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Nov 26, 2022 ∙ Williamsburg
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We're a team baby, we're in this together // Mason Mount
request: yes thank you for you request ❤
summary: Mason stopped being the hands on dad so when you leave, he started to understand what he lost and what was happened to him.
pairing: dadmason! x reader
warnings: fights, angst, mention of depression but there's a happy ending
words count: 2.01 k
author note: My first fic with Mase and im happy with the result -ngl, i'd have liked to make Mason suffer more-, i hope you like it too
" Leave Mason, just leave. You haven't been here for me even less for your daughter when we need you the most. It's not like, if you want to help me or not, it's your fucking job since I got pregnant because you got your fucking dick in me with no protection."
" y/n, please..."
"I'm sorry Mason, but I really need to figure things out."
Several things have happened to get to the point of that fight.
You and Mason have been in a relationship for several years now -you started dating at 17- You've been through many adversities, yet you've stayed together. You moved in together, got engaged and now, you were parents to a beautiful baby girl. A baby girl that you had created with so much love.
Since you found out you were going to be parents, you couldn't help but feel a little insecure about it, taking care of a little one; however, the happiness was bigger. That subject you used to talk about in the evenings had become a reality.
Anyway, Mason was over the moon about it, he was going to have a little princess to take care of. He would fulfill your every whim, and he tried to go to as many doctor's appointments as possible. Not to mention the last few months of your pregnancy, he was practically glued to you the whole time.
The day you welcomed your little baby girl, Riley, Mason was holding her in his arms the whole time, they were attached to the hips.
When you arrived home after leaving the hospital, he was no different, he would change your baby's nappies, while you were breastfeeding, he would sit next to you while holding you around or caressing your little one's cheek. Also, as you could hardly make much effort, he would do the laundry, cook, etc.
Finally, when he returned to training, he would come home as soon as possible so he could help you with everything related to your baby. However, that lasted a few months before it got to the point mentioned at the beginning.
Mason started hanging out with his friends —not that it bothered you because, of course, you can't not let him do that and he deserved a break after the months he'd spent with you— but, suddenly, he started going out frequently, sometimes arriving late, and you hardly saw him anymore because when you woke up, he had already left for training.
He didn't even come home for lunch anymore, you didn't even get calls from him asking about Riley, about you, it seemed like you were on your own.
Riley was sick, she had caught a cold. All night she was hot, her nose was stuffy, she was crying a lot and you really didn't know what to do and Mason, even though he had heard everything in the early morning, didn't even stop to ask you what was going on. As a first time mum it is sometimes very difficult, you had called your mum to let her know that you were going to stay at your old house for a few days, she had asked you the reasons but you told her you would explain later.
First you would take your daughter to the doctor.
You had tried to call Mason but he didn't answer, so you decided to call Ben, maybe he could make him know.
To your misfortune, Ben didn't know where Mason was. He only mentioned to you that he left the club as soon as training was over. That caught your attention as he hadn't even stopped by the house.
You grabbed your house keys and headed to the doctor's, you'd do it without Mason.
It was 7pm when you returned home, no surprise to you, Mason hadn't made it home. You took Riley to her room and then went to the kitchen to get some dinner. When you were done, you went to your room and grabbed a couple of changes of clothes for you and Riley and other essentials things —nappies, dummies, wet wipes—. You'd had enough.
Finally, Mason had arrived home around 9 pm. He left the car in the garage and went into the house and started checking his phone call log, and then he found a lot of missed calls from you, from Ben, from Kai, from his mother.
Had something happened to you?
Mason ran to his room and you got up to confront him.
"Where have you been? Have you just been looking at your phone?" You said as you approached him.
"I couldn't, I've been busy. I went to Ben's, but I just saw that you called me." You couldn't believe it; he was lying to your face.
"Don't lie to me Mason, I've spoken to Ben and he never mentioned you were with him" You pointed at him angrily.
"So now you want to control me and watch me..." "I would never do that Mason! I was looking for you because I needed you, your daughter needed you and you didn't even care! I'm tired."
"What happened to Riley? Is she okay?" Mason said concerned.
"Now apparently you do care" You laughed as you shook your head, you couldn't believe it.
"She's my daughter, of course I care" "No, you don't. If it were true you wouldn't have left us alone all this time."
"But, I- " You cut him off.
“You haven't been here for me even less for your daughter when we need you the most. It's not like, if you want to help me or not, it's your fucking job since I got pregnant because you got your fucking dick in me with no protection."
"Riley, she got cold. Maybe it's not that bad, but you didn't even bother to ask about her like you used to do every day. I can't Mase, not anymore."
"y/n, please..."
"I'm sorry Mason, but I really need time to figure things out and you, to sort things out and be the father that Riley needs." You told him as you cried, he tried to come closer but you pulled back.
"Y/n, baby. Please," Mason said, his voice breaking.
"If you don't go, I'll go. I really, really need time. I'll go to my parents."
With that, you left the house. Your house that held so many memories, but it was a house that was now broken.
A couple of weeks had passed, Mason had come home and found it completely dark and silent as it had been a few weeks since you left. He missed you, so he tried to call you, but he regretted it, maybe you wouldn't answer.
He needed to talk to someone, so he called Ben.
"Mase? Everything ok?" Ben said as he answered.
"It's my damn fault, I've been an idiot these last few weeks, I let them down when they needed me. When it's my responsibility to do it." Ben heard how Mason's voice had cracked.
"What are you talking about? Y/n and Riley are okay?" Ben said worriedly. He had really noticed Mason acting weird a few weeks ago, but he had noticed some recovery in him, but he had never said anything to him, even when he had asked him.
"Mate, mate calm down" Ben was trying to calm his mate down.
"I'm a fucking prick, argh!" Mason said as he sat down on the ground.
""Mate, I know it's none of my business but is everything alright with you guys?"" Ben couldn't help but ask.
"Yeah, well... I don't know, I've been a dick. Y/n probably hates me; I've been really absent at home but I'm working on it."
"But why..." "It's a situation that I had, that I had to work on myself" Mason cut Ben off.
"Mason, I didn't know. I hope you're better," Ben told him.
"I am".
"Go to her house. Go and get them, you can't lose them, they're your family. Try to fix it or you'll regret it, believe me. 'I know you're better now, be the father Riley needs, the fiancé that y/n needs."
"Thanks mate, I will" Mason said, with that, Mason cut the call and headed to your parents’ home. He would fight for you guys; he would fix the bullshit he did.
You were lying on the bed in your old room, resting after a hard day. You were exhausted, being with a little girl who kept crying and you didn't know why. She wasn't sick anymore —you knew because you had taken her to the doctor again and he said there was nothing wrong with her, she was healthy— you didn't know what to do. Maybe she needed and missed her father as much as you did, " shame he's an idiot" you thought.
By now your little girl was asleep next to you in her co-sleeper. You were about to fall asleep when you heard a knock on your door, it was probably your mother asking if you wanted some dinner.
"Come in," you replied, sitting up. When the door opened you expected to find your mother, you were wrong, who was at the door was Mason.
"Mason, what are you doing here?" you asked.
"I came to fix the mistakes I made. I don't want to lose you" Mason approached you.
"Mason..." You said in disbelief.
" y/n, baby. Let me explain please." He said as he looked into your eyes, and you saw his regret. You nodded.
"Well, since Riley was born I've been the happiest man but, these last few months I feel like I'm not enough. That you and she deserve better. And I know this has affected our family, our relationship and I'm sorry I didn't tell you how I felt before. But, somehow, I preferred to avoid it and go out with my friends, because I thought it was stupid.
I want to tell you that I have worked on myself, I have gone to the psychologist and he has told me that it is probably depression, although it is not very common, there is post-partum depression in fathers and apparently that is what happened to me. I am better, I understood what was happening to me, it helped me to seek help, to talk to Ben, and I promise you that I will give you the best version of me". By this time, you were already crying.
"Mase, I'm sorry for everything you've been through. I want you to know that you can always tell me anything you want. We're a team baby, we're in this together.
I'm not going to lie to you that I was angry, disappointed that you acted like that, you left us. And you left me with all the responsibilities because a mother never has time to take a break Mason. It hurt, but, we miss you, even Riley has been crying a lot, I think that's the reason for that," you tearfully told him.
"I apologize too for what I put you through. And it's true what you say, that was selfish of me but believe me I won't hide anything from you, we'll tell each other the way we feel. We can't let this happen again". Mason said that and just Riley started to cry, and the two of you approached her.
"Hello baby, how are you" Mase said as he held her in his arms, she stopped crying.
"See, she missed you, didn't you baby?" you said looking at them.
"I missed you too. I'm never going to leave you, I promise."
"You better Mason" You said pointing at him angrily, but laughing at the same time.
" We shouldn't make mommy Ri mad" Mason said with a sly laugh.
"No, you don't make me mad," you said.
"Okay, okay... Let's go home, we will not be separated again."
With that, you packed your things and returned home, together and with the whole situation sorted out. Finally, your family was back where you belonged.
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starring: ryan destiny as juno, method man as himself
set in the memorable summer of ‘95 in Atlanta.
warning: detailed smut warning , use of profanity and drugs, very long scene ahead
Sweat beads drips amongst his caramel coated skin as he tosses a close by dry towel on top of his slightly nappy braids. Exhaustion yet adrenaline pouring over his 6 foot 3 frame, returning backstage. Mef had just finished a show and more than ready to return to his hotel room, hearing the bed calling—screaming his name. Although the crowd still going wild knocked the calling out of the park by a long shot.
“Yo! We killed that shit!” His friend and fellow artist, Redman, shouts while breathing intensely before the two would dap one another up.
Not only did Mef perform but a few artists performed beside him as well. Wu-Tang Clan members joined to perform a couple tracks together. Redman wasn’t exactly scheduled to perform though Mef decided to bring him out anyway. As a result, the fans loved it.
Mef was sweating bullets, breathing as heavy as ever, and physically tired. He desired to give his fans a great show— no fuck ‘great’ — he wanted his set to be amazing. Mef crowd surfed, brought out his group members and Redman whom was making a ton of noise on the streets, gave the audience his 110 percent of energy… now he needed to chill.
“Tryna hit up a club?” Redman’s inquiry earns a chuckle from the rapper as he takes a hit of the blunt he’s passed. “Nigga, I ain’t tryna hit nothin’.” Seriousness within his raspy, deep tone while observing his crowded surroundings with a head shake. Backstage was heavily crowded tonight.
“Shit…” The fellow rapper kisses his teeth, the two walking alongside each other. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I’m definitely tryna hit something before I leave tomorrow morning. I saw some fly ass bitches in the crowd.” He caught himself staring at a plethora of women passing by. Atlanta was filled with beautiful women. Not only were they gorgeous but their bodies were out of this world.
Maybe it was the Southern meals. However, whatever, they were stacked. Ranging from big to small, nonetheless, the women were captivating.
The women flocked at Mef’s every direction. It was no secret that he’s a chick magnet. Women loved him and he loved them too. Though he’s surrounded by a fish of captivating beauties with perfect bodies. The only chick on his mind is his current on and off girlfriend, Tamika. No matter how many women threw themselves at him, she’s all he ever thinks about often.
His love life was no-one’s business so therefore he hardly ever spoke about her publicly. She isn’t involved in his lifestyle, doesn’t want a damn thing to do with it. Currently, they’re having issues and not exactly on speaking terms at the moment. But as far as he’s concerned that’s still his.
Self-medicating himself with drugs and alcohol kept him afloat as he did his shows, although it didn’t help much. He didn’t really want to express his girl problems to his homies because their issues were absolutely none of their business. But he knows bottling his emotions weren’t healthy.
Between the pressure of maintaining his booming rap career and remaining in a committed relationship, it was growing a bit overwhelming. He has a lot of pent up frustration built that he possesses no clue of what to do with it so until then… he would continue to self-medicate.
After turning down yet another girl, an unopened bottle of Cristal found its way into his masculine large right hand— the moment it’s open he engulfs the alcoholic beverage as he welcomed himself near a table which was seated backstage.
“Damn, you good?” A sultry feminine southern accent meets his eardrums though he continues to drink not ready to meet eyes with the random voice just yet. “The only time a person drinks like that is when they going through somethin’.”
Suddenly, he drops the bottle from his lips and averts his low gaze into the woman’s direction before being immediately taken off guard by her beauty; Her skin coated a beautiful clear shade of brown. Dark irises shaped like an almond, similar to a siren. Her round face fit her perfectly as well as the short pixie cut she’s sporting.
The woman’s lips began moving though he wasn’t exactly paying attention to what was exiting them. He just knew the pair appeared very plump and juicy, adorned by red lipstick with a little gloss coat. It wasn’t long before he snaps out of his daze, catching, “The name’s Juno. I noticed you over here by yourself and decided to bless you with my company.” Redman had left awhile ago to tend to his needs for the night.
She wasn’t nervous, afraid, nor inappropriate. Her almond shaped eyes peered into his as she spoke clear enough for him to hear.
Confidence. He loved that shit.
A friendly grin forms across his lips, sneaking a quick glance of her outfit. Which happened to be a lace choker surrounding her neck, a crop top showcasing her belly button ring, a pair of short denim shorts as well as a pair of Air Max ‘95’s. She had a few tattoos too.
“I’m straight. ‘Preciate you for your concern.” Not to be cocky but he didn’t really feel the need to introduce himself if she came out to his show.
