstairs. You should go check that out." Kai said as he rubbed my thigh before helping me up. I nodded and kissed him before leaving.

As I made my way to his room, I cut the light on and noticed rose petals trailing towards the bed. I was literally melting on the inside.

There was a big life size card lying on the bed, and I was dying to read it. When I opened it, both sides were filled with words. It must've taken him ages to fill this whole card up.

"Baby, you trying to go out to ea-"

"Come here!" I jumped on him, making us both fall in the process but neither of us didn't care.

"You read the letter?" He laughed as he looked up at me since I had fell on top of him.

"Not yet but the fact that you did all this.." I bit my lip as I noticed the fresh fade he had just got plus the trim on his beard. I haven't seen him all week because I've been trying to spend more time with everyone plus he's been busy.

Before he could say anything else I beat him to it. "Babe you look so good right now." I looked him in his dark cocoa brown eyes.

"Oh yea?" He smiled, biting his bottom lip. I nodded, as he chuckled.

"What's on ya mind?" He questioned as he held my hand.

"How bad I wanna please you right now." A smile instantly crept up on his face.

"I would love that, but I wanna take you out first so let's go." He said as he helped me up off of the floor. Grabbing my purse for me, we both left out of his room hand in hand. Good thing he reminded me to dress nice.

While we walked through the hall, he stopped by his office and looked at the woman who was previously here. She was cheesing extra hard, while she walked around the office, picking up things and held a conversation on the phone at the same time. "Jaylen seriously." She laughed, talking to whomever on her phone.

Jaylen? Well, that could be anybody.

"You supposed to be in here working, not chopping it up on the phone." Kai walked in, making her jump. She rolled her eyes before putting her phone away then getting out paperwork.

"I already did. The deal's finalized. We're about to be Bill Gates rich!" she smiled as she passed the papers down to him. What deal? We?

"You lying.." he said, not bothering to look at the papers.

"Look for yourself." She smirked as she folded her arms over her chest.

He looked at her once before picking up the papers and observing them. After a few seconds of reading, he immediately picked her up and spun her sound in the air cheering. What the hell..

The feeling of jealousy instantly took over my body and I couldn't help but to feel like I was in competition with her. I've never seen him this excited before. You would've thought the letter was from God himself telling Kai that he was going to heaven.

"We did it! You're a genius Kayla!" He shook her in excitement as I stood here awkwardly. Maybe I should leave.. You would've thought she was the one that he was supposed to be taking out.

I got cute for nothing.

"No you are!" She yelled back as their cheering died down.

"Babe, aren't yo-" He noticed the look on my face and cut himself off. I just took that as my queue to leave.

I obviously wasn't needed.

Jaylen

"Bro get yo ugly ass on." I shoved Odell as he stood in front of the TV while we was playing a competitive ass game of 2k. I was talking mad shit before we started playing and now my ass bout to lose.

I didn't even plan on talking shit. He kept pushing my buttons so it was bound to happen. I wasn't bout to let him play me like I was a bitch. I was winning until his big ass decided to block the whole fucking tv. Cheating ass nigga.

"Playing too fucking much." I shook my head, getting serious because this shit was getting intense. I never lost a game to him and if I did today, I was literally gone jump off a cliff. I'd lose my damn mind.

"Look at you bout to cry and shit!" He laughed loudly, teasing me as I clenched my jaw and slapped his hand out my face. I was about to fuck him up in the blink of an eye if he kept playing with me. I was about to lose 1k and his rich ass thought it was funny. Ain't shit funny about my money.

I don't care how much money I got, I came from nothing so money was still a big deal for me. If some one was to owe me a dollar, I would still want my fucking dollar rich or not. This nigga O could blow his nose with this 1k I was about to lose to him like it was nothing. I couldn't let my money go to waste like that.

"Hey Jaylen?" I heard Robyn's voice making me suck my teeth. I was starting to think that O put her up to this shit. She's been here since I got here and not once has she tried to get my attention.

"Not now Robyn damn, gone some where." I groaned as I looked at the time and there was only 10 seconds left in the game.

I was either gone make it or break it.

Besides this bullshit ass performance I just presented in this damn game, I was fucking starving. The baked potato I had in the microwave was calling my name and I couldn't wait to go get it. We've been playing this game for literally hours. I'm not even the type of nigga to be on the game all day, but this shit had to be done.

"WHERE MY MONEY AT?" He yelled breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked up at the screen and my mouth was formed into the shape of an O. My stupid ass wasn't even paying attention.

Fuck.

"Fuck you and this game, you cheated hard then a bitch." I plopped down on the couch as I took the stack out my pocket and tossed it to him.

He ignored me and took the stack, putting it in his pocket and dancing his way to his room. Fuck his noodle head ass. It felt like I just got my heart broken all over again.

