#whatever Flo milli said

[ohimsummer]

i'm going to come clean now to all of u... i was that pink-haired girl w suguru 😞 sorry, i'm just tired seeing y'all hate on our rs. we are happy together

GET OUT OF MY INBOX!!! UR NOT WELCOME HERE

[unknownati]

xii. never lose me

a/n: (i lost the ask so sorry to that anon, hope u still find this 💀 but the ask was like: can you make a fic based off never lose me by flo milli? with smut)

happy new year my loves!

sorry this took so long im such a slow writer. plus im braindead asf. ik i said i had to proofread this in my last post but i lied i didnt 😬

nooobody ask me where he got all this money cuz baby idk. i hope some of this stuff is correct bc i am not rich 😭

warnings/tags: smut 👻, fem!black!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features BUT reader dresses feminine (think aliyahsinterlude), modern!ekko, boat sex yay, semi-public(?), risky, backshots 🎉, oral (e! recieving), reader getting spoiled, soft dom!ekko, so loosely inspired by the song, not proofread. raw vibe

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ekko goes above and beyond treating you right.

anything you want, all yours. that new purse? check your mailbox. you need your nails done? here's $300, keep the change, don't worry about it. he always makes sure you're pleased, even if you don't ask. he knows everything about you by heart. favorite flowers, favorite foods, plus your usual orders, so it's not uncommon to come home to food on the table with a fresh vase of florals seated next to it.

of course, nothing about this relationship was ever one sided. there is no one who prances around announcing that ekko is your man quite like you do. you make sure ekko knows that if he ever needs you, no matter what, you're there.

in return, you get whatever you want.

"ekko," you sing, putting your phone down in the cup holder. your hand rests over ekko's, which has a gentle grip on your thigh. crickets chirp outside, veiled beneath the dark sky and lack of light. you're speeding down an empty backroad on your way back home from a little shopping spree at a mall an hour and some change away. "i wanna go somewhere."

he hums. "where were you thinking?"

"dunno yet," you lean your weight onto the center console, maybe somewhere in asia."

"yeah?" he asks, squeezing the fat of your thigh. you smile wide. "sure. let me know when you decide."

"i will, thanks baby," you chirp, gently pulling his hand up your thigh and closer to your center. his fingers catch on the hem, pushing your denim skirt up and gently pressing his thumb into your clit. he's rubbing featherlight circles into it, running over the lacy underwear he bought for you a while back. your gasp is barely heard beneath the music.

the engine whirrs, and you see the speedometer shoot up.

so impatient.

.:*☆

it truly didn't take long for ekko to book that flight. you said the place, and about 30 minutes later everything was set in stone.

excitement rushed through your body as you packed, making sure to tuck your matching sets beneath your clothes. he deserved some type of reward, right?

when you finally arrived at your hotel, late into the night, jet-lagged to all hell, you couldn't help but ask ekko if he needed some help. he did everything, all you did was walk around, complain about your feet hurting a bit, and cling to his arm. regardless, he insisted you worried about nothing and just got comfy for the night because he had something big planned tomorrow.

never would you have ever guessed that you'd end up on a cruiser yacht.

he had you blindfolded after you returned to the hotel from eating and shopping, promising that you'd love it and that you just needed to be patient and trust him. you did; no hesitation there.

and once he slipped it off after your minor freak-out wondering what you're stepping onto that has to be so wobbly, it took your breath away.

the sun sinks below the horizon, yellow rays glittering off of the water. your hands met his, perched on your hips, looking back to find his prideful grin.

"ekko..." you pout.

"iii know, i'm a great boyfriend, you love me, i know," he jokes, chuckling as you walk around the cockpit, marveling the fact that you're on one. "it'll leave soon, there's a cooler with drinks, and i can take pictures for you."

you smile wide. "my personal photographer. in fact, take some of me right now before the sun sets," you rush to hand him your phone, quickly posing yourself in front of the scene.

ekko took taking photos for you so seriously, genuinely telling you how to switch your posing and expression, and without missing a beat always hyping you up to the third degree.

so when you heard nothing from ekko, no 'oooh's or 'mhm's, you turned to him.

"ekko?"

"sorry, you're just..." he laughs sheepishly, avoiding your gaze as if he wasn't the key to your heart. "so pretty."

you roll your eyes. "you're so corny."

the tone of your voice completely betrayed your words, honeyed and bashful. he catches it, shaking his head and raising the camera again.

"right—okay, let's try this again."

.:*☆

the pictures came out great. you wanted to wait until you got home to pick your favorites to post, but all of them were so good that you didn't know which one to pick.

you leaned against the railing, staring out into deep night, city lights twinkling in the distance. the cool sea breeze rushes against your skin, the salty scent of the ocean flooding around you. it was too good of an opportunity to not take more.

"ekko, take a few more for me?"

he hums, not a moment of protest, finding your phone and settling into the seat opposite of you.

you take your seat as well, your torso twisted and legs crossed. his mouth opens—'move your leg a little' rests on his tongue, until he inspects your gaze through the phone. you weren't quite looking at the camera, but rather...behind it.

"you okay?"

you nod. "yeah...you look good as fuck over there."

he fumbles over his words for a moment, looking down at his attire. "in my spiderman shirt?"

"mhm, especially in your spiderman shirt," you look him up and down, eyes sliding over his muscles. "come back over here real quick?"

he's surprised he didn't trip from how quickly he scrambled over to you, sitting in the seat beside you. his smile is poorly hidden as you crawl into his lap. his hands find your waist, pulling you closer.

you direct his face up, fingers gently pushing at his chin, leaning down to lock your lips together.

his hands roam your body—clearly too impatient—fingers pushing beneath your shirt, pulling up and revealing your bra. intricate lace, almost in a floral pattern, dyed a dusty pink that was barely visible under the moonlight. the cups had a deep cut, plunging down from your collar bone to the bottom of your sternum with a dainty little decorative bow.

you literally feel him getting hard. he looks up, fingers running along the band. "this for me?"

"sure is." you nod, reaching down to tug your skirt down. the hem of your matching panties peek out. "you like 'em?"

"do i?" he glances above the short barrier at the captain, who isn't paying an ounce of attention. just humming in his own world, only focused on the path they were going on. perfect.

"shit..." his lips reconnect with yours before trailing down, sucking hickies into your skin, tightly squeezing your thighs, brows furrowing.

you can already tell he's going to find a way to seat you right on his face so you stop him—not because you don't want that, but you've been spoiled enough for one day—pushing his shoulders back and getting off of him.

he looked like a kicked puppy when you separated from him and you just roll your eyes, sinking down onto your knees with a wide smile. it all connects for him and he relaxes against the seat, lips parting as you quickly unbutton his pants, your nail hooking at the band of his trunks. you tug, down, down, down, until his dick springs free and lightly taps his naval.

you waste no time, your lips meeting the base, then parting to let your tongue run up a vein that lead you to the sensitive tip.

ekko shivers, eyes shifting from the arch in your back to your lips, leaving glossy stamps all along his length.

you, on the other hand, kept your eyes locked onto his. he kept averting his gaze. for what, you weren't sure. but you tapped his tip against your tongue, capturing his attention. finally, his eyes meet yours. now you feel like you can continue.

you kiss the tip again, smiling up at him as you allow it to breach your lips, sliding into your mouth agonizingly slow.

"fuuuck," he drags, watching you slowly sink down, taking almost all of it yet stopping where your lips met your fingers.

you get acquainted with the feeling, adjusting your tongue to press against the skin. your cheeks hollow, your head slowly falling into a bobbing movement, stroking him alongside your movements.

he struggles to not thrust straight up into your mouth, gripping the edge of the leather cushions. one hand meets the back of your head but doesn't push or pull, just rests there.

his hips twitch, torso relaxing against the back of the seat, growing rigid whenever your tongue ran across just the right spot. his chest rises and falls rapidly, quickly drawing in breaths then moaning them right out.

your jaw already started to ache, but looking up at him as he falls apart from just your mouth is beyond worth it. he shakes his head, eyes leaving yours, squeezing shut, and you can tell he's already close.

his hand leaves your head, forearm laying against his forehead. you tap him, a reminder. look at me. he peeks down, a breathy chuckle pushing through.

"doin' so good for me, yeah? 'm close—" he warns you—you nod in acknowledgment.

you unhinge your jaw, sticking your tongue out so he can watch his cum spill all over it,

he sucks air in through his teeth, and before you know it you're bent over the seat, looking out onto the horizon. you start to speak and he just shushes you, tugging your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. soaked.

maybe you were just too impatient, because before he could even get comfortable you were reaching back to put it in. his laugh rings behind you, shooing your hand away so he can finish sinking all the way inside you.

his pelvis meets your ass and you almost caught a glimpse of the back of your skull. he started slow, gripping your waist and bringing you back to meet his strokes.

you're squeezing around him so tight, and all he can do is stare in awe at it. his length glistens, coated in your juices. then he couldn't take it, his pace quickening, watching the fat of your ass recoil against his movements.

it feels euphoric, almost unreal. staring out into the night sky, stars twinkling above you, ocean swaying below you, and ekko thrusting into your heat, moaning behind you—it was overwhelming, it had your flesh running hot.

"feels good?" he questions, though your gasps and mewls answer loud and clear.

"fuck, yes."

"mhm, you're mine, right?"

"a-all yours." you nod.

"all mine?" he asks, and it's rhetorical. not like you could reply anyway, because your moans caught in your throat, rendering any chance you had at words useless.

your noises drowned beneath the whirring of the motor paired with the water swaying beneath you, which you're endlessly grateful for. you're lucky that driver pays almost no attention to what's happening behind him.

you were especially loud, and it only got worse as you felt your orgasm building. ekko knew it too, the way your voice shook, the way you tightened around him, the way you begged him not to stop—it was pushing him over the edge too.

"fuck, that's it. just like that. i got you, okay? good."

your cries overlap ekko's softer groans as you came, your form trembling, jolts of pleasure coursing throughout your body as he fucked you through it.

he had to hold back from coming inside you, letting you ride out your high before pulling out to release all over your back.

he gives you no time to recover, immediately diving in for another round, intoxicated with the way you gasps caught in your throat, holding onto the seat for dear life.

he leans down, his lips meeting your shoulder, his brows furrowed. it did not take long for the two of you to get close again, still sensitive from your previous release. within a few minutes, your juices coat his length and another load lands on your back, seeping down and settling into the dip of your spine.

you're both catching your breath, ekko presses a kiss to the shell of your ear, and you have to stop him from kissing you more. "we're almost there," you hiss, and he huffs, lifting off of you to get himself together,

thank god there were paper towels on board. he cleans his release off of your back and skirt, managing to get the both of your appearances together by the time the yacht met the docks.

the moment the captain comes back to thank you for riding with him, ekko's giving him the quickest thank you possible along with his tip and rushing you off of the boat.

"let's get back to the room? i just wanna see that set you have on a little better."

you know that the second that door closes behind you in the hotel, there is not a chance you'll be stopping.

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pssst!: not the most confident in this one.,. i will make up for this one i swear 😔 locking in!

maybe a part 2 with what happens at the hotel cough cough

[kuroppiii]

  soft launch ᵕ̈        timeskip! sakusa kiyoomi x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : it's just a silly   ⋮⋮  little tiktok, nothing major ... ⋮⋮  right ?

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮     ♡ # 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 🥛     ♡ # 2.6k 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴

🎶 on shuffle “ never lose me ” - flo milli ( specifically the trending clip of " yeah he my man , he was never your type . if you try me , ho it ' s on sight " , but whatever tiktok audio you ended up using is up to you lol <3 )

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ first time i ' ve pulled myself together to write about sakusa bc when i think about him , i simply can ' t think straight . an exaggeration ? man i wish !! ”

you weren’t anyone special, really. you lived your life, pursuing your goals and hobbies, spending time with those you love. there were things you were good at, sure, but any sort of recognition or praise for those things only ever came from those closest to you. if you walked down the street, no one would bat an eye. "ordinary" couldn't have described you any better.

your boyfriend on the other hand, star wing spiker and outside hitter of the msby jackals, jersey number 15, sakusa kiyoomi certainly was a bit extra-ordinary in the public's eye.

if you took any of his official social media accounts, they easily skyrocketed ahead of any of your accounts in the sheer numbers of following or likes or views. but that's only natural, as the reasons you love your boyfriend–talented, cool, handsome–surely would be shared by the thousands he's subjected to by being in the limelight of the popular and successful pro-volleyball team.

but what else is natural, is that you've always wanted to be able to "soft launch" him, your boyfriend. you've scrolled through your tiktok "for you" page and your pinterest feeds and have undoubtedly saved every "soft launch inspo <3" post you've seen.

the idea was just perfect, you thought–sakusa often prefers not having his face in photos or videos anyway.

to sakusa, however, well... he didn’t really get it until you sat down and had to explain it. you always found it ironic he was never the most active online despite having the bigger following count between the two of you, after all.

“so you want to go public?” he asked, a bit of surprise in his voice.

"well, yes. but also no," you tried to clarify, leaving him with an even more perplexed face that tugged at your lips as you smiled and calmly continued with your elaboration.

you and him have discussed how to navigate your relationship with his volleyball stardom in the past before. it's not like your closest friends and family didn't know about your relationship, but granted, some of your more casual friends and acquaintances who followed your socials probably didn't entirely know either.

the general public definitely did not know, though, of course. but that's why you'd just post something on your accounts, significantly smaller than his.

“are you okay with that?" you made sure to confirm with him, after explaining your thought process on the whole idea.

he came over to you and placed his hands on your hips gently, a concentrated look in attempts to understand your idea adorning his features as he spoke, “i mean, i'd love to be able to finally let everyone know about us–but really it's up to you if you're okay with it. when it comes to things like this—always has, love.”

and what he said was true, from the moment you started dating he was always trying to protect your peace from the media and reporters and cameras. to him, you were like his private repose from all that. but admittedly, as time went on, you both came to realize keeping your relationship under wraps could get pretty hard at times, especially when you wished to go on normal dates out and about instead of resorting to small secluded get-togethers with the handful of people you who knew or nights spent inside your home.

you shook your head as you reached up to brush some of his curls out of his face, revealing his beauty marks above his eye—brows subtly knit together as he considered how your idea might play out in the longrun.

his arms lovingly pull you even closer as you reassure him, "it's just my friends and family who might see it, anyway. it's just a fun little thing to do, omi, that's all!"

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

a few days later, you and sakusa had an event to attend with the rest of his team. it was a nice dinner so you were all dressed up–the perfect get-up to record a small tiktok or two to satisfy your boredom as you waited for your boyfriend to finish getting ready himself.

as you scrolled through your saved audios, you stood by the humble expanse of wall where sakusa had some of his volleyball medals and trinkets displayed in your shared apartment. then it hit you: this would be the perfect opportunity for that soft launch you were thinking about.

he didn't even have to be there, you could just have his framed "sakusa 15" jersey and recognitions with his name on it in the background as you sang along to a song. it was simple. a little ostentatious? maybe. but you thought it was subtle and fun enough to entertain the people who followed you and were going to see it.

so you picked an audio and started recording. your accessories for going out that night glimmered with the gold medals on the wall in the dim lights of the apartment as you lip-synced to the lyrics, showing off your outfit with a slightly sly attitude of making claim to your relationship with sakusa–claim to what rightfully was yours.

but just as the timer on your video was up, you hear sakusa’s voice approaching from down the hallway, his watch clattering as he's trying to put it on, "what are you doing?"

you break out into a sheepish smile as you rush over to end the video timer manually, "nothing! let's head out!"

in the car on the way to the event, you posted the video and thought nothing about it. no tags, no caption, no nothing–just something cheeky for your friends and family to see and hopefully get a small kick out of.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

late the next morning after you wake up, you stretch over to your bedside table to grab your phone to do a first-thing-in-the-morning doom scroll. sakusa's still peacefully snoozing away–head tucked under your jaw, soft breaths fanning your neck, arm secured around your waist, and legs tangled with yours under the sheets–when you open up one of your socials and realize you've gained thousands of followers overnight... literally.

you swipe past notifications of your friends texting you dozens of messages to see that hundreds of comments have flooded the most recent post you made–pictures of you and those same friends on a day out in the city–no sakusa in sight yet a lot of the new comments gave mention to him.

almost thinking you're still asleep and dreaming, you scroll through the words total strangers have left for you. it was such a mixed bag: some were mean, some were just confused, and some were even very nice, complementing you on your appearance.

there were a few, however, that mentioned a certain "repost".