“If you don’t mind me asking… how you get back here?”
Chuckling to herself, “Backstage pass.” She motions to the pass in her hand and he nods, lifting the bottle near his lips. This time his eyes closely but slowly eyeing her frame. He definitely liked what he saw. “I don’t mean to talk your ear off but I really enjoyed your show tonight. You did your thing especially with your album.”
“Preciate it, shorty. What’s your favorite joint on the album?” More than likely, he was expecting it be the All I Need Remix with Mary J. Blige. The track was a huge success.
“Tical. That’s my shit.” Genuine smiles etched across both of their lips, finding themselves staring at each other.
“You smoke?” His inquiry earns a playful scoff, giving him a look, “Nigga, I’m the blazing queen. I bet my rolling skills better than yours.”
“Yo, what? Hell nah…” Mef laughs aloud, “You know what? We just might have to see ‘cause that ain’t possible. What you finna get into?”
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A limousine ride and several drinks later, the two arrived to the Four Seasons. Mef would be residing there for the night. Underneath his long eyelashes, his squinted dark irises analyzes the rolled blunt closely. As much as he wanted to find a flaw… he couldn’t. Damn. He thought to himself, slightly impressed.
“Shit, you cool with me.” He places the perfectly rolled blunt between his lips, throwing his hands up in defense. “Told you.” The woman sticks out her tongue teasingly, grabbing her lighter out of her purse and sparking up the blunt for him.
Juno watches as the smoke blows smoothly between his lips, his gaze low and slightly dead. The side of his canvas showcasing red lipstick stains due to her kissing on the cheek multiple times during the limo ride. She couldn’t help but to run her hair over his nappy cornrows, a slight grin etched upon her mouth as the smell of marijuana engulfed the spacious hotel room.
Her exposed left leg rests on top of his thigh while he caresses her soft skin gently. The pair sat on the edge of the bed, enjoying the peacefulness of the atmosphere and one another’s company.
“You should let me rebraid your hair.”
“Unh, unh, I’m tender headed, shorty.” He passes the blunt to the young woman, eyeing her once more. “You can massage my head though.” Neither of the two broke eye contact as she took a hit, exhaling slowly, blowing out o’s.
“Which head?” She quizzes boldly and Mef immediately catches on to her sexual innuendo.
“Which ever you feel comfortable with.” Mef’s low intense gaze immediately makes her nervous so she glances away, very intoxicated though shocked herself that she’s in Method Man’s hotel room with Method Man.
Juno loved the fact that he didn’t push himself on her or made any sexual advances. She’d heard a lot of rumors about rappers but Mef doesn’t appear to be that way. He was chill, nonchalant, hilarious and quite charismatic. And to mention… very fine. She always believed he was handsome from the moment she laid eyes on him upon seeing a photograph of him in the Source Magazine.
His roughneck look fit him perfectly. Now that she’s up close and personal, she could definitely see why the women went crazy. He was a pretty boy with a raspy, deep New York accent that could make you melt.
The moment Juno breaks their eye contact to avert her gaze downward, he finds himself looking away as well. Silence falling between the pair. Tamika’s face racing through his brain yet again. It was an ongoing thing the entire night though he’s in the company of a striking beauty.
“You hungry?” Her inquiry began to remind him, he’s starving. Not only that but he had the munchies. Of course, he’s hungry. He hadn’t ate much after the show and that was hours ago. Now it’s peeking on two in the morning. “Yeah, room service doesn’t sound too bad, huh?”
“Yeah, no…” She stops him from reaching for the phone with a laugh. “I know a place way better.” His eyeballs fell upon her plump backside as she crawls across the bed, sitting on her knees while the satisfying sound of her mid-length French tip acrylics meets the dialing pad. Her vanilla scent danced in and out of his nostrils the entire night, though, he couldn’t lie; a woman with good hygiene turns him on.
Mef finds himself traveling from the edge of the bed to plop his head on a nearby pillow, continuing to smoke the blunt Juno rolled moments before. Feeling a dip on the bed as she places their order, she turns to see him lying on his back comfortably. More importantly, in the bed wearing shoes.
Raising a brow at the sight, the call ended and the young woman sends a light smack to his bottom leg. “Boy, if you don’t take them damn shoes off.” Laying closely beside his being, snatching the blunt from between his lips and planting between hers instead.
He kisses his teeth playfully, “This my fuckin’ bed but since you told me to take my shoes off, I will.” The rapper sits up to do as told. “Happy?”
“You had a show tonight too so don’t take this wrong… you should freshen up— I’m not saying that you stink ‘cause you don’t. I’m just saying.” She shrugs, blowing the smoke through her nostrils.
The slight annoyance of her demands quickly subsided due to her looks.
“Coming in my hotel room and telling me what to do… you lucky you fine.” He speaks truthfully with a head shake, heading for the bathroom for a much needed shower.
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“Taste this.” She scoops a good amount of sweet potato pie onto the plastic spoon, bringing it to Mef’s lips. He hums as the sweetness enters his taste buds. “Good ain’t it?” A wide grin falls upon her captivating face as he sends her a nod as a response.
Awhile after Mef’s shower, their food arrived. It was a nearby Soul Food restaurant. The food was delicious and he couldn’t deny it. The next time he would come to the A, he would definitely be eating there again.
“I got a question.”
Putting their plastic containers to the side, she retorts, “Ask away.”
“You ain’t got a man?” A chuckle passes her lips at the question. “As good as you look I know some nigga wanna lock you down or got you locked down.”
His statement made her mentally scoff. “If a nigga had me locked down, I wouldn’t be in this hotel room with you.” Her love life isn’t a topic she’s too enthralled in discussing. She didn’t completely answer the question because she doesn’t feel obligated to.
“Word.” He nods.
“You got a girl?” Almost in an instant, he stops nodding but tries to play it off. Juno is really good at reading body language so she knew instantly. “You love her?” Mef doesn’t bother to meet eye contact, telling the young woman everything she needs to know.
Silence falls amongst the pair until the rapper breaks it, “…just some issues going on right now.” He doesn’t want to talk about it. Juno could hear it in his tone.
“We don’t gotta talk about it. I ain’t tryna pressure you.”
There was sudden mood shift. Both of them could feel it. Juno instantly regretted asking the question because it seemed as if he was still in his feelings over the woman.
“If that’s a dealbreaker for you then… you can leave if you want. I’ll be aight. I enjoyed your company.” With a sigh, he stands to his feet and prepares to walk off to another direction of the hotel room.
Silently, the young woman mentally contemplated whether to leave or not. He had a whole woman at home which whom he’s in love with. Sure, they were having their problems, but what relationship didn’t? She just knew that if she was in the other woman’s shoes, she would be crushed to find out her man is in a hotel room with an another woman being fed.
Though, if she would leave then Mef would still be upset, drinking away his sorrows like how she saw him prior. Deep inside, something made her want to help him feel better. She wasn’t sure how it felt to date him and doesn’t want to know. She couldn’t make him forget about her.
But just for the night, she wanted to make him feel something. She wanted to make him feel good.
She doesn’t owe his girlfriend or whatever she is to him any absolute loyalty. Juno had one of her man crushes in the same room as her so she’s going to take her chance.
Standing to her feet, Juno struts behind his chair, her hips swaying side to side seductively. Mef feels a presence behind him but stays put, thinking nothing of it. Her dainty hands meets the top of both of his shoulders, caressing the pair softly before sliding them along his clothed chest and between his legs.
His attire consisted of a plain baggy white beater and a pair of basketball shorts. Juno didn’t understand why he didn’t settle with the hotel bathrobe because it would’ve been easier access.
Removing her touch, her smooth glowing legs leads her in front of his frame. Mef’s legs were stretched wide, his arms resting on the arms of the chair while his low seductive gaze peered upward in her direction before traveling downward with her sudden movements. Juno was on her knees, pulling his shorts to his ankles to reveal what she’d been aching to lay eyes on for so long.
Mef remained silent, observing her actions closely. It was crystal clear what she wanted and he was going to give it to her.
It was exactly what she imagined. Long, thick, veiny, very well-endowed. He was ecstatic to see her just as much as she was. Without a hesitation, Juno devours him into her mouth and the minute she does, his head tosses backward with a low groan.
His groans would transition into small moans and the moans eventually grew louder. Juno was ravishing him like he was her last meal. Sucking, licking, finding herself kissing it as if it was a trophy. Her right hand wrapped around his phallus, stroking him to perfection. The other down her shorts, playing with herself.
The strapless crop top slid below her perky breasts, revealing the pair due to her hard work. Mef averts his attention onto the beauty giving him the best head he’s ever received. Though, he couldn’t help to notice a name tatted on her left breast that read ‘Dante’ in cursive. He ignores the observation and focuses on her Oscar-winning mouth instead. His hand found itself onto her head, not giving a single fuck about her hair or the fact that she has another man’s name tatted on her.
Her head bobbed up and down, creating beautiful music to their ears. Juno’s mouth reminded him of a vacuum, a beautiful and very skilled vacuum as she sucked like no tomorrow. This wasn’t her first time. She was much too skilled and he had no absolute complaints. He was in bliss. So deep in bliss that he grew close, an orgasm he isn’t ready for just yet. Too quick.
He found himself slightly trying to push her head back, lifting his waist off the chair a bit. She notices before saying, “Don’t run, papa.” Upon quickly going back to work, his toes began curling at the intense pleasure. A plethora of curse words exiting his mouth, “Fuck…”
Moments later after attempting to hold back, he finally let go while she sucked him dry, swallowing every drop. His body shook slightly, a low groan passing his throat. Pools of brown peering into one another’s as Juno took her time to undress, peeling off every piece of clothing one by one teasingly. Initially she was planning to leave after giving him the best head of his life but he was still up at attention, intensely staring in her direction hungrily. Apparently, there was still a job needed to be completed. Who was she to back out of a challenge?
Mef was growing impatient.
No longer seated in the chair, he towers the young woman before lifting her small frame into his arms by her legs while forcing himself inside. His lips crashing into hers. “Oh, fuck…” Her jaw drops at the sudden sensation of him inside her love. Not giving her much time to adjust. Her back was pressed against the wall as he sent the woman powerhouse strokes, arms pinned above her head. His hips circling round and round much to her pleasure.
Her constant wetness and tightness around his phallus kept his top row of pearly whites embedded into his bottom lip. Juno’s eyebrows furrowing together from the pleasure and the pain. The more he had his way with her, the louder she would become. The pair found themselves all over the room, making their mark as well as pushing a few things out of their path, items in which broke. They couldn’t care less about the complaints.
Bent over on the edge of the bed, Juno glances backward at the rapper behind her frame underneath her low gaze. Loud moans exiting her throat. “F-Fuck me like that..” Mef’s head was thrown back, gripping her waist while he gave her his all. He was fucking her so good that she was speechless and she’s usually vocal during sex.
“Mef, oh Mef, oh papa…” Her juices coating his phallus was a hell of a sight. He loved the fact that she was making such a mess because of him. He had her screaming, scratching his back, cursing him out, squirting everywhere, fucking up the sheets, legs wide open as if it wasn’t almost four o’clock. Mef had a flight in three hours yet that hadn’t seem to cross his mind.
Nothing seemed to cross his mind when he had a beautiful woman screaming his name and squeezing around him.
“What, baby?” He quizzes, dragging his tongue across his lips for the millionth time. “Fuck…” Mef couldn’t get over how incredibly wet she was. The sounds were driving him insane. “This pussy so fuckin’ wet for me, mama.” Sending a smack to her backside, she began to throw it back.
His mouth falls agape slightly as he watches her, “Juno, shit.” He couldn’t let her get the best of him again so he flips her over onto her back, pressing her wide legs upon her shoulders, pounding into the woman mercilessly. At this point, she was screaming to the top of her lungs. “Just like that, papa!” Her dainty manicured hands resting on the bottom of her thighs, no matter the pain, she loved it. Not once did she tap out nor push him back. She loved that rough shit.
Juno liked to be fucked like a slut and she was sure that Mef had a lot of pent up anger which she desired for him to take out on her.
Dark brown irises peering down in her direction and suddenly he decided to deepen his strokes before leaning in closer to her face. Both of them admiring one another’s canvas. Her top row of pearly whites embedded into her bottom lip, their eyes meeting instantly. They made a lot of eye contact during their activities but not like this… not in this position.
“You so fuckin’ beautiful, baby.” He compliments the young woman below his being before bringing their lips into a passionate union. “You so perfect.” His dick continuously jabbing at her spot and it wasn’t as rough anymore, it was long and passionate strokes.
Juno wanted to fuck. Not make love nor fall in love.
The dick already had her willing to die for it. The consistent compliments, the dirty talk, the choking, his skillful strokes. Mef knew exactly what he was doing in bed. They were going at it for sometime now and his energy amazed her.
The way he stared at her as if he wanted to do any and everything for her as if he actually loved her. But she knows he doesn’t. He’d only met her a few hours prior. She could never be the woman he was drowning himself in sorrows about. She could never be her. This feeling of his love is temporary. She knew she would never see him again after tonight.
The thought hurt.
Mef’s love brought her to tears, caressing his shoulders and beautiful face to pretend as if she was his girl. As if he was hers. He belonged to someone else. But for right now, Mef belonged to her and she was going to fuck him like no tomorrow.
