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#lol#tiktok#funny#humor#religious humor#nun ya business#spoof#twisted humor#lmao#sick and twisted#music mashup#refaceapp#laugh#comedy#fun dub#dr. dre#busted#church humor#back off
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Dolores Hart
Following her movie debut with Elvis Presley in Loving You (1957), she made ten films in five years, including Wild is the Wind (1957), King Creole (1958), and Where the Boys Are (1960). By the early 1960s an established leading lady, she "stunned Hollywood" by announcing that she would forgo her life as an actress, leaving behind her career to enter the Abbey of Regina Laudis monastery in Connecticut, where she serves her monastic community
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watching 2x08 like
#i'm rewatching wn s2#warrior nun#i'm so confused about reya and maybe i should try to ya know think about her... but alas i am too busy laughing at my own jokes
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#former older schoolmate/business girl I still follow on Instagram is engaged#and I’m sooooooo happy for her#like seriously I will CRY if I think about it too much#she’s so beautiful as a person and has always been so loving and kind#and also she went through several stages of almost being a nun and it never quite working out#and she’s just lived a whole LIFE ya know?#and now she’s engaged!!!#and she seems so happy! and you know WHAT#he is C U T E#and it is just never what anyone would have predicted for her or at least what I never thought would happen#and anyway me and my sisters have been following her on insta and tracking this love story from afar#and we all just had a scream in the group chat about it
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Rosaria sketch but I didn’t want to deal with her outfit so she’s just in modern clothes 🫶
#my art#rosaria#genshin impact#when rosaria doesn’t want to answer someone’s inquiry of what she’s doing she says#it’s nun ya business
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Attention
warnings: mention of not having food, kissing, suggestive, glenn being a gossip, if there are more let me know
a/n- there might be a part two for *whispers* smut
(update pt. 2)
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“Where’d ya get this?” Daryl asks, snapping the strap of your bra. It’s the girliest thing he’s ever seen you wear. He imagined you must have liked little frilly bras before the infection.
“Found it.” Is your simple answer. He grunts, barely an acknowledgment. “Same for all this?” He questions nodding his head towards the assortment of lip gloss and hair products and girly shit that he didn’t know the name of.
“Yep.” Another grunt.
“Sounds like a waste of a run.” He judges, but it doesn’t bother you, you know how surly he can be.
“We didn’t go for it, we stumbled across it.” You explain but you’re barely paying attention to him, you’re too busy looking in the mirror trying to make yourself as pretty as possible. More like how you looked before all this started.
“We?” Daryl asks, barely able to keep your attention.
“Me, Maggie and Michionne.” You answer as you fuss over your hair. Daryl grunts again and you cut your eyes at him.
“Will you stop that? If you have something to say just say it.” You wait for him to tell you how stupid you look trying to pretty yourself up in the middle of the fucking apocalypse, in a prison at that.
“It’s just not like you, s’all.”
‘“It used to be,” You pause taking a deep breath, before running your fingers through your hair. “Before the world got blown to shit, I used to love this, had it down to a science. Now I can barely remember how I kept up with all of it.”
“You don’t need it.” Daryl tells you. “All this for that guy?” He knows better, but he asks anyway. His curiosity had been peaked ever since you started disappearing at odd hours of the day only to reappear with him. You also hadn’t seemed like you were interested in making any connection outside of your friendship with Daryl and the others you were at the farm with.
At a certain point you’d been his shadow basically, damn near mirroring everything he did, until you ditched him for some douchebag you hardly knew. It went from you being at his side practically 24/7 to it taking up to an hour for him to find you.
You roll your eyes at him. “It’s for me. And you know his name.”
“Yeah well I don’t think Mark would like it if he knew you were prancin’ around in this frilly shit in front of me.” You scoff trying not to laugh at him saying his name in such contempt.
“You can leave if you want.” He doesn’t. “ Mark and I aren’t even together.”
“Fooled me.” He tells you gruffly. He tries not to feel too disappointed when you start to shimmy into your pants, the tightest pair you own, or look at the curve of your ass when they get stuck under your thighs momentarily.
‘“Might be time to trade those.” He says gesturing to the jeans that just barely fit you but make you look so, so good.
“Maybe.” You agree. “None of my damn pants fit right anymore.” You complain. Daryl knew what you meant but couldn’t help thinking they fit just right.
“It’s cuz’ we actually have food to eat now. Ain’t that a good thing?” He reminds you and you can’t help the feeling of gratitude for all you have now.
“Yeah. The best thing.”
After you throw your shirt over your head you start to speak again. “Okay do I look like a woman again?” You ask, doing a quick spin for Daryl. His heart picks up when you look back at him, seeming to want his approval.
“You never stopped lookin’ like one, last I checked.” You give him a look of indignation, before sighing. Wrong Answer.
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“Why didn’t you just tell her?” Glenn asked.
“Cuz’ it wasn’t for me. It’s for him.” Daryl nodded down at Mark, who was twiddling his thumbs waiting for you.
“Dude, the only reason she’s even paying attention to him is because you’re practically a nun.” Glenn says before pausing. “That’s what Maggie told me anyway.” If she were standing beside him she’d hit him upside his head for never being able to keep a secret.
“Maggie told you what now?”
Glenn sighs knowing that gossiping is going to come back to bite him in the ass. He does it anyway because he can’t keep a secret to save his life.
“Yeah man, Maggie told me that the woman basically walks around you half naked and you don’t want her. I also saw the shit they came back with so if you ignored her in that, then I’d say you’ve given her a pretty good reason to believe you aren’t interested.” Glenn glances over at Daryl, seeing the look of confusion.
“I didn’t ignore her.” Daryl says sharply. “I didn’t know it was some sorta’ test.” He huffs, not liking that his friend knew all this and he was left in the dark, about you of all things.
“It’s not a test bro, she was trying to get your attention. I mean in my opinion I think she should come right out and say it, that’s what Maggie did but maybe she doesn’t know how to at this point.”
“Maggie dragged your ass through the mud before the two of you got together. That’s how I remember it, walker bait.” Daryl smiles a bit knowing you told him that, but you’re not as much of a gossip as Glenn.
“Shut up, man.”
When you finally get to the bonfire, Daryl sees the moment Mark lays eyes on you, but he whistles to catch your attention before you can go over to him.
“Glenn needs a break , you wanna fill in for ‘em?” Glenn makes a noise of amusement at his obvious lie, becoming even more amused when you scrunch your face up but then agreeing anyway.
You’re in the guard tower for ten minutes before Daryl says something, instead of the utter silence. “Glenn told me something..” He starts. He hears you mutter a ‘fuck’ under your breath knowing that he wasn’t good at keeping a thing to himself and Maggie kept nothing from him.
“That’s never good.”
“Not for anyone that shares secrets with him.” You hum in agreement.
“So what did he tell you?” You ask, not wanting to draw out the conversation.
“How many secrets of yours does he know?” He asks you, his eyebrow drawn up and you don’t hear it but he has to bite back the jealousy.
“Between him and Maggie, way too many.” You admit. Daryl grunts, displeased that you share things with them that you don’t with him. He gets it. Doesn’t mean he has to like it.
“If you have something to say to me I think you should say it.” Neither of you are looking at each other, instead you’re both scanning the perimeter. You wanted to curse Glenn for putting you in the predicament where you might have to say something you just wanted to be.
When you remain silent. He pushes again, he just wants to hear it from you. “It’s not gonna be on me if you don’t say anything.” You inhale a deep breath.
“You know how I feel about you, Dixon.” Not enough.
“I don’t.” He counters.
“You do.” You huff and he watches you out of the corner of his eye, sees the slight flame in your cheeks and wonders if it's from embarrassment or anger. You just might be as bad as this as he is. It’s cute.
“I think I’ve made it pretty clear.” You add much to Daryl’s shock. So much so, that he drops his gun just to look at you better.
“How do you figure that?” You give him a pointed look and he grins in his realization. “I thought you just liked the attention.” You scoff at his words.
“Your attention, dumbass. You don’t see me running around in my underwear in front of anyone else.”And you are specific to only his attention. The way he looks at you inspires a feeling in you that hasn’t been accomplished by any other man.
“Well you don’t needa be so mad about it.” You exhale because you are mad and you’re not entirely sure why.
“If you don’t want me just say that. I don’t see any reason-” You’re cut off by a rough grab of the front of your shirt. He kisses you, it’s quick, somehow deep, then it’s over.
“Y’er beautiful. With or without the extra shit. You understand me?” It takes you a moment to realize he’s answering your earlier question. You nod, slightly flustered, your thoughts and words failing you.
“Good. Go tell Glenn he can come back.”
