#y'all need new lines yo
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kissing the Sk8 boys before their beef
reki kyan, langa hasegawa, kaoru sakurayashiki (cherry blossom), kojiro nanjo (joe) x GN! reader
TW: cursing
lowercase intended. this is the beginning of y'all's relationship so this is the first time y'all kiss
(s/y/n) means yalls 'S' name if y'all want a secret identity like how kaoru has cherry blossom
Reki Kyan
you hear the door slam open as you jolt your head up to see what it is. you see your boyfriend in the doorframe looking directly at you
"Y/N Y/N Y/N. GUESS WHAAAAAAAT!" he yells as he runs to your desk. you smush his cheeks with your hand. "reki baby, calm down. and what is it?" you ask. "sorry, but you gotta guess." he says in a more hushed manner.
"uhmmmm you got a beef?" you question. he nods his head. "and lemme guess, with shadow?" he nods more excited. "I've been studying his tricks and cheats so I'll definitely beat him now." he whispers so people wont hear him talk about S. y'all's teacher walks in and reki goes to sit down, bouncing his knee up and down, not being able to contain his excitement.
time skip
langa, reki, and you gather up at S and look for Joe and Cherry. you see Cherry's bright ass pink hair and lead the guys over to him.
"glad to see y'all can make it. reki I wish you luck." cherry says in a monotone voice. "thanks cherry! i really appreciate it" reki smiles.
"yo! you ready to get your ass kicked, you little punk!" shadow walks up behind reki. "hell yeah! I'm gonna beat you tonight, shadow. and if I win, you have to get a act like a baby for 10 minutes. wah wah!" reki mocks him like a baby.
"oh yeah?! and if I win, you have to do the same!" shadow yells. "really creative, huh?" he says.
they get into their starting positions and wait for the lights.
"reki wait!" you run up to him. "s/y/n? what are you-" he gets cut off by you kissing him. he kisses you back and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in. you pull back, "good luck!" you smile at him.
let's just say that a certain video of shadow got sent to your phone :)
he was so happy that you kissed him to the point where he ran to you at the finish line and tackled you in another kiss. he did not want to let you go
Langa Hasegawa
you were watching langa practice some new tricks that reki told him about. he had a beef with some random guy that challenged him, but langa had nothing to worry about. he's sure he can beat him.
of course langa fell a few times and he always came to you to bandage him up. he always has that sad walk everytime he came up to you with a scraped hand or knee. but nevertheless, he always got back up again.
"gasp, langa look!" you pointed at the sunset. one of two things. 1. you wanted to show him how pretty the sunset was. 2. it was about that time to start heading over to S. you packed your things up and starting heading there.
of course, reki was already at S and waiting for y'all. "langa! s/y/n! you're here!" reki ran up and tackled us in a hug. "omg reki, hi!" you laugh. he gets up and helps me and langa up. "dude are you ready?!" reki asks. "of course!" langa says with a smile. 'he looks so pretty when he's happy and smiling' you say to yourself.
langa was about to go to the starting line when you called for him. he walked up to you, "yes, honey?" he asks. "one thing." you grabbed his collar and kissed him. you let go of his shirt and wished him luck. she was absolutely red and stuttering, poor boy could barely walk back to the starting line.
he of course won. he was still so red when he came up to you at the finish line. he was a stuttering mess asking you if you can kiss him more often
Kaoru Sakurayashiki (Cherry Blossom)
you're at where kaoru works and you're just watching him do whatever the hell he does when he works. you're just staring at him, mindlessly, engaged in whatever he's doing. "i can feel your eyes burn into my head, darling. is there something you need?" he asks. "oh uhm no... i just like watching you work.." you admit embarrassed.
after he gets off work, you both head over to Joe's for some food. "well if it isn't my two favorite people. the usual seats and orders, I presume?" joe asks. "you know us so well" you respond.
you and kaoru sit at the bar so you can talk to Joe. he brings out both of your drinks and food and leans on the counter. "so che- I mean kaoru." Joe messes up. kaoru gives him a 'watch what you say' glare at Joe. "how about a beef tonight, kaoru? just like old times, huh?" joe asks. "fine, but only if it'll get you off my back, you dopey gorilla." he says.
time skip
cherry took almost an hour to get ready, mostly on his hair, and we go to find Joe. i see his deep, moss green hair (insultingly) and he sees me. he runs over and gives me a bone crunching hug. "s/y/n!! you made it." he says. he looks at cherry, "oh, and the princess has arrived as well. how long did it take you to do your hair this time?" joe asks. cherry just slapped his back and joe hissed at the pain.
"you ready, you walking shampoo ad?" joe looks over at him. "ready to wipe that smirk off your dumbass face." he fires back. "oooh so sassy today."
"wait, darling." you call to cherry. "yes, angel?" he sits back up. "good luck, mkay?" you pull down his mask before he protests and kiss him. his eyes widen in shock, he doesn't know what to feel or how to react. you pull up his mask before anyone else can see.
cherry absolutely won against Joe since he had your kiss to motivate him.
he now requires a kiss before every single beef he has
Kojiro Nanjo (Joe)
like cherry, you were admiring kojiro while he worked. just something about the unform he wears makes his muscles and everything look so good on him. you weren't gonna lie, you may or may not have been slowly undressing him in your mi-
"if you keep undressing me with your eyes, I'm gonna catch a cold." he says with his back turned to you as he washes dishes. he has his sleeves halfway rolled up, making him 10x hotter. "oh shut up you gorilla." you say as you look away, but then look at him in the corner of your eyes. "oooh ouch that one stung," he says sarcastically, "you've been hanging out with kaoru too much." he says, never turning around.
once he's done with the dishes and everyone's cleared out, he dries his hands and leans on the counter to look at you. "some little punk kid challenged me to a beef tonight. you're gonna be there right, darling?" he questions. "well of course, sweetheart. wouldn't want to miss seeing you shirtless." you shot back while looking at his hands. there's steam coming off of them from the hot ass water he was doing the dishes with. "my eyes are up here, darling. you can see me shirtless tonight, lovey." he raises your head with his finger. "oh don't worry, I plan on it. and if I hear one of your fangirls yelling about how they wanna quote 'marry your abs'," you finger quote, "I'll jump on their asses." you sickly smile. "damn, you're hot when your possessive."
time skip
you both ride to where either reki, langa, or cherry was, or whoever you find first. reki and langa run up to you and jumps you in a hug, making you fall off your board. "s/y/n!" they say while pilling on you. they always do this every time you come to S, but you don't mind, it's cute.
joe pulls them off of you and helps you up. the kid who challenged him starts egging him on about how Joe will lose and that he'll never beat him. this, of course, pissed you off. "joe!" you wiggled your finger to signal to come here. before he stops, you pulled his belt buckle, wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him. he doesn't hesitate to kiss you back immediately. you pull away, "kick his ass, darling" you tell him. "damn angel, do this all the time and I'll do whatever you say." he teases.
he, like cherry, had your kiss to motivate his win.
joe, and like reki, walked up to you after his win, and kissed you oh so passionately at his win
he also requires a kiss before every beef
#sk8 the infinity#sk8 anime#reki kyan#reki x reader#langa hasegawa#langa x reader#kaoru sakurayashiki#cherry blossom#kaoru sakurayashiki x reader#kojiro nanjo#joe#kojiro nanjo x reader#I'm feral for joe#x reader
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I Like Your Blood On My Teeth Just A Little Too Much - 1
You're a former military, career oriented security executive who has made quite the living for yourself- but it has always been lacking. Your non-committal attitude has led you down a playgirl lifestyle, never really settling. What happens when your new boss throws you a curveball, and as a result? You end up hopelessly involved with a Hollywood starlet.
Here it is, the first story. Chapter numero uno. No smutty stuff yet, but it'll be incoming. If y'all like it, I'll keep posting. It will be a series. A long one, the plot needs to thicken. Bonus points if you can tell where the lyrics are from XD
3K Word Count
Chapter One- Are You At One, Or Do You Lie?
You stood on a patio, gripping your fresh mug of coffee as you gazed out towards the vast landscape that lay to the front of you. Sleep had eluded you all night, and when the decision had finally been made that you weren’t going to receive a restful slumber- you groggily made your way to the kitchen of mountain home for a source of fuel. Bundled in your favorite zip up hoodie and some fleece lined sweatpants, you made a strong cup of coffee and slowly made your way to the best part of the home (at least, to you).
This place you called home was far from most’s idea of humble and conservative, but to you it was a dream, and it was the perfect place to escape your tiny city apartment. Those who you trusted enough to bring here, upon their first visit could not believe that the slummy 600 sqft. apartment you slept in within city limits belonged to the same person who owned this chateau. It was easily ten times the size, housed your selection of transport handily- and allowed you to tinker and build to your hearts desire- in your free time.
Free time was a concept that had eluded you the past 8 months. This was the first time you had been able to escape the demanding requests of what allowed you such luxuries- your job that you had once loved. It allowed you to live this lifestyle of multiple residences, cars of your dreams, and a comfortable living since your early graduation from college, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for that. Of late, the very job you swore you owed your happiness and gratitude for had completely drained you of all satisfaction you once held. The switch to a new management company and new bosses has made your life a living hell, and you were simply exhausted. You had spent the last year helping to roll everything over for this new ownership group, working tirelessly and many times staying at your corner office in a posh downtown Los Angeles high-rise, sleeping on the sofa that sat across desk.
Being a high ranking executive officer for a government-trusted security firm, you saw everything. The early exit from college sent you straight to the military- quickly earning the respect of all around you, and you worked the ranks within your 6 years in the US Army as fast as anyone ever had- particularly for a woman. Holding the title of a three star general was sheer insanity, with which no one thought it was a possibility to obtain a rank that high, that quickly- not without the drama and rumors, at least. That is what made you discharge with honors, quickly accepting your current position as the Chief Executive to Internal Affairs, which was a fancy way of saying you were in charge of the clean-up. You handled all internal affairs, information leaks, and other messes that someone’s lackadaisical attitude or poor judgment had created. You were also a secret weapon, of sorts. Many mistook your title as one where your hands never got dirty, you would have someone handle your “dirty work”. Oh, the fact that you handled it personally messed with many of the poor soul’s minds with whom you had to scour their mistakes and tie up any loose ends.
You were leaning up against one of the main support logs with your steaming cup, a timber that held the weight of a massive roofline, shielding your best mountain view from too much weather. The only lights on were the under cabinet lights in your kitchen, which was 30 or so feet behind you, behind a wall of glass that you demanded the house be built around. You had all but built the majority of the house yourself, the lack of control was too much- only contracting out the major structural aspects and work that was too involved for you to do alone. You had also purchased a fair amount of land surrounding your escape, to the tune of a few thousand acres. You wanted to ensure the utmost in privacy, and also security. Your career ensured that you made more than a lifetimes worth of enemies, as you more often than not cost them their jobs, at least.
Sometimes you cost people all but their lives, but made them wish you had just taken that instead. To this you had long since steeled your emotions to this, as it was a part of the business. The land included a large lake- so even on frigid night like tonight, you found solace in coming outside with something to warm your hands, while gazing at the reflection of the mountains and the nighttime sky reflecting in its calm waters, your boat barely moving against its dock. As you found yourself becoming more and more entranced by the view in front of you, the ever so slightly lightening of the sky before you and the vibration of the watch on your wrist told you that you needed to try and get at lest a few hours sleep, so you begrudgingly turned around, and placed the half empty mug of coffee in the sink, before slinking over to your sofa and flinging your exhausted form onto it, and turning into its back for a nap. Today was going to be a big day, so you needed some rest.
Your eyes opened right before your alarm went off on your cell phone, and you slowly sat up and groaned, muttering a “fuck” to yourself before standing up and stretching your sore body. You shuffled off to the master suite upstairs, quickly discarding the hoodie and sweatpants before walking into the shower to fire up its multitude of jets and shower heads with steaming water. You desperately needed to rinse off the lack of restful sleep and freshen up for your day. You grabbed a fresh towel from the linen cabinet that towered next to your side of the sprawling double vanity. The combination of wood and stone always calmed you- and it was evident in how this home was designed.
The shower you stepped inside of appeared as thought it had been cut out of a mountainside- with stone ledges holding all of your favorite soaps, shampoos and conditioners, and made you feel like you were showering in a waterfall. As the water cascaded and massaged at your aching form, you grabbed onto your soap of choice for the day, and lathered it all over your tattooed, chiseled body. Your parents had never been happy with your decision to tattoo the majority of your body, particularly the back of your neck. That had been the final straw of disappointment from you- they haven’t spoken to you since. Your childhood was highly conservative, as your dad was a southern, religious and military man himself, and your mom was the epitome of a housewife. She would bend to his opinion and will, as though she had no say of her own. While you deeply loved your mother, you could not stand to see how her opinions and values disappeared over time- being taken over by your strict fathers.
It’s not that you really mind that they cut you out- as you had always longed for your own sense of being, and hated living in your fathers shadow. The tattoos were at first seen as “acting out”, but they quickly realized that it went further than that, and you weren’t going to hear any of their disapproval regarding what you did with your body. The short hair dyed in any and every color, piercings that came and went, and ink were your way of displaying your current state. As you turned around to shut off the water, you reached out of the veil of steam that was flowing around the shower, and grabbed the towel hung on a convenient rack just on the outside of the showers walls, made to look like dead wood. You peered over at the large mirror, slicking back the dark brown and blonde streaked hair, leaning on the counter to truly see how exhausted you look. “You look like hell, Y/L/N.” You say to yourself in the mirror, before carrying on with your morning routine.
Opting for a navy blue pinstripe suit, with a black button up, you mussed your hair in the mirror, giving it your signature tousled look, before turning to weave the brown belt through the loops around your trim waist. You grabbed the matching pair of brown shoes out of your walk in closet, and slipped them onto your feet before turning and looking at your appearance in the mirror. You had always been an athletic kid, and the myriad of sports you were involved in growing up allowed you the luxury of a muscular build on your tall frame. You weren’t insanely tall, average for your family, but taller than most. You looked down as your watch vibrated on your wrist, reminding you that you needed to leave soon- otherwise your commute to work would take you past your typical start time, which was not the impression you wanted to set for the new bosses. You quickly spun around on the hardwood floor, grabbing your cologne from the wooden shelf, and spraying it onto your pulse point and wrists before grabbing the keys hanging below and making your way out of the bedroom and towards the other wing of your house- where all your toys were kept.