Regaining her strength, Juno flips the two over to gain control. Bouncing on top of the rapper energetically earning a plethora of groans as he sends several smacks to her backside. Suddenly, his firm right hand grips her neck, thumb sliding between her lips and she sucks on it. “Tell me you love this dick.” He demands, scanning her bare frame and the sight of their bodies colliding together for the millionth time.
“I love this dick.” She does as demanded and though it was a demand, it was the absolute truth. His dick fit her perfectly. “Papa… are you gonna cum for me?” Sucking his thumb seductively, her hips moved in a circular motion, desiring to feel him breed her again. No, she isn’t having his baby. She didn’t want to have his baby. There was no absolute use of protection but she does happen to be on the pill.
Without another word, he nods, completely speechless. She was really putting it on him from her mouth to her everything. For her final move, she leans forward to plant a few sensual kisses along his neck before whispering, “Come inside your pussy,” into his ear. It drove him wild when she called her pussy his. Over the years, she learned that men loved that.
Mef began to fuck her back from underneath the woman, palming her plump backside as his orgasm approaches. His mouth slightly agape in amazement, watching her breasts bounce in his face.
The moment the tip of his dick started to jab at her spot, her orgasm was quickly approaching as well. “Fuck, papa, I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts grew rougher and moreover, the pair found themselves releasing in unison. Their eyes meeting while riding their high, mouths wide open.
For some reason, Mef made sure she felt every drop of his semen. She guessed that it was because he knows it intensifies her orgasms.
“Damn.” Breathing heavily, Mef eyes the woman hopping off of his frame as slow as she could due to her body being sore and slightly limping to the bathroom. A light proud smirk creeps amongst his lips, eyelids shutting to get some sleep.
Light footsteps meets his eardrums yet again so his low tired gaze falls upon a naked Juno whom is getting dressed to his dismay. He wasn’t ready for her to go.
“Leaving me already?”
A giggle passing her throat, she slides on her underwear then came her denim shorts. “You and I both know what this was, Mef.” Her statement results in the rapper’s head to tilt backward in offense, immediately getting out of bed to throw on a pair of the basketball shorts that was laying sloppily on the floor to make his way towards the woman.
“Yeah…” He began. “It was two people who got together and enjoyed each other’s company.”
“Don’t you got a flight to catch in like what two hours?” She found his reaction to her getting ready to leave quite comical. They didn’t really know one another from a can of paint.
“So. That don’t mean you gotta leave yet, shorty.”
Sighing heavily, a captivating smile gracing her lips, “It doesn’t. But after you leave… you have someone to go home to. Never take that for granted.” Sliding her crop top through her head and adjusting it onto her chest. “Not many people have that.” Soon came her socks and shoes.
Juno was unlike any other woman he’d been with sexually. Maybe he was blinded by lust or her looks or the fact that she’s the epitome of cool. He wanted to keep in contact with her, at least. He definitely wanted to link up again.
“Can I at least get your number?”
“Go home to your girlfriend, nigga.” She replies humorously, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. “I enjoyed you, Method Man.” Planting emphasis on his stage name, she pauses through the open door before waltzing in front of his tall frame. Her tattooed arms wrapping around his neck and he leans downward mindlessly, connecting their lips passionately.
One last taste.
Their tongues fight for dominance. Enjoying the taste of one another. Eventually, Mef wins. His hands falling just above her covered backside. Nibbling softly on her bottom lip as she pulls away, sliding her hand down his chest. His intense low gaze peering down at the young woman whom was admiring his half-naked silhouette.
His girl would be dumb to let him slip out of her hands.
Finally, she walks away and he watches her until she’s no longer in his peripheral. The moment she steps outside of the hotel room, her back presses against the wall before tossing her head backward in disbelief.
“Did I just do that?” She mouths to herself.
Moments after squealing softly to herself, Juno saunters for the elevator, feeling like a whole other woman.
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Lonely No More - Eight
Bishop Losa x OC Series
Summary: There was never a dull moment, being the only Reyes sister. But between overbearing brothers, being the family peacekeeper, and countless disaster dates, Amalia finds herself wishing she had someone to unwind with after a hectic day. Funnily enough, Bishop Losa wishes for the same thing.
Warnings: swearing, feels, everything MC related really
Note: -2k hellloooooo!!!! When I tell you I have had the first half of this written since my last bloody upload I’m not kidding🫣🫣 I won’t try to defend myself, I’ll just leave this for you to chew on byeeeeee
It had been four days since the incident, as Amalia was now calling it.
Four days and she hadn’t heard from Bishop. She hadn’t been running past his house as usual, she had however heard a Harley ride past each morning and night. It seemed Bishop wasn’t swaying from his usual route to the club, just deciding to not stop in.
No texting, no calling, no notes.
Radio silence.
She had also been avoiding her brothers, which wasn’t hard. Angel had tried to call her once which she had ignored, instead flicking a text his way saying, sorry busy with work, will call you back, she hadn’t, and he hadn’t tried again.
She even turned the other way when she almost ran into Gilly at the grocery store the day prior. Instead pushing her cart down the aisle of baby bottles and nappies. She was sure she’d successfully dodged him and he hadn’t seen her. He had, but figured she wasn’t in the mood to talk and let her be.
Her mind was stuck on that night, replaying it over and over. It was obviously a mistake. Had to have been. There was no way he had meant to kiss her.
Her friend Zoe had been let in on the secret when she came knocking, worried about her best friend’s sudden dazed mood. Well… Zoe had been let in on how she had made out with a guy and it was great, amazing, fantastic but it was bad, terrible, never should have happened. The fact that the ‘guy’ was a slightly older President of a fucking outlaw club was conveniently left out.
“You can’t be this torn up over a kiss and not give me any details!” Zoe had pouted over a cup of coffee.
Amalia paced the length of her dining table, hands on her forehead in frustration, “it’s not the kiss that’s the issue! Well, okay it’s kind of the kiss but it’s more to do with who the kiss was with!”
“Which was who?”
“I… I can’t say,” Amalia sighed, “it was just with someone it really shouldn’t have been with and now he won’t talk to me and I don’t know what this means or what happens from here. Do I just ignore it too? What if I see him around? I mean, I’m definitely gonna see him around this town is only so big-“
“So he’s a local?”
“And if my brothers ever found out Jesus Christ they would have my head on a platter. They’d kill me! They would actually kill me. They’d never speak to me again-“
“I’m sure they’d be okay with it-“
“Ha! Okay with it? You don’t know my brothers, they’d hit the roof. Angel especially, oh shit Angel-“
“Okay! A! You need to stop and take a breather, seriously. Just talk to me. We can talk it out and work out what to do.” Zoe stood from her seat, gently touching Amalia’s arm and steering her toward a chair.
“Take a breath. Okay, why is this freaking you out so much?”
Amalia looked from her friend to the ground, “I shouldn’t be involved with him.”
“Could you tell me why? If you like him and he likes you-“
“He doesn’t like me, Zo,” she interrupted, mumbling slightly, “It was just a caught in the moment sort of thing. And, even if he did. We couldn’t be involved.”
Zoe sighed, “You’ve said that, but why?”
“It’s… complicated.” The Reyes sister was right. It was complicated.
“Is he a friend of Angel’s?” If she wasn’t going to give straight answers, Zoe was going to start guessing.
Instead of answering, Amalia hesitated before nodding slowly. A friend… kind of. His boss. His President.
“You said he wouldn’t talk to you, have you tried calling him?” Zoe suggested causing Amalia to look down and shake her head.
Zoe continued, “Maybe you should? A simple phone call and this could all be fixed.”
Amalia rested her forehead against her clasped hands and sighed heavily, barely listening to her friend.
“It’ll get sorted out, A. It’ll be okay.”
Four days on, and it still had yet to be “sorted out”.
Had she tried to call him?
No.
Had he tried to call her?
Also no.
That shouldn’t have been cause for concern. Afterall, they’d had many days go by without a phone call before. But that was before. Before everything turned to shit in Amalia’s mind.
Her mind decided to torture her each night when she attempted to get a full night’s rest, teasing her with made up images of Bishop with another woman on his lap at a club party. Quite happily lapping up the attention.
She was sure that wasn’t the case, and even if it was, so what? He could do as he wanted. He was a single man. He could hook up with whoever he wanted. So why did the thought fill the brunette with so much dread?
Another sleepless night eventually led to morning and Amalia dragged herself out of bed, begrudgingly threw on an office appropriate outfit, washed her face and took a deep breath to ready herself for another day of seemingly meaningless work.
The day passed slowly. Send an email, answer a call, read an email, stare blankly at a report that was due tomorrow, wonder why James from sales insisted on hitting ‘reply all’ on an all company email for his reply of:
Thanks,
James.
Her mind numbing train of thought was gratefully interrupted by the short vibration of her phone, the contact on screen reading, Angel
Heads up if you see pop, he’s in a pissy mood.
Relevant enough to not be suspicious, but Amalia knew her brother well enough to know this was an attempt to break the wall of silence she had put between them.
Same with Ez.
Came a second text. Amalia typed out her reply.
Any particular reason?
Dunno. Come to the club later.
Amalia internally groaned. The freaking club. Why couldn’t he suggest his place like a normal brother?
Not in much of a party mood.
Chill. I meant to talk to your little brother.
Oh. Well, stopping by EZ’s trailer was out of the way of the club.. kind of. She could probably be in and out without raising the attention of the President. And if her brother needed her, that had to take priority, right?
Fine. Be there after work.
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Amalia’s stomach was in knots as she drew closer to the club.
‘Sneak in, sneak out, you’ll be fine.’ She kept reminding herself.
If she saw Bishop she had a plan; hold her head high and carry on like the mature adult she was.
Putting her car in park, she gripped her steering wheel and drew a deep breath.
Get out of the car, she thought to herself, get out and beeline for the trailer.
She did just that.
Walking as light on her feet as she could without looking like she was guilty of something to draw as little attention as possible, she kept her head down and made her play straight for the trailer.
Chucky spotted her from the office window and waved out excitedly, she waved back, but apart from the likeable oddball, it seemed there was no one else around.
Good.
It was quiet around EZ’s trailer, as it usually is. Amalia hoped it meant he was tucked up inside minding his own business and not with the guys in the clubhouse.
“EZ!” She called as she approached the door, tapping twice, “You in here?”
She could hear a rustling coming from inside along with a muffled, “Just a sec!”
More rustling followed before finally the small door swung open to reveal the smiling younger brother.
“Hey, A. What’s up?” EZ leaned out the door but didn’t make any move to actually remove himself from his trailer, resulting in him towering over his sister - more than usual.
She gave him a little smile and shrugged, “Just hadn’t seen you around for a bit. Thought I’d check in.”
If EZ wanted to call bullshit he didn’t, instead playfully rolling his eyes, “I’m good, A. Nothing new to report here.”
Amalia knew her brother well enough to know he was lying. But she also knew she couldn’t push him too much, he was like Angel in that way.
She nodded, “Okay well… do you wanna go grab a coffee or something? I could do with a little outing.”
That wasn’t a lie, she could really do with the distraction.
She registered footsteps approaching from behind as EZ replied, “Uh, nah I’m good. Sorry just…” he shrugged, “kinda caught up with something at the moment.”
His smile was forced this time, eyes shooting between her and Angel who had just graced them with his presence. She didn’t acknowledge the oldest brother, attention still on EZ.
“You sure you’re good, EZ?”
Angel piped up, “I heard coffee. I’m down. Be good for some… sibling bonding or some shit.”
Clearly beginning to feel like he was being interrogated, the youngest Reyes pursed his lips and looked between his two siblings.
“What is this?” He started, glaring between them, “Some kind of intervention? You two gossiping about me now?”
While Amalia prepared to defend herself, Angel just shrugged and spoke first, “You’ve been acting weird lately. Pissed all the time. Same with pop. We’re just wondering what’s going on.”
“There’s nothing going on,” EZ stressed, “God you two need your own lives. Honestly, I’m good. Now if you don’t mind…” he gestured to the trailer, “I’m kinda busy right now.”
“Wait, EZ-“ Amalia was cut off by the door swinging closed, taking her younger brother with it. She turned to Angel, “What was that?”
Angel shrugged and looked at the trailer, “He’s been like that for a few days. Doesn’t say much to me.”
Since their mother’s passing, Amalia had tried really hard not to step into the ‘overbearing mother figure’ role. It wasn’t her job. And her brothers were both adults, she couldn’t expect them to tell her every detail about their lives. But in situations like this, when she could clearly see something wasn’t right, the urge to dig grew stronger.
Not my circus, not my monkeys.
Angel nudged her and they began walking back to her car, Amalia noted they were absentmindedly taking the long way, close to the clubhouse.
“Do you think it’s club shit?” She questioned, clocking Angel shaking his head in her peripheral.
“Nah. Things are decent at the moment. I think it’s gotta be something to do with him and Pop.”
Amalia sighed, “And like always, we’re the last to hear about it.”
“Yup.”
While they continued their slow walk toward her car, Amalia could feel eyes on her from afar. Turning her head slightly she found her gaze locked with that of the Mayan President. Gee what a surprise.
She quickly reverted her gaze and let it drop to the ground in front of her. Angel came to a stop and leant against an old fence, Amalia following suit.
“What about you?” Angel questioned. She look at her brother confused before he continued, “Are you okay? Didn’t hear from you for a while. Not like you.”