#daryl x reader#the walking dead daryl#twd daryl#daryl dixon#daryl dixon fanfic#daryl fanfiction#fantasylandloserfic
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so embarrassing...
baji x fem!reader
summary ... baji pointed out his crush to toman but told them not to look.. but they all looked anyway and now he's trying to speed walk away out of embarrassment
warnings ... fluff, toman embarrassing baji in front of his crush, cursing, reader is sort of clueless...
an... some sweet fluff <3 cuz that post gave me some motivation lol
baji heard your laugh and his head turned toward the direction of the sweet sound
he didn't realize how his face relaxed and he showed a soft smile with his fangs poking out
but kazutora noticed baji's soft demeanor and how he slowed down his pace to look at something.. or someone?
kazutora came up to baji and swung his arm over baji's shoulder "what cha looking a baji? cute girls caught your eye?" kazutora giggled
"huh? nun ya business.." baji replies
"aw come on! I wont judge! is it the blondie or the one with the long hair?-" "..its none of them.. its the one with the [hair color] hair.."
"hmmm?.." kazutora humms and looks around to find the girl baji was talking about
"hey! what you two doing? we gotta go!" draken yells from behind them
kazutora waves them over "baji's looking at a cute girl!"
"hmm? is that so? how does she look like?" mikey and the rest stop behind kazutora and baji
"yeah baji point her out for us" mitsuya cheekily smiles
"ughh.. just don't look.... so obvious, k?" baji gruffed out, they all laughed and 'agreed'
baji pointed at the girl with [hair color] hair and a white backpack with cute animal charms
"oh WOW!" mikey exclaimed with a bright cheeky smile on his face and baji whipped his head around to face mikey with a heated glare ready to mouth off
but before he could cuss mikey out, he saw you looking over at his group with a confused look and then realized baji was with the said group and happily waved your hand with a bright smile on your pretty face..
baji's face heated up tremendously in embarrassment--from mikey's loud mouth-- and your happy smile
baji ducked his head down to hide his face and fastened his pace away from toman... 'bastards..'
toman continued to watch you--your head tilted to the side with confusion--as they started to walk to follow baji and tease him later on about the cute girl he had a crush on...
i needed to reupload this because it wasn't showing up in the tags :((
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo rev#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo revengers fluff#baji x reader#baji keisuke
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When she doesn’t wash her hands after operating but that’s nun of ya business
#tf2#heavymedic#red octoberfest#tf2 medic#tf2 heavy#my art#tf2 fanart#your honor they are in love#they’re so in love#your holiness they’re lesbians#not catholically canon#nor accurate#they’re nuns in this one
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 “𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑“ ☆ 𝐉𝐞𝐲 ���𝐬𝐨
𝐏𝐓. 𝟑
pairings; jey uso x fem!internent personality!reader
faceclaim; scotlynd ryan
summary; Scotlynd's life turns upside down when wrestling star Jey Uso starts liking her posts. Fans are quick to judge, branding her a homewrecker. Little do they know, Jey's marriage ended months ago-a truth hidden from the public eye.
notes: our poor baby scotlynd 😭😭!
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uceyjucey Wrestlemania 40.
Yeet Vs. NoYeet
LETS GET IT
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user don’t act innocent uce 😭😭
user right like 😂
user let’s not play pretend jey yk why we here 😒
user 😭😭
user he tryna act like we don’t know 😭
user so… you and scotty? 🤨
user RIGHT 😭
user who is scotty?
user that girl from baddies
user why is she involved with jey?
user apparently they sleeping with each other and we know miss scotty is a homewrecker bcuz she slept with a married man before
user “apparently” that means y’all don’t know if it’s true or nah
user there’s proof babes 😭
user what proof?
user this started back in December of 2023 when scotty started liking his pics and commenting flirty emojis and shi 😂
user so that automatically means they messing around with each other? GOODBYE that literally means nothing
user so if you was married and a random woman keeps liking and commenting on ya man pics, you wouldn’t say nun? 🤨
user hell yea I would but she ain’t random bcuz she know his brother and she friends with his wife naomi
user I hope you didn’t think we was finna run to these comments to say “YEET!” 😭
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ilovepostingdrama what y’all think? 🤔
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user I really feel like y’all taking it too far 👀
user how is this too far?
user y’all literally have no proof that she’s messing with him + if they are messing around, how is that any of y’all’s business?
user 🤦🏽♀️
user the delusions…
user defender!
user homewrecker. that’s it.
user 😭
user I mean we can’t tell her what to do so 🤷🏽♀️
user the last slide is pissing me off
user why 😭😭
user “out of all people jey uso?” they wanna get popped talking bout my man like dat 😒
user 😭😭
user now imagine if she was messing around with jimmy instead of jey 😭
user oh she REALLY would’ve gotten that ass beaten, trin don’t play!
user FACTS!
user that fact her and scotty are besties 😭
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scotlyndryan my curls fell bc I had a time last night 🥰
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trinity_fatu 😍😍
scotlyndryan ily😘
user wym you had a time last night? 🤨
user yk what she mean 😭😭
user she was getting that Samoan D 😂
user 😭
user YOU HAD A TIME LAST NIGHT!? 😳
solefae oh we know, trust ‼️
user 😍😍
user SCOTTY BAEE 😍😍
scotlyndryan liked this comment!
user a time last night??!?!? excuse me!?!?
user LMAOOO😭😭
a/n: planning on making part 4 & 5 long but idk
hope y’all liked this! 🤭 (also making a masterlist soon)
taglist!
@kumapassion @oc-helps @truefant4sy
@yeaiamme2 @cody-uso @riverina69
(lemme know if you want to be tagged!) 🤍✨
#jey uso#jey uso x reader#the bloodline#main event jey uso#wwe x reader#instagram au#joshua fatu#jey uso fanfiction
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Chapter Ten
A/N: Two chapters in 24 hrs! Look at me! 😂😂 but enjoy! ⭐Comment, reblog & share!⭐
Warnings: Cursing, strong emotions ahead, typos, 18+ MINORS DNI!
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Chapter Nine
Another three days passed with Zilla staying with Bronco. He would sneak to the apartment late at night to grab clothes when he knew Moriah was asleep. Watching her sleep gave him a dull ache in his heart for her. It wasn't fair that Nadine had made so many unjust decisions for them. There was nothing anybody could say to him that would make him ever forgive Nadine. Before he left the apartment, he made sure to fill her work cup with ice and put it in the freezer for her and put snacks in her purse because she always forgot. He was honestly surprised she didn't notice but then again she never did.
Slipping back into Bronco's house, he tried to move as quietly as possible so he didn't wake Bronco's little brother. As he moved towards the living room he heard a soft squeal.
“Aye you good in here?” He called out as he walked through the doorway then quickly turned his back seeing Toni sitting top less in his friend's lap. “Oh shit, my bad, B.”
Bronco laughed wrapping the throw blanket around her. “You good, shoulda been in my room anyway. You got what you need?”
“Yeah, I got it. Nice to see you again, T.” He chuckled with his back still to them.
Toni hit her boyfriend, who was still laughing. “It's not funny, Bronco. Nice to see you too, Zilla. Where were you?”
“You really wanna know or you askin cause it's awkward?”
“Both,” she laughed getting off Bronco's lap, “Answer please.”
He held up his bag for her to see. “Went to get clothes from the apartment.”
“So you saw Rye? Did everything go okay? Well of course it didn't if you're here.” Toni rambled on until Bronco moved to stand behind her and gripped her shoulders. “Huh? Sorry, I'm talking too much. I'm just worried.”
“Ain't no need to worry. He ain't wake her, she don't know he been there.”
Securing the throw blanket around her torso, Toni moved closer to the younger man and turned him around to face her.
“It's been damn near a week, Zilla. How long are you gonna do this? She already thinks you hate her, this is not helping.”
“That's what I been tryna tell him,” Bronco added, making Zilla suck his teeth.
“Fat know I don't hate her. I text her. We good, T.”
“That might work with Bronco but that does not work with me,” she fussed. “She doesn't know that because besides you texting her that you love her, you don't say anything else to her and you're not at home.”
He huffed shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Listen, I appreciate you being there for Fat and all that but we straight. I got it.”
“You got it? Yeah, okay. I understand that you're hurting and processing right now but you're literally doing exactly what her mom said you would do. You left her by herself, Zilla. She's alone every day and every night while you're here with your friend every night.”
Toni pushed past him, going to Bronco's bedroom careful not to slam the door.
“Damn, she kinda feisty,” Bronco chuckled, “But you know she's right. You can't keep runnin, bruh. You gotta talk to her at some point. Good night, man.”
Getting back to the guest room, Zilla got situated for the night and responded to a few texts he had. Jon had invited him and Moriah to the house for a cookout, even though he told him no the first time Jon continued to ask until Zilla gave in. As they were talking a facetime call from Arthur came through. He debated on answering for a few moments before ultimately answering.
“Damn you wasn't gon answer the phone?”
“I was gettin in the bed. What's up?”
Arthur knew his little brother well. He could fool their other brothers and occasionally their mother but it was very rare that he could get past Arthur.
“You tell me. What's going on with you?”