"here from the repost"

"RAN to see this after seeing the repost"

"it's been less than a day and there's already so many comments about the repost lol"

and so you go to look up your name with the word "repost" attached to it, and are met with dozens of articles about your "viral tiktok reposted by msby's sakusa kiyoomi seemingly hints at volleyball star's secret relationship".

shocked, but still trying not wake up said volleyball star with your reaction as he clung to you on your shared bed, you quickly switch over to your tiktok to look back at the video you had posted just the night before.

surely enough as you let the video play out, the buttons on the right-hand side of your phone screen displayed astronomically larger numbers than that you've ever seen something you've posted in your life track before.

as the video plays the moment sakusa had called out to you–with you smiling to somewhere off camera before getting up close to the camera and cutting off the recording–you look down lower on the screen and see “msby sakusa reposted”. his official account. (you knew this bc he had you help him set up his personal one, the name of which you set up to come up as simply his nickname amongst friends "omi" with the cleaning sponge and bubbles emoji.)

hearing the audio of the video, you can feel sakusa stir at your side, his brows furrow against your skin as he peeks out from under his messy bedhead of curls to look at what you could be watching so soon after waking up.

after processing it was a video of you, one of his hands wordlessly part from where it was snaked around your waist and reaches up to tap on the little heart icon on the side of your screen.

then his hand returns to where it was, and he retreats back to the space between your collarbone and your jaw, hoping to quickly be lulled back to sleep just for a bit more before you two would have to get up and get on with your day.

but after a brief moment, you can suddenly feel the vibration of his voice against your skin, groggy and sloughed down by drowsiness to a deep treble as he lazily mumbled, “oh... that was your phone. was wondering why it wasn’t liked yet. i could've sworn i did already...”

his words set loose butterflies in your stomach, knowing despite his limited time spent online, he still does everything to let you know he loves you, even if it takes making a small heart icon light up on a video you post. but soon that warm feeling goes away, as your concern quickly overcomes it given the current situation at hand.

“omi," you coo, an attempt to not let on in your voice how you were slightly freaking out as to not disturb his peaceful state, "did you repost it? my video?”

“of course i did,” he replied in a heartbeat. you could feel his breathing start to slow down, him on the brink of slipping back into continuing his slumber.

you also felt he didn't quite realize the implications of what he did.

“you looked nice in it,” you hear him drawl out, after being met with your contemplative silence.

you hummed as you asked a follow up question, “did you do it with your personal account?”

“mhmm,” he sounds so content when he hums back in reply, bliss apparent as he spoke being tangled up with you as sunlight peeked in through the bedroom windows.

one of your hands paused the tiktok from playing and departed from where it clutched your phone to comb through sakusa's hair–partly to calm your nerves and partly in adoration at the realization he was so eager to show you his affection, that he didn’t check which account he was on before he reposted your video.

you tried your best to say your next words carefully and gently, “well i don’t think you did, babe."

"hm?"

trying to act nonchalant about it, you continue, "i gained, like, a thousand followers while we were sleeping.”

"hm?!!"

you no longer feel his curls under your fingertips as he retreats from his little hiding spot, now confronting your phone screen where surely enough, he caught a glimpse of the numbers your video was doing, as well as the little tag that, yes, it does look like he reposted your video using his official msby account.

he was wide awake now as one of his hands go to rake through his locks, and he starts rambling despite how his voice definitely wasn't caught up from his sleep yet, “y/n, angel, i'm so sorry. i didn't even check, i should've. i should've been more careful. now everyone know's about it, and it's all my fault. is anyone being mean to you about it? i can say something, or post something, right now, or—“

you cut his running mouth off with a kiss, dropping your phone in your lap to cup the sides of his face before you pull away.

"you're not... you're not mad at me?" he asks softly, eyes searching yours nervously.

a moment ago you were feeling a little more than uneasy at the thought that you weren't going to be just an ordinary person anymore. but now, seeing how much sakusa cared and doted over you, you realize you'll be fine. because you won't be dealing with it alone. you had someone extraordinary to be by your side each step of the way.

“no, omi. i'm not mad," you tell him through a warm smile, "at least we don't have to hide it anymore."

you feel him slightly nod in your hands, still on edge as he intently listens and hangs onto your every word. you could never get mad at that face. you can't resist the urge to brush your nose against his because of how cute you thought your boyfriend was.

"and besides, it still wasn’t a hard launch. we don't have to confirm anything just yet. so by social media rules... i can still post some more soft launches before we do that, no?" you say with a hint of mischief in your tone, making sakusa break out into a smile as he chuckles and places his hands over yours at the sides of his face.

"y'know what we always say," you continue with a more genuine voice, barely above a whisper, "we won’t let them get to us. we don't owe them anything–let them figure it out. what’s done is done, so let’s just have fun with it, okay?”

you're blessed with the sight of sakusa's dimpled smile growing even wider and before you know it he's all over you, on top of you smothering you with kisses, making you laugh as you try to pry him off of you.

he finally pauses to hover over you, his eyes with the slightest creases at their corners because of how he was smiling down at you, “thanks for bearing with me. not just my social media incompetence, but–for dealing with my… everything, i guess. i love you.”

the sheets ruffle around you as you gingergly wrap your arms up and around his neck, “i love you too omi. always will.”

you reach to grab your phone, buried somewhere in the blanket draped over the two of you, and sakusa rolls off of you as he finds it first and hands it to you. now it was your turn to ramble on, “how about we do the one where you stand behind me and hold the phone really high? or the one where you pick me up and spin me around in a random parking lot? or maybe i should make a video wearing your jersey–? oh my god that'd be diabolical, don't you think omi?"

he laughs into your shoulder at your eagerness as you spend the rest of the morning scrolling through soft launch videos online that you can save to copy later.

“i’ll do anything," he tells you, "i want to show you off–because now i can properly do it the way you've always deserved, love.”

       ⇩  ⇩  ⇩ 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎 ::

a few weeks (and a few more soft-launch tiktoks you both had fun with) later, although you and sakusa never publicly confirmed anything yet, his fans practically accepted that you and him were an item.

you even had the pleasure of seeing some fan-made edits of you come across your feed and appreciatively dropping a few likes on them yourself. but there was one in particular when you peeked into the comments of the video.

the original poster had commented on their own edit: "GUYS SAKUSA GAVE MY EDIT A LIKE WTF???"

you laughed out loud at the comment, considering as how your dear and darling boyfriend had never mentioned his apparent viewing and liking of these edits of you online as of late.

your boyfriend may have learned his lesson about public reposts, but it looks like his attempts at covering up what he hits "like" on needed a bit of work, too.

[minhosimthings]

Rodeo Ride

Symphony Smut Series Day 9: Lah Pat and Flo Milli's Like a Rodeo Ride

Lyric: He love how I ride it, hop on a dick I made him get excited

Pairings: Husband!Changbin × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, thigh riding, sub!reader, hard!dom!Changbin, office sex, sex on a chair, missionary, rough sex, swearing, dirty talk, dry humping, needy reader, VERY sex deprived reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: day 9! Woah we're almost halfway through this series now and I'm finally doing Binnie. I really couldn't think of anyone better for riding that Changbin for some reason

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Changbin was a simple man.

Wake up, get dressed, kiss your amazing wife goodbye, get to work, do said work, come back, kiss wife again, and then cuddle with her until the morning and you gotta repeat it again. And he liked this life. What else does he have to ask for?

And yet, men never understand the workings of women's sexual systems do they?

"Bunny I'm going to be late today." Changbin looked up at you sitting opposite to him, hastily arranging his tie as the maids took away his plate.

"Again?" You slammed your fork down, glaring at him. It wasn't that you didn't love your husband enough to let him go to work and make his decisions, but sometimes your pussy needed some food.

"I know, I know." Changbin chuckled, an awkward attempt to ease your tension, "But I've got to. Got a meeting today, I can't let the employees be alone without their boss now can I?"

"But Binnie...." You drawled out, making your lips onto a pout which you knew could never make him say no to you.

"How about this?" Changbin leant over to you, caressing your lip with his finger, before pulling you in for a short yet sweet kiss, "Stay awake till I come back, and I'll fuck a baby into you."

"Tempting." You said, folding your arms, "You promise?"

"Promise." Changbin replied, before quickly scampering off to his car, leaving you all alone, once again in the mansion.

"How much longer, how much longer." That's what went in your mind till about three o'clock. Waiting for Changbin really was a task, as the minutes ticks painfully away, it felt like eternity.

This was a punishment, you were convinced, whatever you had done in your past life to deserve this, you were regretting it. Were you being dramatic? Maybe. But we're you going to stop? Absolutely not.

And that is the story of how you turned up at Changbin's office building, wearing a furry black coat which reached down to your ankles, with nothing inside. Well almost nothing, you thought, as you looked down at the lingerie set Changbin had gotten you for your fifth anniversary.

Smirking to yourself, you entered the elevator and pressed the cold button upto Changbin's office, on the topmost floor.

Oh he was going to have fun today.

"Bunny? What are you doing here?" Changbin's eyes lifted from his paperwork as you entered his office, quite a large space, "And why are you closing my curtain blinds?" His last words were ended with a smirk to his face, casually sliding his wheely chair away from his desk.

"I miss you Bin." You say, the sound of your heels clacking the floor as you slowly approach him like a snow leopard approaching it's prey, "I really miss you."

Changbin's words caught in his throat, as his eyes lay sight on you.

Oh he was fucked.

He began to regret all his work now, how he had left his pure baby all alone with no dick to fullfill her sweet pussy.

"Come 'ere." Changbin pulled you into his lap, taking the fur coat and throwing it aside, "It's good you came during lunch hour, otherwise I would have been dead by now."

Your ass was rubbing against his hard dick, making him having to stifle his moans. The same ass that's been nudging against him for the past five years. "God I've missed this" he thought to himself.

He lightly grabbed onto your hips and moved his against your ass. "S-shit.." he sighed, the slight friction easing some of the pain. He moved again, pressing into you a little harder, letting out a shaky moan and burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

The slow movements gradually got faster, the slow grinding turned into him rutting against you, like a dog in heat. All of this movement caused you stir, halting Changbin's movements. Making sure you were still there and this was no his imagination, he started moving his hips again, slowly.

The friction wasn't enough though, he wanted more, he needed more. He pulled his pants and boxers down, or at least enough for his dick to spring out and breathe. Thank god for his desk having a barrier.

The cold air hit his tip causing him to shiver and stifle a moan. Pulling you close and stroking himself, spreading his pre-cum, he pushed himself between your thighs. He knew it was weird, to grind and hump on you while you were in his office, but fully fucking you didn't make him feel better, your thighs will suffice for this one time. 

Thrusting his hips he let out a moan,a little too loud that he had to remind himself the walls could listen, he bit his lip trying to silence himself.

"Ahh fuck darling you're so good for me" he moaned, feeling your pussy rub against his dick.

Dipping his head in the crook of your neck he let out an airy breath and kissed your shoulders, hips thrusting faster and balls slapping against the back of his thighs. 

Whining and huffing in your ear, kissing and nipping at your neck, he was getting closer and closer to cumming all over your thighs. Changbin grabbed your thighs, squeezing them tightly, tight enough it might even leave a mark. His hips began to stutter and his hands gripped your thighs and hip while he bit his lip, hard enough to cause it to bleed and pushing his head further into your neck. 

His dick twitched and he could feel his cum in his stomach when-

"Bunny why'd you stop?" Changbin looked up at you with widened eyes, disappointment filling him, "Do you wanna be a bad girl today?"

"Hmm maybe" you said, giggling and slipping a hand onto his dick, gently stroking it, making Changbin moan again.

“ Get on my thigh.” He orders you, pulling your panties down, leaving you in naked. He groans at the glistening wetness staining your thighs before placing his thigh in between your legs.

“Sit.”

The moment your pussy makes contact with his bare thigh he can’t help but groan. “Soaking my thigh already, who knew you were this desperate?” He mutters, your head falling into his neck as your hips begin to move.

The drag of your clit against his muscular thigh causes you to whimper, pressing yourself harder. His large calloused hands guide your hips, moving you up and down his thigh.

“That’s it bunny, doesn’t it feel good?” He questions, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You can’t seem to find the words to respond, overwhelmed by pleasure. You nod dumbly, moaning out his name as he tenses his thigh.

“Who would’ve thought I could fuck you dumb without putting my cock in you? Just so needy for me.” Changbin brushes some hair behind your hair, holding your face to look at him whilst he smiles sarcastically.

"Bunny, my pants are fuckin soaked" he said, eyeing the huge wet spot that were creating, "Such a filthy little slut riding my thigh like that"

His eyes scan your face, admiring the light flush smattered over your cheeks and the way your eyelids flutter shut with every grind against him.

“Want you to cum, can you do that? Cum on my thigh and then I’ll fuck you senseless right here bunny.” He groans, your arousal audible now with each drag. Your legs begin to shake with exertion, Changbin taking over and continuing to grind you into his thigh, muscles tensing sporadically.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise despite the build up, head thrown back with a moan and eyes rolled back. “Oh god, Bin, please.” You moan out, not sure if you’re begging him to stop or keep going.

“There we go, good girl.” Changbin groans, his thigh absolutely covered in you. He holds you still, allowing you to catch your breath. Changbin places a soft kiss on your cheek, leading you to look into his eyes, pupils clouded with lust. He smirks.

“is everything oka—“ his lips suddenly crash into you. Fingers firmly holding your jaw as his tongue slips into your mouth. you’re completely caught off guard, hands holding his wrists, whining as he pushes you against the desk, arm wrapping around your waist pressing you firmly into his chest.

“I need you,” he groans, aggressively, pre cum leaking out of the tip as he kisses your lips. “don't wanna be away from you.” he bites your bottom lip, causing your voice to crack, whining.

“I trained this pussy so well,” he groans, kissing your lips. “ya get so wet just from kissin’ me,” he smiles, knees kicking your legs further apart as you whine, trying to hold his shoulders for balance.

“fuck bunny” his fingers pushed into your pussy, your walls sucking him as you let out a strangled moan, the squelching wasn’t helping you either. " have something to say?” he snaps, sucking bruises along your neck and shoulder as he pumps his thick fingers in your pussy, proud of himself as he hears the squelching start to trickle down his fingers.

“Bin—“ you’re biting your hand, muffling your moans as your face heats up. So embarrassed that this is happening and you couldn’t even push him away.

“did I cover your mouth?” his words echo as he pins your wrist over your head. “you like talking, so lemme hear you.”

“no—ah ah…they’ll hear me—“ your desperately trying to keep some dignity, but it all leaves the moment you feel your body being lifting in the air.

“Fuck me Bin!,” and that’s all he wants because he’s dropping you down, shoving his entire dick inside until your eyes burst with tears feeling his thick trimmed hair tickling your clit, completely bottoming out.

“fucking took out my eardrums, Bunny,” he’s laughing in your face as he pulls his hips back and shoves his cock inside you again. you were completely dazed, that moment he sank his full length deep in your tummy, your brain automatically turned to mush. he usually took his time when it’s the morning before office, but there was no time now. so he couldn’t hold himself back as he let you take it full force.