Amalia took a deep breath and looked around the yard, catching Bishop’s eye again. Neither moved their gaze this time, locked in a staring battle that the Reyes sister was sure to lose, “I’m okay, Angel. Just had some work shit going on. Forgot what a work/life balance was for a second.”
She broke her stare with the President and turned to give her brother a small smile, “I am good, Angel. Promise.”
Liar.
Angel nodded, accepting her answer, “Good. I can’t deal with two fucked up siblings.”
She let out a snort, “Welcome to my life, ‘mano.”
He pushed her and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, “I’m coming for food this week.”
“Only if you use your manners!” She retorted, laughing when he raised his middle finger in farewell.
Her eyes darted the yard once more, again locking with Bishop’s from the porch. Man had a real staring problem apparently.
So he can openly stare at me but can’t send a girl a text?
Again being the first to break eye contact she quickly turned and headed for her car, readying herself to once again hide away and overthink what Bishop’s staring could mean.
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BroZone headcannons please cause I saw your Poppy/Viva one and it was so cool!
Aww, Thank you so much I’m super busy today but This just made my day haha 💕✨ (so I’m writing this on my busy schedule today)
Brozone Headcanons:
Jonh Dory:
-Dude has a Perfectionist problem
-his personality reminds you of Eric Andre
-During his younger boy band days he would mess around with his little brother but he mostly like to mess around with Rosiepuff
-Grandma Rosiepuff mostly yells at John for causing chaos
-dude is obsessed with Rhonda
-His literal senior quote is “Perfect,perfect perfect 100%”
-He likes to mess around with king peppy back in his boy band days
-Has OCD
-He has baby pictures of all of his brothers he once try to make those kpop photo cards of embarrassing pictures of his brothers and sell them to fans his brother were not happy about it
-Will embarrassed the Sh*t out of his brothers no matter how old they are
-branch and Floyd is literally embarrassed to be around John
-Clay just hide whenever John comes to the Putt-Putt trolls village to pay him a visit he would make viva tell John that he was dead
-Bruce once slap the Living Sh*t out of Jonh Dory cuz he keeps calling Bruce —-> Spruce so John thinks twice before calling his name
-since bruce slap John He is deadass scared of saying Bruce name afraid that he’ll mess up again so he just call Bruce Vacay dude with a tall wife and 13 children
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Bruce:
-Had super dad power
-knows when his kids or wife needs something
-he always mentioned “My wife” when ever he hangout with this bros
-he will slap the Living out of you if you dare disrespect his wife and children meaning talking bad about them
-since he’s a dad now he will dad his brother meaning he will cook, feed them put them to bed etc.
-he can surf
-he once taught Floyd how to surf but it failed don’t ask why Floyd rather not talk about it
-he and Floyd has the best brothers relationship beside clay
-He still baby branch around
-when ever John Dory was being a bit to much Bruce would just put a pacifier to shut him up or just put John to bed the other brother thank him for that John can go on for hours on being perfect
Bruce: come on you big baby I think is time for your nappy maybe you’ll stop being cranky
-he definitely listen to Broadway music like Hamilton and others he also listen to smooth jazz
-he is a charmer not even his wife could be angry at him
-back in his band days he would brings a bunch of random girls back to their pod and make out w them he would threatened both clay and Floyd if they ever tell grandma Rosiepuff he would [Beep] their heads off so clay and Floyd just shut up
-He Secretly wants to adopt tiny diamond because he never had a troll size kid of his own before
-He would attempt to kidnap tiny diamond before but got caught by branch
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Clay:
-Definitely a John Dory biggest #1 Hater
-Clay would attempt to murder John but Bruce stopped him
-license CPA put some respect on his name fools
-definitely listen to Kid Cudi he would play it Day N night
-He regret leaving baby branch and Floyd but mostly branch
-He still loves to baby branch around no matter what even in front of Queen poppy
-is in a sad book club
-Clay would often get in trouble w grandma Rosiepuff
-April fools is his favorite holiday his brother and even grandma would get out of the house or won’t go near the house on April fools day
-He once try to sell Floyd and branch for some money but got in trouble
-He try to sell branch again but got in trouble again
-Clay once drew on John Dory and Bruce face during their band days while they were asleep with permanent markers so they couldn’t wash them off so they had to perform like that
-Clay left Floyd behind at a supermarket that one time Floyd was crying so much when a troll brought him back to grandma Rosiepuff
-Clay loves his older brother John Dory despite being his biggest hater he still care about John but he hates it when John push him and his brother past their limits
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Floyd:
-Definitely listen to troye sivan & Lana del Rey
-he even dressed like troye sivan
-he stalk troye sivan so badly that troye sivan wants to put a restraining order on Floyd poor dude T-T
-He wants to marry troye sivan so badly cuz he’s troye Sivan biggest fan
-he loves his brother so much
-he once gave troye sivan flowers but then troye sivan threw them in the trash ;-;
-he still stalks troye sivan doe idk y his brothers would stop him and constantly apologize to troye of Floyd behavior he isn’t like this so maybe being locked up in a diamond prison made him go nuts
-Floyd can’t feel his legs after being free from the diamond prison
-Floyd when branch was born he hated branch a lot but he sooner warm up to branch
-Floyd once got his brother to do the Troye sivan “Got me started dance” and it blew up even troye Sivan was impressed that his number one fan/ stalker killed it at his dance
-Floyd always helps his grandma around the house even taking care of baby branch
-he really regrets leaving branch and his grandma behind because she loved them dearly
-he and barb would become best friends
-Floyd always act like a big brother to John,clay and Bruce whenever they are fighting he is so mature for his age
-Floyd is the family therapist
-Floyd along with branch has the best vocalist
-Floyd has gone through phrases (don’t ask him he’ll die from embarrassment but John definitely has pictures of it so don’t ask John unless you want to die )
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Branch:
-After saving Floyd from the twins he been following Floyd every movement
-Has major abandonment issues
-he will cling onto his brother legs if they leave
-he will not let Floyd or any of his brothers leave he most likely will keep them hostage cause his abandonment issues are real
-he sounds like Justin Timberlake
-He still hold grudges against his brother for leaving him but mostly at John
-he treats his big brother like he owns this place
-He definitely listen to all kind of genres of music
-he’s a Bts army and a blackpink blink (I feel like he is honestly don’t argue with me plz)
-He also listen to NSYNC his favorite member is Justin
-he hates being called bitty B but he somehow let poppy call him that
-he’s a cat person for sure he’ll even act like once towards his brothers
-he will hiss at them if they dare leave
-Bruce couldn’t leave so he would have to explain to his wife for hours why he can’t leave ;-;
-poppy once came to his bunkers and saw his brother tied up in a chair she started to get worried about branch behavior she knows viva has abandonment issues but is not as bad at branch
-She demand to let his brother go but branch wouldn’t let go of his big brother
-even John Dory was crying scared for his life
-when branch was a baby he would get away with anything even murder
-everyone try’s to kidnap branch when he was a baby back in his bands days but John Dory is protective of branch
-He caught Bruce trying to kidnap tiny diamond that once time he would tell guy diamond but then again he threatened Bruce if he saw Bruce try to attempt to kidnap tiny diamond again he would tell
-he is Creek number #1 hater
-he still doesn’t trust Bergens
-he once saw Floyd chasing troye sivan in the streets so branch would restrain Floyd from going after troye
“That troll is Delulu!” Troye said
“He’s my older brother” branch said
“Well your older brother is crazy!” Troye response backing away and running off
“You’re welcome that I restrain him for ya!” Branch shouted while rolling his eyes
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What wakes you up is a loud guitar riff at close range. You jerk up and glare at your guitarist, who shrugs. “Rehearsal, bro.”
You get to your feet, fixing your short nappy curls back in place and double checking your short beard. You're playing at a pretty big club in Lagos tonight, so you can't be napping on the job!
Later, after the gig ends, some groupies find you in the green room. They’re hot, you think, relaxing on the couch with a whiskey before you head back out to the club. Cool braids, lots of hair, confident, just the way you like them.
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Double the Trouble, but Double the Fun (Mapi Leon x Reader)
Day 2! I really enjoyed writing this one.
December had come by so quickly that you barely had time to register what the month would bring. It had been 6 months since the twins had made their grand entrance into the world and since then your life had been nappies and interrupted sleep.
Mapi had been called back to club football pretty much as soon as the twins got out of the hospital so you had been running fairly solo in this parenting show. Of course Mapi was there for all she could be and the twins still somehow managed to prefer her half the time but you still sometimes wished she could be around more.
Mapi had left for game day early this morning and so you had spent most of your cold December day entertaining 2 growing babies and wrapping presents in the gaps when they napped.
Which is what you were currently doing now. You were broken out of your routine by your phone buzzing next to you on the floor. Picking it up you saw an incoming call from Mapi, which you answered right away.
“Hola hermosa, I thought I’d check on you three. Are you sure it’s not the perfect first game to bring them to?” You and Mapi had had this discussion every night for the last week, she was dying for the girls to come watch a game. We’ll be at a game, they didn’t even watch tv let alone football. But you had told her you were not ready to share them yet and that the weather was too cold.
“Nope I don’t think so. Plus they have just gone down for a nap not that long Agar I wouldn’t want to wake them.” It was only a small twisting of the truth. They were closer to waking up rather than being out down but she didn’t need to know that.
You watched as the slight sadness clouded her feature, she was quick to hide it as always. “You’ll show them in the tv though?”
“Of course I will mi amor. At the very least. They need to see their mama play the game she loves. They will love it.” The smile you received over the phone was all you needed to know you were doing the correct thing.
You said your goodbyes and got off the phone to the blonde before the twins could get up. After a quick check that they were peacefully sleeping you rang to person helping you make this happen.
“Hola. Are we doing it?” Alexia didn’t waste a moment. You knew she was excited to see her little goddaughters.
“We are. They have been napping for the last couple hours so when they wake up I’ll feed them and then get them ready. When are you coming over?” You heard her get up on the other end of the line.
“I’ll be with you in 15.” You barely got to laugh at the woman’s eagerness before the end call tone rang in you ear. Pulling your phone away you chuckled a bit more at your best friends antics.
You and Alexia had fed the twins, eaten yourselves, got a bag full of everything you might need ready and had just headed up stairs to the twins room to get them ready.
“Okay I’ll get Remi ready if you get Wren sorted?” You smiled at her when she nodded her affirmation. “Their snow suits are in the car ready so just put her in under layers and a onesie. Their little Mama Barca shirts are in the little wardrobe.”
After both girls were dressed and ready you took a photo of them in their little shirts, Mapi had been waiting for them to get to wear them since she got gifted them when you told everyone you were expecting twins.
“Right let’s go. We have 25 minutes till kick off.” Grabbing a twin each you made your way to the car. Alexia had decided she needed to sit in the back for the ride just to make sure the twins were comfy. You knew this was actually so she could play with them but you didn’t mention it.
You pulled into the players car park as directed by Alexia who was the one to sort the passes for today. Jumping out the car you grabbed the carriers from the boot handing one to the other woman as you knew you weren’t getting away with carrying both while she was here.
Each twin was placed into their adorable snow suits for warmth and then tucked into the carriers facing forward so they could take in their surroundings.
You made it to your seats at just as the game kicked off.
You were surprised by the twins calmness throughout the game. They were both content to look out at the pitch of play with fingers given to them by whoever they were being held by. They spent most of the games say on your laps or bouncing on wobbly legs but neither of them had so much as whined.
You knew a few of the girls had spotted you, Pina being the main one as she kept looking over and grinning excitedly at you and Alexia. The twins had been around these women a lot and you knew they were going to be as excited to see the team as the team are going to be to see them.
When the final whistle blew you clapped much to the joy of the twins who clapped along with you. One of their recent tricks learnt. The most of the Barca girls started to make their way round the fans except for Pina who dragged Patri with her towards you.
“Yes my favourite little ones. Can we go shock Mapi?” You laughed at the grabby hands Claudia was currently doing towards Remi in your lap. The little girl reaching out back at her.
“Of course. Ale give her up.” You laughed at the disgruntled noise that left her lips and the frown of her brows, but she handed your daughter over to Patri.
You and Alexia followed behind the two younger women who were making funny faces and voicing the girls just right to get the infectious giggles out of them.
Mapi was talking with Lucy and Keira when you got close enough for most of the team to notice the two small additions in their teammates arms.
“Oh they are just adorable. Give me.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Bruna, the young girl barely giving Patri the chance to try and object before Wren was out of her arms.
This was also enough to gain the attention of Lucy who you caught eyes with. She poked your wife’s chest and pointed at you over her shoulder.
The moment she turned round her face lit up. You would never tire of the woman’s reaction to seeing you.
“Amor your here!” Your arms snaked their way round her waist when she reached you, as they always did. Hers resting on your shoulders.
“I am. Couldn’t miss you playing anymore.” You grinned at the woman who pulled you closer. You let her connect your lips in a small gentle kiss. Her breathy gracias in between pecks had you swooning.
After a few small pecks you saw the realisation dawn on her face. “Wait where’s my little loves?” As if on cue, one of the twins let out a squeal as she was tickled by Sandra.
Mapi was out of your arms and on Lucy who had managed to get Remi quicker than she had moved all game.