“Nun, wrestlemania season so it's busy.”
“Now that you got ya lie out ya system, let's try the truth, Isayah. You know whatever you tell me don't go no further.”
Zilla couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped him, it was dipped in sarcasm. “Oh trust me, I know you can keep a secret.”
Arthur's face scrunched up, giving his brother a confused look. “It's obviously something you wanna say so say it. Get it off ya chest.”
“Why you ain't tell me?” He asked after a minute.
“Tell you what?”
“About Angel. You knew and ain't say shit.”
Arthur sighed, wiping his free hand down his face. “This ain't what you wanna hear but that wasn't my place to tell you, Isayah. It wasn't my business to tell. That was for Moriah to tell you.”
Zilla rolled his eyes. “Okay so why not tell her to tell me before?”
“Do you think she wanted to hold this shit in this long? No, she didn't. She wanted to tell you but she been terrified to tell you since the moment that test came back positive.”
“I hear you.”
“If you're acting this way with me then I can only imagine how you acting with her about this.” Arthur paused to gather his thoughts. “That's why y'all ain't been answering our calls. She told you and you lost your shit, didn't you?”
He sucked his teeth hard. “I ain't lose shit. She told me and I left.”
“The hell you mean you left? You left the room? That's what you better mean.”
“Left the apartment. I needed to get away from the whole thing before I took it out on her.”
“You got air then what?”
“That's it. I ain't been back since and before you start I'm not tryna hear shit about it.”
Arthur chuckled under his breath. “I don't care what you don't wanna hear. It's fine for you to want space after hearing that but running from it won't change it. You do know that, right?”
“I know that, Arthur.”
“I know that look on your face so tryna say anything else to you is pointless right now so ima go. You call or text me when you wanna talk.”
Before Zilla could say anything else, Arthur disconnected the call. He could add another person to the list that felt his anger that didn't deserve it. The whole situation with Angel was eating at him, the person he wanted to take his anger out on was nowhere near and he wasn't calling her. Not yet at least.
Zilla
12:45am
Remember u said if I ain't find 1, u would fine 1 fa me?
Aunt Kami
12:45am
Yup.
Zilla
12:46am
I ain't find 1
Aunt Kami
12:48am
Gotcha. I'll let you know when your appointment is.
Zilla
12:49am
Thank u. I owe u
Aunt Kami
12:50am
No you don't. Is everything okay?
Zilla stared at the text trying to figure out how he wanted to answer. He knew Moriah is the closest to her Aunt Kami and her Aunt Gabi but he wanted her to have control of how much she wanted them to know.
Zilla
12:55am
Not really but ion wanna talk about it.
Aunt Kami
12:56am
That's perfectly fine, Zilla. But if you do, you know I'm here. Go to sleep, love yall
Zilla
12:56am
Love you 2
Getting out of bed was hard for Moriah and going to work was even harder. Having to act like everything was okay especially in front of Thomas so he didn't raise suspicion to her mother was tiring. Zilla buying her a car made it a little easier since he hasn't picked her up from work since. Even though Thomas worked her nerves, the kids on the pediatric floor gave her a little joy.
Entering her five year old patient's room, Moriah got sanitizer and approached the bed with a smile. She greeted her parents softly then laughed seeing her patient faking sleep.
“Nia's sleeping? I thought she was up.”
The mother smiled, her eyes crinkled in the corners. “Thought so too. Guess she fell asleep.”
“Well I guess I have to give this pop it game to my other patient then,” Moriah playfully started to walk backwards.
Nia's eyes popped open followed by her giggles. She reached her hands out. “Noooo! I'm awake! I'm awake!”
Her parents and Moriah laughed along with her. She approached the bed again, taking the game from her pocket to give to the five year old.
“The gopher game! You found it!”
“I did, I told you I would. I got you, girl.”
“Thank you! Thank you!”
Moriah started to check her vitals. “You're so welcome, friend. I talked to Dr. Harris and he told me that you can take it with you to pre-op while you wait.”
“Yes!” She squealed excitedly.
“And when you come out of surgery, what would you like to eat?”
“Anything?”
Moriah winked at her. “Anything, friend.”
“Spaghetti and meatballs!”
“You're gonna turn into a meatball, Nia.” The dad joked.
Moriah finished up and went to grab more sanitizer. “Spaghetti and meatballs it is, friend. Mom and Dad, Dr. Harris and another nurse will be in shortly to talk to you a little more about her surgery then take her to pre-op.”
The mother stood quickly. “Wait, aren't you going to surgery with her?”
“Well, no ma'am. I'm sorry.”
“Could you?” She asked, grabbing Moriah's hand. “Please. It would make us and her feel much better if you did. You've been so good to us the last few days, she just adores you.”
Moriah rolled the thought around in her head. “I'll check with the team and make sure it's okay. Alright?”
Leaving the room, Moriah walked around the floor looking for Dr. Harris. She found the slender, salt and pepper African American man engulfed in a conversation with Thomas. The sight of him repulsed her but she pushed it aside for her patient.
“I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Harris. I wanted to run something by you about Nia Whitfield's surgery.” Her eyes shifted momentarily to Thomas. “In private.”
Dr. Harris smiled, he was always a jovial man. It's why the kids in the pediatric floor loved him.
“Of course, Nurse DeBreaux. And it's okay if Gardner stays, he's going to be in surgery with me shadowing.”
It took every bit of willpower for Moriah not to roll her eyes at that.
“Isn't that … great. Nia and her parents would feel more comfortable if I went into surgery with her. I know you had another nurse scheduled with you and I understand if we can't change it but I wanted to try.”
Dr. Harris waved his hand dismissively. “Never be fretful to ask to switch in my surgeries. I want my patients and families to be as comfortable as possible,” he explained. “If they want you then they got you. I'll meet you at her room in fifteen minutes.”
With that, he walked off towards his office she presumed leaving her with Thomas. He stepped closer, she took two steps back and held her hand out to stop him.
“Stay out of my personal space, Thomas.”
“Our first surgery together. Aren't you excited, Moriah?” He asked, smiling from ear to ear.
“Not at all. You need to focus on not messing up in there instead of on me.”
He shrugged. “It's just a hernia removal. Piece of cake. In and out in an hour tops.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You heard what I said.”
“How's your boy? One of my patients had the show on last night, he's not bad.”
Moriah turned to walk away from him, mumbling to herself. Getting transferred back to the emergency department wasn't happening quick enough for her. Between the rift with her and Zilla and Thomas always in her face at work, she was more than tired.
Hassan pulled up to the house he knew Tamera would be showing in the next couple of hours, parking discreetly behind hers. He grabbed the flowers he had gotten her before jumping out and heading for the porch. The door was open, he knocked on the door frame as he entered. He didn't have to wait long for Tamera to come out, her heels clicking against the impressive marble flooring. Her smile grew wider seeing Hassan.
“What are you doing here, Hassan?”
He gave her the flowers then kissed her cheek. “I was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by. Happy to see me?”
His heart swelled as he watched inhale the flower's scent excitedly.
“Yes of course I'm happy to see you. But in the neighborhood, sir?” She laughed. “You live forty five minutes from here.”
He pulled her into a tight hug. “Not the point. You mentioned you didn't have flowers for the house today so here I am.”
“Thank you,” she grabbed his hand, pulling him with her through the house to the kitchen. “I'll put them in a case. They're very beautiful, Hassan.”
“Just like you.”
Their eyes met, her eyes flickered with a very familiar flame that Hassan acted like he didn't see. The flame in her eyes was the same flame that burned inside of him but he wanted to make sure she knew what she was getting into with him. Gabi and Moriah would say that he was stalling but he hadn't and didn't plan on asking them.
“You are slicker than can of oil, Mr. DeBreaux.”
“And you, Ms. Jefferson, are sweeter than honey.”
Tamera checked her watch then glanced back at Hassan, a smile rose to his face again.
“Two hours until your appointment, Tamera.”
She hummed, filling a vase with water. “Guess we better put those two hours to good use then.”
His phone rang interrupting their stare down. Seeing his ex-wife's name made him internally groan but he excused himself and stepped out of the sliding door to the backyard.
“How can I help you, Nadine?”
“Am I interrupting you or something? You sound irritated.”
He chuckled. “You know I don't enjoy talking to you, Didi. What is it?”
“Well that's rude, Hassan. I was just calling to check on Moriah. Apparently she's blocked my number.”
“You say that like it's a surprise. She meant it when she said she was done.”
Nadine scoffed into the phone. “Anyway, how's my baby? Have you talked to her today? I heard she's going into her first surgery today.”
Hassan took the phone away from his ear to stare at it for a moment. “No, I haven't talked to her today but she's fine. How the hell did you hear that?”
“I have my ways. Later on, you need to call and ask her about it. And tell her to call me, this is something we need to talk about.”
