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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 -> k. mbappé

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — where a destructive article leads to several insecurities but also an evening of love and the creation of new songs

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — kylian mbappé x amara imani (oc)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this chapter contains misogyny, mentions of cheating false accusations and anxiety/panic attacks

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 7.8k

𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 — this love [taylor swift], romantic [korede bello], delicate [taylor swift], sexual healing [marvin gaye]

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life hated her. it was clear that it had some sort of grudge against her, that she had wronged someone because no one who was innocent deserved this — not even on her worst enemies would she wish this sort of punishment and yet it happened to her.

she didn’t know what made it so hard — where had she gone wrong so terribly? taken the wrong turn that had led to her driving into a hole?

a feeling of failure welled up inside her. anything she touched got ruined, red roses turned black by the instant she touched them. why did he hate her so much?

she would never know. she had never given him a reason to hate her. Even if one day they would break up, she would have never resented him. sure their relationship has their ups and downs with lots of on and off but she had never expected him to hold such a grudge against her.

it should have been her, she should be the one to be mad, angry, it was her right to play the scorned woman after he had cheated on her. but instead solitude and secrecy had become her best friends, forced to lay low while he could spread whatever lies lies he wanted, only futhering the damage.

he always knew how to hurt her the most, didn’t he? during the timeline of their relationship it had always been him to hurt her the most, to know exactly around which scars he had to draw stars to extend the pain.

she had gone through eating disorders for him, endured discriminating comments about herself, gave away the love she had for herself — all for him.

usually karma was for the people who had wronged persons, had done them bad but what had she done? it should have been his reputation not hers, the stupid game they had started playing should have ended with her winning and not with her hiding in a city. he always won.

he won at games they played, at arguments, at races they had done together — he had won at everything against her. and she, as stupid as she been, had let him. she had let him win at everything.

clearly, she had been in a bad mental state. because there were signs, signals that she was suffering. but no one picked them up, no one paid attention and she had ruined any relationship she had had with any true friends due, having pushed them away at the request of evan. now she found herself with nothing.

so all in all, she truly regretted him. all the feelings, tears and time she had spent on him had clearly been a waste. qui lui avait mémé dit, de poursuivre un homme qui avais déjà une femme? — who had even told her to go after a man who already had a woman?

whenever she self-reflected she always asked herself the same question. but then again, she wouldn’t have met kylian if it hadn’t been for all this.

the international french striker had somehow opened a world for her that evan had closed. love was about creating and he had created a world full of colors for her after evan had squeezed all the color out of hers. it meant picking up the pieces no matter how small they were because the person was worth it. she was worth it.

kylian had decided that when he had first met her. he had been bored out of his mind, that specific night, before his eyes had spotted her. he had only seen her from the back, but had immediately been intrigued by her. especially because the bartender was serving her drink after drink, which had instantly impressed him. he could count on one hand, the amount of women, he knew that were able to drink like that. needless to say, he had an invisible pull towards her.

and getting to know her had also been a complete blast. after getting over the fact that he was flirting with his celebrity crush (something he hadn’t told anyone about), he was immediately wooed by her, especially her sarcasm and smiley attidue. sure, at the moment it didn’t come out much but when it did, kylian often felt himself fall all over for her again because it was the most beautiful thing on her. he didn’t understand how the medias could write such things about such a lovely person and still wondered how this asshole was able to date such a stunning woman like her. (he was ready to offer his whole contract if someone gave him the answer to his question.)

evan had the upper-hand in her tricky situation and the article made it clear. still, her flop at relationships couldn’t have been that bad, since evan had been the only person she had ever dated. and she certainly wasn’t a narcissistic person. he loved to spin her words around.

amara was the furthest thing from a narcissist. and she had never cheated in her entire life. not even on a basic school test and certainly not on a person. so of course it hurt her when several articles were thrown around, where her ex-boyfriend stated that she had cheated on him in the beginning.

the thing that upset her the most was the way he spun the story. he could have said what he wanted to keep the public on his side. but twisting the whole narrative and telling the public, she didn’t care much about mental health was too far. especially because she still remembered the way he would laugh at her whenever she would have a panic attack. and for him to say now, she always joked about it.

he had never even know how a panic attack felt like — he wouldn’t know the way it crept up slowly. like a tumor that had nested in. it built up slowly without any remarking, but slowly the symptoms were starting to get recognizable. that was anxiety. (something evan had probably never felt and why would he?)

as she read the article, angst started building up and like a maline tumor it spread through her body, leaving her brain for last. the further she read, the further it nestled in. when she had arrived at the end of the article, her hands were trembling and sweat pearls rolled down her forehead. she clutched her phone tightly, dizziness setting in with her vision blurring.

cause was the article that was opened on the display of her phone, the significance of the end of her career, everything she had worked so hard for — vanished with the simple publishing of a few words. her sweat, blood and tears were, all for nothing. the words were mocking her, giving power to the anxiety that had built up in her body. like a bomb and the detonator had just been lit. a wave of panic rushed down, this time anxiety had reached her head.

amara was drifting in a sea of despair and hopelessness, the weight on her shoulders becoming too much for her to bear. all the work, kylian had done was gone — the positive words were replaced by negativity and uncertainty, taking over her rational side.

breathing suddenly became harder, staying awake became difficult. it started in her chest, the first thing that stopped moving, the ache spreading through her body. next it were her legs that disconnected from her mind. she didn’t even acknowledge her body losing stability and collapsing on the ground — her body was there but her mind wasn’t.

before she even realized, amara was grasping for air, her lungs completely cut off from oxygen. her heartbeat raced dangerously, as if activating its survival mode when in case of shortness of breath.

her hands tingled but she wasn’t able to shake them, make it stop. all she could focus on was her career dying, herself dying with it. in a second, amara wasn’t in her room anymore; instead she found herself under water with no air.

the heavy knot in her neck thickened as tears ran down her cheeks. she fought the urge to throw up and tried to keep her food down but the thought of being worthless, of having lost everything was making it hard.

the ringing in her ear became louder, her vision becoming more and more blurrier with the tears. she let go of her phone and put her hand palms on her ears, trying to stop the ringing while also making an effort to breathe but it was getting harder… so much harder for her.

hyperventilating, she pulled her knees into her chest, hugging them tighter even though her hands were shaking violently. she knew what she must have been looking like at the moment, weak, a liability, insecure — but that’s what she was.

she had nothing anymore. the article was just the physical proof of what everybody thought, that she had wasted years of her life trying to become someone she would never be.

was this the moment where whitney houston had decided to drink away her sorrows? the changing moment that had ripped all hope from her? truthfully she wasn’t crying over love, she wasn’t heartbroken but she had poured everything into her career. made sure that it would be her legacy if she ever left and it was all gone now. all gone.

her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden opening of her door, her body going immediately into its “danger” mode. her body, in its disconnected mode, picked up that it was kylian but it didn’t register what he was saying — it was too busy trying to breathe.

amara didn’t notice how he dropped everything and rushed to her side, immediately understanding her state. her mind didn’t acknowledge how he grabbed her hands softly and sat down next to her on the floor. but she started to feel his presence, his warmth.

“heyy…,” he whispered softly but got no response from amara. she looked up at him but it was clear that her mind was everywhere but here. “ca va aller, je suis la.” — it’s going to be okay, i’m here

kylian’s eyes scanned around the hallway till they found amara’s phone with the article still showing on her screen. he wasn’t new to it, he had heard of it this morning when neymar had spoken about it at training and it had taken kylian every of his willpower to continue doing his exercises instead of defending amara like he would have wanted. he had wanted to warn amara but seeing in which state she currently was, it appeared she had been quicker than him.

“okay, mara,” kylian began a nervous undertone in his voice that he tried to hide, “i’m not the best at this but i’ve seen people do it on tv… so hope it works for now — anyway tell me five things you can see?”

she didn’t answer but her eyes were focused on kylian now, meaning she was slowly coming back even though her chest was still moving rapidly. “come on mara, essaie-le pour moi.” — try it for me

her hands affirmed the grip around his, her taking all her will as she tried to speak, “your bag, the magazine… phone, the floor, … your jacket.”

“c’est deja bien ca, on continue,” kylian praised her, “now tell me four things you can touch.” — that’s already good

she nodded, her heartbeat starting to become more frequently, “your hands… the floor, your face and… my phone.”

“okay, it’s actually working,” kylian said but more to himself than to amara, surprised to see that the method he had watched so often actually worked. “three things you can hear?”

“your voice, the traffic,… music from the radio in the kitchen.” she replied, her voice not as shaky anymore. her hands had stopped shaking and the dizziness had faded away.

“maintenant, dit moi… two things you can smell.” he told her reassuringly. — now tell me

“you and… cinnamon from the candle.” she told him hesitantly although her voice had steadied and sweat pearls had stopped rolling down her forehead. Her tears had subsided too but her eyes were still watery.

kylian clapped her hands together, happy for the progress she had made. “see, you’re already doing great. one thing you can taste?”

amara nodded… “my tears, they're kind of salty.”

“And now take small breaths” kylian instructed and amara followed his orders, gripping his hand tighter when she struggled but it helped — minutes passed and her heartbeat became steady again, her body leaving the panic mode again.

“it’s going to be fine mara,” kylian told her softly, his voice coming out faintly but it was loud enough for amara. his presence was calming in the middle of her storm, the hurricane she had seen coming from miles but had chosen to ignore it and live in the ignoring bliss with kylian.

he put his arms around her, hugging her tightly with his arms forming a protective shield around her. the gesture was all it took for amara to break. a crack in the surface and suddenly all liquid started flowing. tears she had thought she had all cried already were rolling down her cheeks rapidly, breaking free in torrents. her sobs shaked her whole body with an intensity she could no longer contain.

kylian was caught by surprise about the intensity of amara’s sobs and cries. tears were rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably, and it didn’t seem to end any time soon. he held her closer, her face burying into his shirt, embracing her weak and fragile state. his heart broke with every sob that amara let out. every tear carried her pain, made it clear that she was hurting.

her body screamed sadness, grief — it was in deep mourning, mourning over her career she had just lost, watched go down the drain. he absorbed her pain, her sufferance, letting her cry it all out. no words he could tell her now would be able to take away that kind of hurting. he was letting her be, mourn the way she should have been the first time instead of trying to hold it all in. his arms had become a sanctuary, safety amara had so often kylian described with — a refuge that let amara express all her grief and take off all the weight on her shoulders.

somehow he felt failure — as if he had failed her. kylian had promised to protect her, make her eyes brighter again and he had thought he had been enough. but their bubble had been burst and both had clashed hard with reality

his grip around her body tightened as he held her firmly, pressing her softly against his chest. His shirt was wet, filled with her tears, and her pain that she had let out in the form of water. the room filled with the sound of amara’s anguish, her cries echoing against the walls.in that moment, time seemed to stand still. he held her close, his arms put up tightly around her like a shield from all the negative thoughts.

“ca va aller cherié,” he whispered along with soothing words, acting like a balm to her wounded soul, and most importantly giving her the safety that she was not alone; that she didn’t have to go through the pain alone. — it’s going to be okay, honey

each second that passed, her sobs started to subside, their intensity getting less and less. soon they were replaced by sad sniffles and hiccups, as she clung to kylian’s chest, finding solace in his presence. there was a sense of comfort in his heartbeat, he radiated life with the rhythm of his heartbeat. the world around them seemed to fade away.

the storm in her had settled and amara slowly started to gather the strength she needed to lift her head from kylian’s chest. she was exhausted and felt even more vulnerable after having a panic attack in front of the french striker. she never wanted for him to see her like that — weak, vulnerable, desperate.

“i ruined your shirt,” amara said quietly, wiping away her tears. “i’m sorry, it’s all wet now because of my tears.”

“it’s a shirt mara, i planned on changing it anyway because of training. don’t apologize for things like that again, you don’t have to.” kylian objected, scolding her lightly. “how do you feel?”

“stupid, weak, empty.” she listed quietly under her breath. “like it was all for nothing.”

“don’t say that. you're worth more than just your career.”

“i was never enough, always too low.”