I heard footsteps so I looked around and noticed Rob coming out of the kitchen with fruit in her hand. I had forgot she was still down here. "What you had wanted?" She rolled her eyes. I was gone get her ass for that ugly shit.

"Nothing since you had that stank attitude over a damn game." She started to walk back towards her room. I hated when females said that shit. It wasn't just no damn game.

Shaking my head at her dumb and selfish choice of words, I got up so I could go drive around some where.

I had a whole free weekend. I didn't have to paint anything for any clients, and I wasn't really inspired to just free style with it. Every time I had free time like this, I never knew what to do. Maybe a museum would get me inspired.

I would do something with Robyn but she just pissed me off when she rolled her eyes at me. I hated that shit. I knew her stubborn ass was mad too. I guess I'll be the bigger person like I always fucking was.

Me: get out yo feelings and come ride wit me 🙄

After that whole incident with her kissing me then hopping back on her nigga dick, I kept my distance for a few days. She really had me fucked up like everybody knows you don't do shit like that. She broke the code.

I was over it though.

My phone had went off, indicating that I had a text. It was Robyn after taking forever to type the damn little amount of words she sent.

Robyn🌸: bye cause you just ruined my day.

I smacked my lips and started to type what was on my mind.

Me: girl if you don't bring yo fake mad ass to this damn car 😒 ain't nobody ruin ya day stop over exaggerating.

I put my phone down and waited for her to come down to my car. Turning the radio up, some shit I was tired of hearing at the moment was playing so I just played music from my phone. A little Future wouldn't hurt.

Once my passenger door opened, I looked over and Robyn had plopped down in the seat with that same ugly ass mug on her face. "You really mad? What you mad about?" I laughed, poking at her side only for her to swat my hand away.

"Because you got an unnecessary attitude with me over a game and shooed me off like I was one of your slaves or something. " she explained as I groaned and rested my head on the steering wheel. Now I was about to have to kiss her ass.

It wasn't that deep.

Then again, she was sensitive as hell so I wasn't surprised. I guess I hurt her feelings. I honestly ain't mean to get an attitude with her, I was too caught up in the game. It happens.

"Rob.. I'm sorry. I ain't mean to just brush you off like that, but when I'm playing the game I honestly don't be paying attention to what I say. You can't take a nigga serious. You know I wouldn't just shrug you off like that on the regular so why you tripping?" I apologized to her overly sensitive ass, hoping she'd accept it.

She must be on her period. Had to be.

"I'm sorry it's just that today isn't really my day.. I woke up to see my phone blowing up because this damn girl stole my designs. I work really hard on them just to have them stolen." She shook her head. I've been meaning to ask her about that because it was literally all over my twitter.

I don't know why she was surprised. Them hoes steal everything. I'd be pissed too though.

"Nigga you better sue that ho-" I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. I picked it up and answered without checking who it was.

"Yo," I answered. This was my personal phone so I could just answer it any kind of way. If it was my business phone, I made sure to sound as white as possible.

Anything was possible when you sounded Caucasian over the phone. That's why I be getting so many gigs now.

"Hey, you called?" I sucked my teeth. It was Kayla's busy ass. I literally called before me and O started playing the game.

"Girl that was hours ago."

"I'm sorry, you know it's about that time for every one to start going back to school so business has been hectic lately because of the sales." She explained, which she didn't have to. I was playing with her. I knew when it came to working for the nigga she worked for, she put her time and dedication into it.

I understood everything. My line has been blinging non-stop because these teachers wanted me to paint their halls, classrooms, and etc. I didn't have to start until next week, that's why I was trying to chill and kick it right now.

The vibe she gave off was fun to be around. We could drink and talk about shit literally for hours. Ion know if I was ready for a relationship again, but it's been on my mind heavy. I really ain't trying to make the wrong decision, cause I like what we got going right now but I know she bound to hit me with the What Are We card.

Shit, when I started fucking with Robyn I felt the same way but I don't got time to be waiting on somebody, ya know? She clearly wanna be with King Kong, so I ain't even gone try to talk her out of it. She made her decision loud and clear when she decided to go fuck him after she kissed me so I'm done trying. She wanted us to be friends anyways.

I shrugged my thoughts off and started to talk to Kayla.

"You good, gone and get that money. When you free though? I'm gone be busy as hell after this weekend." I sat my phone down and turned on the Bluetooth in my car, because I was tired of holding it. I told y'all I could barely drive and I wasn't about to wreck my precious car trying to hold a conversation on the phone.

"Tonight actually." I could hear the smirk in her voice already.

"You got condoms?" Ion know if I was tripping or not but I think I seen Robyn cover her ears.

"Yes Jaylen, but let me get back to you later. I'll text you when I get home." She laughed before hanging up. I smiled and put my phone back in the cup holder. Shit was going down later.

"What you over there grinning about? Freak." Robyn broke me out of my thoughts. I looked over at her and noticed the disgusted look on her face. Jealous ass.