He took a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “I'm not telling her anything, she'll call if she wants. Whatever person you got keeping tabs on her at that hospital needs to stop.” He spat harshly.
“If you think I'm gonna just stop looking out for my baby because she's upset with me right now then you're sadly mistaken,” Nadine fussed. “This isn't the first time, she'll get over it. She got over that damn baby, didn't she? Exactly so she'll be fine.”
“That damn baby was your grandson, Nadine! He was a part of you and you took his life! You took him, you traumatized our daughter, who is also a part of you and you act like it was nothing!”
“Oooh,” she cackled, “I struck a nerve if Hassan is yelling. Not cool, calm and collected Hassan getting out of character over that bastard baby.”
“You would stoop so low and hurt our daughter because you're pissed at me? You're pissed at me for something that didn't have to change anything about our lives, Nadine.”
Laughing, she mocked him, not bothering to give him an actual response.
“What if she would've hurt herself? What then?”
“Oh please that girl is weak but she's not that weak. She would never.”
He chuckled bitterly. “Because you know her so well, right? Nadine, stop trying to hurt my daughter. Leave her alone, let her be and let her live her life.”
“Your daughter?” She snorted.
“Yes, my daughter.”
“Goodbye, Hassan.”
The urge to chuck his phone into the pool a few feet away from him was strong. Instead he stuffed it in his pocket and took slow, deep breaths to calm himself down. No one could make him as angry as his ex-wife and he hated it. Some would say it was because he was still in love with her and reached to be her but they didn't know him. He hated who his ex-wife became right before and after their divorce, he didn't know her. Feeling hands on his back, he jumped a little then relaxed remembering he was there with Tamera.
“Didn't mean to scare you. Just wanted to check on you. You looked stressed.”
He wiped a hand down his face. “I'm sorry about that, it was my ex-wife. I'm alright though.”
She gave him a small smile, taking his hands in hers.”You don't have to be sorry, I understand about exes. We can talk about it, if you want. Or not talk.”
“Not talking sounds good,” he smiled.
Bronco and Zilla sat on the floor in front of one of the practice rings with a few of their peers listening to Booker and Regal talk to them. Since their interaction after the run in with Thomas, Zilla and Booker hadn't said much to each other if it wasn't work related.
“Getting TV time doesn't mean you stop practicing and working hard to get better,” Regal informed looking at each of them. “The goal is to stay on TV. Right?”
The group acknowledged him with an answer.
“So if you all know then why are we here right now?”
Silence.
Booker ran a hand over his locs, stepping in to add his own thoughts. “It's great that yall go to promo class, it's great that you're getting TV time but what's not great is yall either half assing it during drills and practice or not showing up at all.”
Zilla honestly didn't understand why he had to be in this conversation. He went to practice, he went to class and he did his thing on TV. With everything he had in his plate, the lady thing he wanted or needed was to be chastised about something he wasn't doing. The whole time Booker spoke, he rolled his eyes and scrunched his face up which didn't go unnoticed by the older man.
“Is there a problem, Zilla?”
He sucked his teeth. “Nah, mane. Go head.”
“You sure? Cause the eye rolling and facial expressions is telling me something different.”
Again, he sucked his teeth. “Man, go head. I ain't say nothing, did I?”
“This is something I need everybody to understand right now. Don't take me for no sucka, I don't disrespect any of you so don't disrespect me,” he moved closer to Zilla as he spoke until he was in front of him and snatched the younger man up from the floor, ripping his shirt in the process. “Cause if you wanna get disrespectful, I can show you how I handle disrespect. Is that understood?”
The two men stood nose to nose with no intentions of backing down. Zilla's chest puffed out from his heavy breathing, his jaw tight and his eyes burned. Booker maintained eye contact with him, seeing the tears in his eyes. Bronco watched the interaction wanting to step in but he knew it wasn't his place and he knew his friend needed it.
“I asked a question. Is it understood?”
Zilla scrunched his face to keep his tears at bay and choked out a ‘yeah’. Booker turned him around and pushed him gently towards the door, letting Regal know they'd be back. He guided the younger man to his office, closing the door behind them, then went to sit on the corner of his desk as Zilla dropped into one of his chairs.
“Let it out, man.”
Zilla choked back a sob, wiping angrily at his eyes. “I'm good.”
“You ain't. Ain't no way you are. I looked into your eyes, man. You're not good.” Booker said softly.
“I am. My bad for what happened.”
“I accept your apology but man it's okay to not be okay. Is everything okay with you and Rye? Or is this about your dad?”
Pulling up the end of his now ripped shirt, Zilla wiped his face with it. He cried softly, unable to hold it in anymore.
“Both,” he mumbled beneath the fabric of the shirt. “This shit is hard, man.”
“I know it's hard, I know it is but turning on the people trying to help you won't make it any easier, Isayah. Your people love you,” Booker explained, moving to kneel in front of the younger man. “Lean on the people that love you instead of leaning away. I know it's hard to be vulnerable but sometimes it's necessary. Alright?”
Zilla nodded, pulling the shirt from his face. “Aight.”
With a smile, Booker stood then pulled Zilla up and into a hug. “Go change your shirt and come back to practice. But understand I meant what I said, I'll put you right on your ass if you do that again.”
Zilla chuckled and agreed.
They left the office going in opposite directions, Booker back to the practice rings and Zilla to the locker room to change shirts. On his way, he went ahead and pulled the ripped shirt off, stuffing part of it into the front of his doors, letting it hang.
“Hey, Zilla!”
Not stopping his stride, Zilla threw his hand up at Gia. “What's up?”
She jogged a little to catch up with him. “Damn you walk fast. Why you in such a hurry?”
“Gotta get back to practice.”
“Your face is red,” she observed stepping in front of him to stop him, “Are you okay? You wanna talk?”
“I'm good, just hot,” he lied, wanting to get away from her. “Ain't nothin to talk about.”
“I feel like you're lying. You can talk to me, Zilla. I'm a good listener.” She smiled, rubbing her hand up and down his bare arm.
He moved her hand off of him, placing it back at her side. “Like I said, I'm good and if I'm not, I talk to my lady or my mama.”
“That girl of yours must have you on a short leash,” she joked. “I mean I can't blame her, I'd wanna hold on to you too.”
He scrunched his face. “I ain't on a leash. I respect my lady and our relationship.”
“Sorry, sorry. I'm just saying every time I talk to you, she comes up. I know she's there, you don't have to worry I'm not gonna try anything. I can appreciate a good looking man and be respectful.”
Shaking his head, Zilla moved around her and went to the locker room. After he changed his shirt, he checked his phone to see if he had any notifications.
Aunt Kami
9:33am
Saturday @ 10am. I'll send the location. You can take Rye if you want.
Zilla smiled a little at the message.
Zilla
1:15pm
My bad, been workin. Thank u, Auntie!!!!
He exited their thread then went into Moriah's. His smile grew a little wider.
Moriah
11:30am
Just wanted to let you know that I'm going into my first surgery in 30 minutes! It's a short one, not more than a hour but I'm so nervous and excited!
Zilla
1:20pm
I'M SO DAMN PROUD OF YOU, FAT!! I know u did amazing, baby. I love u
Zilla tucked his phone away and locked his things back up before he left the locker room. He opted to run back in order to avoid Gia, in case she was lurking around.
After surgery, Moriah stayed with Nia long enough for her to wake up so she knew Moriah had been there the whole time. When her parents came in, she slipped out to go grab the food she had delivered for the young girl. She sat it up in Nia's room with Toni's help.
“You need to get your man to go on back home.”
Moriah chuckled softly. “If I could, I would, Toni. What happened?”
“He walked in on us last night. Interrupted my moment.”
Moriah laughed, taking a peek at her friend's face. “A moment that you swore wasn't gonna happen because yall are just friends?”
“That is not the point, ma'am. The point is, it was interrupted.”
“I got more than a I love you today so maybe he'll be back soon,” Moriah shrugged, putting the parents’ food to the side. “Tell me about it though. Did you finally get some? Cause if you did, I'm gonna need him to try again you still mean.”
Toni wadded up a napkin and threw it at her friend. “I am not mean. No, we didn't. After that lil run in, the mood was killed.”
“Damn, I'm sorry. Try again tonight, at your place.”
“We can't leave his brother by himself, Rye.”
Moriah thought for a moment. “He can spend the night with me. I could use the company and I'll take him to school on my way to work tomorrow.”
“Sounds like a plan. Two birds with one stone. I'll let Bronco know.”
Before Moriah left the hospital, she stopped by Nia's room to check on her and to let her know that she would see her in the morning. She stopped by the store to get something to cook for dinner and snacks for him before she went home. She texted Toni to let her know that they could drop him off whenever they were ready.
A facetime call interrupted her music as she cooked. She answered it quickly, seeing Arthur's name.
“My favorite!” She said excitedly.
“Hey, sweetheart. How you doing?”
She propped her phone up so they could see each other while she cooked. “I'm alright, Art. How are you?”