Typically you wouldn’t escape unless you had at least a few days to spend here, as this was seriously out of your way for a commute to work. But you needed the respite. Work had been abnormally stressful for you, as you were planning for a massive undertaking at work- a new security project that required the best of the best- so you were “volunteered” to be the only person for this mystery operation. You arrived in the warehouse of vehicles that were varying degrees of extravagance- from classic cars to modern exotics, you had your bases covered. You walked past them all, climbing a spiral staircase the the opposite end of the garage, and opening a hefty steel door and walking out to your helicopter. Your days in the military afforded you many things- a pilots license being one of them. You quickly climbed inside, placing the headset hanging from the ceiling next to you onto your head, and grabbing the aviator sunglasses on the seat next to you before switching all the necessary toggles and firing up the machine. You announced your presence to the nearby air traffic control tower- located in the neighboring city, before gently pulling the joystick between your legs and slowly raising the vehicle off of the ground, and up towards the city. The two hour flight to work would be plenty of time for you to get your mind into work mode.
You swiftly landed the helicopter on the rooftop of your workplace, only to be greeted by your new boss, as well as your assistant, Kris, waiting for you a safe distance off of the helipad. You hopped out of the copter, re-buttoning the top buttons of your pinstripe blazer, and walking towards the pair. Kris gently smiled your way, handing you a large cup of coffee, for which you were thankful. You nodded her way, raising your eyebrows so they could just be seen above your glasses as you too a sip of the liquid, then letting out a long sigh after swallowing the drink.
“Thank you.” You spoke quietly, and turned to your direct supervisor to shake his hand.
“Y/L/N. Good Morning, we have a lot to do today. I hope you are prepped and ready.” He lifted his head slightly, as he tried to make it like he was taller, so he could look down towards you.
“Yessir. I’ve been prepared for the last two months, sir.” You replied curtly as he turned and stalked back to the doorway that would descend back down to the executive level of the office.
“You look like shit, Y/N…” Kris whispered to you as you both walked behind your boss, a slight look of worry on her face. She had been one of the first people you met after you discharged from the military, and moved to Los Angeles. You had actually gotten her this job as your new assistant as she was one of the few you knew you could trust, and your former assistant had kept trying your patience and trust. She was dressed up more than usual, wearing a tight black pencil skirt, that fell just below her knees. It was slightly split up the back, and allowed you the slightest view of her toned thighs. She wore a dark green blouse, and her blonde hair was wrapped up in a bun, with her black glasses framing her piercingly grey eyes. That was the first thing you had noticed about the woman when you first met- how her eyes seemed to be so colorless, yet full of emotion. You both had tried the whole relationship thing- but with your lack of comfort within yourself to fully admit you were gay, and years of pretending you weren’t, being in the military and with your conservative parents- you had both decided that you couldn’t be together, but were mature enough to recognize that you both were good friends, and wouldn’t let the failed attempt ruin your friendship. But, the brief glimpse beyond your hardened, tattooed exterior allowed her to read you like a fucking book. And you hated it.
“Thanks, Sherlock.” You smirked over your coffee cup, as you approached the elevator to take you down towards your office.
“You’re working too much.” She stated flatly.
“No, I’m only doing what is necessary.” You state, and she rolls her eyes as you peel the glasses off your face, setting them on top of your hair. You briefly glance her direction to notice she rolls her eyes at you before the doors ding open, leading you towards a long marble lined hallway flanked by frosted glass doors and windows. You both walked towards the door that led you to your office.
“You never fly to McCall unless you can stay for a period of time. You flew there to stay the night? That’s not like you.” She was walking in front of you to be able to open the door before you approached it.
“Yeah, so? It’s my house. I can go if I want. What made you so sure I went there in the first place?” You asked pointedly, not meaning to come out that rude as you crossed the threshold to your office.
“Your car was still in the parking garage when I left last night. I came back up to check on you, but you were gone. I went upstairs and the heli was gone.” She narrowed her eyes in your direction. She always warned you not to burn the candle at both ends, but you did it anyways.
“You don’t need to check on me. I’m a grown ass woman, I will do what I need to for my job.”
“Y/N, this isn’t about work. You need to take care of you.” She spits back pointedly, before spinning on her heels and walking back out the door towards her office next door. You sighed, rubbing your hands on your face, before removing the blazer adorning your shoulders, and unbuttoning the cuffs to your black dress shirt, allowing you to slightly roll up the sleeves to show some of your inked skin. The holster you wore on your hip that housed your work pistol came off, to be sat next to your on your desk. You sat rather heavily into your large leather chair, taking a deep breath and opening your laptop to begin checking your emails.
You scrolled through every email, skimming them over, deleting the unnecessary ones, forwarding ones to Kris that she could handle, and finally your eyes fell upon the email you knew was coming. There was an attachment that was rather large, and you had to print it off before slipping it into a file and making your way towards the board room two floors down. You heard Kris’s door open as you opted to go down the stairs instead, and opened the door to lead you down towards your next assignment. You took the opportunity to glance at the file as you swiftly descended the stairs, and right as you approached the door to the correct floor, it opened up- causing your eyes to dart up and be met with a discontent gaze of your best friend. You blankly stared back as you walked by her, and made your way to the board room.
“Did you read any of that file yet?” She asked, shuffling a little bit quicker to catch up with you.
“Some of it, yes. Why are the names redacted? I have the highest security clearance of anyone here.” You turned to your assistant, who shrugged her shoulders, narrowing her eyes as she reached for the folder, to open the pages and confirm what you had already stated. You approached the door to the boardroom, the occupants of the room were obscured by heavily frosted glass, but you could hear a faint conversation. Kris shrugged, not knowing why, and stepped around you, to grab the door and hold it open for you. As you step inside the room, your eyes glance from person to person, astutely taking in their demeanors as your gaze bounces from person to person. First, your bosses, who were starting at you expectantly, and then to the people in the room you had no clue of- except one.
“Are you ready to start, Y/L/N?” The owner of your company asked. Your eyes remained locked onto the blonde bombshell sitting at the far end of the table, surrounded by people you assume are her assistants. You sit down at the opposite end of the table, without breaking eye contact.
“I thought we were a government military contractor, not some for-hire security outfit.” You state coldly as you sat next to your boss. He glared back at you, giving you the impression that this was not the time.
“We’re not for hire. But when someone asks for the best, they ask for us- more specifically, you, Y/L/N.” He quipped back. “And I shouldn’t have to remind you, that in this business- money talks. Back to business,” He says pointedly in your direction, earning a smirk from both blondes in your presence.
(CHAPTER 2)
A/N: Nothing like making your boss call you out in a meeting, amiright? Let me know what you think!
#communicatethrulyrics#scarlett johansson x fem!reader#scarlett johansson x reader#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff#scarlett johansson#scarlett johansson x you#scarlett johannsen#wlw fanfic#ILYBOMTJALTM
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Outrun the Devil: Prologue
Outrun the Devil: Prologue
Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader
Summary: Bob Floyd had always been a good kid. So how did he manage to let his childhood friends rope him into living a life of crime? A member of the famous outlaw group, the Dagger posse, Bob longs for a future where he can settle down and earn a respectable living. When he meets the new barmaid at the local tavern, that future doesn't seem so farfetched, but will her past catch up to her?
Warnings: Talk of prostitution, swearing, use of y/n, talk of abuse (sexual and physical), talk of abandonment, self degradation, etc.
Word Count: 1.95k
A/N: Starting off a lot darker than the other two, but I hope you stick around! Also, I'm going to ask that y'all please ignore the historical inaccuracies of traveling westward in this one. I did actual research for this one, and finally decided that I was thinking to deep. As always, reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated! You can find my works on AO3 under sailor_aviator. 18+ ONLY!!!
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The Streets of New Orleans smelled like shit. No, worse than shit. It smelled like shit warmed over. The rain had died down, at least. It had been a slow night because of it, and you knew that the madame wouldn’t be pleased with your lack of earnings for the evening.
Like it was your fault.
Heaving a sigh, you pushed off the building whose awning had given you some respite from the downpour that ended only moments ago. Glancing along the usually busy street, you saw no one in sight. Turning on your heel, you moved briskly down the cobblestone street back to the brothel you called home.
You didn’t know anything else besides the four walls of the “house of pleasure” as your madame, Lady Marie Dubois, called it. You doubted she was an actual lady, but had rather gifted herself the title. You were fairly certain your mother had been one of the many women that resided there, but no one would ever give you the whole story.
“If you needed to know,” Marie had sniffed, “you would know.”
That’s what she had said the last time you had asked. You guessed you had probably been around eight years old at the time. Never having gotten an answer other than that one, you resigned yourself to living the life of an orphan girl taken in by a high end brothel. When you had been old enough, Lady Dubois had put you straight to work in the business.
“No one stays here for free,” she had tutted. “And your worth more to me this way than as a maid.”
You earned your keep.
You came up to the grand doorways of the brothel and nodded at the man who stood guard as he opened the door for you. The entryway was decorated lavishly in fine silks and smooth velvets. Expensive furniture lined the walls and the scent of smoke and cheap perfume wafted in the air. You made your way down the hall to the back room where you knew Marie would be.
Sure enough, she sat behind a large, wooden desk counting, what you assumed, were the meager earnings of your colleagues. You almost laughed at the word. You stopped just past the door as Marie glanced up at you. She gestured to the seat opposite her, and you plopped down, throwing the small bag of coins you had earned earlier in the evening on to her desk. She frowned.
“Not even you could get more customers tonight, hm?”
You shrugged. “No one likes getting caught in the rain.”
Marie dumped the coins onto her desk, nodding in approval as your meager earnings for the evening still outperformed what the rest had earned.
“You’re not as angry as I expected,” you mused, raising a brow at her. Marie snorted and began counting your coins.
“We had a good week,” she began, “one bad night won’t hurt us.”
You almost laughed. “You’re being awfully cavalier this evening.”
She stopped her counting to look at you, studying you for a couple of moments. She sighed and leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap.
“You’re young y/n,” she stated. “Men like young. You have a few more years before those looks of yours start to fade. You’ll make up for tonight without a problem.”
You didn’t reply, mulling over her words.
“Did you need me for anything else?” you asked softly. She shook her head.
“No, you’re free to retire for the evening.”
Nodding, you stood up and silently made your way out of the room. Walking up the wooden steps past the second floor, you heard the telltale sounds of some of the women still working. Not stopping, you rounded the bannister and made your way up to the private quarters.
Once safely in your room, you locked the door behind you and began to strip out of your working dress. Draping it over the chair in the corner, you opted to take care of it properly in the morning. Quickly draping your nightdress on, you sat on the edge of your bed and thought about Marie’s words.
You had never known a life outside of this one. The only reason you knew life could be easier was thanks, in part, to the church women who would corner you to tell you that you could be saved. You found that highly unlikely. But maybe they were right about one thing. Maybe you could have a different life. Staring at your reflection in the mirror of your vanity, you allowed yourself to ponder. Is this what you wanted your life to be - stuck in this never-ending hell. And that’s what it was, when you allowed yourself to think about it. Giving away your body like the daily paper in order to earn your living. You didn’t want this. You never wanted this. You didn’t even realize the tears had started rolling down your cheek until you were already sobbing.
You couldn’t live like this. Not anymore.
Scrubbing the tears from your face, you laid down in your bed. You fell asleep rather quickly, and the next morning when you woke up, you had made up your mind.
You dressed quickly and silently in your civilian attire and made your way downstairs to the first floor. Just as you reached the door, a voice called out to you.
“Where are you going?” Marie asked, eyebrow raised.
Your heart skipped a beat. Willing your nerves to settle, you turned to her with what you hoped was a nonchalant look.
“I thought I would go out and look for some new accessories,” you state simply. Marie hums.
“It has been a while since you’ve gotten anything new,” she mused. “Wait right there.”
Before you could respond, she turned on her heel and made her way down the hallway. Moments later, she was placing a small purse of coins in your hand.
“Don’t be out too late. It’s already past noon.”
You smiled at her softly and made your way out the door. You walked quickly down the road, gunning for the docks by the river. You quickly spotted what you were looking for. You made your way up to the attendant who was selling and giving out tickets to other travelers.
“Good day to you, miss,” he smiled warmly. You returned the smile politely.
“Where is this ship going?”
“We’re headed up towards St. Louis and then down the Missouri to Independence. It’ll be about a week before we get there.”
You nodded, reaching into your coin purse. You offered the money to him. “Is this enough to cover my fare?”
“That should be more than enough, miss,” he replied, taking the money and handing you a ticket. You made your way onto the deck of the steamboat, taking one last look at the city you had called home. Disappearing into the ship, you made your way to the room number that was printed neatly on your ticket. Room 24. Stumbling inside, you locked the door behind you and laid down on the plush bed. Only minutes later did the ship begin to make its way down the Mississippi River. You let out a nervous, shaky breath. There was no turning back now.
The week passed quickly with you mostly keeping to yourself in your cabin, only coming out for the occasional meal. When the boat docked in Independence, Missouri, you made your way to the market. You didn’t have a plan really, you just knew you needed to get further away.
“It’s not much yet, but it’s gettin’ there. I’m tellin’ ya! The west is the land of opportunity!”
You swung your head to see where the voice was coming from. A man stood on the porch of a general store talking with, who you assumed, was the owner.
“Anybody lookin’ to make a fresh start better make their way there before there’s nothin’ left to take,” he continued. Your body moved before your mind could even think about what you were doing.
“Excuse me,” you heard yourself say. The two men turned to look at you, eyebrows furrowed. “How does one get to the west?”
“Well, darlin’, it just so happens that I’m ‘bout to make my way thataway now,” he smiles warmly. You shifted your feet.
“If I could impose upon you, sir, I would be grateful if you would allow me to accompany you to wherever it is your going,” you implored. The man takes you in for a moment before nodding slowly. “I promise I won’t be a bother.”
“Alright, miss,” he starts, “that’d be just fine. We’re headed to a town called Maverick out in the New Mexico Territory. It’s ‘bout a week's ride from here. You think you can manage it?”
You nodded vehemently. “Yes, sir.”
“Well then,” he grins, gesturing towards his cart. “Let’s get a move on.”
The second week passed by more quickly than the first, and you found your companion to be pleasant company. His name was Joel, as you came to find out. He had been happily married to his wife, Helen, for thirty-two years that April and they had three daughters and one son, all somewhere around your age.
“Reckon we’ve only got a couple o’ hours left fore we get there,” he said one morning. And he had been right. The two of you rolled into town only a few hours after you had packed up your camp that morning. You took a moment to admire the small, desert town that was so unlike your New Orleans. Joel stopped the cart outside a building with the word “Saloon” stamped across a sign at the top.
“You’ll want to speak with Penny,” he says, looking at you with a serious expression. “She’s been lookin’ for help running the saloon, and with any luck she’s still lookin’. Ask’er for a job and a place to stay.”