“you were always enough,” he replied firmly.

she sat up straight again, leaning her back against the wall next to and taking place next to kylian. there was no other way now, she had to do it. her mother had always said, when you love someone you have to be able to let go. it was her time to let kylian go — she wouldn’t drag kylian down with her. this path was destined for her and not him.

her eyes filled with tears, as she turned to look at him. her heart was heavy with emotions. her reputation, tarnished by a turbulent past, had the potential to cast a shadow over their relationship. to hurt him just because he held love for her. and she would never do that to him. amara had started to love him, to feel more for him than a simple crush. time had given that to her and she couldn’t bear to taint him like she tainted everything that she touched.

her voice was shaky, tears had started to run down her face again as she looked at him, met his eyes. “kylian, i think it’s better if we don’t go further than this. you deserve so much more than me.” she swallowed the big lump in her throat before continuing to speak, “my reputation has never been worse and my past should not hold you back from living your best life.”

his eyes widened with surprise, behind them laid concern. “amara, please don’t say that. i promised you that i would stay by your side, through good and bad. i’m not going go leave now. you don’t have to worry about me.”

she sighed, lowering her head, not being able to face the hurt expression on kylian’s face. his unwavering love and devotion was clear in his eyes — they were an open book to all the emotions he was feeling. he wouldn’t understand, his life was different than hers. “ky…,” she began, his name coming out faintly. “i’ve made some mistakes, trusted some people i shouldn’t have and karma is getting to me, i guess. but i would never forgive myself if i dragged you into my mess. it’s better that way.”

he shook his head, feeling tears come up but swallowed them down — he knew this wasn’t her, what she truly wanted. he just had to find that part of her again. the one that was willing to love again and open herself to the world.

“amara, i know who you are. and i love who you are. and i don’t care whether you are a bitch apparently or if you are a narcissist — all that matters to me is the person i got to know these past weeks. i love all of you, including the parts that you may deem as flawed."

his hand searched for hers, squeezing it lightly to show her his support, the safety that lied in their bond.

“amara,” kylian whispered, his eyes scanning her soul the moment she looked up, staring right back at him. through her soul. “i know you think the worst of yourself,” he began, his voice a light tone. “i know you need someone to hold you… hold you like you are the most important thing in the world, and i will. i promise you i will. but you need to let go,” he murmured softly, “you need to let go of that rock you’re grasping from a clip and let yourself fall. And i will be there to catch you.”

there was so much love and pain in the atmosphere. one couldn’t exist without the other, if you have loved without hurting, you didn’t love. because love hurt, the urge to let go because you love a person so much. “i just don’t want to hurt you. you’re france’s golden boy and i’m the black sheep of music. i can’t see you get dragged down because of me. i can take my career ending, but yours is so bright and you have so much to achieve yet, it wouldn’t be fair.”

how was he supposed to change her mind, make her see that everything was right. that she was the light of his life and not the darkness of the night. “amara, i choose to be here because i love you. because i can’t stand the thought of you being hurt. that’s love. hurting for the other but knowing that the other is supporting you, has you back all the time.” he assured her, deep meaning behind every of his word. “amara, i won’t force you to be here. this is your choice. if you tell me to leave right now i will. do you want me to?”

her reasoning began to take the upper head again. was this worth it, letting kylian leave and mourn after his departure everyday. but she loved him too much to drag him down with her. she knew he loved her, he has said it multiple times. several songs were scribbled down in her notebook, all able to describe kylian and the way he loved her. would she give all this up — she knew he couldn’t. “i don’t want you to leave. please don’t.”

a fond smile appeared on his lips, bringing out the two spots on each side of his cheek that always made amara weak. he held out his pinky. “we’re going to survive this storm together. me with you at your side. are you in?”

she lifted up her pinky, intertwining it with his. “i’m in. je ne veux plus être seule.” — i don’t wanna be alone anymore.

he smiled at her brightly, happy of his success for convincing her. kylian was there to guide her through the storm, hold her hand when the wind was getting too strong and leaving her back. her problems might not have lessened but his presence reminded her of her own worth, that she wasn’t unlovable like evan had always made him believe. she took a deep breath before surprising kylian again by throwing her hands around his figure and hugging the french striker tightly.

there was a tiny spark of hope, a silent promise even though there wasn’t a concrete promise of happiness but he made it easier. kylian made facing the road easier. there they stood, entwined in each other's arms, knowing that they were safe. that any storm could hit them but it would hit them together now.

after giving him a last squeeze, inhaling his scent for one more time, she let go of him, meeting his gaze. her eyes were bloodred, skin pale and yet a smile was on her lips.

“will i ever be more?” amara asked into the void. “like will my name ever be cleared?”

“i don’t know how much i’ll have to tell worth more than words can describe. no ballon d’or or world cup mean anything to me anymore since i met you. i wake up with a smile because of you and go to bed with a grin because of you. you’re more than beautiful, ethereal. Je sais que tu n’est pas prête au moment mais je veux que tu saches que t’es tout pour moi.” — i know you’re not ready at the moment but i want you to know that you’re everything for me.

she chuckled softly. “i don’t deserve you, ky.”

he waved dismissively. shrugging it off. “how about a nice warm bath while i cook for you and then we eat dinner together like planned?” he proposed, a smile on his face. “and before you start, don’t worry, you don’t have to feel guilty.”

“i don't even feel like standing up at the moment.” she joked lightly, a small grin on her face. “but a bath sounds nice.”

kylian punched her lightly. “go take a bath amara and when you feel better again, there will be food for you.” he was determined to make her feel better, to make her smile reach her eyes again. “chef kylian at your service, what would you like to eat?”

“surprise me,” amara murmured, shrugging.

“then rice with chicken it will be. very good choice,” he joked, “believe me, after having eaten my food, you won’t wanna try anyone else’s.”

“you’re making big promises mbappé.” a smirk creeped up her smile at kylian’s declaration. they both remembered very well the last time he had tried to cook with her, burning the tomato sauce to the pasta she had made. "you’re too kind," she replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm.

he smirked back at her, laughing. “and i tend to keep them.”

“the last time you stepped into my kitchen, i had to clean up the entire floor because you made the tomato sauce explode. so excuse me for being wary.”

he chuckled, rolling his eyes at the memory. "you’re never letting that go, are you?” he questioned sarcastically, feigning offense. "but i’ll let you know that i’ve been secretly working on my cooking skills, perfecting the art of rice and chicken. just you wait!"

she held her hand up in surrender. “fine, i’m leaving my kitchen in your hands. please try to not burn anything.” she warned jokingly, taking all her strength to pull herself up. “i’ll be back in a minute.”

“you’ll be surprised with what you’re about to eat.” he called after her as she disappeared into her bedroom before he stood up too and made his way to the kitchen.

he had been right. a shower had definitely been needed. the warm water had added an extra reassurance and calmness to her body and the several flowery oils had added an extra touch to the sensitivity of her skin, making it even softer. after stepping out of the bathroom, she had chosen a comfy sports leggings with a small crop top before she threw kylian’s hoodie over her figure.

there was something comfortable and familiar about his hoodie, it smelled like him and reminded her of him. majority of her new songs had been written with said hoodie on her body, keeping her warm and reminding her about who she was even writing that song. the soft dark blue fabric draped over her shoulders, a bit loose as the hoodie was a bit big on her but she loved it that way. the comforting connection between herself and kylian just because of a hoodie was so much deeper than just their relationship. it helped find her way back.

amara was thrown out of her thoughts by her phone ringing, bringing her back to reality. reluctance was stopping her from answering the phone immediately but she accepted the call instantly once she saw the caller-id, smiling at the familiar voice on the other end.

“ada,” her mother’s soft voice greeted her, resembling music in her ears. ‘ada’ was a name her mother had started calling her, signifying the oldest daughter — a term her mother had brought home from her origin country nigeria. amara missed it.

“nne,” amara whispered, her voice immediately breaking. “ana m atụ uche gi nke ukwuu.” — mum, i miss you so much

“oh my dear ada,” taraji imani exclaimed in despair, feeling the pain of her daughter. “i read what they wrote about you. ada, that boy must have hated you to do something like that.”

amara scoffed. “i don’t even know what i did that could make him do something like that. i loved him.”

“that boy was never good and now we have finally seen him good colors. onye nzuzu,” she cursed her daughter’s ex boyfriend. “i know it hurts like hell in the moment but we both know you're stronger than this. we grew up in a third-world country, there has been worse.”

even though her heart filled with gratitude and care, she still felt misunderstood by her mother. “mama, they’re after me now for everything. everything i worked so hard for is gone.”

her mother’s mind stayed firm, not accepting any doubt or negativity in her mind state. “amara, believe me no one can decide what you’re worth. i brought you into this world and i had already deemed you worth than anything that existed. your name was written in the stars from the beginning. and no man or article is ever gonna change that. ekwere m gi nkwa.” — i promise you.

amara smiled, finding strength in her mothers words. she admired her mother’s strength to always see the positive in things that were clearly negative. “thank you mama. somehow this is exactly what i needed. ahụrụ m gi n'anya nke ukwuu.” — i love you so much

“that's what i’m here for, right?” she replied jokingly, “highs and the lows, i’ll always be here, holding you up, and cheering you on. and i am the proudest person everyday, because i had the privilege of raising you."

she swallowed the lump in her throat, taking a moment before answering. “i’m going to be fighting mama. i’m going to prove them wrong.”

“that’s what i was expecting from you.” she applauded her. “wepụta oge gi iji gwọọ ma anyi ga-aga n'ihu. Aga m eme ihe niile iji hụ na i ga-alaghachi n'elu, ada. you’ll tell me more about your new songs when i’m coming to visit you next week but i have to go now love. your father is calling me. and in case things still go wrong, you could always sue.” — take your time to heal and we will move on. i'll do everything to make sure you get back on top, ada.

even though her mother couldn’t see her, she nodded with her head, grinning at the last sentence. “yes, mama. i don’t know if i’ll sue but i’ll keep it in mind. daalụ, ahụrụ m gi n'anya.” — bye, i love you

“hụkwara gi n'anya.” — love you too

her mother ended the call and amara placed her phone on the bed again. mothers always knew best, the truest sentence ever. she could hold on now, wait for the storm to wash over calmly.

the scent of rice and savory spices were what finally made her leave the bedroom. the smell of chicken found its way into her nose, making her stomach grumble in return. she had neglected eating since the past few weeks, only eating when necessary with her head being occupied so often.

walking into the kitchen, she watched with amazement as kylian moved between the stove and the oven. her original skepticism faded away with every second she watched. this somehow felt different — she was used to their small takeout dinners that had somehow turned into dates with their frequency. but cooking for her changed the situation. it felt more intimate, kylian wanted to put a genuine smile on her face again. show what it could be like if she let go but she couldn’t. she had gone one step forward just to be put back three steps back again.

“i’m impressed,” amara complimented him as she flipped the chicken, the crusty, golden-brown colour taking the surface. “this looks delicious.”

“told you so,” he bragged, pride flowing through his body. he turned off the stove, and placed the cooked chicken next to a bowl of rice along with some cooked vegetables that he had put into the oven.

she gratefully accepted her plate, instantly taking a bite since her desire for food was taking over her whole mind. a wide grin spread across her face as she savored the delicious creation. “i’m in love with this.”

a prideful expression appeared on his face, happy to have brought the smile back on her face. he noticed that she seemed calmer again. the person she just talked too must have calmed her down again, amara seemed at easiness now.

he had poured everything into this meal. she would never know that he had called his mother after the cooking accident and asked her to teach him some cooking basics. he had wanted to give back to her, to show her that he didn’t take her cooking for him when he was over for granted. it would forever be his secret but it was worth it, if it meant sitting here, talking to her and watching her laugh as she ate.

conversation flowed easily between them as they ate. the gloomy and sad atmosphere seemed to disappear replaced with a warm and comfortable air. it also surprised her how habitual everything had become. having dinner with kylian had become so natural for her, she couldn’t even imagine having dinner alone anymore. they had created a rhythm to their life together.

after they had finished eating and amara had placed the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, she followed kylian to the counter, where the french striker had made himself comfortable on one of the leather stools. he instantly smirked once he recognized the hoodie she was wearing, the one he had given her before his away match.

“am i ever going to get my hoodie back?” he asked her in an amusing tone.

she looked at him with an incredulous expression, raising an eyebrow. “since when do people reclaim their given things?” she scolded him lightly. “it keeps me way too warm to give it back to you.”

amara would never admit to him that the reason she loved his hoodie was because it smelled like him. it still possessed his scent like the day he had given it to her.

“i could just give you another one,” he suggested, earning an eye-roll from amara.