“Bin…I-I need you please.” your eyes were filled with tears as you held his hair, fingers rubbing against his scalp, the other digging into his shoulders as you drooled. Such a mess in such a small time.

“mhm? ahh— mm fuck!” he grips your ass, fucking you faster as he feels his balls tighten. You’re drooling into his lips as he opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out, groaning as he feels your spit rub inside his mouth. such a filthy girl. you were creaming so fast, squeezing the hell out of his cock as your eyes grew.

“too much…ahhh—wait!” The desk was shaking as he drove his cock, balls slapping your wet pussy as your legs shook.

You almost screamed as you let go, cum shaping around his dick perfectly, as he slowed down, his chest rising up and down.

Pulling out of you slowly, he quickly got some towels and cleaned you up, guiding you towards the office's bathroom.

"I got some clothes in the second drawer." He set you down on the counter, "I'll come home early today alright?"

"Your pussy isn't done yet."

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My Moshang Related headcannons:

- Moshang is Taylor swift coded and no one and I mean no one can tell me otherwise.

- Mobei Jun would like Hoizer and Florence + The Machine

- Shang Qinghua would like Flo Millie and Olivia Rodrigo.

- Mobei Jun did not find Shang Qinghua attractive at first. But his attraction to Shang Qinghua hit him like a truck. Like one day he’s pretending to sleep on his lackies bed. Then he looks over and Shang Qinghua has his hair down, the light of the candle giving his face a warm glow. His eyes trail over the scroll on his desk. He’s so still though and the flame reflects in his eyes something Mobei Jun couldn’t quite understand.

Then he sits up internally the elegant version of like ‘oh gods what the fuck was that. I need to go to fucking bed Now!! What.?!’

And down hill from there this man’s been a simp ever since.

- Shang Qinghua is Deeply Possessive. Like Binghe gets it from his daddy in this case because anyone who has courted Mobei Jun ends up on the kill list. He’s really good at hiding it making it seem like the murders are Mobei Jun’s ideas. I like the thought that Mobei Jun doesn't realize this about Shang Qinghua. Until a little demon child is like ‘yeah the honorable king is handsome.’ And Shang Qinghua looks pissed. Just death stares this fucking kid. Mobei Jun is very happy at this discovery.

- I feel like Shang Qinghua is richer than Mobei Jun. he doesn’t have Mobei Jun’s power and like servants or home. But if we compare human rich to demon rich Shang Qinghua is over Mobei Jun. Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun have not realized that is the case.

- When Shang Qinghua moves into the Demon Realm full time. He does everything for Mobei Jun. He makes sure Mobei Jun just needs to sign off and battle and do whatever the fuck Mobei Jun wants to do. Shang Qinghua made this spoiled prince when he was in An Ding full time. It’s SO much worst that he now lives with Mobei Jun technically. He Spoils Mobei Jun Rotten!! Only the best food, Clothing, home, bedding, art, wine, and weaponry. Nothing less than Shang Qinghua’s high standards of Quality will be near his king.

- Mobei Jun’s kingdom becomes the most prosperous in all the demon realm. not just because of conquest. But because his people have the highest literacy rates and capitalism. They’re the first kingdom in the demon realm with like Grocery stores.

- After the Airplane extras Mobei Jun makes Shang Qinghua get him ready for the day and then at night helps him get undressed instead of having other servants do it. He does this so that he is sure to see Shang Qinghua every morning and every night. So he knows Shang Qinghua is accounted for every morning and night

It becomes their favorite part in the day despite how much Shang Qinghua complains he doesn’t complain about doing this. Just that he’s scared of fucking up at first. Eventually he does it so often it becomes second nature and he’s not even worried anymore. It’s so domestic and sweet and healing for both of them. Because no matter what Shang Qinghua touches him so gently. And his hands are so warm and at night they’re both tired so it’s the one time either of them are really quiet in each others company.

-It takes them 6 years to get together after the end of the airplane extras. Yes that fucking long they really need to know how to communicate and heal bro.

-I feel like Shang Qinghua doesn’t believe in marriage really. Like interpersonally he’ll congratulate people and like be happy for them. But he’s always said that he was never going to get married or anything close to that. He’ll say ‘I feel like it’s a waste of time for me I’ve never seen a marriage that lasted. What do I know about that.’ And this makes Mobei Jun depressed for a week and when Mobei Jun is depressed it becomes everyone’s fucking problem.

But obviously if Mobei Jun wanted to marry him Shang Qinghua would have a panic attack leave come back and say yes. Then host the Best fucking wedding for Mobei Jun on the fucking planet. It is EXTRAVAGANT!

He’s buy Mobei Jun a wedding ring. I don’t know why but I don’t feel like Bingqiu would get them but I know Shang Qinghua would get ones for him and Mobei Jun.

-I feel like at some point it be funny if they did a wife Swap with Bingqiu. Shang Qinghua gives Binghe a list of names of people who insulted Shen Qingqiu for marrying him and tells Binghe to have fun. Then goes about running the palace.

Meanwhile Mobei Jun just asked Shen Qingqiu to peel an apple for him because Shang Qinghua told him it’s bad to eat the skin. And Shen Qingqiu is having a fucking Aneurism.

[naegajeiljalnaga]

I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it <3

So I spoke to my sister 2 weeks ago and she said she wanted to get the Samsung Galaxy S23 Ultra. My mom said she wasn't able to get it for her because it's too expensive. I recently got the Galaxy Z Flip 6 so she got the same phone for my sister. I didn't get my sister a gift for her birthday this year because I had more money going out than money coming in so I didn't have the money to get her what I initially wanted to get for her. I thought to myself, "I should get my sister the phone that she actually wants." So I told myself that by the end of January next year, I will buy her the S23 Ultra.

My best friend's 21st is also in January next year, and I wanted to get her a really nice gift for her that I felt might be meaningful. I also needed some cash so I can travel to her and travel back home after her birthday celebrations. With all of this in mind, I started thinking of ways I could get money because I told myself that I will do all of these things.

And now, I've got a huge lump sum of money that will not only cover my sister's phone and my best friend's birthday, but also I can buy matching jewellery for me and my 2 besties (the birthday girl is one of them), I can buy all the perfumes that I wanted and the perfume oils too, all of the makeup and hair products because my hair has been crying out for help (don't worry hair, your cries have been heard and are now answered), and all the unexpected expenses that have come (like my speeding ticket...) and still have a nice cushion of money to save and invest.

I'm so grateful that I not only am spiritually and energetically abundant but also materially and financially abundant. This money came at the best time for me to celebrate the people I love most (including myself) with Christmas, my sister coming back from uni, both of my besties' birthdays in December and January, and my sister's 21st also being next year, I can get them the material things that show my appreciation and love.

From the day I started thinking of how to get money, I've been playing my manifestation playlist so I'm going to give you the songs I have on that playlist:

7 rings - Ariana Grande

just like magic - Ariana Grande

successful - Ariana Grande

Blessings - Big Sean feat. Drake (I'm not a fan of Drake but I have to say I'm blessed because I am)

Blessings (Reprise) - Chance the Rapper

Bankroll - BROCKHAMPTON feat. A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg (this song is really for the chorus)

Money Bag - Cardi B

Lucky Girl - Carlina

Turn to Gold - Aiza

I am - Baby Tate feat. Flo Milli

Good & Great - KEY

CoolAs - KEY

Everywhere - Chloe x Halle

Butterfly (222) - Maijah

Pretty Girl Magic - Moonlight Scorpio

Money Is Coming To Me - Eddie Watkins Jr.

I Get Paid Every Day - Mello Well

Ching Ching Ching Goes The Money Tree

XS - Rina Sawayama

You don't have to listen to all these songs, choose what gets you in the mindset that says you already have it. I love songs that also affirm that I'm capable of getting everything I want, hence why I have got what I want now and it came at the snap of my fingers. Everything I want is already mine like this money.

Listening to music and writing what I would do with the money are my favourite ways of manifesting money; you can do whatever works for you. I just wanted to share this to tell y'all that it is possible, don't doubt it. May this be the last success story you look at before you get your own success story.

Sending all the best vibes, everything you want is already yours xx

[ros3ybabe]

Daily Check-in - July 26 2023 🎀

I am so exhausted right now. This heat and my job are making me worn out, but I need the 5 I need to push through these next few days. I woke up late this morning, so I didn't have much for my morning routine besides making my bed and a cup of coffee. I got off work today and have been on the verge of sleep ever since, so my night routine was also incomplete tonight. I apologize for the inconsistencies in my habits these first few days. I'm just trying to get a hang of my work days and my routines. Finding a balance is difficult but necessary right now. I got this though, I believe in myself!!

🩷 What I Ate Today:

Breakfast - One slice of toast with mashed avocado, a sprinkle of paprika, a fried egg on 5 a side of watermelon. Of course, I had my usual morning cup of coffee!

Lunch - A small serving of spaghetti with marinara, grated parmesean cheese, a small bag of grapes given to me by a friend, and one babybel cheese.

Dinner - Ten boiled chicken potstickers with some potsticker sauce and three babybel cheeses.

Other - I drank one bottle of water containing a dissolved electrolyte tablet to rehydrate while at work, and had a second cup of coffee after work

Snacks - a quesadilla on a low carb tortilla

It was not the best day for me food wise, but the exhaustion is getting me to the point where I'm trying to eat to gain some energy, but it's only working against me right now. I think I'm going to eat yogurt for lunch tomorrow since I'll get off work early due to a weekly therapy appointment.

🩷 Workout - INCOMPLETE

Today was supposed to be a fun kpop dance cardio morning but due to waking up late and the constant and persistent fatigue, that did not happen. I will get back on track tomorrow with my scheduled workout routine.

🩷 Habits I Completed Today:

I made my bed today, and that is about it for the goals I wanted to achieve. Some days are going to be harder than others, and I expect that, so I am not going to beat myself up over one bad day. I was only capable of existing today, and sometimes existing is all we need to do until the next day comes.

🩷 Song of The Day: I Am - Baby Tate ft. Flo Milli

Thos song (and a lot of water) is the only thing that got me through work today. For me this is my ultimate manifestation song. I love the lyrics the music, the meaning. This is a new daily morning song for me!

Today was a bit underwhelming, but as I said before, all I was able to do was exist today. My energy was not there. The brain fog was intense, and even as I type this, I am fighting the urge to fall asleep. Tomorrow will be a better day for me. I found two meditation videos for morning and night that I plan to incorporate, and I will continue with my journey as planned, adapting to the situations I face as they come up.

Also, my skincare came in!! I'm so excited!!!

Thank you, lovelies!!! I believe in myself and I believe in you all! Let continue on the path to our higher selves, in whatever way that is for us, and continue to be compassionate and flexible with our constantly changing circumstances!

Til next time!!!

[s-4pphics]

need to know ur favorite musical artists

FUUUUUCKCKCCK ok ok top 10 rn

1. BEEEEYOOOONCCCÉ she’s my fucking everything she’s so mother been in love w her since i was a toddler i’m seeing her on her birthday and i’m so fucjing excited onmgmgmgmg she’s such a bird but i love her like🙄🙄🙄 she needa hurry up and leave europe omm

2. MEGAN THEE MUHFUCKIN STALLION AKA THE H TOWN HOTTIE AKA TINA SNOW like beee serriousss my loml my baby my princess i love her so fucking bad 😞😞

3. CHLOE X HALLE!!!!!!!! ive been watching them since halle was like 12 LMFAOAOAO i was eating up their youtube vids like no other in middle school😝😝 EVERYONE GO WATCH THE LITTLE MERMAID RIGHT NEEEEOOWWW

4. DOECHII 😛😛 soooo underrated like pay my sister right now😑😑😑 boutta get the second verse of spookie coochie tatted

5. RIHHHAAANNNNAAAAAAA MISS FENTTYYYY SHES A FUCKING MAWTHAAAAAAA LIKE BE SOOO SERIOUSRUURJSKS HIT AFTER HIT AFTER HIT AFTER HIT SHE DONT MISS!!!

6. FLO MILLI PRINCESS OF RAP IT GIRL MY EVERYTHING

7. MONALEOOOOOOO MY BABY IS REALLY A MOM NOW RHATS FUCKING CRAZYDUSUS

8. i’ve never said i liked kehlani out loud but like LMFAOAOAOOA she up there i guess i listen to her more than i thought tbh

9. BABY TATE🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 BABYGIRL

10. CUPCAKKE LIKEEEE EVERYONE TRIED TO MAKE HER INTO A JOKE BACK IN LIKE 2015 OR WHATEVER BUT SHE SLIDES ON EVERY SONG SHES EVER RELEASED BFFR

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whatever Flo Milli said

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Low energy shit hoe, or whatever flo milli said

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Another Lilith Post🖤

Liliths degree in your chart often points to a sin you have for ex: at a Taurus degree 2,14,26th you could have a gluttony, greed & envy problem

People shame you for what your Lilith aspects often for ex: Lilith square Venus + people shaming you for your relationships or judging you

How you rise from hate is often shown in its location for ex: if you have Lilith in the 4th 😔 you could rise over other peoples torture towards yourself via being true to yourself & letting your supressed emotions out & find a sense of belonging

The type of people your into, a while ago I said Lilith is sorta like venus in a taboo, darker, repressed way something you'd wanna keep hush🛏️😈 for ex: Lilith in Sag might want someone whose adventurous, wild or simply likes to be outside often they like people that are ambitious in every way possibly

👆contradictory to this it also sorta confusingly shows what you dislike in this archetype (Helga Pataki moment) for ex: Lilith in Aries may like super wild, rowdy, sorta tough people in relationships yet ironically detest those who are disrespectful, act disruptive or crazy which is basically the exact same category thus the resentment

Lilith Placements in certain ways is like a crazy ex yk why you got with them & liked about them --yet also why you left eachother or whatever the case is

🍭The aspects Lilith makes shows stuff about you that makes people feel negative yet also for some what attracts them towars you for ex: Lilith-Asc aspects could get envy simply for being in a room causing others to gossip & resent them however others could feel they are attractive or be magnetic to them

[songsfortimeandspace]

honestly my perspective as someone who does really like the new hozier song and has complained abt the way some fans reacted to it is that my (and a lot of other fans') problem isn't that people don't like it, but the way some people expressed that or their reasoning for it. it's fine to be like "i like this musician but this song isn't really my thing" but I've seen a lot of people complaining that this song doesn't fit this v specific image of hozier as this bog man faerie spirit guy a lot of his fans project onto him, which is completely disconnected from his actual music and the way he acts, the guy has songs where he talks abt talking Molly and listens to flo milli and Megan thee stallion, he's not fae he's just irish. it's perfectly fine to not like a song your fave released but complaining that it doesn't fit the v specific image you projected onto him and that he's "turning into ed sheeran" or whatever just cause he's featured on one edm track is kind of obnoxious, esp when a lot of people on tik tok are using the snippet they put out to be like "time to decanonize our lesbian Saint" or "go back to the woods and hybernate until you find something else" and that shit. I've also seen some people saying people don't like this new track cause they're too pretentious which I also think is just bad behaviour and annoying but overall I think a lot of us are just tired of that specific "bog man cottagecore sad girl autumn forest creature" side of the fanbase and are kinda enjoying seeing him release something that breaks that. all that to say that like. it's just a song. some of us like it and some of us don't and both are fine, but there's def people on both side who are reacting to this in really shitty ways. all the respect in the world to you not liking it, I'm gonna fucking party to hozier edm and I sincerely hope the next track he releases will be something that you will find enjoyable :) this is truly the dumbest discourse but I can't help but find it really fascinating to see the way this constructed versions of celebs we create in our heads affects the way we react to their career moves, be it the people complaining abt how this isn't sad slow "decomposing in the woods" music or people who are so defensive over hozier they think that people who are fans of this indie rock/blues musician not liking an edm track has to be some genre superiority or pretentiousness and not just them having different taste in music. this got way too long I'm so sorry for that I hope you have a good day <3

that's completely valid and I really appreciate this perspective! the nickname of the bog man or whatever has always been... cringy to say the least. my family came to the US from Ireland not long ago so I can say firsthand that it does border on being a bit offensive too.