You nodded and offered the old man a smile. Hopping out of your seat and onto the ground, you made to make your way up the steps.
“Oh, and y/n?”
You turned.
“Don’t be a stranger now, ya hear?” Joel grinned. Your smile grew wider as you waved the old man off. Trudging your way up the steps and through the swing doors, you were greeted with the sight of scattered tables and a small piano pushed off to the side by the far wall. Your eyes quickly shifted to the women standing behind the bar. She was beautiful with dark hair and age lines running across her pretty face. She offered you a small smile.
“Can I help you?” she asked. You walked up to the bar so that you were only a few feet away.
“My name is y/n,” you started, feeling unexpected nerves starting to rise in your gut. “I’m looking for a job and a place to stay.”
The woman regarded you for a moment before responding. “Well, you’re in luck. I’ve been looking to hire someone to help me run this place now that more people are moving to town. The name is Penny. You just get in to town?”
“Yes,” you nodded. “Just a couple of minutes ago, actually.”
Penny raised an eyebrow at you. “You don’t say? Well, I’ve got a room you can stay in just upstairs. You got any belongings with you?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Well, not to worry. I’m sure I’ve got a couple of things at home I can bring in for you. I’ll show you the ropes tomorrow. Come on,” she gestured for you to follow her up the stairs. For the first time in your life, you felt what you could only describe as ease.
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eight.
It had been a couple weeks since Zora and Leon had been a couple, and it was everything they'd hoped for.
Pure bliss.
Breaking the news to their respective circles and mamas might as well have been a marriage proposal, the way everybody was over the moon excited for the two.
Zora finds her way to Leon's job with his favorite food from her job, as well as something for herself.
Following the path to the main entrance, she stops at the check in desk, biting back a laugh at the way the girl looks up at her.
“Mmhm, and who are you here for, pretty girl?” She asks with a smirk on her face.
“Leon Grey.”
“Oh, you're the girlfriend he's been telling us about!”
Zora lets a laugh loose. “He's been talkin’ off heads about me??”
“Mmmhm! He's right, you are absolutely gorgeous!” She compliments, sliding the clipboard her way.
Zora blushes and thanks her, before signing her name on the line and sliding it back. The lady unlocks the steel door, both of them cringing at the loud buzzing sound it makes as it automatically opens up.
“You never get used to that ugly ass sound,” she comments. “Go down the hall and make a right, and you'll find the lounge.”
“Thank you!”
“Anytime.”
Following her directions, she finds him sitting at a table with a couple guys, who start staring at her immediately.
“Yo, who is that?” One of his coworkers asks, making him look behind him. An immediate smile graces his face.
“My girlfriend, Zora.”
“That's your girlfriend??”
“How you pull a thick’n like that, with your lanky ass?”
Leon sucks his teeth and turns back to them. “Where y'all girlfriends at, again?”
The table fell silent, making him nod. And just as he was about to lay into them a little more, a hand finds his shoulder, making him look up.
Zora smiles sweetly, placing the bag on the table. “Hey, baby. I got your favorites.”
“Hey, sweet stuff! Thank you. I wanna introduce you to some knuckleheads.”
“Yeah, caught em starin’ at me when I walked in. Might as well learn some names.” She smiles, making one of them choke on air as Leon chuckles.
“Zora, this is Craig, Darnell and Clyde. Y'all, this is my girlfriend, Zora.”
“We've heard so much about you, dear. It's a pleasure to finally put a name to a face.” Clyde smoothly speaks, reminding her of her uncle, Tommy.
“Yeah, sorry about the staring. Leon wasn't lying when he told us how gorgeous you were.” Darnell says, making her laugh.
“Hey, at least your mouth wasn't open.” Craig adds.
“It's all good, guys. It's nice to meet y'all.”
“Well, let's get out of their hair, y'all. We'll see you later, Leon.” Clyde says, wrangling the other two up from the table.
Zora sits down beside Leon, laughing as he quickly leans in for a kiss, before pulling the knot from the bag.
“How's your day been so far?” He asks.
“It's been good. I talked to my boss today, and she agreed that her son is outta control. Finally.”
“Really? That's great! Wait… he ain't try nothing else, did he?” He asks, before getting too excited.
“No,” she shakes her head, “I told her about the last run in, and she wasn't happy about it. Suspended him for a few weeks in an attempt to make him understand how serious workplace harassment is. She's only giving him one chance and I've got the paperwork already printed up if need be.”
“Is he a mama’s boy like I'm thinking he is?” He asks.
“He's a spoiled brat, yeah.” She nods, making him laugh.
“Well, good. I'm glad you get to have an uninterrupted work schedule for a while, maybe indefinitely. That's ideal, ain't it?”
“You have no idea. I really cannot stand that boy.” She sighs and adjusts her glasses, leaning on his shoulder as he eats.
“You sleepy?” He asks, glancing down at her low lids.
“Maybe a little. I didn't get much sleep last night..”
“How come?”
“Eh, your couch is more comfy than my bed, maybe.” She shrugs, glancing up at him.
Which was code for, “I wanna graduate to sleeping beside you in bed, but I don't wanna be too forward.”
And, of course he knew that's what she meant.
“How about I come over and tuck you in, tonight?” He suggests, feeding her a couple fries.
A small smile creeps its way onto her way before she can stop it. She nods, circling her arm around the one she's leaning on.
“Consider it done.”
“You need extra clothes, too?” She asks with a giggle.
“Hell, you already got my shirts at your crib. I think I'm set!” He responds with a laugh of his own.
“They're so comfy and they smell like you. I'm not sorry.”
“Mm. Maybe I'll just sleep naked, then.” He shrugs.
“Leon,” she smacks his chest with her free hand.
“Look at you, already copin’ a feel.” He continues to tease, laughing at her incredulous expression.
“Anyway, which one of those knuckleheads were you beefin’ with?”
“Craig.”
“I knew it!”
“How?”
“He looks like the type to get into with some– everybody. A hothead like you used to be.”
“You'd be right about that,” he nods. “He's a good kid, he just needs to relax. I just try and look out for him.”
“That's sweet of you.”
“I do what I can.” He smiles.
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“I'm so glad y'all are a couple, cause this glow of yours is out of this world!” Nique squeals, right along with Neoma and Lovita.
Meeting them at Neoma’s place, Zora was finally freely gushing about her new relationship.
“I'm glowing?”
“Like an angel baby!” Lovita says, pinching her cheek.
“I'm so happy, y'all,” she smiles. “It's been so great, getting to know a man who wants more than just sex. Who doesn't wanna control things, cause Leon knows he can't and he doesn't try. We meet in the middle. We actually talk about things! He's got me sharing stories that I haven't shared since they happened, ya know? And, why is he so fine?!” She smacks her thigh for emphasis on the last part, making them laugh.
“Oh, we've seen him! He's so pretty!” Neoma laughs. “We're shocked that y'all haven't jumped each other's bones, with all this kissing and laying up y'all be doing.”
Zora rubs the back of her neck, as it becomes super warm. She, too, was shocked that they haven't found themselves in such a predicament.
“Well, to be fair, I just got fully comfortable in his presence. I guess cuddling on the couch is phase one,” she snorts.
“What's phase two, then?”
“Well, he said he was coming over tonight to tuck me in,” she giggles, “he's so stupid.”
“His long ass in your queen bed is gonna be hilarious!” Lovita cackles, making the rest of them join in at the mental image.
“Take a picture or something, I beg!”
“Right, cause I gotta see it!”
“Y'all are stupid, too!” Zora points at them. “But, I got y'all.”
“Good. Now, don't forget about the barbecue we're throwing this Friday. If Leon's free, you should bring him!”
“Gotcha. What am I on the list for, this time?” She asks.
“Potato salad and some kind of dessert. Neoma said banana pudding, but I don't know about that.”
“What, you don't like it?”
“You know me and nanas got a love/hate relationship,” she shrugs. “But, if that's what you wanna make, I'll still eat some.”
“I'll see if I can find something else, sis. I don't want you to suffer through it.” She assures, to which Lovita blows out a dramatic sigh of relief.
“See? An angel!” She nudges Nique and Neoma, who both roll their eyes while Zora giggles.
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Heading out of her room and down the hall, she opens the door to find Leon with a bouquet of lilies in his hand.
“Hey, beautiful. These are for you.” He smiles, holding them out for her to grab.
“Aw, how pretty! Thank you.” She says, grabbing them from him and pulling him inside her place.
“Anything for you,” he says, kissing her cheek before she rushes into the kitchen to cut and place them inside the new vase she'd bought.
“How was the rest of your day?” She asks, as he makes his way over to her, leaning against her marble counter.
“It was good. I kept getting questions about you and me, cause people are nosy like that,” he chuckles. “I shared my food with the guys, and now they're planning on swinging by the restaurant for more.”
“Linda's dream is to feed hardworking men,” Zora laughs, plucking the flowers until they fall in place like she wants.
“Her dream’s about to come true, too. She won't be able to shake ‘em off, either.” He shakes his head, finally getting to wrap his arms around her waist as she comes to stand in front of him, gazing up.
“Ah, she'll be okay. I missed you,” she admits, welcoming the sweet kiss he placed on her lips.
“I missed you too, sweet stuff. I practically mad-dashed through the six o'clock traffic to get here.”
“Don't be speedin’ for me,” she half-jokes, stuffing her hands into the pockets of his jacket.
“I got here in one piece, mama.” He says, pressing another kiss to her lips, shutting her up.
Moving from the kitchen to her sofa, the pair cuddle up and start their usual movie marathon.
“Oh, before I forget. My sisters are having a barbecue this Friday and you're invited, if you can make it.” She says, playing with the strings on his jacket.
“What time does it start?”
“I wanna say three, but you know colored people and time.” She snorts, making him do the same.
“Boy, don't I. But, okay, it sounds fun. I do have to work, but I'm off at four. I'll head that way afterwards.”
“Great, I'll send you the address later.”
Two movies in, Zora felt her eyes get heavier and heavier and Leon's soothing circles on her back weren't helping her at all.
She fixed her slumped position in his lap and rubbed her dry eyes, hearing his faint chuckle from above her. She turns to look at him, a smirk plastered on his lips.
“You laughin’ at me?”
“Yeah, you fightin’ sleep. It's cute.”
“I didnt wanna be rude and fall asleep on you.”
“I'm not complaining. Plus, you're so tired. We can continue the movie later.”
“If I ain't know no better, I'd think you were trying to put me to sleep anyway.” She tiredly laughs, sitting up.
“That's what I came over for, girl. Come on.” He says, scooping her up in his arms before she can protest.
Carrying her down the hall to her room, he walks in and whistles at her décor. It makes her snicker.
“What is your problem?” She asks, once he plops her down on the queen size bed.
“It's like a love lair in here!” He chuckles, looking around at the many decanters that litter her dresser, as well as the heart-shaped sunset lamp. Not to mention the baby pink satin bedspread she was currently sitting on.
“A love lair,” she laughs again, patting the space beside her. “You're funny.”
“Yeah, you tryna trap me in here, huh?”
“Nah, you can leave if you want. Once you feel how soft these sheets are, you'll change your mind though.”
“See? Tactful.”
“Shut up!” She tosses a pillow at him, which he catches and tosses back on the bed before beginning to come out of his work shirt and his sweats.
Her incredulous expression makes him pause. “I'm not getting naked, for real. I've got shorts on!”
“Jesus,” she mutters, watching him come out of them anyway, catching sight of something else that makes her turn her head altogether.
Wow was all she was thinking.
He smirks, deciding not to mess with her or the rosiness on her cheeks. He’ll let her live it down, this time.
Since she was already dressed down in one of his shirts, that really did fit her like a dress, along with some shorts, she pulls the covers back and climbs in, patting the space beside her.
He climbs in beside her, pulling her on top of him, wrapping one of his long arms around her waist as he stretches out. His feet didn't hang off the bed like Neoma said they would, which still made her giggle.
“What's funny? I wanna giggle, too!” He says.
“Nothing, nothing.” She responds, hooking one of her legs across his lap and tucking her arm underneath his, smiling to herself as his scent surrounds her.
“Come on, what is it?” He asks, as her hushed giggles vibrate against his chest.
“Okay, okay. I wasn't sure how comfortable you'd be in my bed, cause you're so tall. I thought you'd kinda be hangin’ out of it a bit.”
He hums a laugh, hugging her closer to his frame.
“That's a funny visual, I'll admit. But jokes on you, I'm very comfy on these pink silk sheets.” He declares, making her giggle all over again.
“I told you!”
“Yeah, yeah. Go to sleep, giggles.”
“Kay,” she responds, pulling the cover back over them.
“Goodnight, angel face.” He leans down to kiss the crown of her head.
“Goodnight, pretty man.”
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Friday rolls around, and all four Hunts’ are standing in the expansive kitchen of Neoma’s house, pulling lids and foil back from the dishes that were prepared for the day.
Zora decided to make cheesecake stuffed strawberries, which was easy enough and put a smile on Lovita’s face, making her happy.
“They look so good, sis!”
“I know, I can't wait to eat ‘em! I made three pans ‘cause I know how your friends like to snag food and leave nothing for anybody else!”
“Hey now, you leave my greedy friends alone! They reimbursed you for that pan of chicken.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She waves her off, while their mother laughs at the sight.
“A mess is what y'all are.”
“Says the creator of such!” Neoma quips, moving away as Pamela swats at her.
“Zora, is Leon gonna join us for the festivities today?”
“Yeah, he's still at work, so he'll be here later on. Said, he's bringing sodas.”
“Good, we can always use mixers for the liquor!”
“What if he brings like a coke or something?”
“Coke and rum, dummy. Duh!”
“Dummy? Vita, don't make me hurt you in my kitchen.”
“I'm walking away so I won't be privy to the violence.” Zora says, pulling their mother away and shielding her eyes, making Neoma and Lovita laugh.
Soon, the house and the backyard are full of people, both friends and family, indulging in the good food, music and conversations flowing.
Zora had been pulled in every direction, filling the nosies in on her new man, since their mama likes to spread their business like she's the local newspaper.
“He's a sweet man, and he's fine”, is all she really said, keeping the specifics to herself cause it wasn't anybody's business.
“I'm glad you're not still with that loser. What was his name?” One Neoma’s friends, Sarah, asks, making her stomach sour a little.
“Loser.” She responds, as they both fall into a fit of laughter and high-five each other.
“I know that's right! I can't wait to meet the man that swept your fiery ass up!”
“Aw, come on! I'm not that bad!”
“Nah, you don't take no mess, though! Never have.”
“Hey, nobody should!”
“Right, again!”
The sun was high in the sky, warming the partygoers up. And soon, the liquor came out to warm them up the rest of the way.