“you could also just buy the same one again if you miss it so much. i mean, what else do you do with your 80 million euro contract?”

he shrugged her question off, waving dismissively. “tu sais quoi?" he retorted sarcastically, “keep it. i don’t want it anymore.” — you know what?

she laughed as he pouted, leaning her head down on the shoulder. surrounded by music and soft melodies coming out of the famous bluetooth box, the pair was engrossed in a conversation, their usual banter filled with humor and sarcasm. all of sudden the soft strains and first tact’s of stevie wonder’s “i just called to say i love you” began to play out of the box. she was surprised he had it in her playlist, considering he wasn’t the type to like old, classic love songs.

his eyes developed a mischievous glimmer, sparkling nearly — one of the most beautiful things amara had seen on a person. the french striker lifted himself from the stool, starting to move to the beat while staring at amara with such an intensity, yearning and desiring to create another intimate moment of them. show her what they could be if she let herself fall, if she came back to the steps they had made already. all that through the simple act of swaying.

confusion grew on her face as she suddenly extended his hand to her, waiting for her to join him. she hesitated, reluctant as she knew she would embarrass herself when she would tell kylian she didn’t know how to. as his expectance grew, amara sighed before confessing, “je connais pas danser comme ça.” — i don’t know how to dance like that

“how come? i mean aren’t you a dancer mainly?” kylian asked curiously. “i thought singing was the sidething that you discovered?”

she arched an eyebrow. “did you read my wiki page?” she questioned him, smirking.

he rolled his eyes, glad that his skin wasn’t lighter or else he would have matched the color of a tomato. “only parts,” he admitted quietly and then pointed at her shocked. “don’t try to change the subject here. why can’t you slow-dance?”

sighing again and swallowing the lump in her throat, she replied in a somewhat gloomy voice, “because i’ve never slow-danced in my life. i missed my prom because i was sick and evan hated dancing. wherever we were, weddings, events, he didn’t like it. and i never needed it for any of my choreos, so i thought it wasn’t important.”

a fond smile on his face, his gaze softened with his hand remaining extended. in some twisted way, he was thankful for evan — because of the many screw-ups, he was able to show amara what love could really be. create moments with her, that strengthened and bonded a relationship. “come on,” he told her, waving her over to him. “i’ll teach you. you can have as many dances as you want.”

without further hesitation, she placed her hand in kylian’s, her body immediately reacting to the act. their hands intertwined, with warmth and love radiating between their bodies, kylian started the song from new and began to guide the singer through the living room, a soft orange-yellow glow looming over them and illuminating every of their step.

she was scared at first, it was clear from the beginning. instead of looking at him, she focused too much on her feet, stumbling whenever she was unsure and got confused with the steps. but he was patient. “just let yourself unite with the music, feel it instead of trying to perfect steps. it comes naturally.”

“and i’m supposed to be the singer?” she retorted rhetorically, nonetheless she still accepted his advices, gazing into kylian’s eyes as they continued. it went better now — his presence and guide helped her find her own rhythm in the music and a few mishaps and wrong steps soon turned into growing confidence in her movements. when the tunes of “sexual healing” began, amara had learned to trust the guidance of kylian’s hands. here they stood, their bodies swaying to the soft tunes and bonding over their new-found trust for each other. the living room became a place with no worries but only themselves.

no money on earth could replace this moment for her. he didn’t realize but he was giving her so much more. kylian gave her the world. he was ready to let his be destroyed if it meant her happiness. he had proven to her so many times that he would be here, that he wouldn’t move. she had been emotional and vulnerable in front of him and he still wanted her. she didn’t know, kylian would always want her.

as the evening descended, the two continued to dance to old, timeless love songs, time holding still for them. hours passed as they swayed to different songs. after a good one and a half hour spent teaching amara how to dance, they collapsed on the couch, both out of breath from the all the dancing.

“since when were you such a dancer?”

“i’m not. but my parents used to dance to this sometimes when i was a child before they divorced.” he replied, the memory putting a smile on his face.”

“you should stick to it. after getting to know your music taste and hearing you sing, dancing is definitely the better choice as a back-up career.” she retorted mockingly.

his face scrunched up, offended by her statement. “i’ll have you know that music and me work perfectly. i can even play some intrusments.”

“as if,” amara replied, raising an eyebrow. “you, mr. i have to do everything at lightening speed, had the patience to learn an instrument. i’ll believe it when i die.”

instead of replying to her, kylian grabbed her hand pulled her up. he dragged amara to the next room, knowing a majestic black piano would be waiting for them there. his face lit up with delight, loving how he would he not only be able to impress her but also prove her wrong. he loved proving people wrong.

a sly grin on his face, he placed his fingers on the ivory/white keys. she was intrigued, she wouldn’t lie about that but her sceptism hadn’t completely turned into curiosity. still, the fact that kylian was able to connect with music made him even more attractive in her eyes.

amara would have liked a warning. a breathtaking, gorgeous melody sounded through the room the moment kylian began to play. his fingers flew effortlessly over the keys, as if he had played his entire life long. she was instantly captivated by the enchanting melody, her sceptism immediately replaced with awe and adoration.

and all of sudden, her head was filled with lyrics. words that weren’t wording became genuine, breathtaking lyrics for a song. if she didn’t write her ideas and sentences down now, she would forget them.

“this is gorgeous.” she exclaimed, interrupting kylian, the latter jumping up instantly at the sound of his name. he had been so focused on playing, he hadn’t noticed the spark in her eyes but he saw it now clearly. “just wait here, i’ll be back in a second.” she told the french striker, walking out of the room.

she came back a few minutes later with a pen and her notebook, where she wrote down all her new song ideas. she quickly flicked through the book, looking quickly for a new blank page. since kylian’s arrival in her life, motivation was flowing constantly. and she was so ready to use it after such a long drought.

“now play it again.” she ordered him excitingly. “je ne sais pas ou t’as pris cette melodie mais je l’adore. J’ai besoin d’elle.” — i don't know where you got that melody but i love it, i need it.

he smirked at her urgence. “see, je le t’avais dit. i’m a pro at this.” — see, i told you so

“will you play it again, if i tell you, i should have never doubted you?” amara inquired, impatient to write her thoughts down. somehow after having been so vulnerable in front of him, she didn’t feel the need to hide anything from him anymore. she was fine, exposing her heart on a sleeve towards him. giving him the five percent she had never given anyone but always kept to herself.

“wouldn’t hurt to hear this one more time.”

“ky, i’m sorry i ever doubted you. je te promets, à partir de maintenant, j’aurai toujours confiance en toi. now play please.” — i promise, i’ll never doubt you again, from now on i’ll always trust you

he chuckled, pleased with his success. he obliged and continued to play the previous melody over and over, his fingers sliding gracefully across the keys. amara let herself down on the floor next to him, furiously scribbling notes as kylian played.

in silent screams in wildest dreams i never dreamed of this

the lyrics were flowing out of her, her mind radiating motivation. kylian played soft tones that matched her feelings, matched the way she felt about him. how he changed her perspective on love. showed her that it could be so much more than just pain and suffering. she had experienced bad love with evan and was now experiencing all the good things with kylian.

This love is good This love is bad This love is alive back from the dead

they both knew, they still had to make some steps. steps that the article and her insecurity had pushed back. but like so often, music created connections. a bond between her creativity and his musical power.

he was there for her whenever she needed him. ready to pull her up whenever something had knocked her down. when she lost control of her own life, lost herself he was ready to navigate her, remind her who she was. somehow his timing was always perfect. it was shown when he appeared today, just in time for her heavy panic attack.

in losing grip On sinking ships You showed up just in time

and so, they spend their evening with kylian playing various melodies he had learned on the piano and her using that to give her brain inspiration and writing her song. a simple sarcastic exchange had lead them to this moment, a collaboration that made them find out how much music could create everlasting moments and firsts.

This love came back to me

she had lost love, hadn’t truly felt its feeling and sensations and he had brought it back to her. but she wouldn’t lie and say evan had only been bad. only problem with him had been that he had destroyed her in the end. still she could, would rise from all that.

maybe her reputation was at its worst for the moment — but kylian liked her for her. that was all that mattered.

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I'm blocking ANY American I see pulling this shit from now on. The blood is almost pouring out of our fucking televisions because of Biden. And the Dems. They deserve eternity in Hell. The Republicans are not "worse"- they just have worse manners, they are less polite - that's the only difference.

I have seen more dead children in the last three weeks than I have seen in my entire life. You would think that seeing Biden, Trump, Hillary and Bernie all support "Israel's right to self-defence" for the last solid three weeks would be a wake up call. (Bernie issued a milquetoast statement a few days that maybe this shit should stop, without saying the word "ceasefire" once.)

Imani is a prominent activist on both Black Twitter and Disability Twitter who has been consistently speaking out for all the millions of people continuing to die and become disabled from the Biden Administration's eugenicist COVID policies over the last three years.

There's also this:

This goes all the way back to Harry Truman in 1948 who was almost single-handedly responsible for the colonization of Palestine to creat Israel. But it doesn't mention that the US political establishment was actually against him at the time because they rightly said it would ruin their relations with the Middle East, and Truman's relationship with his own State Department nearly broke down over it. General Marshall, architect of the Marshall Plan, held out until 30 minutes before Britain emancipated Palestine, which was the deadline to claim what would be the initial land for the state of Israel. His decision is said to have been influenced by his Christian upbringing, despite his distaste of both Jews and Zionism.

Now why would an antisemitic white Christian be in favour of herding Jewish war refugees into Israel, where everyone knew they would have to stay fighting Palestine until it was completely defeated, which they couldn't do without relying on the US for help? 🤔 And how would the US government have stayed committed to Israel ever since? Raise your hand if you know the answer!

But no, y'all don't need a system change, just someone who will hold the line at the top against white Christian fundamentalism. There's nothing entrenched here at all. 🙃

Meanwhile:

Adrian Hemond, a Michigan-based Democratic strategist, cautioned that there is a lot of time between now and Election Day in which voters could change their minds as passions cool. And, he said, voters are highly sympathetic to Israel right now, which could benefit Biden politically.

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Epilogue- Chapter 1

Imani’s POV- Elliot’s bedroom.

“What happened to being sober?” I asked, looking over at Elliot. A blunt is perched on the corner of his lips as he looks at me, and it takes me a moment to not yell at him. “Sobriety is a mindset, mani.” He replied, as I rolled my eyes.

I didn’t say anything for a few minutes, allowing my thoughts to compose themselves. “If you don’t like that I’m smoking, the doors that way.” He said, and I stayed quiet. If I was to leave, he’d probably call his friends, the same ones that kept him from sobriety. “Nah, it’s fine.” I muttered, mindlessly scrolling on my phone.

When you love someone, it’s hard to see their faults sometimes. The rose colored glasses are always on, making them look more beautiful. Loving Elliot used to be like that, but him constantly falling back into his patterns cracked them. It’s like I’m hyper aware that my boyfriend is an addict, just like Rue is. A terrifying thought that I might lose both the same way, except I’m not in love with rue: I’m in love with Elliot.

The room stayed quiet for a while, neither of us having anything to say, something that’s common in our almost 10 year long friendship, and our 1 year relationship. Sometimes we simply have nothing to say, just enjoying each other's company. But my mind refuses to be quiet, racing with thoughts of Elliot, from his lackadaisical attitudeto the fact that I really wanna hold him. I resisted the urge to reach over though, and a couple hours later I walked out.

Elliot’s POV- days later

I woke up on my floor, smelling weed and alcohol around me. There’s a line of cocaine on a book next to me, and I snorted it as my eyes fully opened. Making myself stand is a task, but I finally succeeded, seeing Rue sprawled out on my bed. My head was pounding as the cocaine worked into my system, but I knew it’d subside.

Being high is one of my favorite things in the world, because there’s no other feeling like it. Nothing in the world will ever give me the feeling of total nothingness or serenity like weed or cocaine will, hell even alcohol doesn’t come close. I love the feeling more than anything.

“Yo Elliot! That shit was crazy.” She said, getting off the bed. “Yeah, it was.” I agreed, having no idea what she’s talking about. After an hour she left, and I was now sprawled out on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My high has fully set in, along with the alcohol, and I feel fucking amazing.

So amazing, that I don’t hear Imani walk into the room.

“Elliot…what the fuck?” She asked, sounding exhausted. I looked up at her, a grin on my face. “Hi mani bear.” I slurred, as she sighed. “Honey, how high are you right now?” She questioned, as I heard the concern in her voice. I shrugged, truly being unable to answer the question.

She walked over, sitting on the bed next to my head. As if I’m a cat, I instinctively curled up on her lap, sighing deeply. “It feels good.” I muttered, feeling her ruffle my hair. “Yeah, I know.” She exhaled, looking at my eyes. I know she’s trying to see if I’m overdosing, but I feel her love. Makes me feel serene and calm, something I usually don’t feel. I’m almost scared of it, but my body’s too heavy to lift up.

“Mani.” I called, my voice low. “Hm?” She answered, as I inhaled. “Talk to me.” I said, feeling her fingers return to my curls. “Anything you wanna hear about?” She asked, her voice soft and sweet. “Just talk.” I mumbled, and she nodded. “Well, college is tiring. Especially statistics, but I passed my test. Then I caught up with Maddy.” She stated, as I listened intently. I love being in this position, just hearing her talk to me about everything.