Alexia walked up to you and side hugged you as you watched Mapi grab Wren from Marta. The woman snuffling both girls as much as possible kissing rosy cheeks and tiny fingers that tried to grab her face.
“She’s a great mum.” You turned to look at your best friend, the woman who has made your little family possible when she introduced you to Mapi.
“She’s the best. I wouldn’t want any other person raising those two little girls with me.” With a little nudge Alexia sent you in the direction of said little family.
She watched on as you took a chubby baby from Mapi, pressing a kiss to each babies cheek and then to Mapi’s waiting lips. She watched on as you unzipped the suits and showed the little Barca kits to Mapi who instantly had tears in her eyes. She watched on as you and Mapi stood the twins up, little hands holding fingers so little legs could toddle.
The best part of the night for her was watching you guys forget anyone else was there, the photo of you and Mapi holding tiny hands would be lock screens for many years to come.
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How it all started!
I’ve known who he is for over 2 years, met him at my sisters 21st birthday party, then at a local night club, been introduced to him, but he really has no interest in me! Why would he, he’s in a relationship and is 9 years older than me!
He’s a bad boy, he’s been in trouble with the police a few times, spent a couple of years in prison, he’s been married and has 2 young kids, not a boy you want to take home to mum, but there’s something about him, something that I’m attracted too, something about him that I want!
Finally I get to meet him properly and we are both single! I’m in his pub with my sister and her fella, I’m talking to them and there friends, but my eyes keep getting drawn to him, finally he acknowledges me and comes over to talk, he wants to talk to me!
The evening continues, we talk, we drink, he works and keeps popping back to see me! Not only does he have his bad boy looks, he’s making me laugh, I’m really enjoying his company! The evening ends, the pub is closing, come back to mine he asks? It feels right, so I go!
I’m laying in his bed, wearing one of his t-shirts, he’s holding me close, I feel safe, I feel happy, we both fall asleep in each other’s arms! The bad boy, is a true gentleman!
The next evening we are back together, we meet up in the day and end up back at his, there’s lots of hugs and kisses, and before long we are in the bedroom again, but this time it’s different! We slowly undress each other and he holds me and confesses that things don’t always work sexually for him, I gently hold him and all his concerns go out of the window! It was a magical evening!
The days and weeks that follow are great, he cooks for me, looks after me, I stay at his, he stays at mine, we get on great!
I finish work one evening, head over to his, he’s cooked a lovely meal for me, which is amazing, as usual, he’s such a good cook! I’m chilling on his sofa, drinking wine and watching TV, he’s disappeared up stairs, when he returns, I’m asked to sit on the floor with him, I do and we kiss, then he takes my hand and pulls it to his groin, but instead of finding his erect penis which I was expecting, I feel plastic and padding! My bad boy is wearing a nappy and plastic pants!
I’m shocked and surprised, I don’t know what to say or do, my reaction isn’t what he wants, he gets up and leaves, goes to his bed! I sit stunned, confused and alone!
I sit thinking about what has just happened and realise that if this is who he is, it wouldn’t have been easy for him to tell me! Do I want to keep this not so bad boy, I decide yes, we’ve had such a great few weeks together! I decide that I need to understand more, so I go to him!
I find him hiding under his duvet, embarrassed and ashamed of what has just happened! I hold him in my arms, comfort him and listen to him as he try’s to explain his needs and feelings!
I get into his bed with him, I hold him tight, I move my hand and find myself feeling his adult nappy and plastic pants, I feel him relax in my arms and he snuggles into me like child in need of love! I whisper to him, letting him know that’s it’s ok, as I hold his nappy and I can feel him grow through the thick layer of towelling. That rarely happens when I’m in a nappy he tells me! We smile at each other and he moves forward and passionately kisses me, one of his hands move to one of my breasts, he gentle holds and caresses me, he then moves his lips from mine to my nipple, sucking on me like a feeding baby! His other hand slips into my panties and his fingers push deep inside of me, I grown with pleasure, I’m still holding onto him through his nappy and I feel him become bigger and harder!
Soon the nappy has been pulled down enough for his penis to be released, I decide to take control and push him onto his back, I slide myself onto him, I push down on his arms so that he can’t move, I find myself in control, I slide myself up and down, feeling the nappy underneath me every time I come down on him, every opportunity he has he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks! The whole experience is amazing for us both!
It’s morning and I find myself laying naked in his bed, he is sat next to me, watching me, smiling at me! He is wearing a plain white t-shirt, but underneath I can see the plastic and the nappy which is covering his bottom. I smile at him and gesture for him to come closer, I hold him tightly and I feel him relax in my arms! This must be so hard for him!
We lay together holding each other tightly, for what seems like an eternity. Eventually he pulls away, looks at me and thanks me for my understanding but I need to explain further he says, I need you to fully understand my needs and desires, without them, you won’t know what your letting yourself in for! I look at him, interested and confused, but keen to understand, keen to know what it is all about.
He lays next to me, but faces away, it’s like he’s ashamed, embarrassed to look at me! He starts to talk, it started back when I was a teenager, he says, I don’t know why, but I have a huge desire and need to wear nappies and plastic pants, I don’t go outside the house in them, that I would never do, it’s only for my private time, he says, they make me feel safe, they make me feel happy, I can shut out the big world when I’m in them, he continues! Does that make sense he asks? I think long and hard about what he has said, I understand the need to be away from the world, I say, away from everyday life, away from the stresses of everyday life, but I will confess to never seeing a grown man in nappies before!
I feel him tense up and try to move away, but I hold him closer to kmy body, I’ve enjoyed our time together, I say, and I want it to continue, we all have needs, I say, this is yours and I do feel that I can cope with it! There’s more, I like to wee my nappy, he informs me, really, I say! How disgusting I think to myself! I really would like to wee them now he informs me and I’d like it if you would hold them while I do it!
There is one thing, I think to myself, having a need to be wrapped up like a baby, a need to be shut away from the outside world, a need to feel protected and looked after, I think to myself, but another in actually acting like a baby and filling your nappy!! He takes my hand and moves it slowly to the front of his nappy, I’m really not sure about this, I think to myself, then it happens, I can feel him weeing, the nappy is getting warm as the wee moves through the layers of towelling! I wasn’t sure about this, but as I hold him, I find that strangely it feels good, I hold him and his nappy tightly and I feel his whole body relax in my arms!
I am strangely turned on by the whole event!
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Final 5 chapters SNEAK PEEK!
Chapter 37...
“No,” Sirius said. “He’s not good enough for her.”
“Siri, are you ever going to find anyone good enough for her?”
“That’s not the point,” Sirius insisted, waving her off. “She’s my daughter and I don’t like him.”
“It’s interesting that you celebrated sex with Harry and with Leo and yet even the thought of your daughter snogging a boy sends you through the roof,” Zee teased.
“I know it’s a double standard and all that, I’m aware,” Sirius growled. “Stop pointing it out.”
Zee chuckled and climbed into her husband’s lap. “She loves him, Sirius.”
“She’s seventeen, what does she know?”
“What did Harry and Ginny know?”
“They were different.”
"Mina knows her own heart, Sirius,” Zee began. “Leo likes him. They’re best friends.”
Sirius scoffed. Leo and Grayson had become friends after meeting in the duelling club and despite being in separate houses had grown close when Leo had been in fifth year.
“That’s worse! It’s like breaking a code or something.”
“Aydin is Mina’s best friend.”
“Zee, stop pointing out all of the ways that I’m wrong,” Sirius demanded.
She grinned, sliding her fingers through his hair. “But it’s so fun.”
“When did they grow up?”
“Too fast,” Zee agreed, pecking his lips. “But they did.”
Chapter 38...
Ron finished up his paperwork and headed home. He walked into the house in time for Hugo to run past him, covered from head to toe in something red and sparkly as Rose screamed at him to stay out of her room.
Ron caught his son around the waist, grimacing at the sheer amount of red sparkles covering his four-year-old.
“Bloody hell, Hugo, what happened?” Ron demanded.
“Rose threw them at me!” Hugo cried, tears in his eyes.
“ROSE!” Ron bellowed.
His six-year-old-daughter stuck her head out of her room. “He was in my room, Daddy!”
“That’s not an excuse,” Ron said. “Where did you even get this many red sparkles?”
Hermione appeared a moment later, looking slightly ragged as she held their eight-month-old-son Granger in her arms. “Goodness! I disappear for two minutes to change Granger’s nappy and all hell breaks loose.”
Hugo was crying and trying to wipe at his eyes which only made sparkles get in them. Hermione passed Granger to Ron to take care of Hugo and Ron turned to glare at his daughter.
“Hugo looks up to you, Rosie. He just wants to play with his big sister.”
“I told him to leave and he wouldn’t,” Rose said, tears in her eyes. “So I threw my bag of glitter at him. I didn’t know that it would open and go everywhere.”
Ron sighed and bent down to pull his crying daughter into his arms. “All right, Rosie. You apologize to your brother. We don’t throw things, are we clear?”
“Yes,” she whispered, wiping at her tears.
It took Hermione over thirty minutes to get Hugo sparkle free and by the time they had dinner and got the kids to bed, Ron was exhausted. He pulled Hermione down into his lap on the sofa and rested his beard against her neck.
“Bloody hell, I could sleep for a month.”
Hermione chuckled and ran her fingers through his hair. “You and me both.
Chapter 39...
Draco spotted Potter and his wife twirling around the dance floor both in burgundy robes and staring into each other’s eyes in a way that made him want to gag. Yes, this place was definitely not for him. He turned towards the food table and shoved a crab cake into his mouth before he turned and crashed into the person behind him. His Prosecco splashed out of his glass onto her dress and his eyes widened in horror. His eyes moved down the slim figure of the woman in a long black evening gown with a front slit and back up her waist to the high neck and sleeveless ensemble that was now damp on her chest and bare arms. Elegantly alabaster arms, he noted.
“Pardon me,” Draco exclaimed rather stiffly. “I do beg your pardon.” Then his eyes landed on her steely blue ones and a jolt of recognition shot through him. “Astoria?”
Astoria Greengrass looked absolutely stunning in a form fitting black gown. Her black hair was long and straight and hung down her back in what looked like black silk. She wore diamonds in her ears and on her wrists and Draco gaped at her like a fish out of water.
“Malfoy,” Astoria said, shaking Prosecco off of her hand.
“I apologize,” Draco said. “I didn’t realize anyone was behind me… let me.”
Half a second later, his wand had removed the mess, but not before he noticed the chill of the Prosecco had made her nipples pebble through her dress. She gave him an annoyed look.
“Thank you.” Astoria made to walk off and he reached out to touch her wrist, suddenly not wanting to be alone. “Did you want to spill something else on me?”
Draco removed his hand, his cheeks heating. “No, and again, I sincerely apologize, I just… I’ve only been back in England a few months.”
“And you thought the best thing to do upon your return would be to throw a glass of Prosecco at me? How charming.”
Chapter 40...
Theo was finishing up some case notes in his library when he heard a door slam followed by a very loud bellow of, “Uncle Theo!”
He frowned and stood up, moving out of the library to see who’s voice it was and his face brightened at the sight of his fifteen-year-old-godson Albus Potter marching towards him.
“Alby! This is a nice surprise.”
Albus wrinkled his nose. “Albus now, Uncle Theo. Alby makes me feel like a kid.”
“Sorry,” Theo said with a smile. “Hard to break the habit. What can I do for you?”
Albus let out a long breath and shoved his hands in his pockets, the look on his face reminding Theo so much of a teenage Harry it startled him. Albus really was the spitting image of his father minus the glasses.
“I need your help, but you have to promise that this stays between us.”
Theo lifted an eyebrow. “You know my rules, unless it’s a matter of life or death anything you tell me stays between us.”
Albus nodded and shifted his shoulders. “Can we go somewhere and talk alone?”
“Come on back into the library,” Theo said. “Uncle Bas took Ben, Spence, and Sadie to a Quidditch match so we have the place to ourselves. Do you want some tea or a snack?”
Albus shook his head, plopping himself down on the leather sofa in the library. “No. I just… I’m in trouble.”
Theo took a seat next to his godson. “What kind of trouble?”
Chapter 41...
A red spark flashed on his desk with a soft ping so he touched his wand to it. “Yes, Anita?”
“Your wife is here, Auror Potter,” Anita’s voice seemed to rise up from the spark.
A grin spread across his face. “Send her in.”
Half a minute later, he saw his wife knocking her knuckles against his doorjamb, a picnic basket in her hand. “Knock, knock. I brought you some lunch.”
Harry beamed at her. She looked gorgeous with her long red hair pulled back in a braid. She was wearing black tights and a large purple jumper with her black cloak undone. She had her winter boots on and a cute toque on her head with a purple pom. Her pregnant belly was visible at five months and as always, Harry looked at his wife with complete awe. Even after being married for almost twelve years, he still thought she was the most breathtaking woman he’d ever seen.
“Perfect surprise.”
He watched her close the door to his office. She tapped the door with her wand, making his eyebrow rise before she came around his desk to straddle him; his eyes widened.
Ginny linked her arms around his neck. “Hi, Deputy Head Auror Potter.”
His lips curved. “Hi, Mrs Potter.”
Ginny leaned in to nip at his bottom lip. “I dropped the kids off at school and Mum has the twins. I watched you leave today and I thought you’ve had this whole office to yourself for over a month now and I haven’t even popped by for a proper visit.”