I'm going to cut this here because my response is also long, oops

with that said, I do think it's... kind of just their own problem, you know what I mean? they dug themselves a hole by pinning a trivial, imaginary image on him, and now it's hindering their ability to enjoy the song. they have no one to blame but themselves for that so I just can't help but feel it's a little silly to frame discourse around the people who are the most unreasonable to talk to about it-- isn't discourse supposed to be a conversation? "oh this is not my magical fairy music therefore I don't like it" doesn't make for good, fulfilling conversation.

also, I've received a number of messages expressing the same sentiment as you, but you're the only person who has been nice about it. in fact, a number of people have accused me of not liking the song for projecting that image onto him when I haven't said anything even close to that. we're at a point now where fans think "I don't like this song" is synonymous with "I project this weird image onto Hozier," or "I don't think artists should be allowed to try new things," which is almost more annoying than the image itself. I noticed this pattern on tiktok too-- the people defending the song/hozier are being needlessly aggressive and mean about it, and I dunno, in my mind that's worse than having a shitty take about a song with no nuance whatsoever. honestly, I kind of find "oh you just don't like it because you romanticize him" to be as lazy of a take as "I want my fae music". (I'm not saying you're doing this, by the way. I responded to your message because you're being reasonable and thoughtful about it. I'm talking more generally about what I've seen fans say)

I don't know if you follow me or if you just found me through this discourse, but in my original post I talked about how this happened with Lorde too-- fans started saying that anyone who didn't like her new album was just mad that she isn't depressed anymore, and I can't stress enough as a professional in the music industry how those statements were worse for Lorde than the ones saying it sounded like Old Navy music. are fans a reflection of the artist? not necessarily. but will those fans turn other people away? yeah, time and time again. also, artists really rely on feedback from their fans. if a lot of fans say it sounds like Old Navy music, as harsh as it may be, it's pretty helpful to the artist and their team as they figure out what to do next. it's not so helpful when people rush to their defense and make sweeping statements like "you just want the artist to be sad". critical conversation about music is important for our own enjoyment and for the artist! (though, this is a bit less relevant with a feature because it’s not hozier’s song-- he only had so much influence on it, you know? but I’m just talking about people’s need to run to an artist’s defense all the time)

So, in short, I do agree with you that both sides are being toxic and ridiculous over a feature that he was most likely contractually obligated to do , but truthfully I think one side is being a bit worse than the other. you seem to agree with that, but we just disagree on which side is doing more harm, and that's fine! I do appreciate you coming here and talking about it civilly, you seem like a very kind person. I'm so happy you enjoy the song and I'm excited for you to party to it! even though I don't personally like it, I do hang out with a lot of EDM fans so I'm sure I'll be doing my fair share of shots to it too! maybe it will grow on me that way. sorry for the TedTalk length post, Jesus Christ I did not mean for it to be this long

[twilightfansofcolor]

Black!Bella (New Moon edition)

wc: 1.7k

So the summer is here and Bella is on cloud 9

Without a doubt one of the best summers ever

When her leg healed up, Charlie took her hiking just like when she was little, or they’d go to La Push to look at the tidepools or they’d just go to Seattle to visit the aquarium

Sleepovers with Jessica and Angela where they’d stay up watching Studio Ghibli movies, binge watching the Vogue and Harper’s Bazaar YouTube channels, giving each other makeovers and giving each other recommendations about skin care products

Long conversations with Renee about college

Renee thinks Bella should try a school in New York

Charlie wants her to go an HBCU

She never told Charlie that she filled out applications for NYU and a school in Louisiana that she liked, and that she was expecting to hear back from them soon

Bella and Edward would spend hours at their favorite bookstore chain in Port Angeles looking through the summer releases

They went there so much they were offered membership cards where they’d get 15% off every purchase

Sleepovers with Alice where Bella would constantly ask her what she saw in that C*nfederate 

Bella’s first few weeks of school fall around the same time as her birthday

She doesn’t have that many classes with Edward or Alice which she finds odd since Forks High is a small school

 Bella’s birthday is pretty much canon

Renee gave her a gift box of her favorite Godiva chocolate, makeup and skincare products while Charlie got her a Nintendo Switch with a few games so they could play against each other on Mario Kart.

The birthday party is still the same and ends in disaster 

Edward starts distancing himself from her, and so does Alice

Alice doesn’t wait for her outside her art class so they could walk to physics 

Something is wrong, Bella can feel it in her bones even though Angela and Jessica tell her that it’s probably nothing

Bella is bracing for whatever is coming. Could it be Victoria seeking revenge and Edward doesn’t know how to tell her?

Something worse, much worse

Bella listens to him tell her that they have to leave Forks and it takes her a minute to realize that the Cullens have to leave town without her

“In the hospital, you said you’d stay!”

“As long as it was safe for you, and after what happened at the party, it’s clearly not safe for me to be around you, Bella.”

Edward kisses her on the forehead one last time before he leaves, probably forever 

Charlie isn’t home from work so she just works on dinner in a daze with the television volume up as loud as she can stand it, NCIS blaring from the living room

Charlie confronts her when he finds out that the Cullens left town and that’s when she just cries, acknowledging it for the first time in hours

The following weeks after his departure are touch and go. 

She goes weeks without getting her hair braided, and just keeps it in a bun/poof 

Bella doesn’t wear makeup no matter how many times Charlie tries to entice her with the Vogue YouTube channel

“C’mon Bella, you love Saweetie,” Charlie said as if she were a toddler again, trying to get her to eat Cauliflower 

It isn’t until Charlie calls her mom that she snaps out of it and Renee tells her what she needs to know

“Bella, I know you’re going through a hard time, but you have other things you need to be worrying about. It hurts, I know, but moping around ain’t gonna bring him back, and you’re not the first person to be dumped. You’re getting ready to graduate high school in less than a year, and you need to start thinking about your future.”

Renee had never spoken to her like that before but she realized her mom was right, she did need to start thinking about her plans for the future

After giving herself two more days to cry it out, Bella gets right back to business

She’s blasting Flo Milli while she gets ready for school, gets a new wardrobe and is now tutoring kids in school and La Push for some extra cash

Which is how she runs into Jacob again

She helps him with biology which turns into Charlie coming home and finding the two of them watching Guy's Grocery Games and arguing about which contestant they think is getting the boot next

Not that he’s complaining. He’s secretly hoping they’d get together

One Friday night in February, Bella invites him to the movies with a few friends from school

And it starts to go downhill when Jacob threatens Mike, who got sick halfway through the movie

Jacob reveals his feelings for Bella but she has to reject his advances

She loves Jacob, he’s been so sweet to her, but she cannot handle another relationship when she’s barely over the first one

When Bella calls him on Saturday morning to apologize, he doesn’t pick up the phone or answer any of her texts but she thinks nothing of it, chalking it up to him being sick

The next time she calls, she calls the house and Billy tells her Jacob is feeling better but that he’s not up for visitors, so she takes matters into her own hands

She spends the entire morning parked outside his house waiting for him

Bella doesn’t recognize him, he’s a lot bigger, his hair is shorter and his usually warm brown eyes look cold

Jacob tells her to go home and not to come back and Bella knows that Sam finally got him like he did Embry and he proceeds to tell her how he’s not good enough for her like the Cullens and alludes to the fact that he knows the Cullens’ secret

“You’ve been lying to everyone. Charlie… but you can’t lie to me, Bella. Go home. Or you’re gonna get hurt.”

She just stands there in the cold rain, getting soaked from head to toe, and she can’t tell if she’s crying or if it’s just the rain hitting her face

She has a strange dream involving a brown wolf the size of a horse, Jacob, and surprisingly, Edward

Bella confronts Jacob again, this time almost getting into it with Paul who turns into a wolf right in front her

Embry and Jared take her back to Sam’s house where she meets Emily

Bella and Emily get along well, and she finds out Emily is from the Makah tribe in Neah Bay, but she’s an elementary school math teacher’s assistant at the tribal school

She’s relieved when Jacob comes back to the house, safe and free of scratches and they walk along the beach and catch up

Bella is just happy that her friend is back and she vents about what’s really been bothering her: the encounter with Laurent, saying that Victoria is still looking for him

“You don’t have to worry about them. We took down the one with the locs easy enough.”

It doesn’t register for a minute so she just stands there, trying to make sense of it. “Y-you… killed Laurent?”

At this point, Bella is crying with tears of joy, her mascara smearing with tears and Jacob just holding her

Their friendship is back to normal in no time and pick up right where they left off

Bella has to remind Charlie, Angela and Jessica several times that she’s not dating Jacob 

Not that she hasn’t thought about it

It would be so easy, and both of their dads would be happy, and she wouldn’t have to lie like she does with Charlie and any of her friends

One day they’re just driving around, goofing off when she sees a group of kids jumping from the cliff

She’s getting her phone out to dial 911 before Jake stops her and tells her that they’re just cliff diving

Jacob offers to take her sometime, maybe when it’s warmer out, promising they’ll start at the lower level

It’s dark when they pull up to her house and Bella starts to invite him in for dinner when she notices a familiar car parked down the street

Bella remembers everything about that car, the quiet engine as she sat in the back seat while his C*nfederate brother drove them to Phoenix, the feel of the leather seats as she slept.

They go in anyway, and Bella is surprised to see Alice sitting on the couch reading a magazine, but she needs Bella’s help because Edward is in trouble

The audacity. The sheer fucking audacity

“I haven’t heard from you in almost a year. You avoided me in the halls, you blocked my number and my email, but now when you reappear from thin air I’m supposed to help you? What do I get out of this?”

Alice insists that Edward needs Bella’s help, that she can’t do this without her

At this point Bella knows that Charlie put a tracking device on her phone, and she’s not going to risk it

Jacob begging her not to go, and she really doesn’t want to go either

Instead she writes a quick letter telling Edward not to do what he’s thinking of doing just because they’re not together, saying that she’s happy with how her life is and she gives it to Alice to pass along

Despite EVERYTHING that happened, she wants him to be safe, so Bella gives Alice the letter

“What does this mean? Would they come back?” Jacob asked after Alice had left.

Bella knows what would happen if all of the Cullens came back: more young Quileute kids turning into wolves, and she doesn’t want that to happen, but she can’t stop it from happening either

“I really have no clue, but that’s their decision, and I have no hand in that game.”

It takes three days before the Cullens return to Forks, and she’s facing Edward again one day in the woods behind her house

Bella just tells him everything she’s been feeling since he left and more

“There isn’t any hope for us, there probably never was, and we can’t pretend any of this never happened, Edward. You know that. We can’t go back to normal, because it wasn’t normal in the first place. You were right the first time, and I should’ve listened.”

It goes without saying that Bella is going to keep the secret, but she’s also going to move on with her life, and wants Edward to do the same

Alexa, play “Clean” by Taylor Swift

[softthighs]

i like cash from my head to my ass do the dash can you make it go fast or whatever flo milli said 😜💯

[hymn2000]

Ideal Confusion - MCU AU Fanfic - C14

(Title subject to change)

Story summary: Giving into the constant pressure from the press, Tony decides to put a rest to the rumours that Peter is his biological son - once and for all.

Previous Chapter(s): 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Part of my Frostiron and Spiderson series.

Warnings/themes: family, family stuff, adoption, DNA test(s), pressure, peer pressure, social issues, mentions of alcoholism, mental health problems, potentially some minor medical inaccuracies, mentions of corporal punishment, hurt/comfort,mentions of suicide

You can also find me on AO3

Chapter 14 - Bitter Fingers

-

He knew exactly what he was doing, thumping out heavy, almost furious, soulful notes, singing the words perfectly, with feeling, with vigour, with a real sense of urgency. 

“You’re good” Tony said, once he’d finished the song.

Peter slowly turned to him. He’d had a feeling he was being watched; he just hadn’t realised who by. They’d ended up in another argument after Li had left the previous day, and hadn’t spoken since. He turned back to the piano.

“I know”

“Why don’t you play something else? Something classical?”

“I don’t want to”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t” Peter said, putting his hands back on the keys.

“Well, play something more upbeat”

Peter paused, thinking, and then started playing. At first Tony seemed almost approving, but as the first verse flew by, his expression changed.

“-Think I'm gonna kill myself, cause a little suicide, stick around for a couple of da-”

“PETER!”

“What?! You told me to play something more upbeat!”

“I didn’t mean this! This song is so insensitive”

“Sir Elton tried to kill himself thrice:- I think he’s within his rights to sing about it” 

“That doesn’t mean you are!”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Peter scowled. “Why are you up here?”

“I wanted to see you play”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re my son, maybe?”

“Oh, so I’m your son now, am I?”

Tony sighed. “Don’t start”

“I’m not starting anything” Peter shrugged, looking back at his piano, studying the front as though he had a songbook open. 

“I thought you liked performing. You’ve been singing to your father, haven’t you?”

“He actually wants to listen, and he’s not in denial”

“What makes you think I’m in denial?”

Peter gave him a look, looking so similar to Loki that for a moment, Tony wasn’t sure how to react. Eventually, he just sighed and sat down next to Peter, taking his MP3.

“I’ll choose something for you. You can play by ear, right?”

“I’m playing Sir Elton” Peter said. “Don’t mess with my playlist”

“Alright, calm down. How about Crocodile Rock? That’s an upbeat one”

“Maybe I don’t want to play anything upbeat. Stop messing with my stuff”

Peter tried to snatch the player back, but Tony held it out of his reach. 

“Fine. Do you think you can play I Guess That’s Why They Call It The Blues?”

“Maybe I don’t want to take your suggestions” Peter snatched the player back, scrolling through. “If it’ll make you go away, I’ll play a less sad one, but this is as good as you’re gonna get”

He put his player down, shifted position so he wouldn’t clash elbows with Tony, and once again set to the ivories. In some ways, it was easy to block Tony out, even with him so close. But in other ways, he liked knowing he was there. More than that, he liked knowing that he was good:- he could play, and he could sing, and he’d achieved every bit of it without any help, knowledge, input, or support from the man sat beside him, who just so happened to be part of the reason why he was ever born. He could feel himself being watched, but he made sure never to look at him, and he just kept performing, feeling melancholy, but triumphant - almost like he wanted to stick out his tongue at his father and shout; “nah nah ne nah nah, look what I can do without you!”. But instead he just kept singing.

“...If someone else is suffering enough, oh to write it down. When every single word makes sense, then it's easier to have those songs around. The kick inside is in the line that finally gets to you, and it feels so good to hurt so bad, and suffer just enough to sing the blues. So turn 'em on, turn 'em on, turn on those sad songs. When all hope is gone, why don't you tune in and turn them on..?”

-

Peter took his headphones off. For a moment there was silence, and then Tony turned and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him close. Peter stayed still, hardly even daring to breathe. He wasn’t sure he trusted Tony’s intentions, whatever they might be, and after some of the things that had been said over the past couple of days, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be near him at all. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke, surprising himself.

“Just because I love you the most, that doesn’t mean you’re the best parent”

-

Loki looked over Tony’s shoulder. 

“What are you looking at?”

“Just an email from the school. They’re doing a huge show at the end of term”

“I thought we’d essentially decided to withdraw him from the school?”