After a few minutes, she moved me off her lap and got off the bed. I immediately sat up, feeling my brain go fuzzy. “Imani.” I said, as she looked at me. “What?” She replied, and I felt tears in my eyes. I have no idea if I’m getting upset because I have no control over my emotions or just because she moved me. “Are you leaving?” I asked, and she shook her head. “I was taking my shoes off…everything’s okay.” She sighed, coming back on the bed.

Except now she’s farther away, and I had to crawl over to lay on her. The same thing I’ve done since 9th grade every time I’ve gotten high, just laid on her and listened to her voice. She sighed once I was on her chest, but quickly put her fingers back in my curls. “What’s on your mind, hm?” She whispered, as I hummed. “Absolutely nothing, you?” I asked, and she shrugged. “Just thinking about how clingy you are today.” She answered, running her fingers through my curls.

“Just wanna be around you.” I mumbled, feeling myself doze off.

Imani’s POV

Elliot dozed off on me, and I sighed. I kissed his head, seeing a small smile on his lips. “You stress me the hell out, but you’re lucky you’re cute.” I whispered, tracing his apple tattoo. “I need you to be better. This shit doesn’t feel good to me.” I mumbled, allowing myself to put my head back and close my eyes.

End Of 1

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Loyalty to Royalty

Erik!Stevens x OC

Part Seven

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Princess Imani was the black sheep of her family, never really fitting the female royal type. When an arranged marriage between Prince N'Jadaka and her is set up, she tries her hardest to get away... but she just can’t.

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Being back home, she was missing Erik. He and T'Challa had their own thing going on as she did too. As her being the Silver Leopard, she and Nakia infuriated a sex trafficking's ring down in South Africa that she caught wind on. She was most definitely was feeling the after affects of that mission, especially right after traveling between the states and home.

"So, how did you like America?" Amarah asked her.

"Honestly, I had so much fun. The food there was so good but I know I gained a few pounds." she said as they sat in the dinning room eating the Oxtail stew that Imani made. "Though they had so many cars. Like... it was unbelievable but it made sense. Everything was so far from each other." she said grabbing her napkin and wiping her face.

"Yeah when we went I noticed that too. I just thought because they were lazy." Amarah chuckled.

"I do too until I seen it. Even I wasn't going to walk that far." Imani stated. Amarah sighed before saying,

"Imani I should tell you something." Imani looked at her in a state that told her to go on but Oshana came in, a tad bit shocked that the two was sitting at the table.

"Hello mother." Amarah said with no emotion.

"Daughter." Oshana acknowledged then looked between the two. "What were you guys talking about?" she asked, confused on why the two of them were talking.

"My trip to America." Imani stated drinking her glass of wine. "I am excited on going back."

"Surprising. It seems like the politicians don't really seem to be a fan of you." she stated crossing her arms.

"Conservatives don't. I think everyone else was pleased." she stated looking up at her as she scoffed.

"Maybe because of the Prince. But you didn't really-"

"Mother just stop." Amarah snapped at her. Oshana looked at her daughter in shock. Almost like she was betrayed by the action. "There is no need for you to be so critical right now. Let's just be glad she made it home safe." Imani looked at Amarah in shock before looking at Oshana.

"Hmm... it seems like you guys weren't just in here talking about America. If you were talking about-"

"Ima cut you off there. You do not run through my mind enough for that." Imani responded to her. At this point, Oshana wasn't caring about Imani and what she was saying. She was shocked about the fact that Amarah replied to her in such a way. She heard the kitchen phone ring as she stood up answering it.

"Imani speaking." she answered.

"Princess Imani! It's Council Jean! Your father is not well! He collapsed at the meeting is on his way to the hospital!" he yelled in the phone as her world stopped.

"What happened to him!" she exclaimed, but her ears heard something.

That's when Imani heard something on the roof. With her eye twitching, she moved the phone. "Council Jean, the palace is under attack..." she whispered.

"Princess is everyone okay?" he exclaimed.

"Send help..." she whispered into the phone before hanging up. "Something is wrong with father." she whispered to them. "Stay behind me, understood?" she warned them. The looked at her confused, before she grabbed a few knives off the table.

"Please Imani, what are you going to actually doing that?" her mother whispered yell. Ignoring her, she heard the footsteps come closer before she through the knife at an angle, down the hall.

She heard a man yell before she ran around the corner seeing two men in all black gear with guns. She grabbed one of their guns in attempt to yank it but he held on to it, the gun going off and bullets hitting the ceiling. Kicking him into the stomach and having him fly through the window breaking the glass. She unloaded the gun before sliding it across hall before she was slammed against the wall, her head hitting it. The man had the in attempt to stab her, the man was about 150 more pounds heavier. She used her leg to wrap around his leg moving her body weight to the floor as he flipped with her. The knife slid across the floor as he flipped her off of him, with her getting back onto her feet in a fighting stance. He stood up, shocked by how fast she was up.

"I don't know who you are, but you are making a bad decision." she warned him.

"Says a lot coming from you." He pulled a pistol out in attempt to shoot but with her reflexes, she tacked him by the feet as the gun went off.

"AMARAH!!!" She heard her mother yell, as she heard Amarah fall to the floor.

She grabbed the gun that she slid before hitting him in the head three good times sending him to the floor. Making sure that they weren't getting up, she ran to Amarah and saw that the bullet hit her in the chest.

"No no no no no." she examined her and saw that there was no exit wound. "GIVE ME YOUR SCARF!" she yelled at Oshana forcing her to hand over her scarf.

"I-I need to call for help!" she exclaimed standing up.

"No! There are no telling how many people are here. We need to move somewhere else to be safe!" she whispered yelled in order. "They were able to sneak pass the King guards on the outside.." she reminded her. "Lemme take her into the wine cooler." she whispered. She picked her up bridal style before they snuck her into the wine cooler, hearing more foot steps above.

Grabbing one of the beads that Erik gave her, she called him.

"Hey gorgeous, I miss-"

"Erik, our palace is under attack." she whispered, holding the scarf on Amarah wound.

"By who!?" he yelled as she heard stuff ruffling.

"I think Americans. I heard an American accent." she whispered. That's when she heard more glass breaking. "There are too many of them, I wont be able to take them and Amarah is in bad condition." she took another bead off before placing it in her wound, her gasping sounds slowly went down as the vibranium went through her system.

"Where are the guards that-"

"They attacked from the roof. We have no way of reaching the out side."

"We're on our way now!"

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In turn of events, no longer

(Y/N) sat in the chair in the hospital room as she starred at the two bodies that were on the tables, covered. She was still covered in blood, too deep into her thoughts. She didn't realize that her friends were outside talking about her.

"You don't tell me that this is a coincidence." Okoye whispered. "This would have been Wakanda if we didn't have the shield to protect us. Now their King is dead."

"We need to cancel out any other possible theories before we jump the gun and say it was the American's." T'Challa stated, Erik scoffed.

"Nigga, it was definitely America. I seen the footage of the fighting style and the guns. It was most definitely either a black op unit or a seal unit." Erik mentioned. "They were caught surprised because of her strength and wasn't able to take her down." Erik reminded him about the herb that ran through her body.

"I hate to say this, but it isn't suppose to be Amarah on that table. It was supposed to be Imani. The true heir to the throne." Nakia said looking at T'Challa.

"What we need to do is protect her, and protect the lands in Kambaho that has the vibranium. I've already talked to Shuri and the border tribe on what we could do to protect their citizens." T'Challa stated. They were about to say something but the door opened and Imani walked out, still in her gray dress with Amarah's blood.

"Imani beloved, let's get you cleaned up." Nakia whispered to her in a soft tone, but Imani stopped her handing her two tubes of blood.

"My father requested not to have an autopsy when he passed in belief that it would interfere with his crossover with the ancestors. These are mine and his blood samples." she handed them to her as Nakia looked at her confused.

"I'm confused, why-"

"I had the hospital clear out the basement labs for you to work. Can you find any abnormalities?" Imani asked.

"I thought that the Americans didn't get to you?" Okoye stated.

"No, I believe Oshana was working with the Americans to assassinate us." she said.

"Imani.. right now you shouldn't focus on this. You need to-" Erik went to touch her but she stepped back before yelling,

"No!" she exclaimed catching everyone off guard. "N-No, the Americans have no way of poisoning us unless they have an inside person to do so. When they attacked the palace, they knew exactly where to go and where we would be. Not only that, they were attacking and only jumping me. She-" She pointed at Amarah's dead body. "That happened by accident. I'm supposed to be on that table" Sighing, she scratched her forehead.

"If my father and I had died, the person to heir the throne would be Oshana and then her daughter. She would get what she wanted and so would the American's. Their assassination of me failed and I need to confirm it before I take further action." she told him. Nakia looked down at the tubes before grabbing them.

"If what she says is to be true, this is an obvious act of war." Okoye responded.

"It doesn't make sense. Why poison you if they were just going to come in and shoot?" Erik asked. "Seems a tad bit over-kill." he finished.

"Yeah... I have a few questions I need to ask Oshana."

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In the bunker that was miles from the castle, held Oshana. She was told for her protection. Erik and she entered the room as Oshana stood up.

"Where is Amorah!?" she exclaimed.

"She is-"

"She is in critical condition." Imani lied, cutting Erik off. Erik looked at her, catching on to what she was doing. "Wakanda health team is doing everything in their power to save her," she replied as she let out a relieved sigh.

"And my husband?" she asked.

"He's doing okay." Imani choked. She saw the disappointment in Oshana's eyes, but easily covered it up.

"Thank goodness," she said sitting down.

"We do have a few questions for you Oshana. There are some gaps in these events that aren't making any sense." Erik replied sitting across from her. She scoffed.

"What is this, an interrogation?"

"No, but we have to clear up every playing field that there could be a chance that the attempted assassination of my father and I," Imani stated as she looked at her.

"You mean the attempted assassination of my daughter and your father." she corrected her but she shook her head.

"See here is the thing. I'm not stupid. When we were attacked, they only attacked me." she said in a matter-of-fact tone. "In which I had to fight them off," she stated.

"Actually, about that. How were you able to do that?" Oshana asked leaning onto the table.

"Training with the Dora Milije proves to be very beneficial," she stated.

"I saw you throw almost a damn near 200-pound man into a window and shatter it. Ain't no amount of training in the world can do that," she told her. She was about to respond to the statement, but Erik handed her the tablet before looking at it.

The results for both her and her father came up. Cyanide was present in both her and her father's toxicology tests. He leaned down whispering in her ear,

"Even though the herb can protect you, we need to get you to a medical bay just to be sure. Cyanide is dangerous even with the herb," he whispered to her. She nodded looking back at him.

He knew that she was asking for a few more minutes with her before he nodded. "Oshana, I do have a question myself." He asked sitting beside her. "We took a toxicology report on both the King and Imani only to find cyanide in his systems. Do you know anything about it?" Erik asked her. One thing about Imani, she could read people like a children's book. It came to her easily.

The nervousness that Oshana attempted to hide ran through straight across Erik, but Imani caught it.

"Impossible if both the King and Princess had that in their systems they would be dead. And they are alive," she said pointing to Imani.

"Yeah about that..." Imani sighed. "My father is dead..." she snapped at her. The glimmer in her eyes was everything that concluded what she wanted.

"No..." she whispered standing up, creating a show. "No!" she exclaimed, thinking that Imani was next. Imani rolled her eyes, peeping at the exaggeration of her performance.

"How would Cynanide be discovered in his system?" she asked as Oshana scoffed.

"The hell if I know," she exclaimed. Imani nodded before standing.

"That's okay," she said picking up the rest of her stuff. "We will be talking to the people that decided to attack the palace," she said, she and Erik walking towards the door.

"Good luck with that. The black op units are trained not to talk Imani!" she yelled after her. Erik was already out the door before she said that, Imani was still inside the room but with the door open.

"How do you know it was the black ops," she yelled out. Realizing what she said the two of them turned around.

"How do you know it was the American Black ops?" Imani asked her. Standing there silent and in shock she exposed what she knew, Imani turned around to look at Erik. She then turned around and looked at Oshana. "Don't wanna answer that's fine. You can blame them for the death of your daughter also." A gasp escaped Oshana's lips as she stood up.

"You fucking winch. You lied about my fucking daughter!" she screamed with tears in her eyes. "You fucking monster with no empathy, you will die and burn for your sins." Within a split second, the door was shut, locked, and barricaded by a bar that even Erik couldn't get into. She walked closer to her as Erik banged on the metal door, attempting to get it open.

"You see him?" she asked pointing towards Erik and the guards attempting to get it open. "They think I'm about to kill you. I'm not going to lie I'm very tempted to do so," she responded as Oshana looked at her shocked.

"I know you killed my father and attempted to kill me you soulless beast," she whispered to her. "I know about the cyanide in my system," she told her.