“Who's green jeep is that, parked down there?” Zora heard someone say, making her whip her head around to look down the car-littered street, watching Leon step out of the driver's side.
Smiling, she excuses herself and heads his way, damn near jumping in his arms as if she didn't just see him.
“Aw, you missed me?” He asks, wrapping his arms around her and swinging her around a bit, making her erupt in those giggles he loves to hear.
“I did! I might've been counting down the minutes til you got here.” She says, tucking her bottom lip in.
“Damn, he towers over girly!” Sarah says, observing them from the porch.
“A tree to climb.” Neoma notes, pulling her drink back up to her lips.
“I missed you too, baby. As soon as it hit four, I dashed outta there.” He chuckles, moving to get the sodas from his passenger seat, following behind her as she leads them back towards the house.
“Ew, stop staring like yall ain't never seen a man before!” She snapped, and only some turned away as the rest continued to openly gawk.
“Hey y'all,” Leon waves to her mama and sisters, hugs going around.
“It's nice to see you again! I'll take these!” Lovita takes the bags from him, rushing into the house.
“Oh lord, she's about to live her bartender dreams up in my kitchen.” Neoma rolls her eyes, following behind her.
“Those two,” Pamela laughs, turning to Leon. “Are you hungry, son?”
“Starving. I smelled the food when I turned on the street!” He jokes, making them laugh.
“Follow me, sweetheart.” She says, leading them both onto the porch and into the house.
Zora introduces him to everybody, as they make their way through the kitchen, piling their plates high with delicious food, and finding a shady corner in the backyard.
Zora watches Leon eat like it's her favorite show, while she sips on her second rum cocktail.
“Y'all's friends are hilarious, by the way.” He says, wiping his mouth with the napkin she handed him.
“They're the worst, I know. Nique should be on her way soon. I know that's your favorite.”
“She's too funny!”
As if she'd been summoned, Nique rushed over to the couple, kissing both of their cheeks.
“Hey y'all! Look at y'all all cozy in this corner!” She coos, making Leon laugh and Zora playfully roll her eyes.
“What took you so long to get here?”
“Chile, Ron big stupid ass messed up the paperwork I sent to him. So I had to save the day like always,” she rolls her eyes. “I need a drink.”
“Lovita’s playing bartender in there, better go get you sumn!”
“Oooh, see y'all later!” She squeals, rushing up the back steps.
“I think she made mine a lil heavy handed.” Leon snorts, drinking it anyway.
“Yeah, she gets carried away from time to time.” She says, popping a strawberry into her mouth.
“Did you eat already?” He asks, referring to her half empty plate.
“Yeah, this is actually my second plate.” She responds, digging back in.
“You look beautiful, by the way. I like that dress.” He compliments, making her blush.
“Thank you. It's about the color of that pretty jeep of yours.”
“Ain't that a coincidence,” he teases.
As the evening melted into night, the stars were high in the sky, as well as in the couple’s low lids.
Sharing a few dances to the old school jams that continued to play, as well as a few more drinks, Zora was past tipsy and feeling ways she hadn't in a while.
Her left foot kept absentmindedly finding its way up his leg, making him clear his throat and look over at her, catching her wanton gaze.
“If I didn't know any better,” he looks around them, before leaning in to where only she can hear him, “I'd say you were a little hot and bothered.”
“What are you talking about?” She squints, trying and failing at being coy.
“Zora’s had a couple drinks, and now her foot is creeping up my leg. That's what I'm talking about.” He smirks.
“I can scratch the itch you got, if you want me to.”
She huffs in response, but she never drops her gaze from his face.
Inhermission
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1000 Follower Special🥳
Angst
Ive come to the point in my life where i need a stronger word that fuck
Why are we being punished? Just for being born?
I saw what they did to someone just like me, and I’ll be damned if it’s going to happen to me too.
Person A and Person B finding themselves after a natural disaster, among the debris and wreckage, in sad silence, weeping into each other's arms.
Person A is having nightmares or trouble sleeping, and Person B tries to help them rest
Person A discovers Person B has been hiding an injury from them
1 is slowly dying, but tries their best to stay alive for 2's sake
character: You can’t let them find me. You know what they do to people like me!
reader and character battling against each other. Whether it's serious or playful is up to you...
character and reader say goodbye to each other for the last time
Fluff
Person A follows Person B out for a smoke break during work, but Person A doesn't actually smoke. They attempt to smoke a cigarette to impress Person B, but they immediately start coughing uncontrollably and embarrass themselves.
Person B trying their best to be quiet while Person A is taking a nap
Person B tucking the sheets around Person A when they stir during the night
Person A: Do you want to join me in my blanket fort?
Person A and Person B pressing their faces together sleepily, not even kissing, just resting their foreheads together, noses brushing, breathing each other in
Person B: I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you
reader holding character very close, close enough to smell their hair. They whisper into character's ear: 'I don't like your new shampoo
Quote prompts
Prompt 1:
Person 1: You often use humor to deflect trauma
Person 2: Thank you
Person 1: I didn't say that was a good thing
Person 2: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny
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Prompt 2:
Person 1: In light of what you did for me, you can hug me for four to five seconds.
Person 2: FORTY FIVE SECONDS?!?
Person 1: No! Four to five seconds!
Person 2: Too late!!
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YO thank you everyone. I woke up to 1000 of y'all.
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Bipolar Essay PART 5
Ian's short movie (part one) open with a voice over and then the first song that plays, aka the introductory song, is SERAPH.
For me, "It's his last conversation with his God as he sets his wings on fire. In those moments when my world starts splitting, it's a question from me as to why it always has to be like this."
This line really **HIT**.
I have literally (in my online journal entries) written, "[God] Why have you forsaken me?" During one of my more debilitating episodes.
Because, ey yo? WHY does it always have to be like this?
Literally feels like we're a shattered teacup tossed to the floor, and now we can't be put back together ever again and we just have to constantly live with that knowledge that our own glass shards are what's killing us.
And yet...."So hold me this one last time" is the last words Ian chooses to end the conversation he has with his God on, and that KILLS me even MORE.
Because, same.
(Lmao. If y'all aren't religious in any sense of the word, you might just be reading this like 'PSHsht' but bare with me.)
God to me is all that is beautiful in the world. He is
hope.
And so what do you think it feels like to be abandoned by hope itself?
:/
Icarus is a very apt metaphor for someone with BD.
Not a lot of people discuss the Hypersexuality aspect of Bipolar disorder.
To the point that even I -- someone WITH bipolar disorder -- had misconceptions about it.
One thing that I never knew was that the excessive sexual behavior, thoughts (and what not) were compulsive and unwanted. "Seemingly uncontrollable."
I learned this about hypersexuality in a podcast, actually -- where the host (who has BD), and a psychiatrist, discuss bipolar things -- hypersexuality being one of the things they discussed.
The host even stated that he once called / texted his family that he was sick instead of going to a get together because he was so horny that he spent that entire day m@$terbAiTing. Like 20 times in the span of a few hours.
(Which isn't healthy, and def. something the psychiatrist said she would hear and go, "yeah. That's not normal.")
The host stated that sometimes he wasn't even turned on at all. But he still felt the compulsion to follow through on the act. (Y'kno, because its a compulsion.)
I don't think these aspects of hypersexuality get discussed enough. I was fr sitting there listening to that podcast like:
Not that anyone needed or wanted to know this, but I am basically aroace (more ace, less aro, LOL) through and through.
Unfortunately for me, I would suddenly have bouts of hypersexuality during hypomanic and manic episodes which caused me a lot of confusion and self-loathing.
Going from absolutely no sexual thoughts, interests, or desires, to suddenly a plethora of all of those things combined with a compulsion to complete such an act ---made me think of myself as someone disgusting and morally wrong on every account.
It was painful too because it's not like I **wanted** to do any compulsive behavior, or to think, or act on any of that nonsense, because I wasn't INTERESTED in those things. I never was! !!!!
Literally the only way to distract myself from that nonsense was hyperfixating on a tv show, book, music, youtube --anything to distract me.
Now -- you see why, "Hypersexuality" is so much more than, "wants to have a lot of sex" or "being overly promiscuous" 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 🦆
I feel like the statement "Entering an episode isn't easy" is rather redundant, LOL.
But well and truly.
It isn't easy.
What gets me the most is the uncertainty.
I don't know when a new mood cycle is going to hit. For me -- I'm a rapid cycler. Mood switching happens more frequently than I'd like.
My mood journaling makes this fear and uncertainty obvious. I never know if I'll go to sleep and wake up normal, or more "able", or if I'll wake up zapped from all of my humanity.
When I'm hypomanic I can feel on top of the world -- like I've finally fixed my life and from now on I'll do everything right. I'll work out and eat right, and sleep when I'm supposed to, and read regularly, and engage socially --- blah blah blah blah bLAH.
(You get the point.)
Because that energy never stays. I'll "dip" and soon all I'll be able to think about is the agonizing question of how anyone can stay awake longer than 2 hours without needing a nap.
Literally me after 2 hours of being awake:
When I'm in a depressive episode, I go from being someone like "SENKUU" from Dr.Stone, to straight up being Sleepy Ash/Kuro from Servamp.
(My friends have also compared me to Shikamaru.) ....Not that this is anything important 🤪.
For this one, let me expand on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
OCD can be defined as:
"a disorder in which people have recurring, unwanted thoughts, ideas or sensations (obsessions). To get rid of the thoughts, they feel driven to do something repetitively (compulsions). The repetitive behaviors, such as hand washing/cleaning, checking on things, and mental acts like (counting) or other activities, can significantly interfere with a person’s daily activities and social interactions."
Source: https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/obsessive-compulsive-disorder/what-is-obsessive-compulsive-disorder
I bring this up because intrusive thoughts come hand-in-hand with OCD. For Bipolar you can have auditory hallucinations -- like hearing voices, and / or you can have intrusive thought trains that are debilitating.
For me I have mental compulsions.
Often my intrusive thoughts will either be (1) Unwanted sexual thoughts that are disturbing or (2) Blasphemy aka a spiral of intrusive thoughts cursing out God as if its in my own voice
--> These force me to spend hours of my time constantly saying "Shut up" and "Stop" in my head. Doing my best to disrupt or distract myself away from the thoughts. As you can imagine -- that kind of makes it hard to focus on things in everyday life.
I stated this before but sometimes I have to imagine myself fighting my own intrusive thoughts. Though like 0.2 seconds later they start back up and the cycle continues.
This one shouldn't be all that surprising.
Depression can / is one of the constant fears of someone with BP. As it always looms ominously on the horizon like some sh*tty tax collector.
Like tbh -- I'm on antidepressants and mood stabilizers and blah blah blah--- I don't care if the antidepressants are making me hypomanic. I prefer that insanity compared to the depression.
Do you know how much it fvcking SUCKS to have absolutely ZERO energy? To constantly have to nap, but it never makes a difference because like 15 minutes later you'll be just as tired as you were before, if not more?
FR I'm legitimately afraid of who I'll become or what will happen if I get off my antidepressants.
Like....when I say "I don't think I could live" (like that) I mean it. And that terrifies me.
Closing up on this part of the PPT, here's (of course) the link to the short movie that these slides reference:
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PPT Essay: [1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], [7] , [8], [9]
PPT Essay Extras: (1), (2), (3), (4), (5)
Visuals of a Depressive Episode: (1), (2)
Journal Entries: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
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“Empire State of Mind” - Jay Z featuring Alicia Keys
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem – hola, my Dominicanos (Dinero!)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Yeah) (OK)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) (I made you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we're selling rock
Africa Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holler back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade—rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo—I'm from the Empire State, that's
In New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (That boy good) (OK)
Now you're in New York (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse – don't bite the apple, Eve!
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami, took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you're a Ambien
In New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (OK)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (Oh)
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty (Oh)
No place in the world that could compare (Nah)
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)
In New York (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (OK)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
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Release: October 20, 2009
Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever
I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem – hola, my Dominicanos (Dinero!)
Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's
Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th Street, off-white Lexus
Driving so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me
Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping Mai Tais
Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (Ay, aha) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (Yeah) (OK)
Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new (New)
Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) (I made you hot, nigga)
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game
Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though
But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique though
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we're selling rock
Africa Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holler back
For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add
Eight million stories out there in the naked
City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it
Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made"
If Jeezy's paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade
Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley
Labor Day Parade—rest in peace, Bob Marley
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade
Long live the king, yo—I'm from the Empire State, that's
In New York (Ay) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (That boy good) (OK)
Now you're in New York (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is
Lined with casualties who sip the life casually
Then gradually become worse – don't bite the apple, Eve!
Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style
Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out
City of sin is a pity on a whim
Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them
Mami, took a bus trip, now she got her bust out
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route
"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin
And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end
Came here for school, graduated to the high life
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight
MDMA got you feeling like a champion
The city never sleeps, better slip you're a Ambien
In New York (Ay, ow) (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (OK)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
One hand in the air for the big city (Oh)
Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty (Oh)
No place in the world that could compare (Nah)
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on)
"Yeah, yeah" (Come on)
Songwriter:
In New York (Uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do (OK)
Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah)
These streets will make you feel brand-new
Big lights will inspire you (OK)
Let's hear it for New York (Uh)
New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)
Al Shuckburgh / Sylvia Robinson / Alicia Augello-cook / Bert Keyes / Shawn Carter / Jane't Sewell / Angela Hunte
SongFacts:
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i love that y'all have long meta conversations or worldbuilding ones for stuff for 10+ yo games with characters that are totally fine and weren't killed off. sorry, that's besides the point--i love that you guys get really into it. i can't follow the convos mostly, but i love the enthusiasm. means i'll get to read more awesome fic <3
When canon fucks you up, you fuck it harder.
Okay, but in all seriousness, I think the reason why we can have this long meta conversation or world building is because it is about a 10+ year old story and because it's Assassin's Creed.
Based on my experience, new lore dumps can break your will to write a fic that heavily focused on worldbuilding. That happened to me when FEW3H dropped earlier this year and I still can't find the will to continue the long fic I had that was heavy on worldbuilding because of the many new lore dumps it had that contradicted what I had already set up.
But Assassin's Creed...
Or, to be more exact, Ubisoft...
Ubisoft's choices in lore and gameplay make it so easy to just pick apart the lore and go to town with it. It's a common joke here that we all hate Ubisoft but we all say we love them the moment they give us a new trailer only to then hate on them again after we hear or see what other bs they have in store.
I can't easily do that to Monolith Studios or to Falcom or to Fire Emblem in general. But Ubisoft? Hell yeah. (Still bitter about that Prince of Persia 'postponed indefinitely' and also Splinter Cell new game when? Child of Light was good though.)