“Yeah... But maybe we should send him back now. Let him finish the term”

Loki was quiet for a moment. “Why the change of heart? You don’t want him to end up leaving out of someone else’s choice, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well. Let’s be honest; if he were at a mainstream school, and-or you weren’t his father, he’d probably have been expelled by now”

Tony took his hand away from his mouth. “...Am I a bad parent?”

“Sometimes”

Tony couldn’t help but laugh slightly. “Thanks for the brutal honesty”

“Do you really think I’m going to lie to you? Especially after the way you’ve been since we got those DNA results?”

Tony didn’t respond. Loki sighed, looking at the email on Tony’s screen. 

“Is there really much point sending him back for two weeks?”

Tony shrugged. “Get him out from under our feet?”

“Charming. And here I was thinking you’d turned a corner”

“I was joking!” Tony exclaimed, showing a glimmer of personality for the first time all day. “It might be good for him to get out of the house, and tie up loose ends. I don’t think he’s talked to any of the Bunnies since the last time he was there”

“Well, if you took the time to stop sulking and actually speak to him, you’d know that he’s still been talking to Flo, and he’s even made amends with Millie”

“And Macy?”

Loki grimaced. “Still a touchy subject, I think”

Tony sighed heavily. “They were such a cute little group. It was good that he had proper friends. He’d never really had them before”

“Well, maybe not, but I can’t say I think it’s that important. From what I’ve learnt, humans don’t often keep their school friends throughout the rest of their lives anyway”

“That’s not-” Tony stopped, and sighed. “Go and get him, would you?”

“I think he’s busy”

“Loki” 

“Alright, alright. I’ll go and get him”

-

Loki waited until Peter’s song had finished, and then gently laid a hand on his shoulder. Peter jumped slightly, pulling his headphones off.

“Oh, it’s just you”

“Your presence is requested in the kitchen”

Peter whined. “Do I have to?”

“Yes”

“Why? What does he want?”

“He wants to ask you something”

“What?”

“I shouldn’t say”

“Aww, please!”

Loki took one look at Peter’s puppy-dog eyes and gave in. “Fine, but don’t let on I’ve told you. He wants to ask how you feel about finishing the term at school”

“Oh” Peter said. “Well, sure. It’s only a couple of weeks, isn’t it?”

“Yes. Do you think you can stay out of trouble for that long?” 

Peter shrugged. “Maybe~. You’ll relay my message, won’t you?” He turned back to the piano.

“Hey, you’re not getting out of it that easily!”

“Aww, but daddy! I’ve nearly nailed that hard piano riff in Burn Down The Mission! It’ll throw off my groove if I stop now!”

“You’ll just have to practice later” Loki said, taking hold of him and lifting him into his arms. “Come along, Elton. Better not leave him waiting too much longer”

-

Peter couldn’t work out why Tony didn’t seem satisfied with his answer. He stayed where he was on Loki’s hip, feeling somehow tiny and mighty at the same time. 

“You’ll go back tomorrow then”

“Why tomorrow?”

“Why not? It’s Monday. Better day than any” Tony said. “You’d better find your uniform so we can get it ready”

“By ‘we’, I take it you mean me?” Loki said.

“Um-”

Loki laughed. “Don’t look so scared! I’ll sort it”

Peter looked at both of his parents, but settled on Tony. 

“This is going to be my last term, isn’t it?”

Tony didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. 

“Did you need anything else?”

“No...”

“Can I go back to my piano now?”

“Maybe take a little break” Loki said. “Your hands must be aching after all that playing”

“I’m fine!”

“Hold your hands out”

Peter did as he was told, reluctantly, and with a bit of difficulty due to his position. Thank god for strong thighs, he thought to himself. Loki took one look at the boys shaking hands and shook his head.

“Let them rest, sweetheart”

“It’s just a trapped muscle” Peter tried.

“You really shouldn’t try to lie to someone as good at it as I am” Loki said.

“Well, I don’t want to lounge about doing nothing” Peter pouted. 

“No amount of baby-face is going to make me change my mind”

Tony watched them together. Bar a few unsavoury incidents after May’s death, Loki always managed to hold it together and be a good father to Peter. As much as he hated to admit it, Tony knew that it was him who was always rubbish is times of crisis. Loki was right; he was a bad father sometimes. Especially since finding out he was a biological father. 

“Why don’t we go for a swim?” he suggested.

Loki and Peter stopped and looked at him, Peter glaring, and Loki very nearly doing the same. 

“...Theoretically... Could a god impregnate a human woman at the same time as a human man, and have shared parentage with the human, so like, the kid had three bio parents?”

Loki looked at him, searching his face. He glanced at Peter, and then back at his husband. He knew what he was getting at.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Anthony”

-

They didn’t go for a swim. Tony started sulking again and went down to the lab, not doing proper work; just attempting to make comprehensive shapes out of solder, while Loki tried in vain to teach Peter some magic upstairs. 

“It doesn’t seem to be taking” he said eventually. 

“Maybe humans can’t do it” Peter said. “I can kinda feel it when you put your hands over mine, but I can’t make any of that feeling come to me naturally, yknow?”

“Well, perhaps you aren’t made to do magic. Maybe you need a spark to begin with.. Ah well. Your talents lie elsewhere”

“I guess so” 

Peter closed his eyes, trying to focus on pushing energy to his fingertips like Loki had said. No matter how hard he tried, it still just seemed so much more like a concept and a metaphor than an actual physical thing he could do. He gave up and opened his eyes.

“It doesn’t work. Can’t you like, transfer your magic to me or something?”

Loki laughed slightly. “It doesn’t really work like that, chick. Now, you should probably go and get all your school stuff together; save having to do it last thing”

“Aw, it’s gonna be tough having to get up in the morning. I’ve completely fucked up my sleep schedule”

“I guessed as much. And don’t swear: you know your dad’ll go spare if he hears you”

“That’s his problem”

“It won’t be when you’re over his knee now, will it? Now go and find your uniform. We’ll sort everything physical and then work on a game plan”

“Alright. But can I ask you something first?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, an always ambiguous notion in situations such as this.

“Why have you been looking at houses to buy in Scotland?”

“Peter, I told you to go and get your uniform”

Peter sighed, shrugged, and went to do as he was told. 

-

He was distracted from his Loki-based thoughts when he found the uniform. It felt weird thinking this would be the last term he’d wear it. He’d hated it so much at the start, and he wasn’t exactly a huge fan now, but oddly, he felt almost attached to it. Aside from the hat. He’d never worn that. In fact, the only thing he’d really done with it, aside from hate it, was use it as a frisbee. It made a surprisingly good one in a pinch. He’d worn Flo’s school hat a few times when she’d put it on him, but the girls had straw hats with ribbon, which were quite universal, and even looked cute on some people. A far cry from the horrible little peaked caps the boys had, which suited only the smallest of the first years and exactly five people in Peter’s years group, one of which was Macy. St Hendricks certainly had its downsides, but at least, despite everyone owning them, the hats weren’t strictly enforced. It had saved a lot of embarrassment. 

Peter looked at his uniform, specifically the jacket and tie. Come to think of it, they’d both taken quite a beating. He was actually on his third tie: he’d train-tracked his first one so badly that the bottom six inches were unrecognisable as a school tie, and he’d been told he had to either buy another one or go on uniform report, and he’d set the second one on fire with a bunsen burner to set the fire alarm off after a teacher had told him that being a famous persons son didn’t give him any right not to pay attention in class. He was still quite proud of that one. Malaki had taken the blame for him though, so he’d never seen any real repercussions for it. 

As for his blazer... well, it was only Loki’s surprisingly perfect sewing and washing skills that had made it last as long as it had. It had been stained with everything you could think of, from blood to poster paint, and somehow still come up clean. It had also suffered it’s fair share of ripped seams and torn lining, and of course the time the back seam had completely given up following a particularly rough drama lesson - another incident which had nearly landed him on uniform report as well as in detention. 

It was quite funny, in a way, how he was perceived at that school. At Midtown, he’d been a bit of a loner, a bit of an outcast, but generally a model pupil. At St Hendricks, he was generally considered a hell-raiser - and it was the teachers who had said that first, not him. When he really thought about it, he could almost understand where they were coming from. Malaki aside, they were used to everyone falling into line and behaving like young ladies and gentlemen. So Peter rocking up and throwing tantrums (and fists), catapulting rubbers at the back of Nigel’s head, pushing Malaki into the swimming pool in the middle of lessons, and pulling drainpipes off the wall while retrieving footballs from the roof was probably a bit of a culture shock for them. 

Not that everyone seemed to mind. A lot of people seemed to have a bit of a soft spot for him, for whatever reason. He’d even quickly won over the new PE teacher, despite famously being bent over the equipment trolley and paddled with a cricket bat during the teachers first week at the school. Even then, he hadn’t really hit him hard (and nowhere near as hard as he’d hit Nigel, who was by his side being disciplined a little bit too often). N-Pet, as he’d quickly become known, was, along with Mr Musgrove, one of Peter’s biggest defenders. Peter had become very good at using his small and quiet side to his advantage, even to such an extent as causing havoc and running to hide behind a teacher he knew would have his back. Maybe he was a little bastard, Peter thought. But maybe that made sense, considering the school he went to. 

Peter took Loki his uniform, but he didn’t stop. He went to sort out his school bag, thinking deeply as he did so. He’d been so sure he’d hate the school, but he didn’t really, not so much. He’d made friends fast enough, and he’d had good times. And weird times. Especially where Nigel was concerned...

Nigel was certainly weird. Him and Peter had essentially been sworn enemies since day one, but, for some reason, Nigel always defended Peter, even covering his back to stop him getting into trouble. And then there was all of their store cupboard encounters. And the time Nigel had asked him to the dance. And that time at Nigel’s when-... Well, Peter didn’t like to think about that. It had ended in an argument anyway, which was very on form. Peter still didn’t know what to make of Nigel, but he was sure Nigel didn’t know what to make of him either. Maybe it was one of those questions that didn’t really need an answer. He didn’t suppose he’d ever see him again after the end of term anyway.

He hoped he’d still see Flo. And Millie. He wasn’t sure about Macy yet, or Malaki. He supposed the next couple of weeks would be a final hurdle where the latter two were concerned.

-

Loki went to find Peter a little later on.

“I was getting worried” he said. “You just disappeared”

“Sorry...”

“...What are you listening to?”

“...It’s called Black Tables”

Loki sat down beside him on the bed. He knew that look, and he suddenly knew why Peter had been alone in here for the past few hours. Peter kept his eyes on his hands. He’d gone too deep into his thoughts, and he knew making eye contact would be fatal.

“You should try playing this some time” Loki said. “It’s got plenty of piano in it”

Peter nodded slightly. Loki was quiet for a moment, and then he rested a hand on Peter’s.

“Sweetheart”

Peter looked up at him, and burst into tears. 

“Oh, sweetheart...” 

Loki carefully put his arms round the boy. At first, Peter didn’t move, but he gave in soon enough and he held onto his father as he cried. Loki slowly tightened his loose grip, and Peter cried harder. He rested his cheek against the top of the boys head, and rocked him gently.

-

The bedroom door burst open, making them both jump.

“Tony! You nearly blew the bloody door off!” Loki scowled. 

“Don’t exaggerate” he looked at Peter, snug in Loki’s arms. “Have you got all your stuff ready for school?”

Peter seemed to shrink away from him. He stayed quiet.

“I asked you a question, Peter!” Tony snapped.

“Don’t shout at him!” Loki shook his head disapprovingly and hugged Peter tighter. “It’s all ready; don’t you worry about that”

“Good. What do you want for tea?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it” Loki said. “I’ve got my hands full”

Tony sighed. “What’s up with him now?”

“I don’t know yet”

He held Peter protectively, trying to shield him - but Peter had other ideas. 

“You’re what’s wrong!” he suddenly shouted. “You’d know that if you cared”

“Sorry, I’m what’s wrong?” Tony said, shocked. “Don’t be ridiculous!”

“I’m not being ridiculous!” Peter shot back. “You could at least admit to how you’ve been acting!”

He tried to pull away, but Loki held onto him, adjusting his hold slightly.

“Peter, stop it” he said. “This isn’t the time for an argument”

“Well, why not?! When is the time?”

“Peter, I said stop”

Peter went quiet, but growled defensively when Tony sat down next to Loki. 

“I think we need to talk, don’t you?” he said. He glanced at Loki. “Just the two of us?”

Peter clung to Loki. He had a bad feeling about this. 

“Well... I could always go and get started on tea” Loki said, letting go of Peter.

“No! Don’t go!” 

Loki couldn’t ignore the urgency in his voice. “What is it?”

“Please don’t leave me alone with him!” Peter begged, keeping tight hold of Loki’s shirt. “He’s gonna do something to me!”

“Oh for gods sake!” Tony fumed. “You’re being ridiculous! You’re just getting all muddled in that silly little mind of yours”

“Tony! Don’t speak to him like that!” 

“Like what?! I thought you were going to sort some food out?”

“I’m not leaving, not when he’s scared”

“He’s not scared; he’s just attention seeking!” Tony insisted. He narrowed his eyes at Peter. “You need to start behaving yourself”

In Peter’s ears, that sounded like a threat. 

“See?! He’s gonna hurt me if you leave!”

“I’m not gonna hurt you! And if I was gonna smack you - which I should, considering your attitude as of late - I’d have no qualms about doing it in front of your father”

Peter started crying all over again.

“Oh, that’s it; turn on the water-works”

“Tony, that’s enough!” Loki snapped, pulling Peter close. “You’re upsetting him, and I’m not sure I like the look in your eyes either”

There was a short silence, and Tony stood up.

“I’m gonna get started on tea”

“You do that”

-

Peter was more than just a little reluctant about going through to the kitchen for tea, but Loki managed to coax him. There was still a heavy atmosphere between the three of them, and Peter’s spidey senses were still giving him grief. As a result, he couldn’t settle. Everything tasted weird, and his throat was tight, so eating wasn’t easy. 

About halfway through the meal, Loki excused himself and stood up. 

“W-wait, where are you going?!” Peter squeaked, struggling up and scurrying after him.

“Hey, hey, don’t look so scared!” Loki said, stopping him. “I’m just going to empty my bladder: I’m going to do myself an injury if I hold it any longer. Finish your tea”

He carefully detached Peter’s hands from his shirt. Peter watched the door close behind him. Suddenly the kitchen felt a little too bright, and he became hyper-aware of the fact that Tony had been watching him. He swallowed, his mouth feeling and tasting weird, as though he’d just had a nosebleed. 

He snapped round quickly when Tony stood up, and took a few steps back. 

“I’m just about sick to death of you, young man” Tony growled. “Now, come here!”

Peter shook his head, his pulse beating in his ears, and took another step back.

“Right”

Tony grabbed hold of him. Ordinarily he wouldn’t have been a match for the boy - but all of Peter’s fight seemed to have disappeared, and all he could do was gasp and flinch as Tony tugged him closer. 

“I’m sick of all your attention seeking and drama performances. You need to learn how to behave yourself”

Peter tried to say something - anything - but that familiar horrible feeling was welling in his throat, choking his words as though he were talking to a complete stranger. The seconds seemed to be dragging, and he felt hot and sick and helpless, unable to speak, shaking, but hardly able to move. He tried hard to pull free from Tony’s iron grip - and was suddenly smacked, hard. It made him jump and flinch at the same time, and before he’d really comprehended what had happened, he was over Tony’s lap, and he was smacked again. And again. And again.

It hadn’t always hurt this much, Peter was sure of it. And it definitely didn’t use to make him feel sick like this, or set his senses off like this. And he’d never been so overcome with fear as to cause his selective mutism to act against his parents. He completely froze, stuck, unable to even gasp audibly. 

But then he heard footsteps. And the door. And then he was suddenly back on his feet - but only just. 