"You would be dead if that-" she grabbed the end of the table throwing it against the wall. It caught Oshana off guard, and fear struck through her body.

"You killed my father... and your own daughter. You are the only person that's considered a fucking monster." she snapped at her, but Oshana stood up.

"Blasphemy! I did not kill my daughter. I did-"

"You may have not pulled the trigger, but you sure as hell gave them the gun," she whispered to her. Oshana looked at her in shock. "You get no sympathy from me. Sure you might get 15-30 years from killing your daughter, but killing the King. You might as well make peace with death."

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She sat in the room on the bed as Nakia did tests and gave her treatment to counteract the poison. "Nakia I feel okay, just let me go." she groaned sitting in the bay of the Wakanda Medical Research Center in the middle of the Indian Ocean.

"And that is why I can't let you go," Nakia replied handing her the test results. "You are the one and only person that has experienced cyanide poisoning with the herb. We gotta keep a close eye on you." Nakia finished as Shuri jumped in.

"The herb could be preventing any type of symptoms from showing up in hopes of saving you, but the poison itself could be working through your bloodstream and not showing any symptoms because of the herb," Shuri said looking at her. "All we are doing is protecting the true heir to the throne. If you die, Evil stepmama takes place." she joked as Imani rolled her eyes playfully.

"So far, vitals are good. We want to keep you here for a couple of more days. Keep an eye on you for the next couple of days just to confirm you are okay." Nakia said rubbing her back.

"Days? I need to make a press conference about my father and Amorah.!" she exclaimed.

"I got that in control," Erik replied grabbing her hand. "As the future king, I'll make the statement about what happened. We will tell the people that you are under quarantine and watch because of the potential poisoning." Erik stated as she shook her head.

"That won't work," Okoye said taking the words out of her mouth. "Cyanide is a poison that can kill any human. Considering she is a human with powers, it won't work because then people will know about the herb." Okoye said. "Plus, killing the King and his stepdaughter is an act of war. We can't lie and say it's something else. She takes the throne, they'll just attempt to kill her also." Okoye mentioned.

"Plus, Americans can twist the truth. Say she killed all of them in hopes of establishing the power of the throne. It's not a good look." Nakia mentioned. Imani held her face in her hands, tears rushing down her face.

For the first time in her life, she was stuck and didn't know how to become unstuck.

All of them looked at each other, knowing what they had to do. "My love, I think you need to come clean about who you are.." Erik trailed off before Imani looked at him.

"I can't," she whispered shaking her head.

"Imani, it's the only way that the world will believe you," Erik stated.

"No!" she exclaimed catching everyone off guard. "My people will know that I kept this from them, and so will the people and council of Wakanda. I can't let you risk that, They will deem me ass untrustworthy," she told Erik and looked at T'Challa.

"I can't let either of you risk that," she told them looking between the two of them.

"You must have forgotten but I'm the king. I made that call because I trusted you." T'Challa told her. "At this point, it's time we come clean,"

"I hate to bud in, but you knew this was going to happen eventually. happened. Though the council will be upset, we can present them with the benefits of you having the herb." Okoye stated.

"With that attack on Kambaho, it wouldn't be surprising if they are going to show hostility towards us. Approaching them with this, and having three people rulers with the herb, we have more than protection." Erik comforted her, rubbing her back.

She wiped her tears, her sadness overtaken with anger as she stared at the blank wall. "Once I'm released, I will make my way to the Wakanda and Kambaho council." she replied, Okoye and T"Challa nodded.

"We do have the Americans in holding. Okoye and I will be questioning them while you get some rest for the next couple of days." Erik said playing with her hair. "You guys, give us a minute," Erik said standing up. Everybody exited the bay, leaving the two of them alone.

"A lot is happening," she whispered to him.

"I know," he said sitting on the bed beside her. Though she was precise with everything she did, she couldn't help but get anxious when too much was happening at the same time. It didn't help her situation that she was a sitting duck.

Her father had died, her country was under attack, she herself was poisoned, she was in line to become Queen now and she had to come out about who she was.

"I don't even know what to do." she sighed putting her head in her hands, in complete defeat. Tears rushed down her face as she tried to get a grip on herself but she couldn't help it.

"Mani.. calm down my love.." he tried to comfort her but she snapped at him.

"I can't freaking calm down!" she yelled before she instantly regretted it. "I'm sorry Erik, I didn't mean to be so hostile but this- this is a lot. I have so much on my plate and my father isn't even here too" she stopped herself before making the realization that her father was no longer with her.

"Oh my..." she put her hand on her chest, her breathing beginning to hitch. "A-And my dad is dead." she cried as Erik grabbed her, pulling her into his chest. "My dad is dead!" she screamed into Erik's chest. Erik seeing her like this made a feeling of rage and anger he had never felt before since his father was found dead.

Someone was going to pay for this.

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OC Interview: Emmanuel Domingo

(dialogue responses to the OC interview prompt)

1. Please state your full name and occupation.

“Emmanuel José Domingo Alvarez, or Manny Domingo for shorter. I’m a physical trainer and a grad student, hoping to become a physical therapist!”

2. Tell us a little bit about yourself.

“I am a proud Guatemalan and first generation American citizen of my family, and first to go to college too, which I am so grateful for. I love the outdoors and playing sports; I’ve been an athlete since I was a little kid, as little as a baby, because my father says I kicked a lot before I was even born!” (laughs) “Let’s see…I have two wonderful partners, Phineas and Violet, who I adore with all my heart, and my dream is to build my own physical therapy practice and help people pursue recovery and healing at any shape, size, or condition!”

3. How would you describe your childhood?

“I think I had a wonderful childhood, despite missing a few things. My father did everything he could to make my life better and easier than his was and he made good on that promise. Growing up without my mother here was hard sometimes, but I was still surrounded with so much love and support, I didn’t want for anything even when my papà didn’t have a lot to give. I could do sports and make friends and I got good grades and made my papà proud, which was enough for me. I am very fortunate.”

4. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

“I wanted to represent Guatemala in the Olympics! I still think I could honestly, but that would mean a lot of work to change my current path, and I’m quite happy with where I am now!”

5. Do you have any role models? Tell us a little bit about them.

“Ah, so many! My papà, of course, he is my hero. A few athletes, notably Erick Borrondo, who was the first and only Guatemalan Olympic medalist. Serena Williams, but also Alok Vaid-Menon and Blair Imani. I look up to the people who I feel embody the spirit of being authentically who they are and fighting to reach their potential, or helping others to do the same.”

6. Are you introverted or extroverted? Why?

“Absolutely extroverted. I can’t help it. I love learning about people and meeting new friends. Phineas jokes that I’ve never met a stranger, and that’s true!” (laughs)

7. How would you describe yourself in three words?

“Passionate. Loving. Determined!!”

8. What do you like to do for fun?

“I love it when the three of us go hiking or to the beach together. Or cooking dinner with Violeta. She is a wonderful baker! I enjoy testing recipes with her. If I’m by myself I mostly enjoy going for a run out in nature, or watching anime. I can binge a whole series in a weekend if I’m not careful!”

9. What's your greatest achievement? Why do you consider this your greatest achievement?

This was answered in an ask, check the tag to find it!

10. What's your biggest goal? How do you hope to achieve this?

“I want to be able to help people achieve the best versions of themselves. I don’t know if that can count as a goal so much as an aspiration but it is something I think I’ll never achieve only once, but rather will always work towards. I get a lot of fulfilment and energy from helping others, it enriches me and makes me feel purposeful. I think because of this I will never truly be done working towards this goal because I know in my heart I’ll always be looking for ways I can help, moving from one to the next. It’s a good thing for me though, it makes me excited about the future.”

11. What does your dream room/house look like? Would you mind showing some inspiration pictures?

“Honestly I’d love to live in my childhood home! My father and I have been fixing it up, he’s been remodelling a few of the rooms and I help him some weekends. We have so much tied to that place, it’s a very special and comforting space. It has high ceilings and lots of natural light in the front room, a gorgeous sunroom where papà keeps some of his herb garden, and the kitchen is coming along with new cabinets and countertops. Little by little! If not that exact home I’d love something like it - warm and inviting and bright, with space for me and my loved ones to enjoy each other’s company.”

12. How would you describe your style?

“Athletic and comfortable. I am usually at the gym working with my clients so I am always dressed for that. Which I don’t mind, I feel stuffy in other clothes sometimes. If I’m not wearing gym clothes I’ll at least like to wear some decent shoes, and I always bring a hoodie or jacket wherever I go. I like being prepared.”

13. What's your favorite song?

“Ahhh I love music, this is a hard question! My go to answer for this question is usually What I Got by Sublime, but there are so so many more - Sweet Honey by Slightly Stoopid, Longview and When I Come Around by Green Day are also favourites —ah! Too many to name!”

14. Where are you happiest?

“Outside! Even on bad weather days I love being in nature. I often like to go on walks or lay in the sun on my patio or in the grass on the campus green. No matter what mood I’m in nature can always manage to bring me back in some way. It’s as close to a cure-all as I can get.”

15. Who is the most important person in your life? Why?

“It’s impossible for me to pick just one person, I love too many to say one is more important than the other.”

16. Do you believe in soulmates? Why or why not?

“I believe with all my heart that Phineas and Violet are my soul mates. I also believe my father and mother are soulmates. But I believe soulmates aren’t just lovers, you know? They’re friends. They’re mentors. They’re whoever makes you feel like your life is worth living. Maybe that’s not a soulmate to some people but it is to me.”

17. Have you ever been in love?

“I am so in love! I have been in love since I was very young. I continue to love just the same, even more now I think, because I know what it means to feel it.”

18. Have you ever been kissed?

“Oh most certainly. I don’t think I’ve gone a single day in recent memory where I haven’t been kissed. I’m so lucky for that.”

19. Describe an average day in your life.

“I like to get up early and start the day with black coffee at the window. It’s a good time to get myself some alone time and prepare for my day because no one is awake yet usually. After coffee I’ll have breakfast and then get ready for the day. I try to keep all my classes in the morning so that I can train my clients in the afternoons and evenings, so I work out after lunch before training, or if I have time I’ll try to get a workout in after breakfast and before classes. I try to keep busy so I tend to book clients until late, and typically I’ll be finished with my day around six or seven. Dinner with my loves is usually after that, and then I’ll do homework or study or spend time with them after that!”

20. Describe your nighttime routine.

“I try to walk every night for a little bit, which usually means I get to walk with Phineas and his dogs most evenings. Or if he isn’t up for it I’ll take them myself. I like doing that, they’re sweet and it makes me feel helpful. After that I’ll enjoy whatever Violet and Phineas have planned - for them, it’s usually movies or shows, and we like to take turns picking what to watch together. Sometimes we’ll play a game or I’ll play cards with Violet while Phineas reads, but my nights typically end with the two of them no matter what. After all that, I’ll shower and get in bed - Violet sleeps in and Phineas is an insomniac, so I’m usually the first to sleep, but they still like to cuddle up with me even if they don’t sleep right away, which is so very lovely.”

21. (Make up a question) Tell us a “low-stakes” unpopular opinion you have.

“Oye this might talk me out of a job but - exercise is free! You don’t have to buy anything, you can just move! The myth that there’s a right way or proper way to exercise is silly to me - go walk, jump up and down, dance in your living room! Exercise is free and it can be anything you want it to be! I dislike the narrative society has created that tricks people into feeling like movement needs to be competitive or prescribed or on a membership basis. You can do whatever you want, you can move however you want - my father used to chop wood in the back yard to work out, we didn’t have a fire place! There are less rules than you think, have fun!”

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fangaminghell · 1 year

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Fuck it I'm waiting in line.

So in this au there's no pokemon nor is there, like, any threats to the world or anything. Which means Arrow's parents are still alive, as is Blair's family and Nancy, etc. So basically everyone is more chill.

Ryland and Arrow were childhood friends until something drove them and they haven't seen each other in years. Fast forward to Arrow, who recently moved back into their small town to work at the local tattoo due to them stating on rough times. Their parents, thankfully, took them in with open arms until Arrow is ready to get back on their feet. And while they are happy to be back home and with their parents, they aren't thrilled at the idea of seeing Ryland again. Mainly due to the fear that he hates them after all these years.

Ryland works at the floral shop right across the street from the parlor. He doesn't own it, that's Florin and Flora, but the place is pretty successful all things considered. May or may not have a rivalry with the tattoo parlor. The next thing the two know, they dump into each other and the chaos starts from there.

Some minor things:

Imani and Flynn are college students. Imani is a freshman and aiming for a fashion degree and Flynn is a Sophomore for Nursing. Though she's reconsidering or planning on taking a minor.