"You know what I'm grinning about, but anyways.. how you been?" I changed the subject. I ain't like talking to her about Kayla and I's relationship because she was forever saying I was a hoe when I wasn't. Just because you have sexual relations with people from time to time don't mean shit.

"Good before I woke up to this tragic ass news."

"It's aight Rob, don't sweat it. Ima call up some people, and we gone get this shit straightened. Don't even worry about it. I told you that you too pretty to be stressing." I assured her as I patted her thigh as we came to a stop light.

"Jaylen why are you being so nice?" I looked at her sideways. I wasn't even being "nice", I was doing my job. If I fuck wit you I'm gone make sure you straight at all times.

"What you mean? I ain't being nice."

"You weren't like this when we first met." True. Talking to her everyday made me realize a lot of shit though.

"Look, I told you I was gone always have ya back no matter what right? I meant that shit Rob. You work hella hard and put ya blood sweat and tears into yo work, so I don't got a choice but to help."

"Thanks, and I'm sorry." she mumbled before silence filled my car. We all knew what she was sorry for and to be honest, I ain't really wanna talk about it. Shit had me sick for a few hours.

"It's cool, Rob, for real. You hungry?" I asked, forgetting all about my potato that was probably digested in Odell's bitch ass right about now.

"Nah, I'm okay." she shook her head and sighed.

"Fuck he do to you?" I asked, clenching my jaw. She looked up at me and patted my cheek softly.

"For somebody who doesn't give a damn about my relationship, you sure are always on go." She pointed out and I smirked and turned red before looking back at the road.

"I don't give a damn about ya'lls shit. I give a damn about you. Ya'll feuding again?" she shooked her head.

"No, I'm just stressed because I can't put my models in the designs I do have because they're gunna think MY shit is unoriginal." she was known to overthink everything, this was regular Rob times 10.

"Relax. By Monday, this shit gon' be sorted out. I got an ill ass lawyer. You bouta to be paid out the ass." she smiled and my heart skipped a beat. She was literally one of the baddest females I've ever met. Odell wasn't good for a lot but he linked me with her. A nigga had the heart-eyes around her ever since.

"Where are we going?" she asked, looking at her watch and yawning.

"I know you're hungry and my ribs showing so we going to Chipotle until something else comes up."

She shrugged and we started talking about everything. I should always know what I'm getting myself into whenever I initiate a conversation with Rob because she like to get in a nigga mind. It's therapeutic but sometimes, certain wounds don't be healed yet.

"No rice or beans in my damn car, Robyn." I put my fingers in her face and she slapped them away.

"Suck my ass." she mumbled with her mouth full.

"Assume the position." I said with a little bit of seriousness, trying to pick her up. Why she always challenging me like I won't have her on medical leave from her job with this ill ass danger between my legs.

"Stop!" she whined while continuing to eat. "Next question!"

"Aight uh, favorite movie and why?"

"Love Jones. It was romantic from front to back, it had a few bumps but that's what love is. I could watch it over and over." she said and then sipped my Cherry Sprite. She always worried about where my mouth be but her mouth ain't too far behind mine. Always drinking or eating my shit, man.

"Larenz is my nigga and Nia Long could still get this shlong." we both busted out into a laugh. When it died down, she asked hers.

"You ever been in love?" THAT'S the shit I be talking about. Always so fascinated with my soft side. I played with my keys and nodded.

"Twice. They both had other niggas." the car went silent.

"You'll find who you're looking for, Jay."

"Nah, the jig is up. It's too much fuckin' energy. I'ma just have my fun for a night and just perfect my craft. If it's real, I won't have to look, she'll just pop up." Like you did when Odell sent me to pick you up.

She caressed my arm and leaned on my shoulder. "She'll be lucky."

"As fuck. I'm dope. Anyway, favorite artist?" I changed the subject before I leaked how I really felt.

"Rihanna."

"Why?"

"Her name is Robyn and we both bad."

"Yeah, you ain't lyin' about that." I mumbled before my phone starting ringing. Probably Kayla with an answer to them plans.

"Wassup?" I answered.

"I'm free at around like nine."

"Aight, I'ma be there." I mumbled, being brief so I wouldn't kill the mood.

I hung up and looked over at Rob. All this talk about love was making me horny, I knew she wasn't giving up the puss so I gotta get it elsewhere.

"Ready?" I started the car and she nodded.

"Yeah, I should probably get home."

I drove back to her crib and we both got out, headed to our respective doors. "Monday, I'ma fix it. Take a nap and stop stressin'."

Her nigga obviously wasn’t hitting it right since she was always stressing like this. That aint my business though.

Kai

Calling Robyn for the like the 10000th time, her shit still went straight to that damn voicemail. I knew she was pissed off but damn. If she don't answer in the next twenty minutes I'ma have to pull up. Not on no crazy shit, I just don't want us to leave each other not on good terms because tomorrow ain't promised to nobody. I made that mistake before, why would I let it happen again?