The fact that I focus heavily on the Desmond Saga and his part of the modern day setting also helps because that part of the lore is done. We have all the information Ubisoft decided to make canon.
That means we can pick it apart.
And if we don't like them?
Well, Desmond's been dead for 10 years already, we haven't really liked a lot of things Ubisoft had done to the franchise even longer than that.
I love Assassin's Creed but I don't like many of the choices Ubisoft made in regards to the story and the gameplay. And it's that contradiction that gives birth to so many fic ideas, headcanons, and metas.
It's less of a fix it and more of a
Even if it's about the current game, I can still screw around with canon because of that mindset when it concerns an Ubisoft Original.
(Also, the multi-universe theory is in play with the calculations. If the canon doesn't suit our need, there must exist a calculation that will, thanks Minerva)
Anyway, what I mean is these kinds of meta and world building will definitely continue.
Hell, with how they're teasing us with having Alamut in Mirage, we might get to see the actual Alamut castle later down the line and it will most probably contradict my idea of Alamut being a bigger version of Masyaf that is heavily influenced by the Alamut castle in the Prince of Persia movie. Will seeing canon Alamut stop me later on? Nah.
I can add an eagle-exclusive aviary on top of a tower in Alamut so they can have eagle partners ala Basim and Enkidu or even put a freaking thermae in Alamut and not even Ubisoft showing us the real Alamut Castle will be able to stop me.
Assassin's Creed says History is Our Playground and I am playing on the sand making my own crap with you guys and throwing wet sands at anything Ubisoft gives us that I don't like.
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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 39″
Need to catch up? Baybee, a lot has been going on! Masterlist HERE.
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"Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son, word to mother, yo
We done seen it all, and been through it all, yo
Let y'all niggas know right now
Word to mother, for real, for real
That shit is the truth, I'm not lyin'
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines
I'm the quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme
P, yeah, you heard of him, but I ain't concerned with them
Nigga, I pop more guns than you holdin' them
Make my route while the sun's out and scold your men
Unload ten in broad daylight, get right…"
Mobb Deep – "Quiet Storm"
Erik had only a couple of hours left before he had to pick up his children. He piddled around his office sipping tea and organizing all of his communication systems, and his computers, He also learned how to properly use his table replication of Wakanda. What he thought was simply a detailed sculpture was actually a piece of high tech that allowed him to use the holograph above it to shift the geography below, changing what he saw. The sculpture was made of a substance that felt like fine-grained sand that melted into various shapes and constructions that he could think of. He spent a good hour playing with it, using the holo computer above it to show him what Wakanda looked like in ancient times. He watched with fascinated wonder how the country transformed itself from a small agricultural mix of farmers, herders, and fishermen with sporadic nomadic traveling to the outskirts of their borders into a powerful dynastic kingdom.
The biggest growth came under the leadership of Queen Shuriyah and Erik became enamored with his ancestor. He loaded up e-books from the royal library onto his portable comm tab to study in-depth his grandmother's reign. There were some recently translated diaries that he wanted to read that was written by a woman servant that worked in the palace for Shuriyah. He wanted to know how his greatest grandmother juggled two husbands and twelve children in one household. How did she balance having two partners and sharing children with them both? If it worked for her and other people in Wakanda, why couldn't he create a new, workable family dynamic?
His kimoyo lit up, a reminder to pick up his kids soon. He looked around the office and stroked his finger on his new favorite toy. Tapping the intercom on his desk, Erik had an idea.
"Tlotliso, can you order up four fat cakes, some fruit, blue juice, and butter cookies from the palace kitchen? I'm bringing my kids here at two," Erik said.
"Yes, Prince N'Jadaka," she said.
Erik spent fifteen minutes watching local news reports. There was a constant reminder that the king would make a special press conference announcement later that evening. He left his inner office.
"I'm going down to see Elder Efetobo," Erik said.
Tlotliso and Mpilo sat huddled together around her desk, creating a spreadsheet schedule for Erik. His docket was full, and he had to gear himself up for his additional responsibilities as part of the Udaku household.
"Do you need me to come with you?" Mpilo asked, eager to join Erik.
"No. Finish coordinating my schedule and I'll be back with my children. Tlotliso, make sure there's nothing small and loose hanging around the desks. My son likes to play with things not nailed down."
Tlotliso stood from her seat and walked over to him with her comm tab. Her long legs gave her a graceful dip in her movement. He had to take a step back from her when she held up her tab. Her body heat seemed way too close to him. Erik didn't mean to look, but the top of her dress was tight around her breasts and he could see braless nipples poking through. She was beyond sexy and knew it.
"I need your codes to allow me access to your public website. Mpilo will begin updating your page in the next hour," she said.
He swiped in his code with his fingerprint, and she lowered her lashes. Her gaze went to his mouth, and he caught the partial sigh that escaped her moist lips. She wasn't subtle at all, but he didn't sense that she was seducing him. It was her nature to be sensual, from the way she moved, spoke, and looked at people.
"I'll be back," he said.
Mpilo's shoulders slumped and his face took on disappointment at not being by Erik's side. Tlotliso typed away on her comm tab, not even fazed by the teenager's sour expression.
"Alright, man, c'mon. You can go with me. Tlotliso—"
"I can handle all the interfacing by myself and plug him in later," she said without looking up from her screen.
Mpilo shook his fists like Riki did when he was thrilled to do something with his father. Outside of the office, Noxolo stood guard.
"Heading to Efetobo's office. I won't need you for that," he said.
Noxolo nodded and resumed her watch. Mpilo moved his legs quickly to match Erik's strides. The ride down the elevator to the Council floor was speedy, and they walked into a busy hallway filled with pages, office assistants, and elite guards. All eyes became glued to him as his presence stirred up quite a buzz of excitement and curiosity. A few people even stuck their heads out of office doorways to see him walk past.
Erik glanced at a directory, then made his way to an office facing south. An elite guard at the entrance nodded at him and they walked into an aromatic-smelling reception room that went back in time with the décor and energy. A young man sat in front of a desk and stood the moment he saw Erik's face.
"Prince N'Jadaka, we were not expecting you," the assistant said with a flustered squeak.
"I did not have an appointment. Is Council Elder Efetobo in? I would like to speak with her in private," Erik said in a forceful, formal tone.
One thing he wanted the Wakandans to know was that he would show up at any time.
"Excuse me, Your Highness. I will let Elder Efetobo know you are here."
The lanky young man rushed away from his desk and into a back office. Mpilo grinned.
"Everyone certainly moves like the wind for you, Prince N'Jadaka."
"I make them nervous because of my past reputation."
"I still get a little nervous," Mpilo admitted, "But your bark is much worse than your bite."
"It is still early," Erik teased.
"Prince N'Jadaka, this way please," the assistant said, extending his arm toward another door.
Erik sauntered into an opulent room filled with antiques, plush rugs, and expensive period artwork on the walls. Unlike his own office, Efetobo sat on a low comfortable stool with a matching low round table that had a tea set on it. Nothing in the room was set up like a modern office at all. He stepped into a Wakanda of the past, and Efetobo channeled the spirit of a holy medicine woman ready to counsel a worried tribesman. Next to her on another low stool was Elder Zinzi with a handle-less glazed blackstone teacup in her hand. Both women lowered their heads to him.
"Please, have a seat, Prince N'Jadaka," Efetobo said, gesturing toward the stool next to her.
She offered him tea, and he accepted. He pointed to a corner for Mpilo to stand in, to be kept out of the way. Efetobo rolled up the long wide sleeves of her heavily brocaded dress to her elbows and lifted the lid to an ancient purple clay teapot. The scent of wild berries and herbs tickled Erik's nose. Instead of pouring the tea from the pot directly, she lifted a small wooden ladle and gently filled a teacup for him with it. She offered it to him with both hands and he accepted it from her. Blowing over it to cool the steam, he took a deep sip and smiled.
"Good," he said.
"Made from fruit and plants in my home garden. A special blend from my great-grandfather's recipe," Efetobo said.
Erik glanced over at Zinzi, and there was a sparkle in her eye for him.
"I came here to speak with you openly about the Phuri," Erik said.
Efetobo's eyes darted over to Zinzi, and the other elder shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Erik tapped his kimoyo and pulled up the image of the tattoo on Chuma Inam's body that he quickly snapped while they were in the war hall.
Zinzi glanced at Mpilo, and the boy had the good sense to keep his eyes on the wall and not their huddled circle.
"Mpilo, you hear nothing and see nothing," Erik commanded.
"Yes, Your Highness," Mpilo said.
"Tell me about these people. You are the oldest member of the council and I can tell by your eyes that your memory and knowledge is long and wide," Erik said.
He placed his hands in a cupped manner and held them up to her. It was a sign of respect and deference for her status, despite him being a prince. Efetobo added more dried berries and herbs to the teapot and poured hot water from another stone container over it. Using the ladle, she stirred the contents before gazing at him with troubled eyes.
"They are not the Wolf Tribe. King T'Challa misspoke, but I did not want to correct him in front of everyone. There may have been spies among us there. It is better for them to think we are confused about who they are. Do you trust that child to be here with us?" Efetobo said.
"I trust him. He speaks anything without my permission and he is a dead child," Erik said.
Mpilo glanced over at him, and Erik tilted his head. His intern looked away with spooked eyes.
"Le ndoda ayidlali," Zinzi said.
"You are right, Elder Zinzi. I do not play when it comes to information I need," Erik said.
He enlarged the floating image and placed it above the table. Efetobo regarded the tattoo and folded her hands across her lap.
"The word Phuri has several meanings to ancient Wakandans. My grandfather was a famous historian. He wrote six volumes on the history of the five tribes. There were various clans within the tribes, but the dominant ones made the pact with the Panther tribe. You know what the Jabari did, but there was a small tribal group known as the Phuri. Their ancient totem was the hyena because it symbolized how they acted as a group," Efetobo said.
"Fiercely matriarchal, and tightly-knitted clans made those people bold and highly intelligent," Zinzi added. "Hyenas are not part of the canine family. They are related to the mongoose."
Efetobo nodded her head. "The ancient ones in Canaan, our neighbors to the west, said that the hyena was the one who brought warmth from the sun to the other animals. Some say witches used the animal to ride on and make mischief. We knew them as the clever ones. The hunters who were braver and stronger than a lion."
She pointed to the glowing tattoo on the dead man's skin.
"There was once a Golden Wolf Tribe, but infighting and wars cut down their numbers and the Phuri absorbed them. People today and back then confused the Wolf Tribe with the Hyena clans, just as they confused the hyena as being a dog. The word Phuri means secret in the old mother tongue of the ancients. That lineage was known as the Secret Ones from Lake Kivu, beyond the Warrior Falls. They were against the Udakus from the beginning of our recorded history. We banished them once they became brutal and launched attacks against various tribes trying to enforce their will on the rest of us. Over the centuries, they became a ghost clan, forgotten people… a mere myth we told our children to scare them from wandering into the forests alone. The ghost clan became a secret cult, vowing to return everyone to the ways of the mother. No monarchy. No more Udakus."
"Secret, huh?" Erik said.
"Anytime you see this animal symbol, Prince N'Jadaka, beware. It marks your death," Efetobo said.
"How can I find them? I don't have time to read a bunch of history books, Elder Efetobo, and T'Challa does not want me directly involved with hunting them down."
"I know where you can look," Mpilo said.
All three grown adults turned to look at the interruptive teenager. Mpilo held his head down but faced their direction.
"This child does not follow instructions," Zinzi said before chuckling with Efetobo.
"Come here," Erik said.
Mpilo came to his side and pointed to the tattoo.
"I know where that design comes from. There is an artist in old town who made that style popular. All the young people in my neighborhood love his work. My brother had a small rhino tattoo put on his bicep that looks like that style and color. No one else draws like that except for him," Mpilo said.
Erik held his hands cupped for Efetobo and Zinzi.
"Thank you for your time, Elders," Erik said.
He stood.
"Prince N'Jadaka, you must be very careful and move with cunning," Efetobo said.
Zinzi stood up and placed a hand on his arm.
"You should have Mpilo give the location of the tattoo parlor to King T'Challa and let him look for clues," Zinzi said, "You do not know the country well, and as Efetobo said, there may be spies all over from that cult lying in wait. Do not offer your body for easy killing."
"I have Mpilo, and I can cover up and blend in while keeping my mouth shut. I would rather check the place for myself first before I tell T'Challa."
"Too dangerous," Efetobo said.
"I promise, a casual once over, and then I'll pass the info on to the king."
"Can you not do both?" Mpilo asked.
"Can you mind your mouth when grown folks are talking?" Erik quipped.
"But I gave you a lead."
Mpilo jammed his lips together when Erik glared at him.
"I take my leave," Erik said. He left the room with Mpilo on his heels.
"I am sorry, Prince N'Jadaka. I will mind my mouth from now on."
Erik turned to him.
"I appreciate the information, Mpilo. But with Council Elders, you must only speak when spoken to. Plus, I would've rather had you tell me this when we were alone to keep the king out of it. As of now, they'll probably snitch to T'Challa and he'll go in there all gangbusters to reassure the public and scare off more leads. I have to move covertly for this."
"Sorry."
"I know you meant to be helpful, but I really need you to follow my lead and not blurt out stuff. We need to keep this close to the vest."
"Close to the vest?"
"Kept to ourselves."
Erik glanced at his kimoyo.
"Let's go get my kids."
They marched past offices and more stares.
"Oh, shit," Erik mumbled.
Up ahead, and walking with hard determination in their direction, was Nakia. She paused twenty feet in front of him. There was no avoiding her once she noticed his purposeful strides. Her fists clenched, and she raised her head higher before approaching him with caution.
"Prince N'Jadaka," she said with a voice that sounded like she wanted to spit in his face.
"Nakia. No sense in using phony pleasantries. You're back, huh?"
"Here to help my king."
"I'll get out of your way then," he said.
Erik stepped to the side, but she placed herself back in front of him.
"I wish you were still dead," she said.
He grinned with a sardonic twist to his lips.
"I'm sure you're not alone with that sentiment."
"Now that you are back, I hope we shall never have to cross paths in a negative way because I will kill you. With or without T'Challa's permission."
Two elite guards stepped toward them. Nakia's body language projected the potential for violence.
"I don't have time to indulge in this little chat. I have three children waiting for me. Two of which are heirs to the throne. Unless you want to get arrested, I suggest you fall back."
"Tuh," she uttered under her breath.
She noticed the guards getting antsy.
"You think that because you returned to the bosom of your grandparents' and your children's lives that we are all supposed to forget what you did to us? Bygones are bygones? Watch your back, Prince N'Jadaka," she warned.
"Watch yours," he said, stomping past her.
Mpilo jogged to keep up with him.