Imani seems to work everywhere, so she works part time in both the parlor and floral shop, as well as other establishments. So chances are she knows a lot of gossip.

And yeah! That's the general overview of the au! You can add if you wanna, I don't mind :)

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marimelwrites · 10 months

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Open Starter: Any male 21+ Plot: Based on THIS POST HERE! [Starter written using beta editor]

Imani stared at the man she had the largest crush on. It seemed so childish to want to impress him, to make him see her as something other than a young girl. It didn't help that she had a baby face. He didn't seem to buy it.

Placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at him, she stated firmly, "I can be sexy! Look at me!"

With a slow spin she stopped and held her arms out away from her body. "You're seriously going to tell me that I'm not sexy? Not at all?" She wasn't sure she could handle the humiliation if he wasn't attracted to her in the least. Her mind already running through a list of what she might do to get out of there if she was faced with monumental embarrassment.

#indie open #indie rp #indie starter #open starter #open imani starter #open imani starter 01 #ref: imani miller #//starter was made using beta editor

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talesofmetalandmagic · 1 year

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Hathor – Unconditional Love

Hathor is a Poro. All Poros are kind of the same: soft, innocent, loving, affectionate, huggable and joyful. They have a range of emotions and specific differences, but no Poro can be any other way.

Hathor specifically was chosen by Nasus for being a very sociable pet who loves being cuddled and gives off easy affection, because she's meant as a comfort pet for Azir to cuddle up with and feel less alone.

She's low-maintenance, as she doesn't require much to spend time with her master. She enjoys cuddles, a place to snuggle into and snackies. Azir sometimes smears his long birb fingers with spices or sweets – anything but milk or honey – and lets Hathor lick them. It's a pleasant, grounding tickling sensation, and Hathor looks so fulfilled.

Hathor teaches Azir one thing – unconditional love.

Nasus loves Azir too, but he also has expectations for him. Help me save my brother, defeat Xerath, give me peace of mind. Sivir, Taliyah and the other members of his entourage learn to love Azir once he himself changes his behavior and becomes humbler and kinder, but it takes time. Zeina, Ibrahim and Imani loved him a lot, and he loved them, but their love was also conditioned by Azir's state as the Emperor. They were a queen, a prince, and a princess, and that didn't count on nothing. They'd not have stopped loving him if he wasn't Emperor anymore, but things would have been different.

As for the others... his parents? Renekton? Goddamn Xerath?

Hathor loves Azir because he's Azir, and she claimed him.

Azir could be anything, an Aspect to the lowliest of beggars, a warrior or a peasant, even an actual tyrant, and she'd love him anyway.

Because he is just... Azir. And the rest doesn't matter.

. . .

"I'm abdicating tomorrow, Hathor", Azir tells her.

They're back home, back at the Royal palace. All his advisors are there. His followers. His entourage. Even some of Renekton's rogues, which he took in after the fall of their leader. Azir is back in his old room, the one he'd share with his Zeina. The one where his children would snuggle up whenever they had night terrors. The one that belonged to his parents before himself, and his father's parent before that.

The one where it all began.

He claims a magnificent round bed, like a blooming sun, wreathed in delicate lace sheets that feel and look like clouds. This time, he sleeps alone. No lover by his side, because both romance and lust – like many joyful things – are of the past. Hathor is his only company, and she cuddles up to Azir's chest to receive pets and lick his fingers in their known ritual. Azir dips his hand in a nearby cup of orange juice and brings it to Hathor's tongue. She licks it until the tip.

"From tomorrow onward, I'll no longer be Emperor Azir. I'll just be... Azir."

Walk back from your folly, child of shame, his father's ghost hisses in his ear. The world itself will be the rod that canes you, and every blow will be deserved.

That old geezer has a script as old as himself. But it's always as effective.

"And you'll just be Hathor, the Poro. They'll love us, and thank us. Maybe they'll let me sit by their side, and claim a slice of my old power. If my advice has any meaning left."

Hathor brushes her face onto Azir's chest and licks it once again. She's so tender he almost doesn't understand.

"Or, if need be... I'll pack my bag, pull up my cloak, and walk off into banishment. Nasus swears he'll come with me, but we both know he's needed here. But you'd follow me, wouldn't you? I'd find ways to feed you"

He pets the Poro's fur and pulls up the covers, because he feels colder yet.

"I'm scared, Hathor. I'm terrified. I know what has to be done, but I've never not been royalty.

Except when Xerath took him, and humiliated him. Are you the Emperor, Azir? No, I'm not. I'm not. I'm not.

I won't be.

"I know it's the right thing. That doesn't make it hurt less." He sighs, rubbing his face with his palm. Hathor just snuggles closer, searching for bird warmth. "I will lose everything. They will remember me this way. Azir the Abdicator."

"But you don't mind, do you?"

After his return to his old chambers, Azir had found the remains of a doll that used to belong to Imani. Iris was her name, and despite the ages – she's lost an arm, most of her woolen dreadlocks, and her dress is tattered – she's still soft enough. He washed it himself and gave it to Hathor, who cherishes it as if she was new. She'd have loved you. I miss you so much, little princess. If only you knew what your father has endured...

"I wish the world was more like you, and less like..."

Xerath. My father.

Me.

Azir kisses the Poros' fur, wraps himself and Hathor in the sheets and keeps petting her as sleeps overtakes him. Tomorrow will be a grand day, for better or worse. But whatever happens, someone will be there.

#lol #league of legends #azir #omah azir #emperor azir #Hathor the poro #azir’s new groove #your emperor has learned of poros

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aurorabayrpg · 11 months

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On Friday night Ocean Crest Apartments caught fire, having started in a vacant apartment on the 10th floor. What was originally thought to have been an accident though was quickly discovered to be an act of arson.

Ten minutes after the fire in Ocean Crest began, town hall was raided and set on fire from within. Aurora Bay's mayor, Raymond Ellis, was found tied to a chair. He was rushed to the Emergency Medical Center but due to his severe burns and smoke inhalation, he did not survive.

It is evident that there were multiple people involved in this, though no one has been found guilty at this time.

Detective Diego Martinez is leading the investigation, so there is no doubt in anyone's mind that there will be an end to this soon.

Sadly, though, not everyone made it out of the Ocean Crest. The apartment fire took the lives of three residents from extensive burn injuries and smoke inhalation, and the town hall's fire took the lives of two.

While Ocean Crest is still standing, there is quite a lot of damage done to the interior. The fire damaged most of the top floors rather than those below, but those who live in Ocean Crest must find places to stay during renovations, which will take approximately one month. Thankfully since school is out for the summer, the shelters will stay in place in the gymnasiums in our Elementary and High School, and the Seascape Hotel will offer discounted rates for those affected by the fire. Just like we did during the storm our town saw a few months ago, we will take care of our residents to the absolute best of our ability.

Ocean Crest Deaths:

Darren Winters (NPC)

Tina Delores (NPC)

Adrian Hollyn (NPC)

Town Hall Deaths:

Mayor Raymond Ellis (NPC)

Secretary Karen Michaels (NPC)

Those injured:

Celeste Zhao (Natasha Liu Bordizzo) - smoke inhalation

Connor Rose (Andrew Garfield) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding) - smoke inhalation

Jude Bordelon (Charlie Hunnam) - smoke inhalation, burns on arm and chest

Lucas Donovan (Tom Holland) - smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Wes Evans (Timothee Chalamet) - Smoke inhalation, burn on his arm.

Suspects:

Blake Dixon (Hailee Steinfeld)

Darcy Anthony (Zendaya Coleman)

Evie Watson (Maya Hawke)

Imani Lihn (Karrueche Tran)

Jackson Ellis (Alex Fitzalan)

Jameson Cassidy (Joseph Quinn)

Ulysses Flynn (Jacob Elordi)

Head Detective on the case:

Diego Martinez (Oscar Isaac)

Firefighters that helped:

Cristian Valdes (Pedro Pascal)

Dallas Jones (Mason Gooding)

Raleigh Reese (Sophia Bush)

A statement from our Head Detective will be given within the next few days.

OOC Info below the cut:

While it is now known that the Mayor was stealing money from the town, the fact that the fires are linked to that is still speculation at this time.

People will have heard about masked figures that were spotted fleeing the scenes of both crimes that night, so there will definitely be talk of that.

The suspects are listed above, so feel free to have characters completely believe they are guilty or totally innocent. (but of course, none of the suspects above are guilty, as the culprits are both NPCs, but it just adds to the drama!)

What people will start to realize is that the descriptions of the masked figures seen leaving the scenes will not match the descriptions of any of the names listed above, so with that, along with other evidence that will come out slowly, the suspects above will be ruled out.

We've asked the mun of Diego Martinez if they would like to write a statement for him to share, so that will be posted along with more information about the event as the mystery starts to unfold!

If you have police officers or firefighters who would like to make statements, please message the main and we can plot it out!

As stated above, those who are living in Ocean Crest will need to find places to stay until renovations are done. Feel free to plot out temporary-roommates or anything like that! anyone without a person to stay with can stay in either of the school gyms, or can rent out a room at the hotel or b&b

So! The mystery has yet to be sovled! We wanted to give time for characters to speculate about what is going on and who is behind it! We love the IC drama and there's just so much that can happen with this!

Admin notes will come out every few days with more information on what has happened and what's going on. We'll also keep our muns who have characters heavily involved in the case in the loop!

As always, after the first three open starters are posted, please reply to at least two before posting your own!

You may continue threads from the event, but please tag them aurorabay.fire

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jaanusbooktalk · 2 years

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Rise To The Sun by Leah Johnson - Book Review

9/10 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

TWs: parental loss, gun violence, panic attacks, non-consensual image sharing

(TWs are in order of severity, please take them seriously!)

I finished Rise to the Sun 2000 miles in the air somewhere above the southeastern United States. I was, literally, rising to the sun. This book touched my heart in so many ways, and there is a disturbing lack of Pinterest boards about it? (Someone needs to get on that, asap).

I feel so lucky to have read so many amazing books about queer POC this summer, and this one is definitely at the top of that list. It’s been a long time since a book made me laugh out loud at a joke or exclaim “SERIOUSLY?” at a plot twist. A long time since I’ve felt in conversation with the characters instead of just watching them. Olivia and Toni truly warmed my heart (and convinced me to have an appreciation for live music despite having a general fear of crowds). If you’re a music fan, a festival fan, a romantic, or all of the above this is for you!

Summary:

“Three days. Two girls. One life-changing music festival.

Olivia is an expert at falling in love . . . and at being dumped. But after the fallout from her last breakup has left her an outcast at school and at home, she’s determined to turn over a new leaf. A crush-free weekend at Farmland Music and Arts Festival with her best friend is just what she needs to get her mind off the senior year that awaits her.

Toni is one week away from starting college, and it’s the last place she wants to be. Unsure about who she wants to become and still reeling in the wake of the loss of her musician-turned-roadie father, she’s heading back to the music festival that changed his life in hopes that following in his footsteps will help her find her own way forward.

When the two arrive at Farmland, the last thing they expect is to realize that they’ll need to join forces in order to get what they’re searching for out of the weekend. As they work together, the festival becomes so much more complicated than they bargained for, and Olivia and Toni will find that they need each other, and music, more than they ever could have imagined.”

TL;DR Two girls have a chance meeting at a music festival in northern Georgia and end up getting way more than either of them bargained for.

Let’s talk representation:

This section is gonna be short - not for lack of rep but bc it’s pretty simple and I’m sleepy. This is not really an own voices review, so this is just listing the representation I saw and not my take on it.

Olivia and Toni are both queer Black girls (Olivia is going into her senior year of highschool and Toni into her freshman year of college).

Imani & Peter, the respective best friends, are also of color (not gonna elaborate on rep here bc spoilers).

I am a member of the LGBTQ+ community, so I can affirm that from my POV the wlw rep was good - realistic. It didn’t portray the relationship as something perfect or overly dramatic - it was like any other love story in all the best ways: flawed.

There is a character who experiences panic attacks, so 1. Please take those content warnings seriously (listed at the beginning of the book) 2. It’s accurate, painfully so.

And ofc I’m not gonna review a book by an author that isn’t of the communities they’re writing about, so this is an “Own Voices” book🤗

What I Liked:

Whewww 😮‍💨 I could talk about this book for ages. To start, let’s talk about character development. When I say flawed characters I mean flawed characters and I loved seeing their growth and knowing that it didn’t need to all work out in the end, they would keep working with what they had.

Clear communication, good messages about life & living in the moment, some close to home moments for American readers dealing with the regular gun violence here, the works.

Rise to the Sun was written during quarantine and I think that’s part of why it inspires me so much- it makes me happy to know that during one of the loneliest times in the nation someone was able to write a love story this beautiful, celebrating human connection - the one thing we were missing so desperately.