The look she had on her face made a nigga feel like the biggest asshole in the world. I don't know why I did that dumb shit, I was just so caught up in the moment.

Kayla had been telling me she could get me a deal that honestly just sounded too good to be true. I mean, she's proven herself every time she said she was gone do something but that particular deal just sounded too fairytale.

I was already financially stable, but with this deal, even the next, next, and next generation of my family gone be straight. I'm talking Filthy rich straight.

Turns out, she actually did what she said she was gone do and we have a meeting tomorrow and all I have to do is sign papers. Right now would be the perfect time to celebrate with my girl but I guess sometimes shit just don't go as planned.

The whole point of me telling her to come over tonight was so I could take her out. I've been tied up with work lately, going out of town and shit so I felt that it was best to take her out. I was missing her like crazy. That's my fucking baby I swear.

I groaned and picked my phone up dialing one more time. It rang for the longest. Call me what you want, I ain't bout to stop chasing after my fine ass girlfriend.

"Kai, what? Stop bothering me." She answered loudly, sucking her teeth. She got shit fucked up if she thought I was bout to let her talk to me like a punk.

"Stop bothering you? My nigga you my fucking girl, fuck outta here with that shit."

"I mean exactly what I said. You was acting like ole girl was God himself so go talk to her." She hung up, slightly pissing me off.

Kayla had walked in, breaking me out of my thoughts. I noticed that her appearance looked like she was about to go on a red carpet. I guess she was about to go see one of her niggas.

"What are you staring at?" Kayla asked with a smirk on her face. I shook my head and snatched my keys from off the coffee table with my shoulder holding my phone up, trying to get Robyn on my line again. Of course, I failed again and came up on her voicemail. Now it was definitely time to pull up, I knew I wasn't gon' catch her in the act or no shit, I just want my girl to know that it's her and only her I'm thinkin' about.

I shot Kayla a text telling her to lock up whenever she was ready to leave for her dick appointment and headed in the direction towards Rob's place. I was putting my engine through hell with how fast I was going, Robyn has been the brightest spot in my life since I met her, life was just started to turn in my favor and I wanted to share everything that I was about to gain with her.

My thoughts became overbearing over the music so I just turned the volume off, not to mention that every song that came on reminded me of Robyn. I sighed and gripped the steering wheel tighter, making a sharp turn on her block, clenching my jaw.

I parked close but not close enough to the point where I'd be noticed, I called her one last time and when I went to hang up because it rang so many damn times, she answered. Light sobs filled my ear.

"Kai, what?" I heard soft music playing in the background and I sighed.

"I'm outside. I just wanna talk, baby." I pleaded.

"Well, I don't want to. Go back home and seal the deal with Kayla."

"Robyn, cut the shit. Be a woman and come talk to me, my nigga. We too grown for this shit." She chuckled darkly.

"I am a woman! Your woman! A stranger wouldn't even be able to tell though, you were all over her right in front of me."

"This phone shit ain't solving nothing. Come outside." she sucked her teeth and ended the call. From a few feet away, I saw her pretty ass coming outside. I smiled and opened my car door to meet her halfway.

On my way upstairs, I heard a familiar fit of giggles from the next door over from Robyn's crib. We both looked up at the same time and while my eyes flashed murder, Robyn's flashed fear and hurt. How in the fuck did Kay get here before me?

We saw the white-skinned tatted nigga dressed up ready to take Kayla out for a night on the town. Kayla was far from my bitch and killing this nigga wouldn't be for her damn honor in no way, but just for my satisfaction.

"Rob, get back in the house."

She started to argue with me but saw the look on my face.

"Wassup, Pussy Beard?" Jaylen screamed from the stairs. I laughed menacingly and made hurried steps towards him. Eager to end his loud-mouth ass for good.

"Kai, don't!" Robyn yelled.

"Nah, let this nigga touch me. I dare his bitch ass."

"Who are you talkin'-" Kayla asked before she saw me.

"Kaiden? Fuck are you doing?"

"You know this nigga?" Jaylen mumbled.

"I hit it first, bitch!" I yelled. Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Not well enough. Both pieces of ya pussy hit my line every night with the 'wyd' text? Take ya wavy ass back to New York where the fuck you belong, dick."

All I could see was red at this point.

#chris brown #chrisbrown #cb #breey #soooraven #obj #odell beckham jr

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B.A.P Le Noir Au Ch. 17 (Himchan): Family Blood

THIS HAS BEEN TOO LONG! Thank you soooo much to the lovely followers and fans of this series for waiting so patiently for me! I finally got around to work on this haha! This story is a lot longer than I expected, but I promise I will try to make it worth it! As a little gift for all you lovelies, I will post the second part of the rest of the members stories so that you can have a little snippet of theirs. I feel like I’ve made you guys wait too long for their stories and I’ve very sorry about that! Anyways please enjoy! This are about to take a turn!