"That was not pleasant," Mpilo said.
"I don't have time to worry about an old enemy's feelings about getting her ass kicked by me."
Mpilo looked stressed, but Erik kept moving.
"What do you all think?"
Erik stood behind his children as they took in his reception area. Sydette walked around the perimeter with her hands behind her back. Riki had already discovered Tlotliso's desk and took delight in touching the personal assistant's embedded vid screen. Joba stayed by his side and looked around with curious eyes.
"I like it," Sydette finally said, showing him a dimpled smile.
Tlotliso and Mpilo stood to the side of the hallway entrance and waited to be introduced.
"This is Lady Sydette, Princess Joba, and Prince Riki," Erik said.
"Hello," Tlotliso said.
"How are you?" Mpilo asked.
Joba tugged on Erik's arm.
"Daddy, I'm hungry," Joba said.
"Let's eat," Erik said, ushering the little ones to the commons room where Tlotliso had set up their after-school snack.
Fat cakes were always a hit with his kids, and they sat around the oval table smacking their lips with the stuffed sandwiches, and Erik listened to them talk about their school lessons. Riki was extra hyper, and not being able to play outdoors with other children made him fidget in his seat. Erik told them about all the tasks he had to do earlier that day, and then he took them into his office. Their only interest after that was the tabletop version of Wakanda and they spent the rest of their time there playing with the ability to change how the country looked. He gave them time by themselves to play with the landscape as he checked in with his small staff. Mpilo was full of cheesy grins.
"You are an excellent father, Prince N'Jadaka. My Baba would've left me by myself the moment I walked into the room. But you talk with them for a long time. They have so many questions. Your patience is admirable," Mpilo said.
"I missed out on so much of their lives. Every second with them is special to me," he said.
Tlotliso held up her comm tab.
"You are all set to use your office system in every room," she said.
"Thanks for handling all that," Erik said.
Her gaze lingered on him a little too long.
"Is your desk okay?" he asked, directing her attention to something else besides his face.
She grinned.
"Prince Riki was a little gentleman. He asked to touch things before picking them up."
Erik smiled. His son dashed into the room and jumped into his arms.
"Your office is cool, Baba! Can we swim in your pool?"
"I don't have a pool… oh, the bathtub. We don't have swimsuits."
Riki frowned.
"We can swim naked like we do back home," Riki said.
"Another time," Erik said.
Riki jumped down from his grasp and ran back into his office to play with the girls again.
"You have well-behaved children. They love you very much," Tlotliso said.
"They are a blessing."
"Do you want more children one day?"
Erik exhaled and thought about the question. He hadn't considered that at all since waking up.
"Yeah, I do want more—"
"Baba, we wahn see Joba's garden now. Can we leave?" Sydette said.
Her siblings followed behind her, and three sets of little eyes willed him to take them away.
"I'm done for the day. Take messages, schedule me for light duty tomorrow, and you and Mpilo can bounce in the next hour."
"As you wish, Your Highness," Tlotliso said.
Tlotliso stayed focused on him and Erik grabbed Sydette and Joba's hands. He knelt down so Riki could climb onto his back. Mpilo darted out from the inner hall.
"Prince N'Jadaka, the shop?" Mpilo said.
"Later," Erik said.
Mpilo covered his mouth with one hand after realizing he was saying too much in mixed company again.
He walked out with his children and headed for their evening garden check-up.
"Prince N'Jadaka."
Tlotliso stood in his doorway. He turned toward her with his kids all around him.
"It has been a great honor to open this office with you. I hope I can please you in the future," she said.
The words sounded innocent. Her eyes were another story all together. It wasn't flirting. He was the king at spotting that with women. Tlotliso was different. There was nothing overtly heavy-handed, even if the wording was suggestive. She was an attractive woman, and he wasn't about to become the cliché boss that lusted after his assistant. He just couldn't get a good take on her. Efficient, quiet, and productive without supervision, the woman checked off all the good boxes for staff. Erik knew how to conduct himself professionally, but she gave off vibes that she wanted something. Nothing sexual… but something. Prestige? Advancement? She yearned for something. His gut told him so. His daughter Joba didn't act strange, but she hadn't been around the woman long enough to ring any alarms for her father.
"A'ight cool. See you tomorrow," he said.
He herded his brood to the elevator. He'd have dinner with them, see them off to bed, and then head out to the tattoo parlor before T'Challa interfered.
Joba like to see her fairy garden lights come on before it got dark and it allowed the children to stretch their legs outside in cool air with him. He enjoyed the moments with his children when it was just the four of them exploring the royal garden. They talked together and admired the pretty lights all around Joba's growing creation. Her fairy garden was nearing a quarter of an acre, and she had barely used up the space with her designs. They all played with the ceramic figurines and listened to the call of garden birds bedding down for the evening. A thrilling game of sardines commenced, and Erik ran around searching for his children, hiding from him. Riki ruined their secret hiding spot when he couldn't stop giggling whenever Erik walked past a berry bush. Sydette jumped from behind the plant and put her hands on her hips.
"I want to play regular Hide and Seek, Baba! Riki makes it hard to hide together," Sydette complained.
Peals of laughter spilled out of Riki. The boy couldn't help himself. Keeping quiet and hidden was too difficult a task for an extroverted prince.
"One more game, and this time, you all have to hide separately," Erik said.
His daughters cheered and ran off to hide when he turned his back on them. Riki slipped his hand inside his.
"Mi find them with you, Baba," Riki said.
"Okay."
He wandered around the royal garden, holding Riki's hand as they searched for his siblings. His kimoyo lit up. Erik tapped a bead and a picture of a building popped up. Mpilo left a brief text message. Riki gave a loud sigh.
"Baba, you're always working. We're 'spose to have our time with you now," Riki grumbled.
A chill ran up Erik's back. He looked down at his son and saw himself… even heard himself from the boy's mouth. Those same exact words were used by him when he was five and he complained to his Baba N'Jobu about being focused on other things, except for Erik when he was home. He stared at his own miniature doppelgänger and squeezed his son's hand. For months, he worried that his children would have a hard time truly bonding with him. He was a strange giant man thrust into their lives. However, his fears were unfounded. Yani and Disa made sure their children knew who he was daily from the time of their birth. They played videos, looked at pictures all the time, prayed for his soul at night, and the transition into being a flesh and blood father was seamless. Riki, Joba, and Sydette's love was unconditional and forgiving of his absence. They gave him love with their whole hearts and only asked that he be with them as much as possible.
"I apologize, Lil Man. You right. Baba is supposed to be here with you."
"Gwine now," Riki said, waving his other hand at Erik's kimoyo, "finish your business. Mi wait."
Riki sucked his teeth, and Erik lifted him in the air and swung him around.
"I'm here for you, boy!" Erik shouted.
Riki giggled and threw his head back as Erik began tickling him. They found Sydette and Joba behind two intertwined trees that looked like giant emerald lucky bamboo plants from China. The girls had stuffed themselves inside the hollow parts of the bark.
"Time to get ready for dinner," Erik said.
"No, let's stay out here longer!" Sydette said.
She grabbed his fingers and pulled him back toward the interior of the garden.
"Tomorrow we'll be back," Erik said.
Joba rode his back on the way to the palace, and Sydette hugged his waist from behind and walked with her face pressed into his lower back. Riki skipped in front of him, stopping occasionally to stick his nose in a flower or pick up a bug. Erik wanted more days with them like that. They were all quiet, heading back. Only the sound of cicadas in the trees serenaded their slow, meandering stroll.
Their Doras met them at the palace entry from the garden. A young man with suggestive almond-shaped eyes and a friendly smile stood with them, wearing a crisp green palace uniform of drop-crotch pants and a gauzy tunic. He held a serving tray with three glasses of soft drinks and one smaller glass filled with plum liquor.
"Prince N'Jadaka, I am Ramatla… Remy… Lady Galiber sent me to retrieve the children," Remy said.
"Who are you exactly?" Erik asked.
Remy lowered the tray, and the children took their refreshing drinks and sipped. Erik lifted the liquor and kept his eyes on the server.
"I am the new nanny, Your Highness," Remy said. "Lady Galiber sent me down so that you could meet me and I could take the children to give you time to prepare for dinner and rest a bit."
"Nanny?"
"Yes. I was hired a few days ago."
"He's good, Baba," Sydette said.
"What happened to the other nanny?" Erik asked.
"I do not know," Remy said.
Riki held up his hand, and Remy gave him a high five. Erik looked him over. He was almost as tall as Erik, well-built, with smooth caramel skin and full lips. Not as full as Erik's, but he knew women probably went crazy for Remy's looks. He drank his liquor and side-eyed the nanny. There were too many new people around the palace. How he missed the new nanny was something he would talk to Yani and Disa about. He wanted a say in who was around his kids.
"I'll take them up myself," Erik said.
Remy lowered his head and stepped aside to let Erik walk through with the children.
Erik took his time dressing and watched the news on his bedroom vid screen. T'Challa addressed the nation and revealed the name of the bomber. The king was calm and impressed the prince with his open candor. The speech lasted ten minutes and T'Challa stepped away from the podium to allow the head of his nation's security team to speak to their citizens about giving tips on anything they found suspicious where they were.
During dinner, Erik stewed in his seat, ready to raise his issues with new staff hires, but he waited until they dismissed his babies with Twyla. It surprised him when there was no mention of Nakia, but he figured T'Challa learned of his encounter with her. When the family settled into discussing T'Challa's speech, Erik cleared his throat.
"I appreciate everyone helping me ease back into life here, but I want to make it known from here on out that I want to be a part of any new hires. From my office to my children. It makes me uncomfortable seeing people around me that I had no say in picking."
Ramonda glanced at Umama and then T'Challa.
"Everyone has been thoroughly vetted, so you do not have to have concerns," T'Challa said.
"That's not the point. People are being thrust onto me and in my personal spaces."
T'Challa sipped a glass of wine.
"Your concerns are noted. I will make sure you are part of the vetting process in the future."
"Thank you."
Erik cast a look over at Yani.
"I told you we were getting a new nanny last month," Yani said.
Her eyes became surly, and she puckered her lips at being accused of ambushing him.
"What happened to the other one?" he asked.
"She took leave for two months to have surgery on her leg," Disa said.
Erik regarded Disa, and she studied him right back.
"I couldn't be brought in to help choose?"
"You were busy with Shuri in the lab. We didn't think it would be a big deal for the short time. You never paid attention to the old one, anyway," Disa said.
"He's only grumblin' now because Remy is a man," Yani teased.
Ramonda and Umama chuckled.
"N'Jadaka, do you not like your new staff? We can change them if that would please you. We are doing our best to make life less stressful for you," Ramonda said.
Umama broke a piece of her dessert crust and tasted it. Her fingers smoothed the tablecloth near her plate. He didn't want to upset her with his foul mood about the situation.
"I don't want to be left out on important things… that's all," he said, glancing between Yani and Disa.
"I will remind you a few times if anything like this comes up again for the household," Yani said.
The family moved into a pleasant tearoom for coffee and after dinner mingling. Baba Z and T'Challa conversed on royal duties to the country, and the women, all except Shuri, talked about the new nanny and the children possibly returning to school the following week.
"I bet you are ready to get back to the probe like I am," Shuri said.
His younger cousin slid up to him, holding a small coffee cup and a thin, sweet biscuit.
"I am. How are Fury and the others?" Erik asked.
"T'Challa has them on a short lease. For Fury, this is a vacation. The two colonizers, not so much."
"They don't enjoy being subordinates. Taking a backseat is killing them."
"T'Challa is meeting with them tomorrow. Can you come to work with me in the morning? We can be by ourselves until my brother brings them over."
"I can do that," Erik said.
Shuri moved him closer to a card table that held the coffee and biscuit sweets on the side.
"I heard you ran into Nakia," Shuri whispered.
"Yeah. She's not pleased to have me here. Threatened to kill me if I acted up."
"Did she?" Shuri's eyes widened, and she covered her mouth. "I didn't think she would come at you like that so soon."
"How is your brother handling her return?"
"He is trying to be professional, but there is so much history between them. N'Jadaka, please do not antagonize Nakia."
"I'm not even thinking about that woman. I got more important things to deal with."
Disa approached him.
"Thanks for hanging on to Ogum for me. It was hella cool to get him back. He's right on my desk," Erik said.
Erik rubbed the side of her arm and she grinned with satisfaction. Yani came over and he made room for her as Shuri left his side to speak to her mother.
"I'm happy he is back in your hands. May he guide you well, Your Highness," Disa said, doing an over-exaggerated bow.
"Girl, stop," he said.
He looked at Yani.
"Listen, I didn't mean to sound snappy at dinner. I was caught off guard with ole boy. Sometimes I do ignore the domestic stuff and I probably forgot you all telling me about the switch."
He touched Yani's cheek, then stroked her dangling hoop earring.
"You were great today. I meant what I said in my message," he said.
Yani nodded and lingered closer to him.
"It was a sweet surprise," she said.
"Have you met his new personal assistant yet?" Disa asked.
Yani shook her head.
"I haven't had time to go over to that side of the palace yet. I've been so busy."
"She is a definite character," Disa said. She smirked at Erik.
"Why you say that?'" Erik asked.
Disa turned to Yani.
"Cool as a cucumber. She acted like she didn't want to let me in at first. Acting like an office wife already. Check her out when you can," Disa said.
Yani looked at Erik, then put a hand on her hip.
"Look at his face. She must be pretty because his lips are bunching up," Yani said.
"She's gorgeous," Disa said.
Yani folded her arms across her chest.
"Oh, so we can't have man candy to look at, but you get to enjoy a pretty woman?"
"Always a double standard," Disa quipped.
"I didn't pick her. Ramonda did," Erik said.
"He has us there, Yani. We chose Remy ourselves."
Erik tilted his head and thrust it toward Yani.
"Now there," Erik said.
Yani placed her hand in front of his face.
"Whatever, man. Point is, he's only here temporarily, and he's good at his job."
Erik made fun of her sing-song voice. "He's good at his job…"
"Stop teasing me!" Yani screeched, slapping his arm.
His kimoyo lit up.
"I'm going to bed early. Long day. Have your mutual man candy drop the kids off at my office after their lessons," he said.
He turned to the rest of the family.
"Night," he said, giving a wave.
"Aw! I wanted you to be my partner for the card game we're going to play. I'll be stuck with Baba Z if you go now," Shuri groaned. She sat at the card table shuffling a deck.
"Sorry," he said.