“I'm okay. Worried about you though.”
She smiled briefly at him. “I'm okay, no need to worry about me.”
“If you lie to me, I can't help, Rye.”
Setting her tongs to the side, she leaned against the counter behind her and stared at the phone.
“I'll be okay, Art. It'll be okay. I promise.”
“I talked to him. He told me you told him about Angel and he left. Why you didn't call me, manamea?”
She shrugged. “I didn't think he would be gone this long. I thought he would've come back the next day and when he didn't … I don't know. I just didn't wanna talk. He's so mad.”
“He's mad, he's hurt, he's angry but not with you. I don't know if he bit your head off but he tried to bite mine off,” Arthur chuckled, “But he knows it's misplaced anger. He knows.”
“Yeah,” she said softly, wiping her eyes. “It's been a week but he's texting back now at least.”
Arthur wished he could teach through the phone and hug her because he knew she needed one. This is what she had been terrified of all these years and it was happening.
“What did he do when you told him?”
“He asked questions, he would barely look at me. He yelled at me but he apologized right after. I was frustrating him.”
“Frustrating him?”
“He asked me what happened to Angel and where he was and I was telling him that I didn't wanna tell him.”
Arthur sat quietly for a moment, he wanted to say that his little brother shouldn't have done that but given the situation and the emotions in that moment, he could understand it.
“You weren't frustrating him, the situation was, Rye. Do you want me to come out there? I can clear my schedule for yall.”
She shook her head moving back to the stove. “No you don't gotta do that. We'll figure it out.”
“I hate this for yall but I'm proud of you for telling him, Rye. And I know you're glad you were able to tell him before Nadine did.”
The doorbell going off interrupted their conversation, she let him know that she would call him later and went to get the door. She smiled seeing Javier standing there with his bookbag and overnight bag. She hugged him then invited him in, she took his bags sitting them beside the sofa.
“I'm so glad you're here Javi. Dinner is almost ready. You didn't eat yet, right?”
“No ma'am, my brother told me you were cooking. Thank you for having me.”
She cooed, going to pinch his cheeks. “Awwe, you're so polite. You can call me Rye, okay? You don't have to say ma'am, I'm not that old yet.”
He laughed going to sit on the sofa. Moriah went to close the door but was stopped by a hand. She panicked for a second then noticed the ‘630” tattoo and breathed a sigh of relief as she opened the door back for him. They locked eyes as he stepped inside, pushing the door closed with his hand.
“Hi,” she greeted softly.
He greeted her just as softly. “What's up, Fat?”
She wanted to hug him but she honestly didn't know if she should or could so she played with her fingers to keep from touching him.
“I'm gonna go finish dinner.”
He nodded. “Ima shower real quick. You need anything before I get in?”
She shook her head.
“You sure before I get in?”
She smiled a little at the familiarity. “I'm sure, Zay.”
Again, he nodded then turned his attention to Javier. “Aight, Javi, make sure she don't burn our food, man.”
The trio sat on the sofa eating dinner and watching one of the John Wick movies. Moriah sat between them, trying to ignore her boyfriend's eyes constantly staring a hole into the side of her face. He would look away long enough to take bites of his food and catch a scene or two but that was it. At least she knew he'd missed her as much as she'd missed him. When they were all done, Moriah took their dishes to the kitchen and cleaned up while Zilla showed Javier how the shower worked and set up his blanket and pillows on the sofa. He was done before Moriah so he went to lean against the breakfast bar to watch her.
“How did the surgery go?”
She jumped and squealed, turning to face him. “Dammit, Zay. I forgot you were here.”
“My bad,” he chuckled.
“It's alright. It went really good. It was a hernia removal on a 5 year old.”
He frowned. “How does a 5 year old get a hernia?”
“When their intestines bulge through the abdominal wall inside the belly button they can develop one.”
“That sound painful. How was it seeing it?”
Moriah smiled as she wiped down the counter. “It was really cool honestly. It was crazy to see how big it was. She was a trooper though.”
“Yeah? She went home today?”
“Uhn uhn. She'll be there two more days and she's excited about it cause she doesn't wanna leave me.”
He chucked. “I bet you love that.”
“A lil,” she laughed.
He let her finish her cleaning in silence, keeping his eyes on her. Javier came back out to the living room and got comfortable on the sofa, remote in hand.
“You got your alarm set, Javi?”
“Yup, all set, Rye.”
“Your phone on the charger?”
He sat up to check it. “Yup, it's good. Can I watch TV?”
“Sure,” she smiled, “If you want a snack or drink, you're welcome to whatever is in the kitchen, Javi.”
He grinned at her before turning his attention to the TV. “Thank you.”
Zilla approached Moriah, speaking softly. “Can we talk outside, Fat?” When she agreed, he grabbed her hand. “We gon step outside for a few, Javi. Yell if you need us.”
They sat beside each other on the first step, shoulder to shoulder. The night breeze gently whipped around them.
“First, let me apologize for walkin’ out like that and not lettin’ you know I was aight. No matter how upset I was, that wasn't right.”
“I accept your apology, Zay.”
“Second, I don't hate you and I'm not mad at you so get that thought out your head. You my Fat and I love you.”
She nodded, blinking a few tears out. “I love you too.”
“I can't imagine how scared you was that whole time and the pain that must've caused. You needed me and I wasn't there, I'm sorry, Moriah.”
She laid her head on his shoulder, crying softly. She wanted to tell him that he didn't need to apologize but she needed to hear that.
“Thank you for apologizing. I gotta be honest, a part of the reason I was so mad at you and refused to come see you was because of Angel.” She admitted softly. “I knew that my mom would've probably still did what she did if you weren't locked up but I wanted you there. I needed you, Angel needed you and you left us.”
His face scrunched as he tried and failed to keep his tears at bay. They betrayed him, slipping from his eyes in rapid succession. He moved the arm she laid on, wrapping it around her and pulling her closer to him.
“I regret not being there for you and him, it's something ima spend the rest of my life tryna make up for. I appreciate you been honest with me, Fat. I gotta be honest with you too.”
“I'm listening.”
“I love you and I don't wanna lose you but if you let your mom back in your life, I can't promise that ima stay. My love for you is the only thing keepin me from doin anything to her. I can't have her in my life, Moriah.” He spoke honestly. “She took our baby from us and probably any possibility of having another. She took what would've been a piece of my pops from me and my family. Do you get that?”
“I got it, Zay. I do.”
“That's the only thing I'm asking of you. Keep her out of our lives. She don't want shit but to tear us down and tear us apart. You got me, my family, your dad and the rest of your family … you don't need shit from her.”
“I'm done with her. She's not coming back unless you and I decide that she can. I've washed my hands of her. I promise.”
Nodding, he put his finger under her chin tilting her head back. He wiped the lingering tears from her face then kissed her softly.
“I love you, aight?”
“Aight,” she giggled softly. “I love you more.”
“Damn I missed you.”
“Not as much as I missed you, big head.”
“Two more things though.”
She raised a brow waiting for him to finish.
“We changing your number tomorrow.”
“Okay, second thing?”
“Since Zilla can't get you pregnant right now, can Zilla throw his condoms out?” He laughed.
“Boy,” she laughed, “They're tied not burnt but I guess you can throw them out.”
“What that mean?”
“It means that there's a small chance that I can get pregnant but very small. And if we want I can reverse the procedure but it's not guaranteed to work.”
Zilla pecked her lips a few times making her giggle. “Well guess we gon find out how small that chance is.”
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Nun ya business
This is such a small part of the actual drawing idk why i rendered it so much
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Anything she wants.
A/N: HEY YALLL this took a lil long an im sorrryyyy!!! i haven’t made my rules yet so just don’t act like idiots or ill block you💋💋 this was my first time writing in a while and im a little rusty😩 tryna keep up with yall and the new trends in writing tho!! feedback is always appreciated so please don’t ever hesitate❤️💋.
WK; 1.1k
summary: your father forces you last minute to attend a meeting with him to get you out of the house and you meet a certain someone who wants to give the spoiled girl a try.
tw; nothing really, he calls you mama, he lowk a simp, flaunts his money too😒, daddy’s girl, spoiled yn, just be aware ig
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“Y/N please come down, it’s time to leave” your father yells up the stairs, and you rush to tie your heels up. Your father knew you took long to get ready so you don’t know why the hell he trying to rush you now when he only let you know of this event a few hours ago.
That was one of the things your father did that you didn’t like much and he was quick to apologize and get you a gift knowing you wanted to look your best in front of other people,he couldn’t tell his lovely daughter no. You were his pride and joy being the only girl out of 2 children. Your older brother long gone a few hours away with your lovely sister in law and your niece.(who you could argue is more spoiled than you)
So now you’re here in the blacked out car with your dad going to some random business party that you didn’t even wanna be at but at least you’ve got your card(your dads card) so you can sit and online shop while your father mingles with his partners.