Himchan let out a sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration. He had called the boys to a group meeting to discuss their current situation as well as how they should proceed in dealing with with the INF. Problem was his children seemed to be at the rebellious age. As in if their asses weren’t in these black leather seats in the next 5 minutes he was going to rip them a new one. “Damn, am I dealing with grown men or children?” He let out an exasperated sigh.

“You look like you’re having fun,” Himchan’s ears and mood perked up at the sound of your voice as you entered the conference room of B.A.P’s hideout. It had become a routine for you for the past few months. Visiting the boys every so often at their hideout (now that you were allowed to know where it was), providing them with some snacks and refreshments now and then since the boys tended to forget to eat since their mission to flush Infernum out began. They limited their business conversations to their hideout, no longer using the back room of Le Noir for meetings in fear of curious ears. “I come bearing gifts.” You smiled sweetly as you lifted up a container of freshly made spaghetti.

“God, I love you.” Himchan chuckled, pulling you towards him by the waist, and giving your hip a soft peck. You rolled your eyes at Himchan’s over dramatization, but pampered him a bit by running your fingers through his soft black locks. He always found it oddly comforting.

“Did I hear gifts?” Zelo smirked as he entered the room, ending the intimate moment of comfort you and Himchan shared. Himchan let out a frustrated groan as the rest of the boys started to pour into the room.

“When I want you guys here, you’re nowhere to be found. But as soon Y/N is here you all flock like vultures,” He hissed, but the boys simply ignored his whines as they sat themselves down in their respective spots. “Speaking of vultures. We’re missing one. Where’s Daehyun?”

“I told him to move his ass to the meeting. No response.” Youngjae shrugged, leaning back into his chair to find a comfier position to sit.

“He’s been like this for weeks…” Himchan let out another exasperated sigh. These boys will be the death of him. You looked down at Himchan confused as you turned to Yongguk and cocked an eyebrow.

“Daehyun has been really silent lately. Not eating much and hasn’t left his room for some days. Kinda out of it.” Yongguk answered you mental question, which you thanked.

“Maybe he got dumped by another girl.” Jongup boredly nodded, not wanting to dwell on the mental issues of his members and instead get the meeting going.

“Like that’s anything new.” Youngjae snorted. Despite his smart quips, Youngjae had a boiling concern for his best friend. Daehyun being silent, let alone not eating, was something he deemed very unusual.

“He was fine when he went to that club up on Mercy street a few weeks ago. Weren’t you with him?” Himchan groaned, concerned deeply for the younger member, but at the same time frustrated at the rest of the members lack of cooperation.

“That doesn’t mean I have to follow his ass all the time?” Youngjae rolled his eyes.

“Noooo, you’d rather tap that ass.” Zelo snickered, causing both Jongup and Yongguk to let out a snort. Even you had to bite your lower lip to contain a chuckle that threatened to escape your lips. Youngjae glared at the maknae for his juvenile joke.

“And you’d rather have a kick in the ass,” Youngjae growled before letting out a sigh to recollect his thoughts. “I saw him head off to the bar and that’s about it. I’m pretty sure he was chatting up with a girl.”

“Where were you?” Himchan raised a brow, wondering where Youngjae could have wandered off to that he would lose sight of Daehyun.

“At the tables. Got a few games of billiards in.” Youngjae smirked. “And guess who won us a shit ton of money?” Youngjae place a large wad of cash in front of the boys before leaning back into his seat, a cocky grin on his face. “Your welcome.”

“I’ll go check on him,” You offered, seeing as the rest of the boys weren’t going to be of much help. “I’m pretty good at getting boys to listen to me,” You winked over your shoulder, causing Himchan to raise a brow and flash you a smirk.

“It’s like we have two moms.” Zelo snickered, causing Himchan to shoot the young boy a sharp glare.

“Except one of them is easier on the eyes.” Jongup snorted in amusement.

“You boys go ahead and enjoy the spaghetti. It was Zelo’s request after all.” The rest of the boys turned their attention to the young boy, confused at the sudden request of spaghetti.

“What? Padrino said she makes really good spaghetti,” Zelo shrugged, scavenging through the package you brought. “Plus I’m getting tired of Himchan’s cooking.”

“I swear to God why do I put up with you guys….” Himchan groaned.

“Daehyun?” You gently knocked on the door that belonged to the usually boisterous, flirty male. The response of silence was odd and unnerving. “Daehyun? Are you okay?” You knocked a few more times, the door slowly opening on it’s own. You took that as a sign to scope out the room. Usually you would never pry into someone else’s room. It was an invasion of privacy and outright rude. At the same notion, however, the sudden change in demeanor made the rude action warranted.

“Y/N!?” Daehyun jumped at your sudden presence in his room. “W-what are you doing here?” He quickly scrambled some photos under his pillow, hoping that you hadn’t noticed. You had.