There’s a special place in my heart for queer love stories involving music, especially duos. Maybe it’s the ex. choir kid talking, but someone singing a song with you is such an intimate and massive thing at the same time, & I think that captures music festivals perfectly.

I also really really can’t wait for the pandemic to be over now so I can go to my first concert! The last music festival I went to was a Reggae festival a couple towns over & though I don’t remember enough, this book awakened some good memories 🎶

Why I couldn’t give it a 10:

Full disclosure, I was sure this was going to be a ten for over half the book. Olivia’s character was well done, I thought, because yes she was flawed but I was sure she was going to have a moment of realization/redemption. That moment came… but it wasn’t equal to the level of problem if that makes sense? Which has honestly been my problem with some books in the past.

I understand she has low self esteem and has been going thru it, but her automatic response to [redacted for spoilers] was uncomfortable. I had to put down the book and take a break, and convince myself to finish. I’m glad I did, but that was a major almost DNF moment. I think Olivia had some deeper problems beyond just being selfish and those weren’t really addressed? I would recommend therapy 😭

I’m so grateful for Imani’s character for calling stuff out and showing that friendships can be … complicated and definitely far from perfect. She deserved better.

I’m glad Olivia got her HEA but at the same time I wasn’t rooting for her as much by the time we got there. This was just my personal take on it so others may feel differently though, and I understand that!

It took a point off but overall I’m happy I finished the book and I loved how sincerely hopeful it was. Truly Rising To The Sun.

I sincerely recommend this to:

Fans of Nicola Yoon (The Sun Is Also A Star, Everything Everything) ⭐️

People who are obsessed with Woodstock & music history 📖

Queer musicians 🏳️‍🌈

Folk music enthusiasts 🪕

Rupi Kaur fans (specifically her book Sunflower) 🌻

People who have seen Heartstopper📺

I promise you won’t regret picking up this book! Definitely check out some of the quotes if you get the chance😍

(I also have a lot of drafts for reviews so there will be more coming soon after I finish my library books 😅)

#rise to the sun #leah johnson #book review #bipocbookstagram #poc books #booklr #diverse reads #lgbtq books #happy pride 🌈#musicfestival #wlw books #flawed characters #nicola yoon #rupi kaur #folk music #heartstopper #woodstock #queer musicians #right person right time

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ask-hauyne-and-orion · 1 year

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( Imani paces back and forth in the inn room she's in. Her Primarina, June, is out of his ball, watching his trainer pace around with a concerned look. )

( Today was tiring. Between having to explain herself in front of her friends,to learning more about Hauyne, then learning even more about Hauyne from Melia and Aelita. Suffice to say, she feels like a jerk after what she said earlier. For saying she was angry. Though, the more she thought about it, the more she felt like she had a right to be. Still, Melia and Aelita stating how Hauyne shrewd her own story to make her seem like a villain was eye opening. She frowned at the idea of viewing oneself as that. It's....kinda miss how much people care for you, doesn't it? Despite the countless mistakes people still care and want to be around you..maybe that's hypothetical, coming from her, but Arrow-)

' Arrow! What would Arrow do?'

( Imani thinks long and hard about this, going through the memories that she had with Arrow up to know. One finally comes to mind. The memory was right after the School of Nightmares, Imani locked herself into her room. It was immature, she knows, but she needed to be alone. And yet, when Arrow asked to come in, she let him)

' You're just a kid, you know,' they said that day, ' You have the whole world on your shoulders.'

( Imani looks at them quizzically, prompting Arrow to continue)

' There's people who care about you, and are more than glad to help you carry the burden. I'm more than willing. Please don't forget that,'

( Imani still frowns, looking off to the side)

' But....but all of this started because of my own existence. Maybe things would be better off if I -'

'Shut up'

'Huh?!'

( Imani looks to see Arrow with a genuine frown, their eyebrows furrowed. Were they- angry?!)

' There are people who care about you tremendously. People who you made their lives so much better. Do you really think we would be better off without you, Imani?'

' I-'

' We love you, Imani. Flaws and all. Never forget that'

( The memory fades, and Imani's heart is a brazen. She looks at her starter with great determination.)

" I know what to do now. But I don't know how,"

( She walks up to June, once again cupping his face)

" I think an apology would do it. Not about being angry, but being so quick to judge. And...hmmmm"

( Imani ponders a bit more. The banter between Hauyne and Kali. Specifically the one about her Alolan Ninetales.)

" You think Hauyne is up for a makeover during our downtime? She did mention her Ninetales enjoying fashion...."

( June's eyes light up and he barks happily. Imani grins ear to ear)

" Yeah! I knew you'd get it. So that's the plan for tomorrow! During our downtime we give Hauyne the best makeover ever!"

( June barks again and Imani never felt better. She returned him to his ball, and said her good nights to everyone. That night, she wouldn't wipe the smile off her face if she tried. )

[ooc: resend via ask! Also Imani makeover......2!!!!!]

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(Tonight was another one of those nights for Hauyne.)

(Not wanting to spend the rest of the hours tossing and turning, Hauyne quietly snuck out into the Zorrialyn Coast. As she didn’t want to wake anyone, she left her Pokemon in her room - including her first partner, Kali. God knows she needs her rest; a Mythical she may be, but she isn’t immune to the call of slumber like Hauyne is. Thus, she left the Zeraora to her rest.)

‘Nice weather tonight,’ she mused idly, feeling the sea breeze caressing her face. ‘The skies are clear, the moon is full, and not a trace of light pollution to be seen. The best time to stargaze...’

(She directed her gaze heavenward, allowing herself bask in the rhythmic crashes of the waves against the shore. Even when she’s worlds away, the sounds of the sea never failed to soothe her spirit. It’s only a pity that she could never know the joys of swimming ever again... even the mere thought of going for a dip sent lances of phantom pains searing through her chest.)

(She quashed down the memory of her nearly drowning, in the very beginning on her journey...)

(From deep within her very being, she felt the stirrings of a familiar song emerging. She didn’t fight it, instead letting it flow freely, allowing a poignant sorrow to bleed into her usually dispassionate voice.)

“For whom weeps the storm? Her tears on our skin~ The days of our years gone, Our souls soaked in sin~”

(Her eyes fluttered shut, allowing herself to be enveloped in the song. The rest of lyrics had faded away into the tranquil darkness, yet it mattered not; she was more than familiar with the song to know the exact words that had spilled from her lips. Before long, the final verse had been sung, and Hauyne moved on to a different song. As she sung, the weight pressing against her heart lessened and lessened, and eventually it lifted just enough to feel as if she could finally breathe freely...)

(Eventually, the final song came to a close, giving way to serene silence. Feeling much better than she had before, Hauyne opened her eyes once more. In the lonely coast illuminated only by the glow of the moon, it looked as if her brilliant blue eyes were shining with a preternatural light. Though it could be merely them reflecting the moonlight.)

(Well, anyhow, she felt calm enough to return to her room. Still, there’s one more thing she wanted to do before leaving...)

(A strange yet familiar energy pooled within her chest, building and growing until it felt as if it was going to burst at any moment. Then, she released it, unleashing it all in the form of a thunderous roar. One so powerful, she could practically feel the air ripple violently under its sheer volume and might. It echoed satisfyingly, gradually fading away towards the horizon.)

‘Here’s hoping no one figures this out,’ she snickered to herself at that thought. ‘Or maybe they did, but they’re too nice to point it out.’

(It didn’t matter, anyway. She had vented out everything that she had kept bottled up, and she honestly couldn’t care less if people knew that she was the source of the rumoured “dragon’s roar”. It was, quite honestly, rather cathartic. She could see why dragon Pokemon had loved to roar so much.)

(Dusting off the sand off her clothes, Hauyne spared the night horizon one last glance, before making her way back to Sashila Village.)

#roleplay #interceptor oc: hauyne #[ooc: something peaceful after that angst fest lol]#[ooc: and here we have a live demonstration of the noble's roar technique!]

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miszswan · 2 years

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CALIFORNIA NUMB - INTRODUCTION

content warning : mentions of mature topics such as sexual content, anxiety, eating disorders, a tad bit of angst, sexual innuendoes, alcohol, drugs and sensitive language

𝘪. Take one look at imani mathenge and you’ll see a happy girl with a smile as bright as the stars. Was the smile genuine? Yes. Was it always that way? No, for many years of her life it was an absolute fake, plastic smile.

𝘪𝘪. She could remember it like it started yesterday. A two year old Imani accompanied by her parents and older siblings the family of six decided to go spend the day at Northgate Mall. After wandering around for an hour the family decided to go to the ice rink.

𝘪𝘪𝘪. Now keep in mind that the oldest of the Khumalo well currently Mathenge siblings was only seven and following him was the twins at age six and the youngest of the bunch at two. Due to that, neither Kamaria or Dingane were to keen on taking their kids ice skating.

𝘪𝘷. Nevertheless the sweet innocent Imani wanted to try it out. At first she fell flat on her face. Her father who was just putting on his skates to her on the rink immediately rushed over. He expected to find a crying, wailing child instead the toddler laughed as she pushed herself to her feet. With a sigh he took the tiny hand and the two took the stage. Now although it took a few rounds before the girl was able to skate properly and on her own, she managed. At the very young age of two years old Amogelang Imani Khumalo managed to skate around the whole rink.

𝘷. That’s when Dingane Khumalo knew that his daughter was destined to become an figure skater. That’s quite a rare case you see. A professional ice skater in a country where there are barely any ice rinks in a country to begin with, but nevertheless she succeeded. She began lessons, went to competitions, earned hundreds of trophies and medals. Within her first 8 years of her career her name was well known throughout the ice skating world.

𝘷𝘪. That’s how the Khumalo family ended up in Kentucky. Dingane Khumalo had been looking into other places or training facilities for his daughter to learn. So when he gets a call from a team in the United States he’s overjoyed and more than proud of his youngest daughter.

𝘷𝘪𝘪. So with some convincing the Khumalo family of six moved across the world. To a small neighborhood in Louisville, Kentucky. That’s how our two lovebirds met. Looking back on it, it’s a very funny story. On her first day at her new school, Imani the mysterious African new girl that everyone had been whispering about for hours sat at a table with people yapping into ear left right and center. Then there he came. Jackman Harlow pushed his way through the crowd and sat across her. Before introducing himself Jack took the liberty of stealing one of her apple slices.

𝘷𝘪𝘪𝘪 Now one thing many have learned in the past was to never steal Imani’s food ( mainly because she starved herself half of the time to keep in shape) but because of that she was so focused on that one missing slice she missed his whole introduction. So the moment Jack stopped talking, Imani began to yell at him. Next thing the two knew, a teacher had forced them to ‘hug it out’ to make amends. Once Imani got home after ice skating practice she realized how childish she was, so in order to truly make amends the ten year old baked a red velvet cake and took it over to the Harlow household ( who so conveniently lived across the street ) she apologized to the boy for yelling and he did the same. From that very moment a small flower blossomed into a beautiful friendship.

𝘪𝘹 That friendship was the one thing that kept Imani afloat for the upcoming years. Her training became more intense and before she knew it she was competing in the Winter Olympics, at the early age of sixteen she became the youngest black person to win a gold medal at the Olympics. What should’ve been a victorious moment and an amazing memory became the soul reason for her demise. For the moment she won that medal, everything went down hill. Her father became a bigger douche bag than before. He pushed her further, made her eat certain things which pushed her further than she should’ve been.

𝘹 All of the practices, exercises and early mornings, all of the lies that came out of her fathers mouth all came down to one of her qualifiers in 2014. She could remember ever detail of the events leading to the epic finale. It started with her surgery a few weeks before, then it was her father practically dragging her out two days before her competition to make a routine to win the hearts of the judges, then it lead to her not sleeping for those two days, then moments before her performance she remembers stuffing a bunch of painkillers down her throat to avoid the aching pain in her back. Next thing she knew she was skating, leaped into the air for a split second the collapsed onto the ground.