“What the hell is going on here?! It’s no wonder he was so scared earlier if this is the way you’ve decided to treat him!” Loki shouted, putting an arm out to support the trembling Peter. “Those DNA results should have strengthened your bond, if anything:- not made you turn against him!”

“This is nothing to do with that!” Tony insisted. “He doesn’t know how to behave! Cutting discipline out of our parenting-”

“We didn’t cut out discipline! We-” he stopped, looking at Peter. “Are you ok?”

Peter shook his head. He suddenly found his feet, and was out of there in a flash. There was a pause, and then Loki picked up where he left off.

“Just because we stopped smacking him, that doesn’t mean we stopped disciplining him, and you know that as well as I do. And that” he said, gesturing. “Was definitely not what we used to do! I saw, and that was a proper wallop; that wasn’t the kind of thing we ever agreed on. Don’t get me wrong, Anthony: I knew you were going to hit him again sometime soon. But I expected a little spanking, not a good attempt at knocking the living daylights out of the poor thing! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I don’t know! I was angry! He’s been doing my head in!”

“You’re not allowed to pull that card! It’s no excuse for what you’ve just done! You’re angry at yourself; not him!”

“How’d you work that one out?”

“Because I know you, Anthony Edward Stark! And so I should, considering how long we’ve been together. Peter has not done a single malicious thing since we got those DNA results, unlike you, Mister Stark. Ok, maybe he’s done a few bitchy little things, but only in retaliation to the things you’ve done first. And besides, you’re meant to be the grown-up here: why don’t you try to act like it?”

“...I haven’t been that  bad”

“Is that so? Why don’t we reflect? How about the day we found out? Not forgetting of course your insensitive crack at my infertility, but how about causing an argument over him moving a tub of coffee, which ended in you slapping him across the face? Or how about ignoring all his calls and texts? Sure, you seemed better after that night away, but then you got back to causing arguments and having a go at him for no reason. And-”

“Ok, ok, I get it!” Tony interrupted. “I’m just stressed”

“Oh, and I’m not? Good god. I’m glad he’s going back to school: it’s probably in his best interests to be away from you right now”

There was a short silence. 

“I’m not a bad parent, Loki”

Loki looked at him. He looked at the uncertainty on his face, and the tears in his eyes. He kept looking hard at him, and as soon as Tony started crying, he looked away. 

“I’m going to go and check on my son” he said, and left Tony to his own devices.

-

Loki fully expected Peter to be cuddled up with his elephant, so he was surprised not to see him there. The en suite was empty, as was the bed - both on and under. He stood for a moment, thinking, and then went to his own room, only to find that empty too. He checked the reading nook, and the garden balcony, and then stopped. He knew where to go.

-

Loki opened the door to the store cupboard by the swimming pool. There, beside the mop buckets under the shelf, was exactly what he was looking for. 

“Now, this takes me back” he said gently.

Peter didn’t protest when Loki sat down beside him. He was hugging the May bear, resting his cheek on it’s head. It was made out of a shirt that had been in the box May’s work had given Peter. It usually lived on a shelf, displayed proudly, out of harms way, and Loki had long since learnt how bad a sign it was to find it in Peter’s arms. 

“...Do you ever wonder how his dad was with him?” Peter mumbled, breaking a long silence.

Loki paused. “I don’t think all those scars are from adulthood, if that’s what you mean”

“You dad was abusive, right?”

“Odin? Well. Not physically. Mentally, and emotionally, I think... But when your brain is wired as strangely as mine, it’s hard to work out what was wrong and what wasn’t. He was never really a father, not in the right way. I was there for the wrong reasons. He only saved me to use me as a bargaining chip. He never liked me. I don’t care anymore”

“What about your mum?”

“Ah. Well, she was definitely my mother. I suppose a part of me thought she always would be”

“So what happened?”

Loki smiled sadly. “I fell in love. I haven’t seen her since before I moved in with Tony”

“That’s a long time. It’s gotta hurt, right?” he paused. “She wrote to you”

Loki nodded. “She sent a wedding present. From Odin as well, supposedly”

“Did you ever reply?”

“No” Loki sighed. “There comes a time when it just feels pointless. It would be like looking up someone you met once in a pub and trying to have a meaningful conversation”

“Would you see her again? If you had the chance?”

“The way I see it” Loki said. “If she had wanted to stay in my life, she would have made an effort. There’s a lot stopping me from returning to Asgard. Nothing is stopping her from coming to Midgard”

“Does it still bother you?”

“Sometimes”

Peter raised his head, not looking at Loki, but more open now. 

“Why do some people have such hard lives?”

“It’s simply the luck of the draw”

“We’ve got dreadful luck”

Loki laughed slightly. “Maybe. But we’ve had some good luck too”

“Maybe...”

“Well, I got to adopt you, didn’t I? Despite the circumstances leading to it, that’s some luck, isn’t it?”

A small smile tugged at Peter’s lips. “Maybe”

Loki looked round the store room. There was time when they spent a considerable amount of time in here together. For whatever reason, after May died, it had become Peter’s hiding place. It had stayed that way for a long time, but now it was a little unusual to find him there, and definitely not a good thing. 

“Are you ready to come back upstairs?”

Peter nodded slightly.

“Ok...” Loki picked the boy up carefully, feeling almost as though he’d gone back in time. 

-

Loki sat cross-legged on Tony’s bed, watching him carefully. He was sat looking through a photo album, wet tears still on his face. 

“I’ve never been great at the hard stuff, have I? I mean... Even that year he came to stay with us, and you were so ill... I didn’t treat you great then, did I? I was kinda dreadful to you at times. And I cracked after May died. I guess we all did, but still... All that year... Even that first Christmas, I was all cross. Overreacting to the curfew thing a bit, I guess. And then when he had that building site accident, and the way he played up at that party, I got all cross about that too”

“We both got cross about the party. He did show us up a bit”

“Mmm... I was rubbish with the Kindsprengen stuff. Well, not the take-down, but the kid bit, especially that first week... And I guess I’m kinda responsible for your downfall after the IVF thing”

“You didn’t force the bottle into my hand”

“No, but I enabled it. I was too busy drowning my own sorrows to even listen to you, so you just did what I was doing. We basically isolated ourselves together. I was bad with the kid then, too. Said I’d keep visiting even though you were ill and couldn’t. And didn’t... Gave him up... Argued a fair bit last Christmas too...”

“What are you thinking?”

Tony lowered the album and looked at Loki. 

“I’ve been really bad lately. I don’t think my meds are working anymore. I don’t think they’ve worked for a while now”

Loki didn’t seem to react, but his eyes moved, and they said everything. 

“Tomorrow” Tony said. “You know people will rush me through”

He looked back at the album for a moment, and then closed it carefully. Loki watched him get up and put it back on the special shelf with the wedding album. 

“Do you think we should do couples counselling? Or, like, family counselling?”

“I think we’d be better off actually talking to each other before dragging someone else into it”

Tony sat back down beside him. “You want to say something else. I can tell”

Loki took a deep breath. “Maybe it’s just as well I’m infertile”

Completely without warning, both men broke down in tears. As if by magnetism, they found themselves in each others arms, and as horrible as they both felt, it was still good to hold each other.

-

Peter looked relieved but reproachful when his door opened.

“I thought you weren’t coming”

“I had a few things to sort out. I thought you might have fallen asleep by now”

“I tried, but... I don’t know. Everything hurts and it’s kinda keeping my mind awake”

Loki picked Peter up and sat down with him in his lap. Neither of them said anything for some minutes. 

“...Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?”

Peter nodded. 

“Ok... Grab a cuddly toy”

-

Peter had always liked Loki’s room, and times like this made him regret not taking advantage of being allowed in there so much anymore. It always felt a little ethereal; strange and different, as though it wasn’t really part of the house. It was like a little window into Loki’s mind that showed you what he loved the most, and what made him feel the calmest and safest. It was his comfortable space. Peter couldn’t help but notice how Loki seemed to relax as soon as he closed the door behind them. As though he’d arrived home.

He was quiet. Silent, even. Peter didn’t say anything either. He let Loki set him down on the bed and tuck his toy Peter Rabbit in beside him. He lay there, looking around him while Loki was in the bathroom. Peter liked most everything in this room, from the silken sheets to the family photos, to the old Snoopy on the chair by the wardrobe, to the deep rug by the bed. The only thing he didn’t like was the Betty Boop lamp. None of the little statues bothered him, but the lamp was a big one that was essentially a light up ornament, and it always seemed to watch him. He sat up to look at it - but it wasn’t in it’s usual spot. Looking around, he couldn’t see it on any of the dressers or shelves. He carefully slipped off the bed, curious now - and then froze like a deer in headlights as the en suite door opened.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Going somewhere, chicken?”

“Your lamp’s gone!”

“Oh? Which one?”

“The Betty Boop on the lamp post one”

“Ah” Loki sighed. “Yes”

“What happened?”

“Well. Your father was showing me his new developments for the Iron Man gauntlets” he said, picking Peter up and putting him back on the bed. “Only it wasn’t perfected, and it malfunctioned a little and fired and... Well. Bye-bye Betty. Beyond repair. Completely shattered”

“That’s awful! Did you cry?”

“Maybe a little” Loki admitted. “So did Tony; he felt awful. He couldn’t find another one online, but I said it didn’t matter either way. Could have been worse, I suppose”

“You really loved that lamp. It took you years to convince him”

“Enough about the lamp, sweetheart. It’s getting on a bit, and you could really do with a good nights sleep” Loki pushed Peter onto his back. “Stay”

Loki turned the night light on and the big light off, and then finally climbed into bed. 

“Have you stolen my pig?”

Peter handed it over. “Do I really have to go to school tomorrow?”

“It’s best that you do, darling. No, don’t start fussing. It’s only a few weeks, and then you never have to go again”

“I guess so”

Loki put an arm round Peter, hugging him close. “Goodnight, sweetie”

“Daddy?”

“Mm?”

“You’re the better parent”

Loki closed his eyes. “Go to sleep, chick”

*

[summerrrluvvv]

Chapter 10:

3 days later: Day 12 in Miami

  Tye:

 It had been 3 days since I talked to Samar. He had been texting me, asking to see me and then cussing me out. I did need to go by his place today to get my tickets for us to get in VIP for The City Girls foam party, Santana, Saweetie, Mulatto, Trina and Flo Milli and like some other people were all going to be there. We only had 4 days left in Miami before we had to go back to our regular lives in Atlanta, and 3 days before Lit and Wild. I was trying to go big. “What do we wear to a foam party?” Ariana asked. I sighed annoyed cause regardless of what we told her to wear she was going to wear whatever the fuck she wanted anyways. “Ari, you wear a swimsuit” I said to her. She nodded and ran back to her room. I was flat ironing my hair dancing to Brent Faiyaz “Trust” playing through the house speakers. I had an aqua blue one-piece swimsuit, and some purple and aqua blue, and pink platform sandals. Melody came into my room and laid on my bed. “I’m almost finish, I just got to put on my lip gloss and then we out, is Zion and Ari ready?” I asked knowing they take the longest to get ready. She shrugged “I didn’t check I just came in here because I was ready”. Zion then came in my room heading over to the mirror wear I was at to look at herself. “Damn bitch you ain’t check before you left your room?” I said. She playfully pushed me. “I did but I wanted to look at myself again” She said. Ariana then came in the room. I turned off my flat iron. “Alright yall we got to go before parking get crazy” I said to them. 

We got in the car and I headed over to get the VIP bands for us at Samar’s house. Mel, Zion and Ari waited in the car while I went to go knock on his door. I knew he was here because his Lambo he rented was in the driveway. The door flung open, and he looked me up down slowly and smirked at me, I rolled my eyes try to pretend like he was looking good, I knew he would be at the foam party too cause he was the DJ for the intercessions. “What?” I snapped, he laughed a little, “I ain’t seen you in 3 days and you come to my door with this little attitude, like you don’t miss me” He said. I was pressed for time and he was making me mad, I mean he was not making me mad, but I wanted him to think that I was mad. “Samar you going to give me the VIP bands or not?” I asked. He nodded “Come on in” He said. I came and closed the door. He went upstairs, I then seen this bitch Diamond transcend downstairs. “Tye, Tye” She sang annoying me cause only close friends and family call me that. I forced a smile. “Hey girl” I said. She had a black 2-piece swimsuit set with some Square black heels. “Ooh Tye I love your fit; you always be dressing girl” She smiled excitedly. It is hard to hate a bitch that’s stans you, so much. “I like your swimsuit” I said. She smiled so fucking brightly. “Well I had to look good, I was going to get red because you know Sami loves red” She said, I rolled my eyes when she was not looking. “Sami! Baby come on” She said. Samar came downstairs counting the wrist bands. He looked up between Diamond and me. “Here you go” He said handing the bands to me. I put them into my mini backpack and zipped my bag. “Sami tell you the good news yet?” Diamond said before I started heading out. I nervously shook my head. “Samar and I are back together; he’s going to move with me to L.A. after Lit and Wild” She said. I forced a smile, “Wow really? I’m so glad to know that after you cheated with Brent and the abortion that yall managed to work everything out, see Samar and you thought you wouldn’t be ever to what did you tell me, oh yeah forgive this hoe ass bitch, but look at you. I love to see that your happy bud, finally he’s been really missing you” I said smiling big as hell. Diamond face had dropped, and she looked at Samar who was mugging the fuck out me. “Really Tye?” He said angry. I shrugged “Did I say something wrong?” I asked before I turned away to leave. “Yo Tye” Samar called out at me. I just closed his door and went to my car. He came running out and got in my face “Tye, the fuck is wrong with you kid? You really had to say that? You cannot be happy for me. I got yo ass the VIP bands and shit and you come to my spot tripping” He snapped. I smushed him out my face. “Boy, get the fuck out my face. No, I’m not happy for you and yo bitch fuck you and her”. I said to him. “Remember after everything we supposed to be best friends no matter what Tye” He said looking at me, then looking at the girls who was just watching everything. I shrugged my shoulders “I will never support you hurting me to be with that bitch, you didn’t think about our friendship when you went and got back with Diamond after I told you I was in love with you, so as of now fuck you Samar” I started the car and he backed up out of his drive way and then drove off. “You good?” Mel asked. I had to remember my makeup was beat before I started bawling. “Let me drive” Mel told me. I pulled over into a shopping plaza, she got out as I climbed into the passenger seat. “If you want to cry Tye just do it” She said waiting to pull off. “I’m good Mel” I snapped. She put her hands up. “Sorry just checking” I rolled my eyes. I went in my purse to light my blunt, I had pre- rolled. I was going to get fucked up at this party fasho. Melody started driving and I was just looking out the window, irritated because Samar really expected me to be happy for him? Hell, the fuck no. I felt like he chose her over me, and that fucked me up. We pulled into the party that was at a huge ass Arena. “Passes?” Security asked, as we got to the VIP parking. We had to show our wrist bands to get free parking.”Yall clear” Security said. We pulled in and parked. Ariana grabbed the Tequila out the back and we started pouring up.  “Ayyye it’s about to be Lit!” Zion sang as she twerked in her bikini. “Aight ladies here yall go! This band gets us backstage free drinks and food and we get our own room, it’s like a section with our own foam machine” I said to them repeating what Samar had told me. “Oooh classy” Ari said. Mel and I got out the car, I reached in the back to give everybody shot cups so we can be semi lit when we get in there. I lit up my blunt again after I took my shot and passed the blunt to Ariana. “Ooh shit none of us ate like that today” Ari said nervous. “I want to be able to enjoy myself and not be fucked up fucked up” Zion said. I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s a City Girl party, we need to be lit as hell” We took at least four shots. “Shit nasty as fuck” Melody said downing her water. “Aight lets bounce” Zion said.  Melody locked the car door and we headed to the VIP line. The VIP line was super-fast, they had guide show us to our section. We got on the elevator and went to the third floor. Samar got us Diamond Elite VIP. We got off the elevator and the guide brought us to our own Sky Box. It was all glass and you needed to scan your band to get in. She put in a code and foam started coming out of these machines. We had our own bar, and a refrigerator, and our room was glow in the dark. We had an open balcony so we can see the stage like right there. “Okay ladies so your bands can also get you backstage and chill with the celebs and all access to liquor and free food. “Wrist on glitter, waist on thinner. Ima show you how to bag a eight figure nigga” Saweetie was on stage performing “Tap In”. Even though I was mad at him he really did hook us the fuck up. “If you ladies need anything, my name is Dawn, just press number 9 and I will be able to serve you” Dawn said before leaving. “Ayye Tap Tap Tap in” Ariana rapped. “I don’t know about yall but I’m heading down to that bar to get unlimited drinks” I told them. “Girl me too the fuck” Mel said. We all left our room to head to the bar downstairs to get drinks and bring them back up, I grabbed the tray they left in the room so I can bring back more than one. It was packed downstairs, and the regular bars were long as fuck. 