“I just wanted to check if you were okay. The boys were wondering where you were.” Your eyes were filled with concern at the sight of the man in front of you. Your mother bear instincts were kicking in. The once bright-eyed full of life boy was now a hollow shell. He had large bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for days. The bright spark in his eyes were now masked over by a cloud of confusion, anger, depression. The smile he once wore now painted over with forced, fake pleasantries. It didn’t help that him and his room exuded such a stench of alcohol that the smallest spark could probably set the place ablaze.

“I’m fine. Thanks for letting me know.” Daehyun flashed you a forced assuring smile as he began walking past you.

“Daehyun,” You grabbed his wrist, forcing him to turn and face you. “If there is anything you need to talk about. Anything. I’m here okay? No judgement.” You lightly squeezed his wrist, assuring that you could be his confidant.

Daehyun opened his mouth for a moment, contemplating deeply on the words that were about to leave his mouth. “Y/N...if you had the chance to save the person you loved….would you do anything in your power to take it?” You stared into Daehyun’s eyes, his eyes were pleading for an answer. A part of you wanted to lie. You had a gut feeling that you should tell him a simple white lie. That some sort of pain could be avoided. But you didn’t want to. You couldn’t.

“Yes, Daehyun. If I had the chance, I would.” Daehyun’s fell into a deeper sadness as another empty smile graced his lips. Your grip on his wrist was light enough for him to remove himself from your grasp.

“Thank you….” Daehyun flashed you one more smile before trotting down the hallway towards the conference room.

“So where are we at so far, Youngjae?” Himchan leaned back in his seat, staring at the projector screen decorated with documents, video, and photos. He took a quick glance at Daehyun and noticed the boy’s sullen demeanor. He quickly looked up at you as you made yourself comfortable on the armrest of Himchan’s chair. You flashed him a reassuring smile that you talked with Daehyun and that at the moment you should simply leave him alone.

“So we’ve cleared up nearly all the goods that belonged to the Emperor Dragons. Their ports, storage units, and territory is all under our control now,” Youngjae smirked, a bit proud of the team's accomplishments. “But still not a peep from INF.”

Himchan’s eyes narrowed at that information. Why weren’t they retaliating? For such a big shot scary organization, Himchan had thought they would have done something by now? Were they still not big enough fish to fry? He was frustrated and annoyed. They were looking down on them. They were basically saying that B.A.P could do whatever hell they want because they were not significant enough to detriment their business.

“How about the special agents? They’ve been on our tail recently.” Yongguk noted. You slightly tensed at thought of the secret agents. Jaebum recently came by the bar lately, inquiring about the recent storage raids. That as well as checking on your well-being. He really was a sweet man, it was only unfortunate that he was trying to put your boyfriend and his gang in prison.

“Hmph, a bunch a bloodhounds who can’t find the right scent,” Jongup snickered as he leaned back in his seat and placed his hands behind his head. “Without any evidence their accusations are just a bunch of smoke.”

“Jongup’s right. At the moment, the special agents aren’t our biggest problem,” Himchan gripped his hands tightly. “The INF. They’re too quiet...Either they’re arrogant as hell and think nothing of losing some profit or we’re in for one hell of a storm,” Himchan sighed before glancing over to the usually boisterous member, now eerily quiet with a dull stare. “Right Daehyun?”

Daehyun jolted at the sound of his name, all eyes were on him now. “R-Right…” His voice was merely a mumble.

“What the hell’s got your tongue?” Zelo lifted a questioning brow, only to receive an elbow to the gut from Youngjae.

“He’s just a bit tired,” You smiled politely, a smile that you have trained to deceive any man. “Late night thinking.” You gently rubbed Daehyun’s back, attempting to loosen the tension the poor boy was holding up. Daehyun looked up and stared into your eyes. You could see a flash of apologies and guilt go over his dark brown eyes.

“Ahem...well there is this one thing that I found that I think will stir up some trouble,” Youngjae let out a awkward, redirecting the attention of the crowd back to the screen displayed before them. There was something up with his best friend, and though Youngjae would not outwardly show it, he wanted to ease whatever troubles that plagued Daehyun. “I haven’t found the location of this shipment. From what I’ve gathered this little treasure that they’re hiding is on the move.” Youngjae zoomed in onto the a scramble of letter and numbers SA20--V10.

“Do we have any idea of what this treasure is?” Zelo’s face scrunched up as he attempted to decipher the letter and number code placed before him.

“Not a clue. I’m working on trying to figure out though…” Youngjae grumbled, not content that this puzzle that the INF has thrown at them had stumped him. Okay, not stumped, but did make the boy genius pause.