“You’ve been busy,” he said, a soft moan escaping him when she planted an open-mouthed kiss on his throat. “After everything that happened with Jamie and Alby and then the holiday and… Gin…”
She was sucking on the pulse in his neck in that perfect spot that always drove him mad and when she licked the mark to soothe it, his already interested cock sprang to full attention.
“All true,” she said. “But a good wife should have made the time to come in, check it out, and more importantly,” she whispered, her hand sliding down to open the button his trousers. “Make sure it’s properly christened.”
Harry’s eyes darkened. “Gin… fuck, we can’t.”
Her brown eyes twinkled in mischief. “Doors locked. You’re on lunch.”
“That’s not…”
She pulled her jumper over her head and he licked his lips. “You have an hour for lunch, right?”
He nodded, afraid to speak.
Ginny opened her bra and his eyes immediately dropped down to take in her magnificent tits, big and round from pregnancy. She took his hands and placed them overtop of them.
“Mmm, how many times can you make me come in an hour, Harry?”
Harry swallowed. “Is there even anything in that picnic basket?”
Her brown eyes twinkled in mischief. “Of course there is. I just thought you might want to eat me first.”
Only 5 chapters left!
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tagged by @rizaposting HOLDING UR HAND AND PRESSING MY FOREHEAD AGAINST UR SHOULDER i never get tagged in these so this is fun huehue
are you named after anyone? not technically, ive asked my parents multiple times about How they came up with me and my siblings names, but they just. didnt think very hard about it. fjkdlsjfdlas. but in a way im named after my mom, because me and saturns given names start with the same letter as our moms; my younger siblings names start with the same letter as our dads. i guess me and saturn could also be named for one of my dads uncles?? our names mixed make that uncles name. but idk im not willing to believe my dad cares that much about Anyone in his family to honor their memory through our names lawl
when was the last time you cried? i think the other day watching atla, when zuko and iroh reunite before the final battle. zuko trying to stumble through an apology and thinking iroh must hate him, but iroh just without even saying anything grabbing zuko and pulling him into a tight and tearful hug... man ;_;
do you have kids? HELL NO!!!!! im barely halfway through my 20s i should be at the club. dont want kids, never wanted kids, will never want kids. i will tolerate being my nieces and nephews cool auncle when my siblings start having kids of their own, and No More, thanks
do you use sarcasm a lot? i guess so?? its hard to gauge. i feel like most of the time i speak sincerely, but i will also throw in the occasional sarcastic quip. shrugs
what sports do you play? i dont play any sports anymore, but up until high school i played softball. i was pretty good i think! pitcher and second base. also in middle/high school i was a baton twirler for band and i guess dance competitions (i have Never thought of it as 'dance' but i guess technically i was dancing... blegh), and im gonna count that as a sport. any activity with the possibility and probability of being hit on the head by a metal rod counts as a sport to me
what’s the first thing you notice about people? probably their height. most people are taller than me but i will make an immediate note of people who are Shorter than me
what’s your eye color? grrrreen gray? i spent a few minutes staring at my eyes trying to figure out the color but all i did was strain my eyes jfldks
scary movies or happy endings? hmmmmmm i love both. i like blood and gore and guts and evil, but i also like heartwarming fluff where everything works out. i cant decide!! it just depends on my mood hehe
any special talents? i hesitate to claim i have perfect pitch because it sounds self congratulatory, but im pretty sure i have perfect pitch lmao. i cant Identify notes by name but i can recreate pretty much any note i hear, as long as its in my range. im not a good singer though lawl i dont have the technique. in the same vein, i can recreate other noises i hear pretty well, like i taught myself how to do the perry the platypus clicking sound Thing he does just by listening to it
where were you born? texas born and raised! everyone i knew growing up was a redneck or a 'cowboy church' christian
what are your hobbies? drawing, writing fanfic oneshots or rps with friends, bideo games, rewatching the same handful of tv shows and letsplays and video essays over and over again
do you have any pets? my son, my sweet bubby, apollo :> my stupid little man, hes gonna be 3 this year i think! flame point siamese kitty, dumb as rocks, currently i think hes burrowed in the sheets on my bed taking a nappy
how tall are you? 5'2", but add a couple inches because i almost exclusively wear shoes that add height, like my Big Dyke Boots i wear every day hehe
favorite subject in school? any of my electives probably, like art and music/band. in college my favorite classes i ever took were film appreciation, screenwriting, and theatre directing (which i signed up for thinking it was film directing, but it was still so fun and interesting)
dream job? honestly?? i think anything on the set of a movie or tv show would be awesome. maybe creative consultant, so that i can interject my own ideas into other peoples projects. i tend to feel my most creative when im working Around other peoples ideas tbh. all that, or lead writer/director on my own tv show/movie/video game, if i ever feel like i can handle that pressure
GET TAGGED @applescabs @lizardyeast @cottagegay and anyone else that sees and wants to participate :>
#mine#this is such a classic type of post. u never see people do tag memes anymore i feel like#i hardly ever see them anyway!
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On The Ice (continued)
Inspired by this delightful art by @ecler16
A short follow-up to On the Ice
A Figure Skater!Charles x Hockey Player!Max Fic
Summary: Max may hate media days, but Charles finds that he doesn't mind so much.
Warnings: Moderate language; fluff and romance; teasing, so much teasing
A/N: The fabulous sketches strike again, so here's a little extra follow-up. Cheers, friends 😊❤
Also on AO3
“Good afternoon, hockey fans.” The interviewer says with a bright smile. “For the third time in four years, Monaco HC has triumphed in the playoffs and is once again headed for the league championship game. And it is my absolute privilege to speak with three of Monaco HC’s finest stars: Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, and Lando Norris.” She pauses for dramatic effect as she turns a wide smile to her three guests. “Gentlemen – thank you for joining me today and congratulations on a fantastic season and post-season.”
Daniel’s smile gleams bright from where he sits on the left side of the couch. “Thank you, thank you. It’s a tough job, you know, having to carry these guys’ dead-weight to glory,” he says with a put-upon sigh, “but someone’s got to do it.”
Lando shakes his head from the right side of the couch as a smile curls the corner of his mouth. “And this is why you can’t believe a single word that he says.”
“I wasn’t talking about myself, geez.” Daniel glares around Max, seated center, to meet Lando’s gaze. “Just ask every publication out there – Max has been the star of the season.”
The interviewer nods in agreement. “While the team has seen great success this season, Max – your stats have indeed been off the charts. Best in the league by far and away. Monaco HC is your first major professional club, but all throughout your youth, the clubs that you join have seen great rates of success. Is there a reason for that?”
Max upturns his mouth dismissively as he offers a short shake of his head. It doesn’t do anything to dispel the faint blush that colors his cheeks. “I mean, it’s every player’s dream to play for successful clubs, and ones that have a longstanding history of success are better positioned to offer the best chance at achieving that going forward. I do expect a lot of my team and they expect a lot of me in return – and I think that’s how it should be. We win – or lose – together, and while one person can make a difference, one person does not a team make.”
The interviewer’s smile widens. “Spoken like a center who truly values his wingers. Though, Daniel - you're no slouch at the position, yourself.”
“Feels like it was just yesterday - oh, wait,” Daniel says, flashing Max a teasing grin. “It was just yesterday since you were still in nappies – both of you! But I know that you’ve learned so much from me and I’m just so humbled – but in all seriousness,” his teasing tone fades to something more genuine and heartfelt. “Max and Lando are two of the best. I started playing in this league five years before Max joined – and it’s a dream come true for us to have both landed at Monaco HC these last four seasons. We’re having a great run – and even Lando joining the team three years ago hasn’t changed that. We work hard and put in the effort, and that… that makes the reward all the more satisfying.”
Lando scoffs through a laugh. “Well, thank you for confirming that me joining the team hasn’t spoiled all of your fun.” He looks around Max and Daniel to the interviewer, playing up the sympathetic gleam in his eyes. “Do you see what I have to work with? The abuse, the taunting…”
Max joins Daniel’s gentle chuckle. “It was worse during your rookie season – it’s that way for all of us.”
“And you’re a rookie no more!” The interviewer declares happily. “In fact, you’re the second highest scorer on the team –“
Daniel groans and pounds a fist over the left side of his chest. “Direct hit, through the heart!”
The interviewer offers a sheepish smile. “I know, Daniel – I’ve loved you on the ice for years and it does break my heart to say it – but without doubt, you are the heart and soul of this team.”
Max nods with a teasing glint in his eyes. “I have to agree – I think we would all be a little lost without Daniel.”
“You try finding your way without that blinding smile around,” Lando agrees with a cheeky smirk. “Bloody impossible.”
“Y’all should be so lucky,” Daniel exaggerates his accent, giving the syllables a vaguely American-western slant. “One day, you’ll be without it and there will be tears. All the tears! And I expect you two to sob the most and publicly bawl like babies.”
Max chuckles, shaking his head. “That’ll be the day, mate.”
“Alright,” Daniel concedes with another teasing glance at his teammate. “Maybe not for me, but on your wedding day, I bet you won’t be able to keep a dry eye the entire day.”
The interviewer visibly perks up. “Wedding day...?” She looks over at Max with the thrill of new discovery. “Does that mean there’s been a secret engagement…?”
The tips of Max’s ears go pink and a grin teases the corner of his mouth before he can stop it. “Just because we’re not shouting it from the rooftops or making big statements to the media doesn’t mean it’s a secret. That’s just not how Charles and I prefer to do things, nor do I see that changing. But Charles has done me the biggest honor of my life, and I will spend the rest of it proving that to him.”
The interviewer’s face turns to a live-action heart-eye emoji as she presses a hand over her heart, swooning over Max’s words.
“Wow…” Lando deadpans, looking askance at Max. “I had no idea you were such a romantic… honestly, it’s almost nauseating. I might throw up.”
Daniel feigns a dramatic sniff as he throws a brotherly arm around Max’s shoulders. “And I’m already tearing up! We’re so happy for you, Maxy – truly – but no extended honeymoons, alright? Can’t have you slacking off and setting a bad example for the rest of the team, and gaining… oh, what do they call it? The newlywed nine!”
“The newlywed nine…?” Max queries back with a raised brow. “Never heard of that…”
“Cute, isn’t it?” Daniel affirms. “It’s an American expression for packing on weight - pounds for them - after getting married. The thought is that you’re so blinded by love that you stop working out and eating more.”
Max chuckles, shaking his head as he takes in the new information. “Well, that’s… quite a thought. I guess we’ll find out if there’s a day when my uniform doesn’t fit anymore.”
Lando gives a slow shake of his head. “It’ll be too late by then.” He says with mock-disappointment. “More weight will slow you down and I’ll have to take over as starting center.”
“Don’t you dare, mate!”
“I knew you always wanted it!”
Daniel and Max talk over each other with laughter in their voices as Lando’s attempts to hold a straight face fail and he, too, dissolves into laughter.
The interviewer looks away from the three teammates back towards the camera. “No doubt the camaraderie displayed here today has helped propel Monaco HC to the stunning run of victories they’ve achieved. Gentlemen,” she turns back to them. “Thank you all for being here today. We wish you all the best in the championship game, and Max – many congratulations and all the best wishes for your future happiness.”
“Stop making that face.”
Pierre’s voice breaks Charles’ attention away from his phone. He glances across the coffee shop table towards the Frenchman who glares back at him equal parts disgusted and unimpressed.
The apples of Charles' cheeks heat up. “What face?” He says with an innocent shrug. “I’m not making a face.”
“Yes, you are. Whatever you’re looking at over there has you glassy-eyed like a lovesick puppy.”
Again, Charles offers a shrug. “Well, what else can you do when your fiancé just confirms your engagement on national telly…”
Pierre raises his espresso, rolling his eyes. “Of course, your fiancé this… your fiancé that…”
Charles hits the lockscreen button, placing his phone on the table before reaching for his own steaming drink. “Once upon a time, that could have been you….”
“Ugh, please. Mon dieu,” Pierre scoffs, frowning at the thought. “We make for much better friends than we ever did lovers, and let’s keep it that way.”
Charles chuckles against the rim of his own cup before taking a drink. All too well, he remembers those frenzied, passionate days when he and Pierre crossed that line into romantic intimacy. But now that those turbulent days have long retreated into memory, there’s no one else on the figure skating team that he considers a friend, let alone his best friend. And, as such, Pierre – bless him – has heard a lot about Max in the intervening years.
He takes another drink of his hazelnut latte, letting the indulgent taste wash over his tongue. The words from the interview he just watched echo in his mind, and okay… maybe he really shouldn’t indulge in all the extra calories right now. Setting his cup down, he glances back at Pierre. “Have you ever heard of ‘the newlywed nine’ before?”
“No, why would I?” The corner of Pierre’s mouth lifts. “Do I look like a newlywed to you?”
Now, it’s Charles’ turn to roll his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, it’s just a question. Besides, you’re only single because you’re so damn picky. Max has offered to introduce you to several friends –“
Pierre frowns. “If you think I would stoop to dating a brutish hockey hooligan, you can think again. Unlike some,” he teases good-naturedly. “I actually have standards when it comes to my lovers.”
“Then what does it say that my brutish hockey hooligan fiancé is the best lover that I’ve ever had, hmm?”