You sit there scrolling on Amazon just adding things you think are cute to your cart, not even caring to look to into the details. Daddy will handle that, you think to yourself as you add a new vanity to the cart. You’re just scrolling through things when you hear someone mumbling in your ear
“You sure are a spoiled little girl aren’t you?” You look up startled to see a man that should be described as nothing BUT sexy. Tattoos adorning he lights lined body grillz and chains glistening short black hair and he was looking just SO good. But that was besides the point, why was he all up in ya phone?
“An you sure are nosey” you go back to scrolling on your phone now having had moved on to another store until you feel him sit next to you and you try to ignore him but you can feel his eyes grazing over your outfit, you’re about to speak up but he’s quick to interrupt.
“I’m Constance but you can call me Connie , and you are?” He’s not mumbling anymore and you’re pretty sure you hear a little accent but you’re not sure from what.
You look up at him from your phone and introduce yourself but that’s not enough for him, he wants to get to know you. You look pretty, smell good, and got an attitude. His favorite mix. You guys talk for a bit, mostly trying to get to know each other and flirting a bit till he asks a certain question.
“Let me take you out mama”
You actually let out a chuckle at that because there was no way In hell he wanted to fuck with you. You’re too expensive and hard to deal with, you know this for a fact because your brother makes sure to tell you every other day on the phone how you and his daughter make flies come out his wallet.
“You can’t handle me” you say smirking at him and his eyes darken and he’s quick to retort “I’m pretty sure I can handle a little girl like you.” And you scoff cause who tf he calling little?? Ain’t nun lil bout you. “Tuh show me then.” He hands you his phone and you put your number in but he looks confused and excite out and goes to show u other apps.
He goes from cash app, to a regular bank, to a bank you’ve never heard of and then still pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket. “I’m pretty sure I can handle you pretty.” And you can’t help but smile a little bit. “We’ll see Constance.” “I said you can call me connie”
“I know.” You chose to call him by his government because why not try to get under his skin? You look up to see your father coming towards you two and you sit up straight and smile “hey dad!” You start hoping and praying that he says it’s time to go home so you can plot.
“Hi baby girl, are you ready to go?” And you nod your head but go to introduce your father and Connie and they shake hands, you give Connie a side hug as you prepare to leave.
You and your father get to the car and you both slide into the back and he’s quick to start questioning you “so is he your boyfriend?” And you’re quick to say no. You only just met him an hour ago, he was NOT your boyfriend.
the rest of the ride was silent after your father basically played 21 questions. you just chill texting some of your friends and watching instagram reels til a text pops up on your phone.
you had to think for a second about that. did you want to lie and say you had plans or just tell him nothing? you take a second to decide and choose to tell the truth.
you just decide to leave him on read since your ride pulls up to your house. you and your father get out and he asks you what you want for dinner so he can order it and you tell him then quickly get upstairs.
you get to your room and open the door and are hit my a breeze. damn! you always leave that fan on to make sure you don’t get hit but it’s cold as a motherfucka in here.
you go to your closet and pick out some pijamas and go into your bathroom. you turn on the shower and wait for it to get hot and you step in.
you wash your body and just think. did you really wanna go on this date with connie? you know if you were to get hurt your father would handle the situation, so that wasn’t a worry.
you were worried about yourself, you didn’t want yourself to fall for him just cause he makes you feel nice and can give you butterflies. he could be just live everybody else.
but he might not be. it wouldn’t hurt to give him a chance and by now you already know what to look out for. so you turn off the shower and go out to your room.
you grab your shea butter and body oils, to lotion yourself and get dressed. as soon as you’re done, you decide to text connie back.
you can’t help but smirk to yourself in anticipation of what was to come tomorrow. you were gonna enjoy this
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https://www.tumblr.com/piercedblunt/722579034865844224/whos-gonna-tell-the-non-dualism-girlies-that?source=share
u might want to see this, it might be abt you
LMAOOOO BYEEEE💀💀 a whole riot about a concept they dont even care about smh why bring so much anger and attention to it then🤡.
they dont get that non dualism has nothing to do w manifesting or loa and the point is to be free from suffering in this “life”. when i learned about non dualism it was not to learn how to “get desires” but to learn how to notice that i am not the human that is feeling pain (as someone who needed to hear it). i fr didnt even know that non dualism was “trending” in the loa community when i learned it and since i understood it and i wanted to reshare the info, i did (bc i can). ig bc it was a “trend” ppl always asked about desires so i mentioned it in my posts.
and the saturating and affirming shit was always talked about in the loa community even wayyy before i learned non dualism so i shared what i learned about my loa experience on there.
if they was so secure in they “law” the they wouldnt be coming at the “non dual girlies”… like the arguing is all forrr whatt?? i got a blog and ima share what i know on it like it aint no problem💀 block me if any of ya got an issue i promise i encourage it😘 now that im rereading it its bc they just dont understand non dualism… u cant talk shit about something u dont even understand bc u just look stupid.
and whats all this push about “loa just being non dualism” if thats the case whats the point of eating ass about it? and “not having faith in loa” like why u such a fan of the type of content i post and why should a stranger care about whether or not im with loa or not💀💀
im even realizing that ppl are using terms of non dualism to mix it up w loa which i think is getting the loa girlies a bit mad but idc.. it got nun to do w me. i actually know how to mind my business. for example tho (ima talk about it bc i can) like before the loa community used to talk about affirming then repetition and saturation and impressing the subconscious mind U DEF CANT LIE THATS DEADASS WHAT THEY TAUGHT💀. and now w non dualism they r using more words like “consciousness” and “ego” more often is what im realizing and how “nothing is real” blah blah even when its wrong to use it in the loa context.
nah but its mad sad tho like why ppl so pressed about a little concept that they dont even agree w or care about smh… bitches is weird these days…
if u got so much faith in the law, why u so threatened when someone talks about something else or “misinterprets loa” like u know the law so stick w it. there no point in getting on ppls dick just for that💀 im actually crying rn this is mad funny.
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Okkaaay here we go i had a thought and had to tell ya🤍 sooo lets say on a day Nunny is running late to meet up with Eddie another Nun takes interest in him (Eddie isn’t interested he is low key in love with Nunny) when Nunny comes out she sees said Nun playing with his jacket , Eddie is visibly annoyed he spots Nunny right and he whispers in the other Nuns ear “meet me out back by the shed next to the graveyard at midnight” Nunny doesnt know his plan she is heartbroken she had bought sexy lingerie for their meet up this afternoon that got interrupted by another sister, sooo he ends up telling Nunny to meet him in that same place and time , the other Nun was running a little behind but when she opens the shed she is met with Eddie railing Nunny and when they realize they are being watched ohh they dont care, Eddie is taunting the other Nun while plowing into Nunny whispering the dirtiest things to her telling her he belongs to Nunny & Nunny is his😌🫦
I’ve been waiting all day to answer this!!!! IM SCREAMING 😭🫠🥵🥵🥵
He so would! He’s a fucking menace! Sister Hazel is a pain in Nunny’s ass, she can’t stand her. She’s always in Nunny’s business.
All of the sisters would get so flustered when one of the bikers would drop off their weekly donation jar for the children’s book fund. Especially if eddie stopped by. Sister hazel made it known (when father wasn’t around) she had a thing for eddie.
Nunny would hear whispers in the convent of sister hazel trying to get close to him. It pissed her off to no end.
Nunny put on her newest lingerie, a white lacey set with garters and stockings. She couldn’t wait to show Eddie what was under her habit today. She made it to the courtyard when she sees sister hazel with her hands all over Eddie’s chest. Her fingers play with the necklace resting on his chest.
Nunny clears her throat interrupting them. “Sister hazel, I thought you had donations to audit.”
Sister hazel rolls her eyes, but not before smirking at Eddie. “I’ll see you in the graveyard shed. Midnight on Friday, just like you asked.”
Sister hazel bumps her shoulder into nunny on her way to the office.
Nunny’s eyes grow wide at the revelation. “I should’ve known you were no good.”
“Nunny it’s not what you think.”
She runs off back to her room, passing by two other sisters. “The children are this way, dear,” one of the nuns directed. Nunny kept marching off.
“Fuck those kids.”
That Friday, nunny collected her mail to see she had a letter from Eddie.
Meet me at the graveyard. 11:30pm. I’ll explain everything.
Nunny met Eddie at the graveyard just like he asked. It was the best decision she made all week.
At midnight, sister hazel made it to the graveyard. The shed was just a bit away, the light already on. She held her head high knowing he was waiting for her.
When she pushed open the door she was met with the most unpleasant sight.
Nunny naked in nothing but her habit, getting fucked from behind by eddie. One knee on the ground, eddie pounded into nunny’s cunt.
“Fuck! You like that sister?”
“Yes eddie! Fuck me!”
“You’re a fucking sinner nunny!”