“I think I can help with that,” You gently removed yourself from the armrest of Himchan’s chair as you sauntered over towards the screen. “It’s an information code on what kind of cargo the Emperor Dragons brought in for the INF. This,” You pointed at the SA letters etched on the screen. “South America, the shipment is from South America. As for the 20--, it stands for the worth of the cargo. The two dashes indicate that it’s in the millions, so 20 million,” You tilted your head slight, tapping your chin in contemplation as you racked through your pool of knowledge. Your eyebrows furrowed and your expression darkened as you came to the realization of the code. Something all too familiar. “V...Virgin. 10….they’ll be splitting it up into 10 different locations.”

“Human trafficking…” You could hear the low growl in Yongguk’s voice.

“Virgins? That’s hard to come by unless…” Zelo’s voice trailed off, answering the question that laid heavy in the room.

“Unless they were young,” Himchan growled. “This must be their cash cow. Bringing in young virgin girls from poorer countries and selling them off on the blackmarket…” The white of Himchan’s knuckles could be seen. No, Himchan and the rest of the boys were no saints, but there was a line that they would not cross. Children and the force labor of an innocent. That was something that they couldn’t stand. “Youngjae, I want you to track that shipment with any means you can okay? Let’s stir up some trouble for them all high and mighty INF,” Youngjae gave Himchan a firm nod before typing away at his computer. “And watch out for Daehyun… he doesn’t seem to be in his right state of mind…” Himchan lowered his voice just so that Youngjae could hear.

“Yeah… I will…” Youngjae murmured, his expression softened for just a moment before going back to normal. “Yah, Daehyun! Get your butt over here and help me out! Quit your moping, just cause you got dumped or someone ate your last piece of cake.” Youngjae could hear a small scoff escape Daehyun’s lips as the boy came over and sat beside him. A small smile graced Youngjae’s face. At least Daehyun was showing some sort of emotion other than depressed.

“Jongup, Zelo, I want you two to hit the streets. What Youngjae and Daehyun can’t find out on the internet, I want you to find out, got it?” Jongup shrugged as he got up from his seat. Zelo took a small gulp as he got up from his seat. Zelo had never really worked with Jongup before and if he did it was always with someone else. It wasn’t like he was scared of Jongup. Of course not! He was a big bad gangster. Why would he scared of his fellow teammate...he wasn’t scared. Just wary. There was something about the dark blue haired boy and that sinister smirk of his that threw Zelo off.

“Come on, kid. I’ll buy you an ice-cream after this.” Jongup teased, causing Zelo to flare with anger.

“I am not a kid! I am like at least two heads taller than you so you better watch your mouth!” Zelo growled.

“Or what? You gonna sit on me with your giant ass?” Jongup chuckled, enjoying the thrill in riling the younger. The giant baby chick’s emotions were so easy to manipulate. It was quite amusing.

“Quit fighting you two and go do your job!” Himchan groaned as he rubbed his temples. “And Yongguk…” Himchan leaned down, his voice was barely a whisper. “I have some contacts down in South America, get in contact with Benny and see what you can dig up about any illegal shipments.” Yongguk gave a nod in acknowledgement and excused himself out of the room.

“And what are you going to do, Mr. Big Boss Himchan?” You teased, your hands on your waist as Himchan came up to you, a big smile plastered on his lips.

“Me? I’m taking you home.” Himchan pecked you gently on the lips, causing Youngjae to groan at the two of you.

“You two need to get that cutesy couply shit out of here. You’re starting to make flowers and sparkles pop up out of thin air.” Youngjae rolled his eyes as he continued to type away.

“Uhg...why do I deal with you all sometimes…seriously. I should give you all an ass whooping.” Himchan groaned, his arm snaked around your waist.

“Cause they’ve imprinted on you so you’re stuck with them no matter what, Mama Duck.” You teased as Himchan shot you a playful glare.

“Oh then what are you?” He raised an eyebrow, keen on your answer.

“I’m the Papa Duck.” You chuckled as Himchan’s playful expression turned blank, an obvious look of ‘what the actual hell.’

“She ain’t wrong. We know who wears the pants in this relationship.” Youngjae snickered.

“That’s it. We’re leaving,” Himchan quickly shooed the two of you out of the room. “And the next time I see you Youngjae, you’re going to have a footprint on your ass.”

“So are you ever going to tell me how you figured out that code,” Himchan chuckled, his warm breath gently fanning you neck, his arms wrapped your waist as you opened the door to your apartment. “Or am I gonna have to pry it out of you?” He smirked, his voice filled with suggestion as his grip around your waist tightened.

“Hmmm, I wonder,” You smirked as you turned to face, playing with his collar. “Why don’t you come in and try to find out for yourself?” You playfully pulled him by the collar into your apartment, pressing your soft lips against his. The two of you just seemed to fit. His lips against yours. The harmonious synchronization of movement. The small playful nips on your lower lips. It was perfection. Himchan broke the kiss momentarily, a big ol cheeky grin on his face.