𝘹𝘪 After that day everything changed, mostly for the better. Once her healing process was complete, Imani finally began to take control of her life and before she knew it, she was living the dream that her father had forced her to bury years ago. That dream came with choices, most of her choices got her roles and opportunities to grow as a woman while others practically forced her away from her family, specifically her best friend. So what happens when she sees him for the first time in months? Will they still have the same connection and bond before or will things be different?

savannah lee smith ━━━ imani mathenge

featuring...

jack harlow. . . . himself

urban wyatt. . . . himself

lil nas x. . . . himself

dylan o’brien. . . . himself

phoebe dynevor. . . . herself

jordan fisher . . . . bakari mathenge

zeus irons . . . .mandle mathenge

ryan destiny . . . . kamili mathenge

chloe bailey. . . . chloe dawson

halle bailey . . . . halle dawson

maude apatow. . . . hazel pereira

rachel zegler. . . . herself

fah yongwarree. . . . mekhala zhao

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Stargirl cast as themselves

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calypsoff2 · 2 years

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Ninety One. Part 2

I truly didn’t expect this from Robyn, and it shocked me and with her still hugging me I wasn’t going to move her, and I surely wasn’t going to not hold her back but the silence of this whole home and I felt hot because of the stares. It’s weird because in a way that’s her dad, let her mourn don’t stare, this is just extended family, so I really don’t know these people. She is still crying in my arms, Monica came out and then stopped just seeing us “please give them space” Monica said which woke the gathered people up, they started walking off, Monica didn’t say anything but turned away “I am so sorry this has happened Robyn” she smells so good, I have missed her so much and I felt myself just melting into her hug “dad you’re here!” Tianna said, I opened my eyes. Robyn then moved back “yeah I’m here” leaning down and hugging her “damn you a whole different skin shade now, you good?” She nodded her head “I’m just going to speak to your mom yeah, go and see Imani” she gasped “Imani is here” I nodded my head “yeah she’s outside” she ran off, looking over at Robyn. I’m being shameful, let me take my shades off “don’t mind me I’m tired, I just landed in Cali. Then Mel called me, so I came here. I’m a little out of it” folding my glasses “sorry, I just ruined your top” looking at my shoulder “oh that’s nothing, I’m so sorry about your dad. It’s not something I want to go through in life, I’m sorry” it’s so hard “thank you for coming and it’s ok, I appreciate you coming. I expected it to happen, but I actually wasn’t ready at the same time, and yeah. I just knew he was getting there, and it kills me because of Dolly. And again, I just need a moment” she sniffled “mommy, mommy, mommy!” Imani has now seen her mom “hey baby” Robyn smiled with tears falling “you crying?” Imani said “I’m just sad, it’s ok. I’m ok, I missed you” she said and then sobbed out, she’s going to be in this emotional state of course “dad, mom is sad” Imani is getting sad “I know baby, just be patient with mommy, she’s very upset” placing my hand on Robyn’ shoulder “why? I’m sorry mommy” Robyn just face planted on my shoulder and cried out “Imani its ok, mommy is ok. Don’t get upset” there is a-lot of emotions here.

I’ve gave my condolences to pretty much everyone in the house besides Monica; not on purpose but I haven’t seen her since. I just need to see her and then I can leave them to it, I’ll ask if Robyn wants me to take the kids, she seems to be in no state to deal with them. There she is, is she avoiding me, maybe she knows. If she does then I will take it, she’s going to be upset on behalf of her daughter of course so I need to take it “I’m sorry for your loss, I know he’s your ex but he’s still the father of your kids” Monica nodded her head “thank you” she said, oh she gave me the look “I am glad you came for my daughter and thank for being respectful and treating us the same even though I know something is off, I don’t wish to speak on it on this day but it’s hurtful to read about my daughter and it coming from you, when I trust you with her whole life” putting my head down “I want my daughters happiness and to know the things that I really didn’t want to know upset me, I mean the whole situation seemed so silly; but it’s not my place, all I ask of you is be there for her” Monica walked off “Chris” now I know why she walked off, Robyn is here “erm, yeah if you can take Imani and Junior with you that is fine. I don’t expect you to wait around, it’s unfair on you and I know you feel awkward and there is gossiping going on, just stupid and I’m not in the mood for it, so if I pack Junior’ things can you take him” nodding my head “I can, do you want me to come to the funeral?” I asked, “I would like to come there to support you” I added quickly because I do, I am there for her “it’s down to you but it’s tomorrow, because we already knew so it’s quick” nodding my head “unless you think it’s too much for you?” I don’t want to impose “no, I want you to come” she wants me to come, so I will “it’s just going to be another circus show but whatever, I should be used to it” she walked off, she is upset, angry, hurt and people don’t help. I mean of course they going to know, this shit was on the blogs, the whole world knows. Looking around me, it is awkward, and I hate it and I hate people are just thinking of the texts and the girl, just a mess and I am so angry with myself. Maybe I will cause more of an issue going but then Robyn wants me there, she wants me to support her so fuck the rest, fuck everyone that is staring because I’m going to be there.

Holding the hotel door open “go on then baby” Imani walked into the room “we have another guest” Herb said, “we do, we got my little one now too” letting the door close behind me as I walked into the room “let me take him” Herb room Junior from me “he gained weight you know” I laughed “you can tell can’t you” I laughed at him saying that “so how is Rih?” Placing the bag down “devastated, I went to the house, and it was going to be a quick thing because I told you that I would be back didn’t I, well as soon as I got in she just ran to me and hugged me, cried in my arms. I held her and yeah” I sighed out “just horrible, his funeral is tomorrow” Herb cringed “you going?” Nodding my head “I asked, and she wants me there” walking behind Herb to sit down “I think those tears were mixed between seeing you and her dad” I laughed “relax with that” he’s dumb “I’m being serious” he’s stupid “how far is Jamaica from here” I asked “why you going there for, man I don’t know. I am tired, for now I am sleeping or they burying her dad there?” I stared at Herb like a dumbass he is “she is Barbadian, why on earth would they be doing that?” Herb laughed, then he screamed out laughing “oh shit, I am sorry. I am just tired, but why are you going there? Well want to go there for?” I blew out air “well I want to see a man there, we just became friends I would say, I want to ask him if Robyn and I make it, he never ever once said we would spilt but he said my mouth would get me in trouble, I just wanted to ask him, I just needed some guidance” I shrugged “I can give you guidance, just comfort her and then you will be back in the bed again?” he is a dumbass “I am not doing that, idiot” I mean I could do that because Robyn is very venerable right now, and the whole thing could work in my favour but no, that is wrong. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, Robyn is calling me “hello” Imani is annoying Junior now “hey, I just wanted to say that come to the house in the morning, I will need to dress the kids and if you can. Wear a suit, I don’t think you will have one, and you’re too skinny for my brothers’ suits, erm. You know where my auntie store is? You know swan street, it’s in the city” I remember it “yeah, I will find it. Is there a store there?” Robyn went silent “uh yeah there is, but the man may charge you more because you’re foreign, try and haggle him say you know my auntie” I chuckled “ok, I will get a suit then. You good?” I asked “just preparing, I have a lot on. Speak soon” she put the phone down, now I have to get a suit from a guy that will charge me more money, Robyn called again “hello” I answered, “tell Herb to come too, be good for you” letting out an oh “ok then” she put the phone down “we need to go and get suits, she said you can come for me” Herb looks so grumpy.

Junior woke me twice, but it was ok, he was just fussing but we made it at Robyn’ house like eight in the morning, I bought my suit with me “mommy said to come upstairs dad” Rylee said, “oh ok, have you ate?” I asked “yes, I think mom wants you to help her” looking at Herb “just go in, I will be back “hold my suit” I said to Rylee “it’s big dad” she took it from me “I know just drag it up the stairs as you can, fixing Junior in my arms as I made my way up the stairs “Imani!” I looked down at her “don’t be playing around now” I said to her, I know she can be annoying people “I not dad” Robyn wants me in the bedroom “is your mom ok? You taking care of her” I asked Rylee “she doesn’t want to speak to us, she said she is sorry but then she made us go to sleep early” letting out an oh “be easy on your mom today, just be good for her” reaching to the top of the steps “is she in her bedroom?” I asked “yes” patting to the top of her head “let have the suit, I will speak to after” Robyn isn’t in a good mood then I guess, my hands are so full. I have Junior, his bag, this suit so I can’t exactly knock so I will just kick the door “Robyn” I kicked it a little, stepping back from the door “you came” she opened the door “yeah, I wasn’t sure how early you wanted me to come” walking into her bedroom “it’s ok, can you get the kids ready for me. Just taking time” she looked up at me, oh she hasn’t slept all night “uh yeah sure” I said, “was he ok with you?” nodding my head “he was good, can I just leave my suit here?” I asked “yeah sure, my bed is a mess anyways” placing it on the bed, Junior is whining, he wants his mother of course, now that he has seen her.

My girls look so pretty in their dresses, I mean it’s not a place I want them to go too, and it is their first time, so this is going to be hard on them “my pretty girls” I said “Rylee, be careful with Junior. Take him to Mel or Herb” she is picking him up with her skinny self, he is chubby for her “be careful” I said to her as she walked off with him in her arms, making my way out of the room. I do and then I don’t want to see Robyn, maybe I should see how she is and stuff, but I also want to give her that space, I don’t want to be all in her space, she might not want that, but I will. I think it’s only right to check on her, to see how she is. Slowly making my wat to her room, I am dragging my feet really. I just feel like she is always hurt from me, and I am here just all in her face, it’s not good. Her door is open already, poking my head around but then knocked because from where I can see she is in the bathroom “it’s me” I said, “oh come in” she said, walking into the bedroom “I came to get my suit” I pointed, I mean I have an excuse “it’s fine” she came out of the bathroom, she is wearing a black dress, her hair up in a high bun “how are you?” I asked “could be better” nodding my head “yeah of course, you want me to take all the kids for you? I know how annoying they can be, you don’t need that right now” she nodded her head “if you want” grabbing my suit from the bed “you can use my room to get changed, I am literally leaving the room now” letting out an oh “cool, that is fine” everything is so damn awkward, like what do I even say.

Junior does look so cute in his suit but this heat and being in a suit “you thought on how we are getting there?” Herb said, watching my kids and Robyn getting into the bus “you know what nigga, no. I am busy wiping sweat from my forehead, we will get there. Come” walking off “Jay Brown called, he was like you didn’t make to the shoot, I get why but try and not be too long in Barbados, I am like nigga. I will be as long as I want to be” Herb chuckled “he working you to the bone on purpose, they know you got some talent, they want you to go everywhere” looking at Herb “I am taking you with me on god, like you will be going everywhere with me you know that right” Herb grinned “you don’t have too, I am ok” shaking my head “you my brother, anyways we need to get a car” Herb pointed “oh yeah, I don’t even know these people” Herb snorted laughing “ain’t this your family? You are practically married into the family, how you going to say you don’t know these people” Herb can’t stop laughing at me “but I don’t, I only know the initial people” I jumped at a hand on my shoulder “where are you two going off too? They are waiting for you at front? Rih got me to come for you” Rich said, “she did?” I said, “well yes, stop holding things up” Herb needs to stop laughing “you abut to get beat, stop” walking behind Rich, I just didn’t think she would want me or there may not be space. Getting onto the bus, now I know these people and I am getting some very nasty stared, like this is horrible because they all know about the Nury shit. I am glad I got shades on, walking down “dumb and dumber” Mel said “sit there” she pointed, I am wondering where Robyn is sat but I think she is further down “they all hate me” I said as I sat down “if you are saying they know, they do” awkward as hell.

Robyn was right, this is a circus and guess what Junior does, he has a crying fit “watch out” I can hear him and honestly it’s just a mess of people “watch out” I can see Rich now, walking by people. Sure in hell didn’t know Ronald knew this many people “hey, let me take him” I said to her “where do you keep going off too” taking Junior from her “out of the way” I said, she looked up at me “I asked you to come, so can you keep close to me” placing his pacifier in his mouth “I will, my bad” Junior is now quiet, Rich placed his baby bag on his shoulder. Turning around and standing to the side, his casket is here now. This is so very sad on his son’s having to do this, Ronald isn’t old, he had life in him to be here longer, but Cancer is a bitch. Hearing sobs at the side of me, looking down at Robyn. My arm wants to just go around her but then do I, don’t I but I did it anyway. Placing my arm around her, she put her head down and moved into me. There is no shame with people, they just take picture without a care in the world, it’s nasty.

Junior fell asleep luckily, I am sat right at front with Robyn, I didn’t think it but I am here. My daughters are ever so quiet, like they know this is sad and it’s not good with what has happened, they aren’t jumping around or even saying anything. Herb is say with Mel a few rows down. I needed to know he was around, he is. I haven’t lost him yet, watching Robyn walking around. She went to see someone, she sat right next to me “oh god, he is asleep” she said “yeah” I said “it’s rude” she said, I didn’t know what she meant but she took my shades off, she took her own off too “oh yeah” I said, I totally was comfortable like this. She is fussing and I get why, she took in a deep breath as she finally stopped fussing. I think she is looking at the photo of her dad “why now” she mumbled to herself, I was going to question on what she meant but I left it. I think it’s starting soon, well any moment now. Robyn placed her hand over my hand that was just resting on my thigh, looking down at her hand over mine. I turned my hand around and held her hand, looking up at her. She is ready to ball “it’s going to be ok” I said squeezing her hand a little, she just put her head down.

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