Eddie shoved nunny’s rosary into her mouth. “You wanna say a prayer? Use your words?”
“Oh my!” Sister hazel clutches her chest.
Eddie yanks nunny’s head up by her habit. “Look at her baby, you want her to watch you get fucked? See how good you take it? Fuck, just wait until she sees how your ass sucks me dry.”
Sister hazel says a prayer. Eddie slows his fucking down. “Hey! You tell anyone, even in confession, of what you saw and I’ll unleash the wrath of satan upon you.”
“The power of God—”
Eddie’s eyes darken to pure black. Sister hazel screams seeing a dark shadow rise behind him on the wall. Horns and wings sending a message of eternity.
Sister hazel passes out cold.
“She won’t bother you again, nunny.” Eddie says sweetly with a kiss on her cheek. “Now, what else can I fill you with?”
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You Don't Own Me
Mob!Bucky Barnes X F!Reader
AN: This is late to the game, but better late than never. It's for @caplanbuckybarnes #brokenheartsforcaplan writing challenge. It has taken me FOR-FREAKING-EVER to get this to this point, but I wanted to post it before my birthday next week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and it may even end up as a small series.
You’d seen them all come into the club earlier, Bucky. Steve, Tony, Thor, Natasha, your Grandfather, and unfortunately your ex who had tried to kill you when you said ‘No’ to his proposal of merging families. They all had their people with them. But you knew that there were more who blended in with the crowd seamlessly.
You had heard Sam say something to you, and that’s what snapped you out of your daydream and brought you back to looking at yourself in the mirror to finish your makeup.
“What did you say?” You looked at him in the mirror as you applied your powder.
“I asked if you thought that this was a good idea to do this TONIGHT. Ya know, with EVERYONE here?” His hands were flailing around, and his face betrayed the emotions he was feeling inside.
“I can’t help that he decided to bring them HERE, out of all the clubs he owns in the city. I told him on Friday that if I didn’t have an answer from him about my ‘suggestion’ then he wouldn’t like MY answer back. What’s wrong Sam? You getting cold feet? I can always have Clint do the song with me if that’s the case.” You’d hit him right in his pride and ego, and he knew it. But it didn’t matter to him, he knew you drew in a lot of business since you’d been here the past year, so he wasn’t about to complain.
“Clint can suck it! He’s not takin’ MY part of that song sugar!” and with a wink, he left you to finish getting ready for your set.
You had to hand it to him, he was going out on a limb for you tonight. Sam ran the club, and it was he who had re-introduced the two of you after your first night on the stage. When Sam had taken you to Bucky’s VIP section, you were concerned that one of New York’s most notorious bosses was going to fire you.
Much to your surprise, he complimented you on the set and asked if he could spend some time with you whenever he came to the club. You weren’t dumb enough to turn him down, and that’s how he had started courting you.
He’d send you bouquets of sunflowers, daisies, and other simple flowers which then led to roses being delivered on the nights that you were in the club singing. There would always be a small note attached, in his chicken scratch that passed for handwriting, about something that the two of you had talked about or just to let you know that he was thinking about you. You kept reminding yourself that you couldn’t fall for him, and you had seen pictures of him with other girls; but that didn’t mean you listened, or it didn’t hurt. He said once that he didn’t want you in the spotlight where his enemies could find and use you against him.
At first, it had made sense. He’d spend time with you at the club, and then he asked you to go away for a weekend with him to the country. What you hadn’t planned on what that he meant the ITALIAN countryside; but you got to surprise him when you got lost and found the small village of Tragliata while driving around Italy. The sun was starting to set, and you saw a group of nuns outside the church and had Bucky stop so you could ask for help.
“Scusate sorelle, io e il mio amico ci siamo persi e dobbiamo ritrovare la strada per la Città del Vaticano. Ci aiutate per favore?” (Excuse me sisters, my friend and I are lost and need to find our way back to Vatican City. Could you help us please?) On the drive back to the hotel, Bucky held your hand and told you that he fell hard for you when you were asking the nuns for help in flawless Italian. The sparkle in his eyes when you tried to hide your burning cheeks told you that he wasn’t lying to you.
But it seemed that good things don’t last long for you. And it seems that the men in your life sometimes find a way to reinforce this idea of yours. Your ex, who just so happened to be next in line in his family for taking over the business had treated you like a toy. He’d take you out with the family and business partners, but with his friends he said you were one of his ‘girls’. The final straw came when you found out that he had a contract out on you because he’d proposed to you and with how he treated you, you’d turned him down. He didn’t take too kindly to that, it seemed.
And Bucky wasn’t going to be the exception. When you came back from your trip, he had some business meetings on nights that you had to sing at the club; so that meant things were almost back to the way they were before you left. Almost because now, he was only being seen in public with one woman, Sharon Carter, next in line to take over her Family business.
‘At least he didn’t bring her here to the club.’ Was all that you were thinking at the time.
Then one night, Same came back to the dressing room to talk to you before you started your set. He was acting kinda weird, and you asked him what was wrong.
“There’s no easy way to say this. Bucky’s here.”
“And?????” you asked.
“He’s not alone either.” Sam whispered.
“Who is it?” you asked, even though you already knew.
Sam wouldn’t tell you to confirm your suspicion, but that was when your plan had started to form.
You were NOT about to be someone’s mistress, least of all a Mob bosses! You’d promised your Babcia that much when she had started asking you about him during your weekly phone calls. She had passed recently, and you weren’t about to break your ‘I’m an ass. Can we please talk?’ You smiled to yourself as you took in the heady scent of the flowers. Your last song that night was “Ain’t No Other Man” and you made sure he knew you were singing it for him. You joined him in the VIP section not long after you had changed to talk.
“Doll, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you the other night.”
“Jamie, embarrassed isn’t the word that I’d use. I was hurt and pissed off to tell you the truth.”
“Hurt?!?!”
“Yes, hurt. You told me that I was special, and that the other girls you were photographed with didn’t hold a candle to me. Was that the truth or are you just stringing me along here Barnes?”
You knew that he HATED whenever anyone used just his last name. In his eyes, it was a metaphorical slap in the face and said that you didn’t respect him. But you had to make a point.
His jaw ticked as he straightened his tie. “It wasn’t a lie, Doll. But like I said before…”
“Yeah, I remember. You can’t take me out where people would see me and EXPOSE me to your enemies. YET you can dick around while you tell me what I can and can’t do!”
“I’m confused Doll. What exactly is the issue here?”
You just huffed out a breath, “You can’t be THAT clueless. Okay, let me make it crystal clear for you. You need to make a choice, blondie, or me.”
“In my line of work, I don’t gotta choose Doll!” he laughed quietly.
“Well, you have the weekend to decide if that’s your final answer. If I don’t hear from you BEFORE I go on stage Monday night, you may not like MY response.”
“What could you do to ‘hurt’ me Doll? I own this place and everything in it. And by default, that includes you.” He stated as he grabbed you around your waist.
“We’ll see.” You downed the scotch that he had in his hand and winked at him as you got up to go change for your last set of the night.
Word had spread pretty fast in the club, and a good portion of Manhattan, that Buck’s ‘piece’ had given him an ultimatum. You figured he’d bring in the other bosses as a show of power to you. But you didn’t scare quite that easy. And he was forgetting that you came from Family!
As you finished getting in your dress, there was a quiet knock on your door.
“It’s open.” You called over your shoulder. Looking in your mirror you saw Natasha come into the room. She gave you a quick hug before looking over your outfit for the night.
“Are you sure about what you’re doing?” she asked as she was helping with your zipper.
“I know he’s gonna think that I’m just rolling over and accepting things Nat. But I can’t. He has to know that he may own this club, but not me.” You were doing your best to not dissolve into tears before you went out.
“I’ll do my best to keep things from getting too crazy, just expect all hell to break loose after your song.”
You gave her a hug as Sam opened the door to come get you for your set.
“OOhhh girl!!! If I knew I wouldn’t die, I’d take his place TONIGHT!!! Just a head’s up too, we saw some of the HYDRA men come in, but no bosses with them. No one is going to fault you if you want to change things for tonight for your last song.” You knew he was giving you one last chance to back out of things, but your pride had been wounded that night. You couldn’t let that slide.
“Sam, if I don’t hold him accountable now, and go back on my word to my Babcia, then I never will. Which means that I should just go back to Ohio and marry that good for nothing jerk who I believe is here tonight. But we both know he’d still find me and try to get me to come back. No. It’s got to be tonight.”
Sam left quietly as he told you the band was ready whenever you were.
You took a deep breath, said a quick prayer to your Babcia, and went out on stage.
You went out and sang your usual songs for the first part of your set.
As the band got ready for the last song, you decided to go for broke.
“I’d like to thank you all for coming out tonight. This next song is dedicated to someone who needs to be reminded of something. You know who you are.” You looked back at the band, and out to Sam who was by the bar with his mic. He gave you a nod to let you know he was ready, and you gave the band a nod to start.