“Please, Charles.” The Frenchman scolds as he again reaches for his espresso. “People are actually trying to eat and enjoy their beverages. You can save the explicit details for our wine nights, because yes, this isn’t the first time that I’ve heard you say that…” He pauses to take a sip of his drink, watching Charles do the same. “Are you okay with it, though?” His tone takes a concerned edge as he fixes Charles with a perceptive gaze.
It's something that Charles has always appreciated about Pierre. No matter how abrasive or dramatic he can be, he does genuinely care.
Pierre continues softly. “I mean, hopefully you two have talked about your engagement becoming public at some point, yes?”
Charles nods quickly. “Yes, we have. And, just like he said, it’s not a secret, nor did we plan to make some big announcement to the world. In fact, it wasn’t even Max who brought it up.” A smile warms Charles’ face before he realizes it. “It was Daniel who bet him that he won’t be able to get through our wedding day without crying…”
“Oh, we’ll make sure of that.” Pierre confirms. “You’re going to look so beautiful that he won’t be able to help it.”
Charles’ smile widens as his heart swells with affection for his fiancé.
“But Charles has done me the biggest honor of my life, and I will spend the rest of it proving that to him.”
“There you go again,” Pierre sighs with mock-affront. “Smiling that idiotic, dopey smile of yours. Honestly, I’m glad that you never sent those smiles towards me. If this is what love – true love – does to people, than maybe I’m better off just having a distinguished line of affairs.”
Charles chuckles against the rim of his cup. “Good choice of word, that – especially after the last one… Esteban, right? Wasn’t he already married?”
“No... well, technically yes, but - ugh.” He cuts himself off with a frustrated sigh. “Let’s just agree that we’ll never talk about him again, d’accord? You and Max just need to have a wedding already – they’re great for casual fucks. Something about them just puts everyone in a horny mood.”
Charles hums in vague amusement. “Small wonder that an event celebrating love puts everyone in a romantic mood.”
“Horny and romantic don’t have to go in hand-in-hand, you know.”
Charles doesn’t hold back a chuckle this time. “As soon as we have a date set, you’ll be the first to know.”
“As your Man of Honor, I expect nothing less.” He flashes Charles an incorrigible smirk across the table. “There will be so many details to line up and sort out, though, do you know who Max has asked to be his Best Man?”
“Not sure,” Charles shakes his head. “I suspect it will be Daniel, but I don’t know if he’s thinking that far ahead yet.”
“Merde.” Pierre shakes his head, pursing his lips to a tight line. “You have so much work ahead you… you might just remain a fiancé indefinitely.”
Something about that makes Charles smile. “Honestly? The wedding with all the details and accoutrements is just the icing on the cake, really." His smile widens with content happiness. "Even if staying a fiancé indefinitely means that I still have Max in my life to love every day, then that doesn’t sound terrible at all.”
#max verstappen#max verstappen fanfic#charles leclerc#charles leclerc fanfic#formula 1#f1#formula 1 fic#f1 rpf#lestappen#daniel ricciardo#lando norris#pierre gasly
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A Search for Balance
CHAPTER 15: WATCHFUL EYES
Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.
Tagging: @flareshogwarts
A/N: David Willows (in mention) belongs to @that-scouse-wizard
After the match against the Wimbourne Wasps was over, Ethan and Skye headed towards the press box to give some interviews, while a broadly grinning Dougal Docherty led his teammates to the changing room to celebrate. Lizzie was about to follow them when Ethan called her back.
"Where do you think you're going? Suppose the press vultures want to have a word with you."
Surprised, Lizzie looked at Skye, who avoided her eyes and stared at the ground instead. Lizzie frowned to herself; Skye had been tense before the game, but nothing out of the ordinary. They had won their match, so what was wrong with her?
Shrugging it off, Lizzie turned to follow Skye and Ethan up into the stands. When they arrived at the press box, Lizzie was immediately bombarded with questions about the match, her recovery, and her expectations for the new season. She answered with professional vagueness, dodging every question about her contract or Matthew with a witty remark or charming smile. When Rita Skeeter appeared a few minutes into the interview, Lizzie geared herself for the prying and probing, but luckily, Rita’s attention was elsewhere today.
"Congratulations on your sensational win today, Miss Parkin." Not waiting for Skye’s answer, Rita glanced at what her Quick-Quotes Quill had already written and nodded with satisfaction. "The change in your approach really turned the tide for the Wigtown Wanderers. As I understand from what your coach - and father, naturally - has said just now, you actively defied his orders after Mr Willows’ injury. Is this your way of trying to prove that you can carry your weight in the Quidditch business? Or is your quick ascendancy to team captain nothing more than nepotism?"
Lizzie's eyes widened at Rita's insolence. Skye's mood was deteriorating at an alarming rate; her posture had stiffened and she reminded Lizzie of a cat ready to pounce.
"It's got nothing to do with my name," she snapped, visibly seething. "I'm a smashing player in my own right. I can lead my team without my dad holding my hand, and if you believe otherwise, I can tell you where to -"
"Skye still has a lot to learn, in many regards," Ethan cut her off with a very heavy hand on Skye's shoulder. "But she's my daughter. A Parkin. She's learned Quidditch since being in her nappies."
"So is what we saw today the beginning of a new era?"
Ethan's grip on Skye's shoulder intensified. "It worked, I'll give her that. But that dallying around with the Quaffle has nothing to do with what we stand for - dominance on the pitch and precise attacks. She'll learn in time that it's about the club and not the player, like every Parkin before her."
Rita's red lips twitched into a sly smile. "So it's true, then? She got the position because she's part of the Parkin dynasty?"
Skye opened her mouth to object, but before she could do so, Ethan nodded. "The Wanderers have been led by us Parkins ever since their founding. Skye has it in her blood. Give her some time to grow into her Quidditch boots, and she'll be worthy of continuing our legacy."
Throughout Ethan's answer, Skye had quietly looked at the ground with a stony face. After answering a few more trivial questions, the journalists dissolved, and Lizzie and Skye were sent to rejoin their team. It was probably for the better; Skye had become increasingly snarky the longer the interviews had lasted, and now she wasn't talking anymore at all. Lizzie knew better than to push her; moods like this had gotten them into bitter fights over the years, and she didn't feel like ending her day with being shouted at.
When they entered the changing room, the mood was already running high. The reserve players had joined their celebrating teammates, and there was music, drinks, and laughter all around. While a smile was spreading on Lizzie's face, Skye wordlessly grabbed her things and stalked away to the showers.
Lizzie hesitated. Her Quidditch robes were beginning to feel clammy, but she didn't want to be alone in the shower room with Skye. Still contemplating her options, she walked over to her seat, unfastening the buckles of her arms protections on the way.
Next to her locker, Orion was standing with Morgaine, who promptly excused herself, when Lizzie arrived. Lizzie watched after her in mild astonishment but wasn't exactly sad to see her go either.
"What was that about?" she frowned at Orion. "Did I interrupt something?"
"Only two teammates sharing their insights about the match," Orion smiled, and Lizzie felt her apprehension melt away. When he offered her a bottle of Dragon Scale Ale, she gladly accepted it.
"Congratulations on returning to your rightful place," Orion said as he and Lizzie touched their bottles together.
"To you as well," Lizzie smiled and took a sip of the ice-cold drink. The look in Orion's eyes told her that he was aware of the tension that was only slowly dropping from her shoulders. He glanced at the door Skye had vanished through.
"Is our captain not in a spirit to join the celebrations?"
Lizzie shook her head. "I don't think so."
"The fire of victory was burning brightly in her when we left. What happened?"
Lizzie gave him a quick rundown of the interview with Rita. When she was done, Orion nodded.
"Every name carries a history that either gives us wings or weighs us down. It is for us to decide whether we let its light nurture us or stay in the shadow it leaves in its wake."
"I'm sorry for her," Lizzie admitted. "Being a Parkin was something Skye used to be proud of. Now, it seems like it's suffocating her."
"The universe doesn't favour absolutes. Like everything else, family pride comes in shades of grey."
A peculiar expression showed on Orion's face for a moment. It made Lizzie pause, but before she could ask if there was something he wanted to talk about, Skye returned from the shower room. Her hair hanging wet around her face, she stalked over to Lizzie and Orion, snatched her bag from the bench and left without another word.
Lizzie watched after her with a sinking feeling to her stomach, which intensified when she heard a familiar voice arguing from outside the door. Hastily putting down her drink, she gave Orion an apologetic look, grabbed her bag and left the room. The fact that Morgaine was immediately there to take her place wasn't lost on her, but she pushed her irritation aside and stepped into the hallway. She had more important things to take care of now.
"I don't see why I can't go in. Do you even know who I am?" Matthew was snapping at a member of the club’s staff just as Lizzie emerged from the changing room.
"Listen, mate. I don't care if you're a player agent, Merlin, or Walter Parkin himself. Only players and the coaching staff get access on matchdays. The club's making the rules, not me."
"It's fine, I'll take it from here," Lizzie hastily cut into the conversation. The staff wizard shrugged indifferently and continued on his way. The look with which Matthew watched him go was dark.
"Who does this git think he is?" he huffed. "Not letting me into the changing room, as if I was some kind of outsider."
Lizzie didn't like Matthew’s tone but knew better than to tell him so. "It's really not his fault. It's just the rules."
"The rules shouldn't include the players' agents. If we want to talk to our clients, who are they to keep us from them? Skye was no help either, by the way. She just ran past me and didn't even stop to back me up."
"You weren't let into the changing room, Matthew. It's really not the end of the world," Lizzie sighed, her irritation at how he was behaving growing.
"Maybe, but it's not exactly polite either," Matthew said coolly. "Actuall, you were supposed to meet me right after you got changed. What kept you?"
Lizzie plucked at her scarlet Quidditch robes. "I'm still not changed."
"And why is that?"
"Ethan had me and Skye give some interviews. I thought you'd approve of that."
Matthew glanced past her into the busy changing room. "Drinking with your comrades doesn't look like giving interviews to me."
"That's team business." Lizzie stepped to the side, effectively blocking Matthew's view of the room. "My business."
"Your business is my business. We're a team, remember?" Matthew replied. Suddenly changing the topic, he took up Lizzie's hand. "You played brilliantly today. How's your hand? Are you in a lot of pain?"
He bent and prodded her wrist, examining it as if it was still fragile. Lizzie felt uncomfortable with how he was touching her but resisted the urge to pull away until he let her hand drop of his own accord.
"I’m in no pain at all. Being back on the pitch is the best feeling," she answered his question with a smile she didn't feel.
"You eclipsed them all today. I'm not surprised Ethan took you along afterwards." A smirk appeared on Matthew's face. "I had a word with some journalists I know. They are thrilled with you and will give you good coverage, I think. Do you know what that means?"
"A good look on the team?"
"A good look on you," Matthew smiled broadly. "Positive coverage makes for a good position with the public. That will give me all the leverage I need when I meet your execs next."
Lizzie's brows drew together in dismay. "There’s still no contract offer yet?"
The smile on Matthew's face slipped, even if only a little. "Thank Godric there isn’t. If you continue to do your job as well as today and smile nicely for the cameras, we can ask anything we want from them."
"I really just want a new contract for the next season, you know?"
"You'll get the offer you deserve," Matthew said with a finality that made it clear he didn't want to discuss the topic any further. "Now, how about we celebrate your victory in style? Let's get you home and into something more appropriate for dinner."
Without waiting for an answer, Matthew took Lizzie's bag from her and put his arm around her shoulder. Lizzie would have preferred heading to the pub with the team to a fancy but lonesome dinner with Matthew, but she had made him wait for her earlier; it was only fair to give him the attention he was due now.
Stifling a sigh, she quietly nodded her consent and let Matthew lead her down the hallway and away from the changing room until she could hear the music and laughter of her celebrating friends no longer.
#hphm#hogwarts mystery#harry potter hogwarts mystery#quidditch#orion amari#orion amari x mc#lizzie jameson#skye parkin#balance series#search for balance#sfb
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Drugs seemed like a great getaway for awhile,until the palpitations infested my already heartbroken heart and friends flung themselves from 9th floor storey buildings smashing their heads against curbs.Sleeping in the arms of women who caressed my nappy hair and quieted the voices in my head worked for awhile ,but envy crept in and desire turned to disdain,pleasure into pain and alas,many times I wept,crept and got swept away by roaring rains.I travelled many miles too,pangs stinging my heart at the thought of leaving family behind,the town I never really belonged to,a home I never came home to,hoping to get as far away from misery as I could,but loneliness followed me everywhere I went. Into bars, pubs,clubs and even in church, I was forever God's lonely man.Music healed me, soothed my sorrows,transported me to indescribable dimensions,where melodies and rhythm intertwined into ballads of repressed of trauma and the blood and sweat of a tarnished childhood.But as soon as the instruments quieted down reality would come knocking on my door in the wee hours of the morning,like an unfaithful lover who goes out into the night on a promiscuous spree leaving her husband tossing and turning in bed with harrowing anguish.
Sometimes I played Russian roulette with my own life,a thrilling game,drinking myself into a stupor,coming within inches of death, flirting with her ,inviting her to my door.Sometimes she would wink and flash her smile,and we would kiss on the lips and even dance,until both our feet were too sore to go on ,and she would leave at midnight,her long veil trailing behind.On the way out,she brushed shoulders many times at the door of my soul with my guardian angel who looked on in disappointment and considerable apprehension.After the harrowing Odyssey that is my life,a bright spectre finally appeared in the horizon,like a field of yasmins on a sunny morning,or a crimson sunset on an azure evening,a glimmer of hope ,a well of crystal clear water,like an oasis in the harshest desert,a breakthrough,a realization.That I could only find home deep within,I truly belonged to noone but myself,I was the thrill I sought,the despair I fought.I need the love I give more,I am the author of my fate,there is no past too despicable or a future more promising,there is only now.And it's alright that I am in the spotlight,I ask myself to parley,and I waltz into the night,dancing in the moonlight.