The VIP section bars were in a lounge like area, it was different food places and everything you could see all the VIP sections from where we were, it was foam pouring out everywhere. It was like a big ass fucking bubble bath, the whole arena was similar to a Hotel and a club with a big stage being in the lobby,  and everyone around the stage and then the surrounding areas at the top and bottom were different levels of VIP. The bars already had shots prepared and bottle with room numbers on them. “Can't stop won't stop get guap, Ten white toes in them Tory flip flops. Manicures and pedicures I'm always tip top. When they say I'm not hot all these lies need to stop, 'Cause I'm icy, wifey haters wanna fight me, Never been the one get RIP up on a white tee, Keep my hands clean got some hitta's moving shiesty” Saweetie was performing “ICY” now on stage. We were dancing in line waiting to get our drinks and food. “Hey Tye, can we talk?” I heard from the side of me. I rolled my eyes when I seen it was Diamond. What the fuck did the hoe want? “I’m in line right now” I told her. She nodded, “Well can I come up to your section and we maybe chat, I just want to make sure we are cool” She said loudly over the music. “Girl we are at a party we can do that later” I told her. She nodded still just standing there. “Can I come up and get lit with yall” She said smiling at me. What the hell was wrong with this girl? “Um, if you want” I said. She nodded and just stood there. “Hey yall probably don’t remember me. I seen yall before. I am also the DJ for Mulatto” Diamond said. Melody smiled awkwardly. “No, I don’t and that’s nice” She said still dancing. “Yeah I think maybe at a Christmas party but still not familiar” Ariana said. Zion nodded in agreement. Diamond just awkwardly stood there “Well Samar wanted to see you in his booth” She said. I nodded. “Aight, can yall get me some Henny and get a bottle too. I’ll be back” I told the girls. I followed Diamond through the VIP lounge then through the crowd near the stage and then backstage. I showed security my band. Samar was chilling with London on the track, DJ Peanut, and some other niggas. London on the track looked at us as Samar was talking and smiled at Diamond. “Aye what up Di, you are performing tonight?” He asked hugging her. She smiled and nodded. “Yeah I’m Mullato’s new DJ” She said. He nodded smiling. 

He smiled at me, Samar turned and seen me. “Oh, yall this my best friend Tye” He said. “Hey what’s up” They said. “Hey” I said. Samar got up and come over to me. “Don’t trip but follow me” He said. I sighed. “What Samar?” I asked. He smiled and just looked at me. He grabbed my hand and led me over to JT from the City Girls. “Hey” Samar said to her. She looked at him and smiled. “You got me the stylist you were telling me about?” She asked. He nodded. “JT this is Tye, Tye this is JT” I tried my hardest not to cheese but I stanned this bitch. “Heyy” I said. “So this nigga says you can style your ass off, we haven’t really got like a consistent one yet, but we have a shoot coming up soon, so let me see what you can do” She said. I pulled out my phone and nervously showed her some styles I had sewed together and some shoots I had did my self with my friends and other people. “Damn that fit right there something tough, I like that. Can you recreate that?” She asked. I nodded and smiled. “I sure the fuck can” I said. She smiled at me, “Okay girl, what’s your IG? “She asked. We exchanged information and she brought me over to Caresha. She was getting her hair done. “Hoe were the fuck was you at?” She said to JT. JT rolled her eyes. “I was busy Resh, This is Tye she going to do our shoot, she got some bomb ass looks” She told her. Caresha held out her hand. I handed her my phone. “Oooh bitch this shit cute as fuck, I want this” She said sliding through my phone. I was nervous cause I had some nudes in there and Caresha from City Girls was going through my phone. “You got nudes in here?” She asked smirking. I started laughing. “I knew it cause you looking nervous in the mirror, I’m bout to see” She said laughing. JT started laughing. “I’m sorry she aggy as fuck” She said. “I like nudes bitch, I’m nosey” Caresha said. She got to my nude and I almost died. “Okay nipples! Pussy popping” She said popping her tongue. “Okay bitch you bad” JT said looking. Caresha handed me phone back. “I like you; I can’t trust a hoe with no nudes” She said. These bitches were my type of bitches. We talked for a minute and then I headed back to my girls. As I am walking through the crowd somebody grabbed my hand. I turned around to see who it was, and it was Julian. I had not seen him since I went to his place and he just ate me out. I smiled at his fine ass. “Long time no see Mami, how you been?” He asked over the loud music. He had on swim trunks, a durag with some jays on. I see Samar peeking from backstage, “I know, I been good come with me to my section” I yelled to him. He grabbed my hand and I led him up to my section. I knew he was going to be mad but oh well eventhough he got me gig of a lifetime we was still beefin. “Yall remember Julian?” I said to them when I got in the room. They all smirked. “Hey Julian” Zion sang giggling. Saweetie was done performing and Samar was now DJing during the intermission. “Can you roll with me? All over me, can you take control of me? I just want to love you baby. Always thinking of you baby” Samar was playing “Rock Wit U” by Ashanti. I was by the balcony overlooking the stage grinding on Julian. “Umm all right now” Ariana said. This nigga was dry fucking me, hands tight as hell on my hips and I was giving into him because he was grinding his ass of to the beat.  Yeah, I was going home with this man tonight.  

Samar:

 I was setting up my equipment for the next intermission. I just hooked up Tye up with JT and she still went off with another nigga. I mean I aint expect her to not too move on but not so damn fast, plus I wasn’t honestly sure about Diamond and I but she got connections and Im used to Us. “Hey Samar” I turned to see Saucy Santana. I sighed this nigga here. “What’s up?” I said. “You looking really daddish” He said. I slowly nodded. “You up next?” I asked. He came up mear my booth. “Mmhm, well it was nice as always as usual to see your fine ass” He said before strutting off and giggling. Diamond was laughing at the encounter. “Yo that’s not funny, he be trying me” She laughed hard. “I know, its so funny” She said. I sucked my teeth. She calm down laughing and went to sit on the chair. “What’s up with you and Tye” She asked. I didn’t budge I just kept setting up. “Nothing she just feel some type of way cause you hurt me you know we like fam” I said. She nodded. “Well Ima try to talk to her to see if she will like me again” She told me. I slightly laughed. Tye would beat her ass before she ever be cool with her. “Yeah cool” I said. She rolled her eyes and went to go back stage. After I set up, I made it mu mission to go see Tye. Tye always knew how to get back at me, especially now. I went back stage and saw Diamond all in the nigga DJ Rolla face just laughing and flirting.He was rubbing her thigh. She always flirting. “What’s up?” I said. He smied at me. “Just chilling with D fine ass” He said. Diamond got up quickly, “I got to go check on my set” She said. Dj Rolla just kept looking at me. I shook my head and walked off. Santana was on stage performing. “Walk em like a dog sis walk em like a dog”. I decided to go up and talk to Tye. I got my wrist band and went through the crowd and then into the lobby scanning my band. I got on the elevator and head up. I got to the room and scanned myself in. Tye was sitting in this nigga lap. “Yo what the fuck?” I asked Tye. “Aye this yo gay homie?” The nigga said. “Gay?!” I said about to fight this nigga. Tye pushed me back. “Outside” She said. I scannes my band and swung open the door. “Why this nigga say I was gay Tye?” I asked her. She shrugged. “Maybe you look like it, I don’t know” She started laughing. I pushed her. She then pushed the fuck out of me. “Nigga what the fuck?” She said. “Why you with him?” I asked. She rolled her eyes. “Why you with her? Going to L.A. and shit?” She asked crossing her arms. I sighed I had no right to be mad to ba honest. “I’m sorry about Diamond but it is what is” I said. She nodded. “It is, you do what you want and so do I. We still best friends remember” She then scanned her band and went back into the room.

Zion:

We was living it up in VIP, I was drunk not to drunk but I definitely was feeling my liquor. I was twerking on the counter in our room and on the balcony over the stage, everywhere. “What’s up Miami!!!!” I heard. “Bitch its Meg!” Tye yelled. Tye had been making out and chilling with Julian. “Where my bitches with the WAP at?” She yelled over the mic. We started screaming. All the girls were screaming. “I need me some Wet Ass Pussy Bitches up here right now” I started screaming. “Meeeee!” I yelled. The spotlight panned over to our section and I was going crazy. “Come on up here sis!” Meg said. I got so excited. “Damn calm down Z” Mel said laughing. “Bitch, I’ so excited!” I hurried out of the room and went into the elevator, and I almost bust my as from the foam. I felt like I was there in at least 5 minutes. Security helped me and like 3 other girls on stage and Cardi B. came out. “I need all my wet ass pussy bitches on this stage to show us what the fuck yall working with!”  She yelled. “WAP” started playing. “Certified freak seven days a week wet ass pussy make that pull out game weak! Yeah yeah yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy!” Cardi rapped. I was twerking like I was getting paid for it.  Meg came over to me and started rapping her part when it came up. “Gobble me swallow me drip down the side of me quick jump out before you let it get inside of me, I tell em where to put it never where its about to be” Meg rapped. I started getting so hyped cause she was smacking my ass. I was breathing hard as hell. I started doing the routine with the dancers. “Aye she is fucking it up” Cardi yelled. After the song was over, they hugged me and Meg started rapping her song “B.I.T.C.H”.

As I was going towards the elevator in the VIP lounge this nigga and his friend came up to me. “I see you doing yo dance little mama, you fine as fuck what’s your name?” He asked. I smiled at him. He was sexy I felt like I seen him before. “Zion and do I know you?” I asked. He nodded. “Probably, I’m a rapper. I got that song with Lil Baby. My name is B Hunnid” He said. I nodded. “Oh yeah that song “Freak Nice” yeah that shit is hard” I told him. He smiled. “So, you want to come up to my section?” He asked. I nodded. I texted the girls in our group chat to let them know which room I was headed to and who with. When I get into his section, it was hell of niggas in there and maybe 2 females just twerking and one of them sitting in their lap. “Here” He handed me some Dusse’. I chugged some of it. He led me over to the couch and had me sit in his lap. “You live here little mama?” He asked me. I shook my head slowly grinding to Meg performing “Big Ole Freak”. “Aye Doogie make my little mama here something nice you know the one all the girls love” He told him. I started to feel slightly uncomfortable, but I was too drunk to question if anything seemed off. “Here you go little lady” His friend Doogie handed me some drink. “It’s red bull and Hennessey” He told me. I started sipping on the drink, while he was whispering in my ear telling me all the shit, he wanted to do to me. I was drunk as fuck and I started to feel kind of crazy. We started making out on the couch, and I was straddling his lap. We were wet and stuff from all the foam that was in the party, and he had a lot of foam in his VIP room. He was gripping my ass. I felt like I was on Xanax or something. I could not feel my body, but I was horny. “You want to come with me back to my hotel?” He asked. I shook my head. I wanted to go lay down. It was a knock at the door, and I seen Tye. “Hey, I’m Zion’s friend Tye” She said. “Tyyyyyeeee”I said sluggishly. “You good?” She asked. I felt like I was saying yes but my body was saying no. “Yeah she just chilling with me, I’m going to take her home” He said to her. Tye looked at me, and I smiled. “Yeah I’m I’m okkkkk” I said. She nodded “I’m drunk too, and Julian taking me home” She said. I nodded and she left out. I felt B Hunnid going in my pants playing with my clit. I was in and out. I could not think properly.

“Yall we about to head out” I heard. “Can she get up?” I heard somebody say. “Little mama?” He said to me. “Hmm?” I said. He pulled me up and my feet were moving slow as hell. I knew at this moment I was not drunk and maybe he had given me something, but I couldn’t even do much. I tried to move out of his grasp, but he kept bringing me closer. “We about to have fun tonight?” I heard. I looked around the dark room my vision blurry as hell. “Tye” I said lowly. I had seen us leave the room and then go to the elevator. I started to feel like I could not walk, or talk. I was so sleepy. I heard the music from the stage, then I seen darkness. I felt my eyes open again but it was hard too. I felt somebody pick me up and then a door close and I was out again. Then I felt somebody shake me “Aye little mama?” I heard. My eyes slightly opened I could see I was on like a bus. I was fighting to stay awake, maybe 15 minutes had gone by I was out. 

Kyrel:

I was tired as fuck, but I knew I was about to get $1500 for the night. I got hired on by this catering company to bartend The City Girls foam party. I was in the VIP section Bartending for VIP. “Yo Ky look at that fine ass girl on stage twerking with Meg thee stallion?” My homie Juan said. I looked on the screen that was showing the stage. I kept looking cause she started to look familiar, that is when I realized it was Zion. “Yeah I know her” I said to him. He looked at me smiling. “Hook me up?” He asked. I mugged the hell out of him. “Nah man that’s the girl I was telling you about” I told him. “Ohhh shit, that’s the girl you believed fucked Maurice, boy you are tripping” He said to me. I looked at him irritated. “Sorry” He went over to help another VIP member. I kept looking at her, “Hey can I have just a water?” A lady said. I nodded and turned to get a water out the fridge. I turned back to scan her band. “Ok you good to go” I told her. She nodded. “Thank you”. I nodded and smiled. I then seen Zion walking back near the elevator when a nigga with chains approached her. I can see she was blushing, I tried my best not to look at what was going on. “Hey” A pretty girl said to me. She had on one piece with her hair in a bun, I smiled at her.“I hope I don’t seem thirsty, but I been noticing you since I got here, and I just wanted to say you are fine as fuck” She said to me. I smiled at her compliment. “Thanks baby” I said to her she started blushing wide as hell. “How can I help you?” I asked. I looked to see Zion get on the elevator. She turned to see me looking. “Oh that’s B. Hunnid” She said. “You know the nigga that got that song with lil baby?” She asked. I nodded in realization. “Yeah, got to stay away from that nigga I heard he be drugging and raping females” She said to me. I started to get worried, but I hope Zion was not going to fall for that shit, but why does it matter to me anyways. “So, can I get your number?” I asked her to change the subject obviously that is what she wanted, and the line was getting long as hell again. She nodded quickly and pulled out her phone.