The music started, and you noticed a few people were leaning forward in their seats as Sam started his part of the song. You used this time to make your way out to the middle of the floor, where you could strategically position yourself. You looked at Bucky, but as you started to sing, you turned around and faced your ex and put your hand on his shoulder.
You don’t own me.
I’m not just one of your many toys.
You don’t own me.
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys.
You turned to face where Bucky was sitting and sang your heart out.
Don’t tell me what to do.
And don’t tell me what to say.
Please, when I go out with you,
Don’t put me on display.
You opened your eyes and bore straight into Bucky’s as you continued singing.
You don’t own me.
Don’t try to change me in any way.
You don’t own me.
Don’t tie me down cause I’d never stay.
As Sam was singing his next part, you walked straight in front of where Bucky and all the other heads of the New York Families were sat. The only one you paid attention to was Bucky. He never moved, never blinked, and didn’t even drink the scotch he had in his hand. You’d hit a nerve, good is all you thought.
I don’t tell you what to say.
I don’t tell you what to do.
So just let me be myself.
That’s all I ask of you.
I’m young, and I love to be young.
I’m free, and I love to be free.
To live my life the way I want.
To say and do whatever I please.
You made your way back to the stage as you sang the rest of the song. As you got back to the stage for the end of the song, you looked straight at Bucky and sang the final ‘You don’t own me’ looking at him. You could see his jaw ticking, and you felt that he wasn’t the only one who didn’t appreciate the song. You saw your ex and a couple of his men get up and leave once the lights went out on the stage.
The club erupted in applause at that point, and you used this to go back to your dressing room to change into some more casual clothes before joining your Grandfather and his men.
To say that Bucky was upset was an understatement. He let you walk off stage and talking with the others that were in the VIP section with him. He leaned over to whisper something to Clint, then left the section to go back stage and talk with you.
When he got to your dressing room door, he knocked - but pulled his gun when the door swung open. The room was a shambles and there was no sign as to where you were. He roared for Sam and Clint, then slumped onto an ottoman to wait for them.
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Part I]
[Intro]
eurt si em tuoba yas yeht gnihtyrevE
Euphoria
[Verse]
Them super powers gettin' neutralized, I can only watch in silence
The famous actor we once knew is lookin' paranoid and now spiralin'
You're movin' just like a degenerate, every antic is feelin' distasteful
I calculate you're not as calculated, I can even predict your angle
Fabricatin' stories on the family front 'cause you heard Mr. Morale
A pathetic master manipulator, I can smell the tales on you now
You'rе not a rap artist, you a scam artist with the hopes of being accеpted
Tommy Hilfiger stood out, but FUBU never had been your collection
I make music that electrify 'em, you make music that pacify 'em
I can double down on that line, but spare you this time, that's random acts of kindness
Know you a master manipulator and habitual liar too
But don't tell no lie about me and I won't tell truths 'bout you
[Part II]
[Intro]
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Shoo, shoo, shoo
Bee, bee, bee, bee, bee, bee
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I'm out the way, yeah, I'm low, okay
Yeah, the island right here's remote, okay
I ain't thinkin' about no reaper
Nigga, I'm reapin' what I sow, okay
Got a Benjamin and a Jackson all in my house like I'm Joe, okay
Hellcat, made his homeboys and them type sell they soul, okay
Everybody wanna be demon 'til they get chipped by your throwaway
And I might do a show a day, once a lame, always a lame
Oh, you thought the money, the power or fame would make you go away?
Have you ever played have-you-ever? Okay, nigga, let's play
Have you ever walked your enemy down like with a poker face?
Have you ever paid five-hundred thou' like to an open case?
Well, I have, and I failed at both, but I came out straight
I hate when I rap or talk about guns, then somebody die
They turn into nuns, then hop online, like "Pray for my city"
He fakin' for likes and digital hugs
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior, they must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park his son
The very first time I shot me a Drac', the homie had told me to aim it this way
I didn't point down enough, today, I'll show you I learned from those mistakes
Somebody had told me that you got a ring, on God, I'm ready to double the wage
I'd rather do that than let a Canadian nigga make Pac turn in his grave
Cutthroat business, you got shit twisted
What is it? The braids?
I hurt your feelings? You don't wanna work with me no more? Okay
It's three G.O.A.T.s left, and I seen two of them kissin' and huggin' on stage
I love 'em to death, and in eight bars, I'll explain that phrase, huh
It's nothin' nobody can tell me, huh
I don't wanna talk on no celly, huh
You know I got language barriers, huh
It's no accent you can sell me, huh
Yeah, Cole and Aubrey know I'm a selfish nigga
The crown is heavy, huh
I pray they my real friends, if not, I'm YNW Melly
I don't like you poppin' shit at Pharrell, for him, I inherit the beef
Yeah, fuck all that pushin' P, let me see you push a T
You better off spinnin' again on him, you think about pushin' me
He's Terrence Thornton, I'm Terence Crawford, yeah, I'm whoopin' feet
We ain't gotta get personal, this a friendly fade, you should keep it that way
I know some shit about niggas that make Gunna Wunna look like a saint
This ain't been about critics, not about gimmicks, not about who the greatest
It's always been about love and hate, now let me say I'm the biggest hater
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
I hate the way that you sneak diss, if I catch flight, it's gon' be direct
We hate the bitches you fuck, 'cause they confuse themself with real women
And notice, I said "we," it's not just me, I'm what the culture feelin'
How many more fairytale stories 'bout your life 'til we had enough?
How many more Black features 'til you finally feel that you're Black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make a nigga bring back Puff, let me see if Chubbs really crash somethin'
Yeah, my first one like my last one, it's a classic, you don't have one
Let your core audience stomach that, then tell 'em where you get your abs from
V12, it's a fast one, baow-baow-baow, last one
Headshot for the year, you better walk around like Daft Punk
[Verse 2]
Remember?
Ayy, Top Dawg, who the fuck they think they playin' with?
Extortion my middle name as soon as you jump off of that plane, bitch
I'm allergic to the lame shit, only you like bein' famous
Yachty can't give you no swag neither, I don't give a fuck 'bout who you hang with
I hate the way that you walk, the way that you talk, I hate the way that you dress
Surprised you wanted that feature request
You know that we got some shit to address
I even hate when you say the word "nigga," but that's just me, I guess
Some shit just cringeworthy, it ain't even gotta be deep, I guess
Still love when you see success, everything with me is blessed
Keep makin' me dance, wavin' my hand, and it won't be no threat
I'm knowin' they call you The Boy, but where is a man? 'Cause I ain't seen him yet
Matter fact, I ain't even bleed him yet, can I bleed him? Bet
When I see you stand by Sexyy Red, I believe you see two bad bitches
I believe you don't like women, it's real competition, you might pop ass with 'em
Let's speak on percentage, show me your splits, I'll make sure I double back with you
You were signed to a nigga that's signed to a nigga that said he was signed to that nigga
Try cease and desist on the "Like That" record?
Ho, what? You ain't like that record?
"Back To Back," I like that record
I'ma get back to that, for the record
Why would I call around tryna get dirt on niggas? Y'all think all my life is rap?
That's ho shit, I got a son to raise, but I can see you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Wakin' him up, know nothin' 'bout that
And tell him to pray, know nothin' 'bout that
And givin' him tools to walk through life like day-by-day, know nothin' 'bout that
Teachin' him morals, integrity, discipline, listen, man, you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Speakin' the truth and consider what God's considerin', you don't know nothin' 'bout that
Ain't twenty-v-one, it's one-v-twenty if I gotta smack niggas that write with you
Yeah, bring 'em out too, I'll clear 'em out too
Tell BEAM that he better stay right with you
Am I battlin' ghost or AI? Nigga feelin' like Joel Osteen
Funny, he was in a film called "AI"
And my sixth sense tellin' me to off him
I'ma blick niggas all in they coffin
Yeah, OV-ho niggas is dick riders
Tell 'em run to America, they imitate heritage, they can't imitate this violence
What I learned is niggas don't like the West Coast
And I'm fine with it, I'll push the line with it
Pick a nigga off one at a time with it
We can be on a three-hour time difference
Don't speak on the family, crodie
It can get deep in the family, crodie
Talk about me and my family, crodie?
Someone gon' bleed in your family, crodie
I be at New Ho King eatin' fried rice with a dip sauce and blammy, crodie
Tell me you're cheesin', fam
We can do this right now on the camera, crodie
Ayy, fuck y'all niggas, I don't trust y'all niggas
I wave one finger and thump y'all niggas like mmm
Field goal, punt y'all niggas, they punk y'all niggas, nobody never took my food
Whoever that's fuckin' with him, fuck you niggas, and fuck the industry too
If you take it there, I'm takin' it further
Psst, that's somethin' you don't wanna do
[Outro]
Ooh
We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more
We don't wanna hear you say "nigga" no more
Stop
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