#aesthetic#poetry#writers on tumblr#deep#deep qoute#writers and poets#writer woes#deep thinking#storytelling#i love it
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Black
Font Din
so u real???
Warning! The following choppy, batty,
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy,
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy,
sketchy material prone to find the reader
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably numb.
Modern Roam Min Times – mesh
THERE IS NO RELATION WITH THE
EPIC OF GILGAMESH (abridged from
brook land) AND THIS VIGNETTE – in ma Englesh.
thank a u faux sis
this married sexagenarian
encloses his poetic opus
the smooching this celibate
(sleep as a cellar dweller) chap doth miss
shaw wish i could give hew a kiss
though ye might rip ply with a hiss
that would usher inxs of x2c Noah obliging bliss.
while perched within mine
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania aerie
this totally mishmash, succotash, n trash -
hoopfully finds ya cheery
so...hallo n greetings ma dearie
just faw bean help ming this fool
i.e. myself who haint no fairy,
boot possibly the missing humankind link
cuz o be yin - head to feet - completely as hairy
Siamese twins with names Tom n Jerry
'though ye might disbelieve moi n feel leery
n doubt every word written -
but try 2 feign b ying merry
while i pose the following philosophical query...
to make sense = deciphering billy shakes perry
now take a mooch needed break cuz,
the following gibberish might beak comb quite weary.
Is society a better world to live in with less or more?
boy! those Everclear caveman days were brutish,
nasty, short and rough. that aside, though
no Culture Club, Fancyfeast, nor Iggy Pop
the Flintstone era a bit raucous, riotous, and
yabba dabba with Doobie Brothers rubble ye us.
Def Jam, ear splitting cacophony felt like
listening to partying beastie boys on a vampire
weekend competing with Def Leopards roar
n rush shin version of hells bells, Inxs of pulp
fiction sung backwards by cold play, or a brutally
nasty, yet thankfully short version per youtube
video drowning out beach boys straight out ta
Compton winking in the hood while loud Quiet
Riot !@#$ growls shook B52 sized bats overhead,
when this grizzled papa bear disturbed (like
twittering angry birds), and forced to wake
prematurely from hibernation set his seething
animal anger to boil, and smoke to issue from
jack rabbit ass nine looking Don Quixote ears.
argh! go. whar art thou Cello Yo Yo Ma?
the gumption from this then profoundly gap toothed,
high browed, red necked ursine, viperous spouse getting
one swiftly tailored kick in the bony arse sent me flying
like a twisted sister careening forward out of summer time
sadness air back to the future. right then n tha hair, earth,
wind and fire convinced this Homo sapiens he became
another Grateful Dead Foo Fighter.
upon immediate and most unwelcome exposure therapy
to the Avast arctic blast (complete with Arctic Monkey),
this Mama’s and Papa’s Boy (by George) was in no mood
to neither tangle nor play footsie with Mother Nature.
Analogous to The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More
than Ropes Will Ever Do, I wanted to whip the hide,
when needles of miniature aeroplane shaped snow white
slippery buckshot elements of style kissed, pierced and
smashed against his face from those shoddily made flimsy
animal clothes that barely kept him warm.
Lucky for vat of midnight oil, which shrouded me
in n wispy pearl jam pelt.
Tears for Fears spilled in One Direction (like 10,000
Maniacs bursting from a Soundgarden or highly
revved Motorhead emulating a Quiet Riot).
Wah. Stop crying bellowed the Queen Scorpion
(Poison ing the Air Supply).
Without - dark shadows of a doubt slunk N’Sync
with the twilight zone along the edge of night, these
beatle browed Monkeys (strewn by denim dog gone
hooligans), who cawed like sum Cajun gumbo baboons
as proto Partridge Family for a banana split Sunday
closing out Vampire Weeknd packing a full house
at the Tokyo Hotel.
Anyway, I practically froze off mine scrawny tush.
Dang!
Ooh, how purty, a cute deer.
Out came the bow and arrow.
the feathered lancet described a Nike arc with
Nike like swoosh bulls’ eye.
Upon uttering "hey Lucy i am home", the little
beasts tore their sharp nine-inch long nails into soft raw doe.
Bathe? The (Puddle Of Mud battled crippled creek),
when a dry riverbed doubles up as a mud bed or
washbasin after the springtime flood.
How in the name of judas priest could our ancestors
enjoy feeling like a beast of burden?
who says you cannot always get what you want? Alice
coop er in chains? Beastie boy George Cinderella? Eddie
money? Freddie Mercury? Iron Maiden? Lana del rey?
Jane’s addiction? Pink Floyd? Yes! the entire Motley Crue?
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GREETINGS: RELIGION = RE LE GION = RAY REGION IS THE LOCATION AND RAY REGION YOU WILL BE TRANSFERRED TO UPON DEPARTURE FROM THE PHYSICAL BRAIN BEING DETERMINED BY TEXTURE AND GRADE OF YOUR HAIR FOLLICLES IS AS FOLLOW. THERE ARE SEVEN ENERGY CENTERS WORD TERMED CHAKRAS THAT CORRELATE AND SUPER IMPOSES TOGETHER WITH THE HAIR FOLLICLES FROM ASCEND ON TOP TOWARD BOTTOM DECENT TOWARD ROOT CHAKRA AT BASE OF SPINAL COLUMNBIAISM. HAIR TEXTURES FROM CROWN CHAKRA TOP OF HEAD REGION, NOT ANY RELIGION BUT RATHER, REGION YOU WILL BEGIN TO SEE. CROWN CHAKRA TOP OF HEAD REGION ARE THE NAPPY AFRO MALES AND FEMALES = AT THIRD EYE PINEAL GLAND REGION ARE MALES AND FEMALES HAVING TINY CURLS BUT NOT NAPPY HAIR FOLLICLES. LARGE CURLY AFRO HAIR TEXTURE SPIRIT COLOR REGISTRATION IS AT THE THROAT AND THYROID GLAND REGION. LARGER CURLY HAIR TEXTURE BEING AT THE THYMUS HEART CHAKRA REGION REMEMBER, WORD TERM REGION HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE WORD TERM RELIGION, WHICH SPELLS, REGION. THE JERRY CURL HAIR TEXTURE IS LOCATED AT SOLAR PLEXUS AND NAVEL REGION. SILKY WAVY SATIN OILY HAIR TEXTURE AND CLASS HAIRITAGE ARE LOCATED AT SPLEEN REGION BELOW THE NAVEL ON THE CHAKRA LEVEL TABLE. GRASSROOTS BEING SOME PEOPLE = ZOMBIE POLE MASSES HAVING SATIN HAIR FOLLICLE TEXTURE GRADUATION WHEN ( SATIN = SATAN ) ARE OF THE SATAN HAIRITAGE HAIR FOLLICLES. RELIGION IS INCORECT SEE: RELIGION = REGION = ORIGINAL = RAY LI GION = RAY REGION = MULTIPLE RAYS REGION = SPIRIT RAY REGION WHEN QIZIZ APPOINT ANGELIC BEAMS COMPATIBLE WITH THAT COLOR SCHEME REGION YOU CAN SEE THE LIKENESS OF THE MULTIPLE COLOR RAYS STAR QIZIZ HOLD ALL RAYS IN ALL THE BOUNDLESS UNIVERSES WHEN ALL OF YE WORLD LIVED PAST PRESENT FUTURE ARE IN SUBJECTION TO RAY REGION ARE THE VARIOUS SPIRIT CLASSES ARE DEPENDENT UPON HAIR TEXTURE BELIEVE IT OR NOT IS ONE'S SPIRIT GRADE LEVEL. ROOT CHAKRA IS THE GRADE LEVEL AND HAIR FOLLICLE TEXTURE BEING WHOMEVER HAS STRAIGHT SATIN HAIRS FOLLICLES. IT'S ALL ABOUT REGIONAL TERRITORY WHETHER ON EARTH AND ONE'S TRAVELING DISTANCE, ENVIRONMENTS AND ACCESS TO AND FRO. WHILE, THE SOCIAL CLUB MINISTRY YE PARTY AT YEP, YOUR REVEREND GOT YOU CLAPPING AND CHEERING ABOUT THE GREATEST STORY EVER TOLD THERE A COVEN THAT PRINT AND CONTROL THE MINT PLAYING A CLEVER MONEY GAME AND BASICALLY HAS ALWAYS BEEN FOCUSED ON RELIGION NO MATTER WHAT REGIONAL AND REGION GEOGRAPHIC REGION AND LOCATION HAVING NOT ONLY ACCESS TO VARIOUS GEOGRAPHIC REGION AND LOCATION, WHEN THE SICK CARTEL YOU REALLY LOOK UP TO DONE STOLE EVERYTHING TO THE RICH GOT RICH OFF OF INDIGIOS SOME PEOPLE = ZOMBIE POLE USING ( WITCH CRAFT = RICH GRAPH = RICH GEOGRAPHIC LOCATION REGIONS = WAR LOCKS ARE THE MILITARY AND POLICE ZOMBIES DOING THE BIDDINGS OF MAKING WAR WITH AND LOCKS UP WAR LOCKS SLAVING FOR A VERY WICKED SYSTEM THAT WAR WITH THE INDIGIOS ORIGINAL THAT REGION LOCATIONS HAVING PLANT FRUITS, VEGETABLES, NATURAL RESOURCES. SORCERY IS THE BLOODSHED AND VAMPINGS OF REGIONAL, ORIGINAL AFRO HEIRS ARE THE COSMOS ORIGINAL AND ORIGINATORS AND COS OF THE PLANT EARTH AND THE GALACTIC COSMIC UNIVERSES, IN WHICH, A CONVENENT WHERE GIVEN TO AFRO HEIRS MALEBAND FEMALES AND THIS CONVENENT WAS GIVEN TO AFRO MALE AND FEMALES IS ETERNALLY VALID WHEN HAVING WHOLE GROUPS OF SOMEPEOPLE = ZOMBIE POLE WANNA BE'S TRYING TO EMULATE ROYALTY WHEN WORD TERM ( ROYALTY HAS INCORRECT SPELLING AND NARRATIVE). WHEN, ROYALTY IS RATHER, SEE COLORED RAYS PHOTO ABOVE: ROYAL = RAY ALL = ALL RAYS = ALL COLORED RAYS = MULTIPLE COLOR RAYS STAR QIZIZ CELLULARS = CELLULAR SEE EYE = CELLULAR SEE I HAVING MULTIPLE QIZ OMNIPOTENT OVER ALL COLORED RAY SPIRIT REGIONS.
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Zola review
I love the movie Zola because of the story plot, the portrayal of the main character, and the dark humor; You also notice elements of racism and prejudice as well. Not only that but the film kind of gives you an inside look into stripper culture, and all of its positive and negative aspects.
Zola is definitely my favorite as she is the protagonist of the film. I feel like she exudes powerful femanine energy in spite of the fact that she is doing something that society classifies as taboo being that she’s an exotic dancer. When she met Stephanie, this young white dancer, I feel like she noticed some slight red flags about her but ignored them because she was both curious about her but also bored with her own life.
When you get a look at what Zola’s life looked like in the beginning, you can see that she was on social media a lot, on her phone a lot, and she ignored what was going on around her. She had a boyfriend that seemed to genuinely care about her and she didn’t really appreciate him. At the time she got invited to go on a trip, she was quick to accept as she was offered a chance to make some extra money. Although making money was her goal when accepting this offer from a girl she just met, it felt like she just was looking for something to get into; something that was different from her everyday routine.
As we go further into the film, you start to notice more red flags about the overall situation Zola has gotten herself into. For one, you begin to notice that Stephanie is underhandedly racist. She would make comments about some of the other dancers she had worked with who were black, she called them nappy headed, and claimed they were dirty. You could also tell that she was jealous of Zola, and I would assume it’s because she looked up to her and felt that she had more respect for herself even as a dancer, than she did. There were other racial aspects represented within the film. For example, when a man came up to Zola and Stephanie’s hotel room, he was met by Zola and stated “I paid for a white chick”. The second example would be a brief scene of police brutality taking place as the characters were driving past in the car.
Another red flag in the situation would be Stephanie’s pimp/ “roommate” who forced Zola to remain with them on the trip even after she had realized she was being set up for sex trafficking along with Stephanie who knew about it all along. At that point it had just gone downhill from there. Although she fortunately managed to make it out in the end.
Personally I felt the story was somewhat relatable in the sense of longing for adventure so greatly to the point where you end up putting yourself in danger. The movie had a lot of hidden messages about paying close attention to detail. For one, the time that Stephanie took a bunch of pictures of them after they finished at the strip club and sent them to her “roommate”; Zola had her suspicions about it but brushed it off. Even Stephanie’s boyfriend wasn’t paying attention when he blindly trusted a stranger who later returned and caused trouble for them all. Overall the film was entertaining to watch and I wonder what parts actually took place in real life.
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