 We exchanged numbers and she went to the side to talk to me. I didn’t mind cause she was pretty plus I was bored and tired it was almost 9 pm and I was going to be here till 2 am. Juan and my crew had got the line down for now, Flo Milli was performing so the crowd was occupied until intermission. “So how cold does it get in Michigan?” I asked her. Her name was Briella, and she was here on vacation with her sisters, she was 21 and from Michigan, she seemed okay. “Really cold, like everybody talk about wanting it to snow where they live but no the fuck you don’t” She said. We talked for like 20 more minutes before her sisters came to get her. I was about to take my break when I see the rapper B. Hunnid his whole entourage, some girls and Zion who looked completely out of it coming out of the elevator. They were looking suspicious as fuck. “Aye Juan, I’m going to be right back” I said to him. I quickly left the bar and followed them niggas out. I ran out to the parking lot and seen them getting into a party bus. I checked my pocket for my keys and hurried to my car which was behind the building. “Shit” I said to myself trying to hurry up. I pulled off, speeding through the parking lot. For a minute I had lost them, but I see them hit the corner. I sped up until I got behind them. “Please God” I prayed. I sighed in relief when the pull over at a 7/11 gas station. I pulled up to the side and opened my glove compartment, I grabbed my gun and put in my pocket. I got out the car and walked over to they bus. “Oh, what’s up, you a fan nigga?” One of his entourage said pumping gas. I shook my head. “Nah but you got my girl on your bus and I want her off now” I said. The nigga tapped the window. “Nigga I think you got the wrong guys” He said. I shook my head and pulled up my shirt showing him my gun. “Nah I got the right guys; I want her off that bus now!” I yelled. A couple of other niggas got off the bus. “What’s good?” B. Hunnid asked. “You got my girl. I know what yall about get her off that bus now” I snapped. B. Hunnid smirked at me. “She does have some wet ass pussy” He said looking his lips smiling. I pulled out my gun out. They all backed up. “Shit” His homie said. “Now I’m not going to say it again, I want my girl off that bus!” I said pissed. “Man back the fuck up” I said going towards the door. They moved out the way and let me go in. The girls started screaming. I see Zion laid out breast out, sleep. I put my gun away and pulled her bathing suit top up and gently picked her up.  “You lucky we left our shit in the trunk because you should have pulled that trigger home boy, pulling a gun on me” He said. I brought Zion over to my car and put her in the back seat. I see them going to into the trunk to grab they strap when a police officer pulled up beside them and turned on their sirens. I quickly but calmly got in my car and pulled off.

Melody:

“Aye Aye Aye Aye” We yelled in excitement as Tye and Ari was twerking “Say little bitch you can’t fuck with me if you wanted to these expensive, these is red bottoms these is bloody shoes” Samar was DJing playing Cardi B. “Bodak Yellow”. Ariana was drinking straight out the bottle doing what we normally do getting lit. “Now she said she gone what to who? Let’s find out and see Cardi B, you know where I’m at you know where I be? You in the club just to party, I’m in the three I get paid fee” I yelled at the top of my lungs holding up the bottle of Don Julio. My phone buzzed and it was Malachi.

I had not had a chance to tell what was up. I needed to tonight because he keeps sending me flowers and little gifts that I saved in a box to give back to him. Isaac told me I needed to handle this shit. Maybe it was not a good idea, I was drunk but oh well. “Anybody check on Z?” Ariana asked. I shook my head. “Tye said she was fine” I said. Ari nodded. “Where you are going?” I rolled my eyes. “Malachi wants to meet up, apparently he got us this section, he is doing too much” I said. “Where you are going?” Tye then asked. “Malachi’s section to tell him to leave me the fuck alone” I said. She nodded. “I’m going downstairs with Juilian and his friends” She said. I nodded. I grabbed me a water bottle. I walked down reading the room numbers, he was on the same floor but the floor we were on went all the way around. “301, 302, 303, 304 305!” I said as I was coming up on the section. I knocked on the door. The door opened revealing Malachi. It was alot noise in his room. I looked at him, he looked like he was geeked and he was sweaty. “Mel, whats good?” He said hugging me. He was wet and sticky, I was disgusted. I walked and seen Saweetie, some girl another girl, and some guys and Quavo from Migos. I was embarrassed cause I was drunk, and I started cheesing. “Hey yall this Mel, my boo” He said.

 He said. The wheels in my head hit the brakes hard cause his what? I thought. “Hey girl” Saweetie said she was eating some wings sitting in Quavos lap. “What’s up?” He said. “Hi” The girl next to her said. “This my aunt Whitney” Saweetie said. I waived. “Hey everybody” My drunk ass said. I turned to Malachi. “Can we talk now?” I asked. I was then taking out of my thoughts when I heard them announce Flo Milli to the stage and she started performing “Weak”. “Flo Milli shit bitch” Whitney said. I started dancing obviously forgetting my surroundings. I was twerking and rapping along with her “So don’t be calling after 3, I do what these bitches want that’s why they running back to me, run that cash up, run the cash up!” All us of women yelled. Saweetie was twerking with her chicken wing drunk just like my ass. She had trash music, but she seemed to be fun. She turned to me and started talking “So I’m doing a music video for my song Back to The Streets, you think you can come to L.A next week and be in it.

 I need some fine ass video girls” She said. My drunk ass was nodding happy as hell. “Hell yess” I said. She smiled at me and laughed “Okay cool, what’s your email. I’m have my team send over all the information for you”. She pulled out her phone. “MelDSpice@yahoo.com” I told her. “Girl! I like your email” She said. I smiled shaking my head “Me too sis”. Malachi came back in and I took the opportunity to tell him what was up since I had all this liquor courage and soon Isaac would be here, and I did not want no problems tonight. “Hey can we talk?” I asked him. He nodded smirking. “It was nice meeting you Beautiful” Saweetie said. “You funny as hell” Her aunt said. “Yall too” I said waiving bye. Malachi was touching all over me when we walked out of, they room. I can tell he had drunk some more or was on something else. “What’s up, but first I got you this bracelet” He said pulling out this pandora box out his shorts. I sighed as we started walking back to my VIP room. “Malachi, You got to stop all of this, Thank you for the section and the gifts but I have to send everything back or you can come get them” I told him trying to be nice.

 He was fine as hell, but I wasn’t into him like that anymore, and I wanted to be with Isaac. “Listen, Melody baby. One thing about me is I always get what I want, and I want you and I’m going to get you” He said backing me into a wall. He was making me nervous and uncomfortable. “Malachi can you please back up” I said. “Why?” He leaned in trying to kiss me. I pushed him back and started walking off. “Boy you are tripping!” I yelled to him. I heard him run towards me, he snatched my arm back hard. “I told you what it was Melody, you gone go out with me and grind on me, not fuck me and accept all my gifts and then turn me down? Nah baby I aint going out like that” He yanked me towards him and pushed me into the wall and cornered me near the door to my section. He had me pinned up. “Why you are playing games with me Mel?”. I was trying to move him out the way. “Get the fuck off of me” I said trying to get this nigga away from me. He had lost his damn mind. “Malachi, I’m not going to say it again, get off of me”. I tried to push him and smack him. He grabbed my face hard as fuck and tried to kiss me

 Isaac:

“I keeps it real nothing like you actors do, joints I flick, bomb raps I kick” I rapped along to Wiz Khalifa “Good Dank”. Trey and Freddie and I were waiting for the plug to show up. I was geeked off a perc and some Apple Crown Royal. We were on our way to that City Girl party to meet up with Mel and them. Tye best friend Samar who I was cool with hooked us up with some VIP. We were like 2 hours late waiting on this man Hakeem. “This nigga tweaking, I’m ready to see my girl she got the as out for me, not you but for meeeee” I sang doing a little dance in the back seat. A car pulled up, and it was Hakeem. “Motherfucker yo ass took an hour what the fuck was you doing, I might not want this shit no more” Trey said. Hakeem sucked his teeth “Trey man come on; my baby mama was tripping on me. Here bro” He said. Trey shook his head. “I need 30% off” Hakeem got annoyed. “Man fine” They did the exchange and we headed out. Freddie turned on Wiz Khalifa “Slim Skit”. “Yooo Ariana gone be there her fine ass” Trey said getting excited. “Nah how about Tye, broooooo I need some of that, I been trying to get at her she said I couldn’t handle her psssh baby please. I can now” Freddie said rolling the weed. “Mel say she got a thing for Samar. “I told them”.

 Freddie made a face. “I’m going to change her mindddd” He sang. He then turned back around “Nah if I can’t get Tye Im def. trying for Zion. See what she is hitting on”. He lit the blunt and started smoking. He then passed to me, and it took a hit then passed to Trey. “Roll one up, Babeee roll one for meeee” I sang, I grabbed the bottle and took a shot. I then passed to Freddie. After 15 minutes we finally got to the place. Samar met us outside and security let us park in VIP. “What’s up Samar” I said. He did a head nod. “What’s good kid”. He gave us our bands. “I got to hurry up and do my thing, yall enjoy” He said. We showed our bands and were told the room number the girls were in. We stopped to get something to drink in VIP lounge, it was foam all on the floor shit was like a big ass bubble bath. “What the fuck! This lit as hell, this shit for like rich motherfuckers for real. I feel classy then a mug” Trey said. I texted Mel to let her know I was here.

But she was not texting me back. “They got some drank up there?” Freddie asked. I shrugged my shoulders “She aint answering my text, I’m head up there really quick and I will let yall know while yall in line” I said. I got on the elevator and headed up to level 3. I was feeling good as fuck, from the liquor, the weed and the perc. I was going to tear her ass up tonight “Yesssssirski” I said out loud. The elevator opened and I see F300, and I was looking for F333. “Knock if you buck” By Crime Mob was playing. Damn this was going to be a long walk, but I walk fast. I looked and seen I had 10 more to go. I heard what sounded like Melody yelling. “Get the fuck off of me”. I sped up and seen this nigga in my girl face “Malachi, I’m not going to say it again, get off of me”. She said. He had her pinned to wall cupping the fuck out of her face. “Bruh what the fuck, get the fuck off my girl nigga” I hit the fuck out this nigga head. He turned around and I noticed it was ole dude. “Motherfucker” He said charging at me. “Isaac!” Mel yelled. I knew any minute she jumps in to help me, but I was too focused to worry about her. This nigga and I were punching heavy hits at each other.

 I wanted to kill this nigga I was so mad. I had him at first, but he started hitting me in the face, “Get the fuck off him!” I heard. Melody crazy ass had jumped in and started hitting him, He then pushed her hard as fuck, pissing me off e even more. When he turned around from about to charge at her, he turned back to me and My first connected with his face twice, he started stumbling and I got the advantage. I got on top of him and was going ham. I felt some arms picking me up and people yelling and saying, “World Star”. I was getting dragged into the elevator by security. “Man get the fuck off me!” I snapped. They then brought me outside. “You are banned from the premises sir; we don’t condone fighting” They said. I looked at my wrist and I had blood on it. “Isaac!” Melody ran out with Freddie, Trey and Ariana. “Bro what the fuck happened?” Trey asked. “This nigga was all in Melody face, had her pinned up on some real crazy shit!” I yelled. Then I turned to her “Man why you weren’t answering your phone! What the fuck was you doing with that nigga Melody!” I kept yelling at her. “Okay see you not about to get in her face” Ariana snapped getting between us. I moved her arm out my way. “Nigga who the fuck!” She snapped getting crazy with me.

 “You all in my fucking face bruh back the fuck up!” I yelled at her. Trey held Ariana back as she was about to hit me. “I’ll beat your ass nigga, the fuck! Let me go Trey!” She yelled. “It wasn’t even like thag Isaac, I was telling him to leave me alone he keeps trying to pursue me” Melody said crying. “I don’t give a fuck about you crying bruh, i told you to stop seeing that nigga!” I said yelling. “Nigga she was trying to tell him to leave her alone! She not lying!” Ariana yelled. “Dumb ass” She said. “Bruh what?” I said pissed. Melody tried to come towards me, and I shoved her ass back. “Yo Izzy! Don’t put yout hands on her like that” Freddie snapped pushing me back. I got in his face and then backed up. I was heated. “Man fuck all this, fuck all yall” I said walking off. “Yeah nigga go calm the fuck down” Freddie said. I grabbed the blunt from my pocket and started playing some gospel off my phone and started praying and smoking to calm down. I started feeling bad for pushing and yelling at Mel and wanting to fight Ariana and Freddie. I started walking back. Melody was sitting the curb by herself crying. I sighed and came towards her and pulled her up. “Come here” I said. I hugged her. “I’m sorry for pushing you and shit. I love you man” I told her. I kissed her. “Um what the fuck happened? the police apparently are on the way” Tye said coming over to us. “Man, I don’t want to talk about, you drove here?” I asked. She nodded. “You got a way back?” I asked. She nodded. “Keys?” I asked. She went in her little book bag and tossed me the keys. “Mel come on” I said grabbing her hand to leave. “Yall be safe” Tye yelled. I nodded. I wanted away from this shit before the police came.

Ariana:

So far, the night was going well, until Isaac got into that fight, but I mean we still was having a good time. Anthony still was blowing up my phone, calling me. I unblocked him. “Hey ladies yall want an edible?” Julian asked us. He was up in our section with his friends and some girls. The girls were playing with foam, having a foam fight. One girl kept staring at me crazy. She looked familiar but I do not where I knew this little girl plus it was dark in our section. I grabbed two of the brownies and started eating them. I was starving we barely ate. “Damn you gone be fucked up Ri” Tye said. I started drinking again with Trey and Freddie. Freddie was flirting with the girl who was eyeing me, and Trey was all up in my face, which was fine because I was drunk again. “You know I been wanting you?” Trey said. I was sitting in his lap just cooling it. “Niggga since when?” I said. He started laughing. “Since I don’t know stop blowing my game girl” I sucked my teeth at him. “Boy”. “Yall give it up for JT and Yung Miami, The City Girls” The Dj yelled. Tye and I got up along with the other girls. “What that pussy talk ladies!?” JT yelled. All of us screamed. The song pussy talk started, and everybody started screaming the lyrics. We was twerking again, and falling over cause we had been drinking since 8pm, and it was now 11pm. 

“Boy, this pussy talk English, Spanish and French, Boy, this pussy talk Euros, dollars and yens, Boy, this pussy talk Bentleys, Rovers and Benz, Boy, this pussy fly private to islands, to M's, Boy, this pussy talk Birkin, Gucci, Chanel ,Boy, this pussy talk Louis, Pucci, YSL Boy, this pussy makes movies, wetter than a whale, Boy, this pussy be choosing, draft, NFL”. The foam had us slipping and sliding trying to dance around, “Damn this alot of foam now” Tye said stressed. “I’m starting to get sticky as hell”. I went to go grab me a water because I was about to be on my ass. “Hey are you Ariana?” The girl who kepy staring. “I’m Nina, Anthony ex” She said. I started to get mad all over again. “Okay and? You can have him” I snapped. She shook her head and grabbed my hand. I snatched my hand from her. “Look, Anthony wanted me to talk to you, Anthony really cares for you me and him are beyond done! I do not want him; He do not want me. He wants you. You think you can give him another chance?” She asked. I sighed; I was feeling the edibles. I nodded. “Yeah” I said trying to sit down. She smiled softly “Okay cool so now you can cut things off with home boy” She said. I rolled my eyes “Aint nothing going on” I told her. “So, you think I can talk to him?” She asked. I shrugged my shoulders “I don’t care”. “Tye” I said. She was all over Julian. “I’m about to head out after this performance, you need me to drop you off?” Tye asked. I shook my head staring off at the lights moving to the beat. “Nah, Trey and them going to take me home” I said. She nodded and went back over with Julian. “If you fuck with me, I’ll take your man, you know I will hoe” City Girls performed “I’ll take yo man” as I stood stuck over thinking about Trey and Freddie maybe trying to gang rape me, or if this was a set up, but I still stood there.The Nina bitch came back over to me. “You good mamita?” She asked. I slowly nodded “No” I said. She then pulled out her phone and started calling somebody I laid down on the couch in our section and closed my eyes. I could hear the City Girls and smell the bubbles strongly from the foam. I felt nauseous as fuck, and I was hungry. I just laid there until I fell asleep.

Supporting Characters:

Diamond: (Mary Steph)

Julian: (Malik Bomaniallah)

Trey: (Odell Beckham Jr)

Freddie: (Malachaie)

 Nina: (Taina)