Yani and Disa looked at him with soft eyes. He so wanted to kiss them both goodbye. It felt like the most natural thing to do with the both of them. Erik turned away and felt their stares on his back. He didn't enjoy holding in his affection from both of them whenever they were all together. The urge to smother them with kisses with his arms around them both was hard to keep inside. He needed to do a better job of communicating with them both about the kids. They had great schedules for sharing parental responsibilities, but the little details he needed to work on paying attention to. It still bothered him with the new nanny. Being a man had a lot to do with it. There was something about a man being around his family intimately, most of which were women and girls, that unsettled him. Something about the way he looked bugged the hell out of him, too.
He was too good-looking. Maybe Yani and Disa chose him on purpose to poke at Erik. Having some man candy around probably delighted the rest of the staff, too. He grit his teeth. Remy probably felt like he was living it up with two fine women bosses. Erik groaned. What he would give to crawl into Yani or Disa's bed just to be coddled at the end of a grueling day. A nigga had needs. Bad. Not just for sex. He missed the intimacy he had with them both. If he had his way, they'd both be waiting for him in his bed and he'd just lay there. Between them. Yani could stroke his scalp and Disa could rub on his shoulders.
Settling into his quarters, Erik quickly changed into darker clothing and wrapped a scarf around his face in the street style of the younger Wakandan crowd. He slipped out of his home. His evening Dora greeted him.
"Heading to my office to do some work. I'll be back later," he said.
The night shift Dora took in his appearance, and he ignored her curious stare. Erik took assured steps as if he were staying in the palace for the night. He crossed over the palace bridge and once he stepped into the West Palace, he made stealth moves out of a staff door that led him down steps into a corridor. Waiting for other staff who didn't reside in the palace to leave, he blended in with a group headed out of the grounds.
Free from the protective walls, Erik waited for Mpilo to show up. His intern was right on time with a modified hover bike and eye goggles. T'Challa finally lifted restrictions on their use.
"Hop on," Mpilo said.
Erik climbed onto the back of it, and it was like riding his old motorcycle. He gripped Mpilo's waist, but there was no need to. The bike had gravity belts that held him in place. They floated above the standard land vehicles and Mpilo eased their flying vehicle into a comfortable speed.
"Old Town is close to here. It gets lively and will be busy tonight because people are free to move around without curfew."
Mpilo zipped past other bikes and carefully lowered them to a parking structure. They hopped off the bike and Erik followed the youngster into a well-lit area that still had the red clay earth of the ancient Wakandan city beneath their feet. Unlike most of Wakanda that was designed for modern times, they preserved Old Town Zana to keep the antiquated past alive. Shops, clubs, eateries, and bars lined up the streets as a busy subway system traveled above them and around the entire area. An old-time trolley rumbled on the ground, fueled with vibranium. The word "Old" may have been in the area's name, but the inhabitants, vendors, and club-goers were all youthful and out for a good time despite the attack fears.
"It is around this way," Mpilo said.
Erik chose well with his clothing. He didn't stand out at all.
"There," Mpilo said.
The tattoo parlor his intern shared a picture of earlier was a popular spot. They walked inside and pretended to look over sketches all over the walls. Erik kept silent and allowed Mpilo to do all the talking when needed.
"See?" Mpilo whispered, pointing to several tattoo designs that matched the style of the Phuri hyena symbol. There were no hyenas on the wall, though. Just an elephant, a rhino, a lion, and a bird with its long neck bent backward and its wings taking off in flight.
"That's him," Mpilo said.
There were three working tattoo artists in the shop. The one Erik wanted to see inked a young woman's naked back. Nearly done with his customer, the bulky artist colored in a small yellow sun on a honey-brown shoulder.
"I'll be with you in a minute," the man said.
Erik took a seat next to Mpilo and waited. Twenty minutes dragged out until the artist approached them.
"What can I help you with? Do you need to look at some of our catalogs for ideas?"
"I like the rhino and elephant tattoos. The blue ones over there," Mpilo said.
"Everyone likes those. I made them myself."
"I am Tazi. This is my brother. He dared me to get one."
Erik shrugged and pretended to watch another artist work on a client.
"I am Langa. One should think wisely about getting marked. A dare is not a good reason to ink yourself, young brother."
"I like how they look. Especially the ones you made over there."
"I think you should contemplate long and hard about getting one. I shall be here when you are serious," Langa said.
Mpilo looked at Erik with panic in his eyes.
"I really want to get one. I like animals and the rhino is my favorite."
"Mine too," Langa said.
"What made you come up with that style?" Mpilo pressed.
Langa glanced over at the artwork. There were no other customers who needed his attention.
"I learned it from an old man. No one does that technique anymore. I was lucky to meet him a couple of years ago before he retired to the edge of the Border lands. He may be dead now. He did not look well when he passed down his skill to me."
"Well, at least he taught you how to preserve the beauty of his art."
"That is true."
"What was his name?" Mpilo asked.
Erik held his breath. There was nothing he could do because with one word out of his mouth, everyone there would know he wasn't from there. Mpilo only knew how to be direct. The skills of teasing out information without suspicion were Erik's forte.
"You are asking a lot of questions," Langa said.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he leaned over the counter, watching the two of them carefully.
"You said that tattoos are a serious undertaking. If I am to have one with meaning to me, I want to know the history of the artistry behind it."
Langa considered this.
"He called himself Ozipho. That is all he told me. Grouchy man. Gifted, but very grouchy. He lived in a smelly little hut near a shake club. All I did was to pay him with liquor at that club so he could look at naked women, and he showed me how to make good money with his art."
Langa laughed at the memory.
Erik lifted himself from the seat and pretended to answer a kimoyo call outside. Mpilo joined him a moment later.
"Was that good?" Mpilo asked.
"Not too bad for a beginner."
"He was so suspicious."
"I would be too if strangers walked in chatting me up about something so specific."
Erik looked around.
"Let me borrow your hover bike," Erik said.
"Why? I can drive you anywhere."
"I have to travel far, and it's not for you to be involved with at this point."
"This is national security. I am helping you solve a serious crime."
"You are a kid. I got this," Erik insisted.
"You do not know the country. I have been to the Border lands many times with my family. Let me help you find this Ozipho man. It will look strange to have you wandering around there alone. We can pretend to be father and son on vacation. Less suspicious."
"Doesn't your family need you to be home now?"
"They will think I am doing extra work in the palace late. Nothing to worry about."
A guide would be better than him relying on his kimoyo and lurking in the dark shadows like an obvious creep or mark. A street vendor walked by. Erik grabbed a colorful scarf and paid for it with his kimoyo.
"We should at least look alike with our fits," Erik said.
"Yes!" Mpilo said.
"I'm driving the hoverbike there," Erik said.
"Whatever you say, Baba!" Mpilo said, then he started laughing, making Erik grin at his high-pitched cackles.
Mpilo draped the scarf around his face, and even with his mouth and nose covered, the excitement in the boy's eyes showed a readiness for adventure.
"Let's go," Erik said, leading the way back to the hoverbike.
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Everything after that is irrelevant noise. Your opinions included. Yo, chucklefucks. TPTB doesn't have to care about the opinion of people who hate their show anyway, and they're definitely not going to pander to the people that openly hate their show.
If, perhaps, this feels like the walls closing in, maybe you should have thought about it and how you treated real people, much less how you treated the content.
But one thing TPTB is absolutely not going to do is appeal to a bunch of Show Antis that built themselves a little social hierarchy club in a convention space. Even if they have Real Powerful Fandom Friends. That shit doesn't help their profit margin. That shit doesn't help their franchise. That shit just doesn't do anything for anyone.
But after a decade of this, a literal decade, and escalations that attack their friends and family, or in the very least shit on them online 24-7, they're sitting here making confused ape noises picking their noses asking why they aren't being pandered to WHILE pretending they still have control of the conversation.
Narcissism run amok in consumers forgetting they're consumers watching the environment their false hierarchy was built in, in consumer space, go through a trash compactor to get rid of them so the new kids can have space without toxic fuckbags dragging the series.
You guys don't even pay out anymore. Most of you are Jared stans, though that's not exclusive; his M&Gs have been base for a year running and not selling out. Last J2 greet sold for less than Jensen solo. Misha's 30 is even decaying while people prioritize the 45. The only one selling REMOTELY close to how they always have is Jensen because he's relevant in All The Things And All The Interest Groups. Meanwhile meg donnelly is a huge star in the current demo and they need to let their franchise breathe, without a bunch of toxic leeches attached for the ride.
Just. Genuinely fucking hysterical they're still trying to console themselves they're being pandered to at all, whereas some of us know for a god given fact straight from Jackles what this is all for and always has been, but maybe they can push their propaganda of warped questions a few more times here at the end to feel like their fashy entitled asses are being pet and told they're still In Power or whatever.
Y'all motherfuckers have been fanning the door yelling, "I'LL LEAVE IF YOU DON'T LISTEN TO ME, REALLY, I WILL!" for a decade, and still haven't left, and they're aware as fuck about that, because now even trying to get rid of you and inviting you to hate watch, you're still missing the goddamn memo. Fucking leave already. It's been 10 years.
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Even those of you not Jared stans or wincels that sold your identity into the convention circuit group identity of socialite garbage, many of which are tripling down themselves to match as a unit to match the wincels, have shit to look at. The line between bitter and anti is irrelevant in TPTB's mind, yall both toxic to the franchise, bye. They're making space for people that actually like the modern show, and aren't just there for themselves and their own attention or access.
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Fic ideas for Jake (Sweetbitter) x You that i've been kicking around, but probably won't ever write:
You were a barista at a coffee shop that Jake frequented, at the start of the fic he hasn't seen you in awhile (he wasn't actually keeping track, but he remembers faces) and then one day you're at the restaurant
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“Coffee shop girl?”
“.... Large black Americano, 2 pumps vanilla?”
“You remember.” (that dumb smirk of his)
“Yeah, you have your regulars, I have mine.”
“Sure, but what are you doing here? Doesn’t exactly seem your type of place.”
“Excuse me?”
“C’mon, you’re some bright-eyed early bird barista. Shouldn’t you be gettin to bed soon?”
“So you’re mistaking my customer service persona for actually knowing me? Hmm… interesting.”
— “Oh, Jake, I see you’ve met the new line cook. She’s going to start fielding the expanded dessert menu until we can get a pastry chef hired.”
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In an effort to be as big of an asshole as you perceive him to be, you keep referring to him as Statefarm (Like Jake, from Statefarm)... this may or may not catch on to others at the restaurant. And you give him shit about being from Cape Cod all the time (personally, I'm from St Louis, which seems like naive midwest shit, but statistically is a tougher area than ThE cApE so I enjoying the idea of making fun of him for it)
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it's clearly antagonistic to start (a little Beatrice and Benedick going on) though y'all slowly start to become kinda friends and then probably more than that
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"Yo, Statefarm, I need some Grandma."
"Drinkin on the job, coffee girl?"
"I got a tableside Flambé, so make with the booze, barboy."
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Making homey food for family meals since you're the FNG and put in charge of the bitch work, especially when you're pulling double duty making prepping desserts for dinner service...
And making a particularly good looking/tasting dish, enough to even momentarily impress Jake and giving him a shit eating grin and a snooty "That's why I'm here, asshole."
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At one point Jake catching you in the walk-in, visibly upset
“What happened?”
“Nothin. Go back to the bar.”
*blocks exit from walk-in* “What. Happened?”
“I said nothin! … *insert some name* was just being stupid and it got to me alright?”
“What did he say to you?”
*something about fucking a manager but not being pretty enough to be FoH and being given a spot in the kitchen*
Jake’s jaw clenches and he turns on a heel without another word, storming out of the walk-in in search of the offending person
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I had a separate silly thought of you having to use the kitchen-supplied knives because you haven't been able to afford your own knife set yet and maybe catching a little (mostly jovial) flack for it, and maybe he gets one decent one for you or some shit haha
"Look, I saw it on sale while I was ordering some other stuff, so I thought I'd pick it up for ya. Maybe now you can stop bothering everyone else for theirs."
"Jake, I... thank you. How can I repay you?"
"Well, for starters, you can try this new cocktail I've been working on..." *pops open the bottle that came in the package*
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“Wow, did you take these photos? They’re gorgeous! And is that… the hostess? Oh wow, she’s beautiful, all of these are so beautiful. But there’s something about them that feels so.. I mean I’m no art critic but… Nevermind, you don’t wanna hear it.”
“No, go on. Tell me.”
“Well, just… everything looks… out of touch. Disconnected. There’s a beautiful woman in your bed and you’re miles away. Guess life is easier through a camera lens… Sorry, I talk too much. Project too much too probably.”
“You’re right… You do talk too much.”
*rolling your eyes* “Shut up and make me a drink, Statefarm.”
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Getting tipsy with Jake, he reminds you about your vlog for the folks back home and you decide to make one at his place, he’s just tipsy enough he’ll make an appearance, there’s some banter, later after posting someone you know comments “so when y’all gonna kiss?” and Jake decides to tease you about it whenever y’all get into your banter.
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“I deserve to be pursued, to be worshiped. I don’t think I’ll ever have that, but I still deserve it!”
“Why wouldn’t you get that?”
“Have you LOOKED at me, Jake? I’m a pudgy wannabe pastry chef. Lol”
“I’d fuck you.”
“You’d fuck anything that consents.”
“That’s probably the nicest insult you’ve ever given me.”
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Simone fucked off to France with Etienne, Jake is trying to recover, gets a letter saying she's signing over her half of the house to Jake so he owns in full, her final goodbye, totally cutting him off now, which leads to some appropriate emotional drama
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"Now the house is sold, me and *some cook name* are looking to start our own place. Got a space and everything. You should come with us."
"I'm not a chef, Jake."
"No, but you're a good cook. You could make your diner food. We could do brunch on the weekends. I'll sling mimosas and bloody Maries to the waiting crowd. C'mon it'll be fun. I think you'd really enjoy it."
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“When are you gonna let me kiss you?”
“Maybe one day, if you mean it.”
“And if I mean it now?”
“Then kiss me, Statefarm… See? You don’t mean shi–”
*grabs face, interrupting you with a kiss*
“Don’t fuck with me, Jake. You know I’m not about this fuckboy bullshit.”
“I’m not fuckin with you, okay? I’m not. I want you. And I think you want me too.”
This is all just shit I have in my doc, maybe another couple little ideas floatin around, but here's the long and short of the idea haha If you've read this far, thanks! ^_^
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(Snap)Fashion to me!!!!
Sad ass, tired ass, sit yo ass down
Dog days are long gone you snuggle tooth demon
I See you on demon time…don't you!
You a clown, walking around like you a diamond doll
Signs of early dementia can be what's causing you pain
Play with me, get your wig split, left your ass for dead,
but you run on empty, Enough is enough
Emotional damage, coming from 2 broke girl now the biggest ho
Who done it? and where they do that at?