“Oh I plan on to,” He gave you a peck on the nose before casually walking into your kitchen. Despite what the boys (any thousands of many of other people) may think, Himchan had yet to touch you yet. Well….touch you in the way he wanted to do. He didn’t understand himself anymore. At first he was frustrated. Nothing more to pounce on you and ravage your body, but as time progressed he found himself basking in this relationship you two had. He didn’t quite know what to label it. Domestic? Romantic? He didn’t know and he didn’t care. He was happy. Genuinely happy. There was no need to rush his happiness. “Coffee?” He flashed you his sweet bunny tooth smile, that you recently discovered. Only when you saw that endearing smile did you know that Himchan was being sincere. No facade. No tough guy act. It was just Himchan.

“How can I resist your coffee?” You teased as you headed towards your bedroom to dress in something more comfortable.

“So can you at least give me a hint as to how you figure out that code?” Himchan hummed as he began packing the coffee into the machine. He knew better than to pry into your life, yet at the same time the more time he spent with you the more he wanted to know.

“It’s just something I learned on the job.” You chuckled at Himchan’s persistency. The more time you spent with the man the more you discovered yourself opening up. The cold walls you built up were cracking, and surprisingly, you were relieved. Relieved to be happy. To perhaps, actually move on.

“Job? I thought your job was a bar owner?” Himchan raised a brow as he began mixing the perfect amount of cream and sugar into each coffee cup.

“I’m a woman of many abilities and talents,” You chuckled, waddling into the kitchen and peering over Himchan’s shoulder. “Why should I limit myself to just being a bar owner, Channie.” You teased, playfully pinching his nose as you scooped up your coffee cup.

“Channie? Really?” He sighed, knowing better than to argue with you since you would win in the end.

“I think it’s cute,” You shrugged, sipping on the perfect cup of joe as you snuggled into your couch. Himchan rolled his eyes. He was a notorious gangster and last time he checked, notorious gangsters weren’t cute. “Imagine the boys seeing you now, all sparkly eyed and making coffee. Very domestic.”

“And you have a problem with that?” He raised an eyebrow, taking his seat beside you and wrapping his around your shoulder.

“Nope.” You smiled sweetly at him then pecking his nose.

You leaned again Himchan’s chest reveling in his warmth as the two of you began talk about everything and nothing. You both talked about your childhoods, your favorite foods, your least favorite foods, your first dates, the list could go on forever. The occasional peck or two would sneak in between words. A moment of pause for the needed sip of coffee. The sweet lull of jazz music that was playing in the background accompanied your conversation (You always had some sort of music playing in the background). Everything seemed so natural between the two of you. Like things just seemed to fit.

“No, you did not do that,” You could not contain the laughter pouring from your lips, tears of humor threatening to fall. “A bouquet of dandelions? That’s what you gave her?”

“At the time I thought it was cute!” Himchan defended his case, looking at you unamused as you laughed hysterically. “You blow on dandelions to grant a wish right? So I gave her a bouquet of those so that her wishes could come true!” He slightly pouted, thinking that his gesture was cute as shit.

“That is very adorable,” You looked up at Himchan, the pout still very eminent on his lips. “I expect a bouquet of dandelions from you.” You pecked his lips causing the small pout to transform into a grin.

“I’ll go pick some right now.” He flashed you a cheeky grin as the both of you bursted out into laughter.

Knock Knock!

“Huh?” You raised a brow at the sudden intrusion to your blissful.

“Were you expecting someone? Do I need to start acting like your macho possessive boyfriend?” Himchan teased, causing you to roll your eyes and slap his chest playfully.

“It’s probably nothing,” You placed your coffee cup down and waddled to the front door. You peeked through the little peephole to see a small brown package lying in front of your apartment, a small folded note adorning the top of the box. You raised an eyebrow. Packages were never directly placed at your front door, usually they stayed with the your mailbox downstairs till you checked. Your instincts told you to be wary after the bomb incident, slowly prying the door open to exam the box. You stayed silent for a moment, not a sound of ticking or beeping could be heard. At least you could conclude that the box wasn’t a time bomb. You bent down to pick up the note. You wanted to play, right? Your eyebrows furrowed at the words staring back at you.

“Hey, you okay, Adenium?” Himchan raised a brow at your cautious nature and began removing himself from the couch.

“I’m fine it’s just…” You eyes narrowed as you noticed some sort of ooze seeping out of the bottom of the box. You cautiously reached out and opened each flap of the box. “Oh my God…” You fell back, your eyes wide. Your entire body was trembling and you could feel your stomach churn, wanting nothing more than to release its contents. Everything around you seemed to crash. Reality seemed to set in. The blissful paradise you were in now became a utter living hell.

“Y/N?” Himchan’s voice wary as he approached you, only to have his voice fall silence and his face pale at the sight of the contents in the box. Blood soaked the entirety of the box, seeping its way into the wooden floors of the hallway. The dismembered head beaten, bruised, slashed. Nearly unrecognizable. Nearly. “V-Vincent…”

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