At your best your loved not finding shelter in someone else!
Slap that bitch onsite didn't care what she had on.to sus
Sucks for you, You highs as a MF, finna cut you loose r
Rated R stuff like your parents did you dirty
Don't you just want to come over for this money
Obviously your intuition zesty, stream money
Now your bad vibe boolin whoever. To get it from me
Turning tables, to get out rebutables,
let your ninja loose control! on your mind, mindset stuck on stupid
Steady scheming, on the next, don't matter if you lose your kind
kind of ugly the mindset turn into madness, you could never understand
Ugly MF trying to rub it on me
Motivation to keep up me its just jealousy
Just like the next ninja you need from me
Missy Please get a ticket and get in line with the other wayament
wtf to an miscellaneous trick (e.t.c.)
Exactly what's bracking back at 10
On One through ten, when they introduced you to me,you as a dick sucker well well well
We always going live, If I'm a catch you Like i can,
Sho nuff ain't said naan, gotta couple of suspects, I wanna put you on
Diss right here the place for that tho
Disown your momma just to show off something
Tagged a bitch that always asking !?
Dodge, duck, and, dive to find the pieces of me
Money on you mind must've cum out the other side of your teeth,
money shot!
Talking out the side of your neck
never say never I just might take ya check ,wayment
What you got for me, There ain't nobody left ,
excuses excuses a boldhold trying to get on my mental
Leftover ass, bottom of the barrel head ass, crude oil beat it ass
You and I know you give life to shiesty crustaceans
Need Mula thats why you always sneak dissing, always
Ugly ass baby mama and her lil ugly ass crusty friends
Ima Show you who's a rider
Night crawler black ops
Y'all under $20 lucrative business
A 3.5 from beetle juice ain't live
Been following me for 10 years straight
Energizer bunny off that dub
I can't relate, what was your grade
Never needed you, you holding hands just to not lose the band
Better be on my good side, The way imma take your job
It better be my pussy on your lips, the way you eating
You choosy over ninja with that day third eye, looking 200/180/240
Trick get classy for once instead of following me
Y'all oompa loompas need to get on a hustle,
Those fat great whites not going to save you always
Asking about what's it going to take for you to follow through
But like a theft in the night you hitting those licks boo
Need $20?
you need a new car, new friend, new dress, something new
Not married, but you got the same baggage claim
Cry me a river how about you go off the deep end
Going on this gayest tour with your wanna be friends
Can't be friends, you not family
Catch up, you making us look bad
Couldn't get close enough
Baddies taking over this diss more than frenemies
Vibe so weak you come out with a group about some leftovers
Last I saw you, it was more about nothing
Want you some kool aid from me the Suga mama
Stop the loved you save and slip ha a mickey
How many times you going to fashion around me
Had a boy like I'm trembling to look at you
Fight that dumb death dark spirit outta you
Look at yourself and see the bigger picture
You can't compete where you don't compare,with an iou
I knock that head out with another head banger
Make the ghetto turn tricks since the early 2000s
You ain't looking so good if you not lurking ,like you do
Does this mean this going to be the end of you
You yourself need to pick up on your average tendency
To many people fall for your type and end up looking outside
On the way without your dead beat daddy ass car, freak ass link!
Loser taking l's just to drag me in
I'll say it to your face and I'll say it again
Iam more than just pay I don't play pretend !
Playa cards right couldn't find a better 6 dimension
Sad ass big baby that took off taken broke off
Outside every night to get your socks off
Only looking for ninja thats taking meds
Molly girl in a Molly world you ain't fucking with business relations!
Real world situations, being the villian, when you need to be the reason.
Bet that water taste good too, since that's not what its about
About a bitch threads, pulling every string, didn't I say I don't play pretend
Spirit in the air, let's clear it, and take it to the head
Border lines being cross, watch me akon that biddy if you making suggestions.
Should've went to the radio to pay your bills stupid hole
Telling and stepping since you need someone to put you in you place
Playlist suck just how you can't count me out but just look for an update
Used to this treatment I ain't blame for no bland trick
Its all about me and you trying to have your way with me
Making music out the laundry, from the bridge to a neighbor never having withdrawal s
whats remarkable is that they all have the same mind
Mind you this person don't know me from a can of paint
People love to use your name when it means they rat ass can get something
Some time before yeah girl got hers from five guys and a couple of girls
Girl please, what you was going to put me on
Oh so you holding out like you ain't got it on you
Your is mine mentally from the neighborhood h@!
House rules on empty ,spreading her emos legs like the devil advocate
Answer me this why I gotta ask if you giving it to me though
this not all about Whitney or midget thoughts that dance around
Always wishing on a star
its all about me!!!!
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Hello hello, so I'm here to talk about how I don't want to be famous.
I am considering maybe not making music my life's work, like don't get me wrong it would be my life's work as in I will always make music and put it out and if I get small popularity because of it as in like my musical stuff, or my artist stuff, that's great but I'm not looking to like make a name off of it I'm not looking to make it make me famous but I would love it if it brought in some money
I am genuinely scared of fame and it's because I see the way that our generation and our society treats these musical artists they never used to treat them like this before
If you had to wait a while for you know one of your favorite artists to put out something even though it was high in demand you know you want fire ass pieces like nobody was going to see here and rush Chaka Khan on on her projects or rush Whitney Houston on her projects except for like their companies and and the people that they signed to which makes sense because that's how the companies work
They need a certain amount of tracks or sounds from you by a certain point that makes sense that's just how the industry works, but when it gets to the point that fins are continuously demanding things from you and they haven't even set to fully appreciate the body of art that you have already put out is very frustrating and I think not to bring him up but like lol logic had talked about this before
He was like I just dropped a project and they asking for more he said it in a song and It was a good way, but on a real ass note, your favorite are just dropped a body of work, and you're asking for another body of work. They sat there and damn near begged Rihanna every minute to please drop a song please drop a song please drop a song, years later she drops a song and tribute to Chadwick Boseman (R.I.P) And y'all are all focused on how it sounds and the layers and it's like appreciate the art that was given this is a tribute to somebody who passed away somebody who was a great actor himself somebody who the whole movie was tributed to, and people are mad about how it sounds?
Know what gets me the most tight, other than the Megan the stallion situation, I find myself being most upset when it comes to Normani and Beyoncé.
Normani hasn't made anything in a while and I've seen a lot of people talking about she's falling off she is plummeting in the industry she's not going to make it and I'm like yo y'all are so selfish, you don't even know what this girl might have going on at all in her life as to why she hasn't put out anything yet, and it just sucks because it's like as soon as she drops another song yeah they're going to come ride it like y'all acting like you're just going to push it to the side, especially if you're able to hear a really good snippet of the song you're all are going to bump it
Like SZA, everybody's been trying to get her to drop music without music do this and that since she dropped CRTL, and it took some time but she was able to drop SOS and I bet, give it three to five months, and they're going to be asking her for another project even though she already said this is probably going to be her last album
You know who's another great example before I get back into my two examples I just said there, Frank Ocean. Frank lost his 18-year-old little brother...
And niggas was STILL asking him for new music I think that should say a lot about what our priorities are and where are morals are this person just lost somebody that was real to them like for y'all and to y'all y'all know him as Frank y'all know him as Frank Ocean or Lonnie Breaux, or however else you know Frank but that's the bottom line y'all know him as Frank, but his brother knew him as Christopher his brother knew him as Chris before the official name change. That was a real person to him that was somebody that really knew him and y'all are asking him to drop more music when he just lost somebody that had piece of his heart
Now let me get into Beyoncé real quick, woman makes a fantabulous album right, and ever since she has made the album people have been repeatedly begging her, can you please drop a visual, can you please drop hot ones or do a interview or do this or do that or all these things that she did not say she was going to do right now she never promised y'all jack shit,
When did she tell you all y'all I was going to get a music video? When did she tell you all y'all was going to get an interview? When did she say that she was going to drop a visual? When did she say she was going to go on any platform to talk about the project? She hardly promoted her damn self, she put it out and y'all did all the work for her, as it should be, and I love the fact that she's at the place in her life where y'all can demand demand demand and she don't have to supply because you're going to rock with it anyway
After Beychella, That woman was literally unstoppable and still is, you can't tell her anything after them ticket prices, who knows how this tour is about to go, from lemonade to Coachella, this is only going to go up from here, y'all should be happy if she decides to put out another project and announce that she has another project out, but y'all are going to find it and bump it anyway and this is my whole point
The problem with this generation is that y'all love to rush art and you don't even appreciate it once you get it, You don't even appreciate it for what it is and it's sad
I rather make my music for me and me only than to put it out here and have people just demand more for me just so they can have something to keep them entertained instead of actually appreciating what I'm putting my blood sweat heart and time into
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Xavier's Rap phrases
XD'
Fuck around give you my last name
Draco fire
You ain't got mineuts in your phone then you inlove with me
No condom
For the money im a savage
I got a play on my phone
watch me get this money nigga
tired of being hungry nigga
I'm out here popping ollie's switch
this the start of it
bitch I'm high as fuck I can't even roll my weed
there
I'm in the hills
I keep a FN57 and a G Tuck
told my bad bitch let the camera man hit for me
I go 200 and I crash out
love to beat that till it creame up
you see us scorin'
V.I.P in the plural, while yo section borin'
Bitch I got the Tommy no Hilfiger
Pull the checks, receipt stashed, straight to the palm, drippin'
space ghost coast to coast
ride around with a kill tec
he got shot he ain't get back
I got a whole lot of money coming in
ran off on the plug
Justin Bieber
I need a bitch with a real butt
jugg
I gotta know who you fucked in ths room
codine and a lot of cups
niggas think o can o broke
I can not go broke nigga
Xanny, help the pain, yeah
Please, Xanny, make it go away
know I'm misunderstanding
cuz skin complexion
free my nigga out of that jail
every other night another dollar getting made it
goddamn it
hot sauce
balling
Fast car, NASCAR
bag on fire
you gone fuck around and drowned of this wave
every other night another movie getting made
I spend in the club what you have in the bank
hate
my AP going psycho
had so many bottles gave ugly girl a sip
I'm in the Lambo I'm on my way
my money thick I'll never fold
can't really trust nobody with all this Jewelry on me
take you to the smoke shop we gone get high
got the racks and they all C-Notes
in the rental
all vvses put you in a necklace
diamond district in the chain
certified you know I gang
in the morning or the late
you got that yummy yummy
said she wanna fuck the homie we gone team up
my chain straight from the ocean
niggas think it's sweet
got free wifi they ain't got 3g
I really hate niggas I'm a Nazi
breaking the seal
Jesus piece
the audience
can we get married at the mall?
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
pouring up lean
backroom
money falling out the ass I got a lot of cash
I don't
just got up out it they like there he go
really spinny
really drippy
Moscow face
hand deep up in her purse
diamonds hitting
hide it in my sock
I'm her dad
xanny make it go away
I want drugs
college
I'm getting sketched out
shoot out
backroom
do the dash
2am in the A
wanna come to my room
Clancy ( ofwgkta manager )
iraq
hunting em down
backroom
foreign
Afghanistan
hell no nawh
every night
switch lanes
no face no case
club going up on a Tuesday
throw that to the side yeah
press my line
I'm different
wanna go it how I do it
i don't sell Molly no more
stupid lil bitch
lil bitch
put this Greek dick i
water
I didn't do it but fo
smoke
smoke crack
I cannot go broke
Octobers very own
Calabasas
locked in
late night in the studio you can't be wasting all my time
100k for a feat
niggas think it's sweet it's on sight
my new bitch ass fat like that ass on Kim k
I used
I used to
pink and yellow diamonds
my diamonds
diamonds hitting
beat the beat up
think it's sweet it's on sight
crying in a bag
I don't write I ain't got no time
if you is my son
I did it overnight, it couldn't happen any quicker
Always move right so my watch is on the other hand
Pullin' up on exes
old man told me this the way shit had to go
I had my best-friend die
In the middle of the hype
I don't give a fuck what you sayin', huh, you already heard w DC DSS as do s sad d so ass as do DSS s as dddßss sadhat I said
Y'all be cappin' online, on the Instagram
A-a-all we do is just go number one (
pass the Draco hit em with this and that
Yeah, take this X every day just so I can feel more
Diamonds hitting hard on my fucking watch (
Sosa take him down for his pack
Fill up my cup with that Wock and that Tris
I been geeked as fuck and stay right in the party
I'm too high, I can't stop it
I just left the bank, ain't made a deposit
n I got his hoe 17 floors up
island boys in this bitch
we 1700 in this bitch
mask on my face so nobody know
can't post no pictures cuz my case too hot
now she missing me used to fuck her till she sleep
had to cut her off now she just a treesh
cracking penthouse views
could a made some guap today but I was too lazy
I took her to backroom
my new bitch
I live in a house with a pool in the back
cut her off
Bitch, I'm married to this X, i
get high than a pelican
Think I'm addicted to guap
Think I'm addicted to Wock
I pour the Tussionex right
Up in that Limo tint, know it's me
I'm
Fuck up my racks then double 'em
Walk in Chanel, we cash that bitch out
Fuckin' that bitch and I'm fuckin' her friend
I just turned a fifty to a hundred
riding around with the stop'
Ayy, how you wanna get rolled up,
Catch me out in public
Y'all be cappin' 'bout the fashion, y'all some Helmut lames
Zay just flew out to LA
Heard that court date comin' up, fuck it, finna run
They say, "How'd you get it up?" I did it everyday
limousine tints
bust all over her face an
Uh, that's his hoe, that bitch, she came to fuck
murder suicide
Thirty minutes later, Kobe told me put my mask on
We go rack for rack, it ain't no cap in my rap (
Talkin' 'bout y'all wet? Boy, my bitch got more drip than y'all
If you ain't up a milli', it ain't shit you should be telling me
fell asleep off a four of yeah
I got the data to turn your body into anti-matter
Everybody let's agree that MC's need a tissue
Left the dubs and fifties at the crib, got a knot of Franklins
Green Nike tech, cutter on me, popping out like Zelda
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine
I don't wake up in the mornin' for cereal
Flip the brick, make the whole shit do an aerial
My shooters gon' shoot, can't miss
don't be chasing bitches stack you money up
Burberry pants, I got Burberry tennis shoes
gotta sip slow in case I die quic
I'm bout to sip on the suryp till I drowned
imma iconn nigga u just on icloud
imma thank God I'm not in the system
therapy session I'm in the waiting room reading Forbes
can you catch my drip
come my way
I'm catching a case I'm beating the case
I did not get in Canada
But when I'm in Toronto they treat me like Drake
n I show my face the case you know it's me
all in your girls mouth use her like a toilet
I don't ever get no sleep
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