#his glasses a lil too big he looks like he knows what an iphone is.......

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is this supposed to be vash ? 😐 ...... why is he a tiktok e-boy..................

#why does he have AN UNDERCUTT #what happened to his ICONIC BUTTENED UP JACKET why does he have a zipper now..... oh my days #his glasses a lil too big he looks like he knows what an iphone is....... #bakma bana #trigun lb

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Amethyst - Third Chapter

Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader

Word count: 1960 (a big one!!! Yay!!!)

Warnings: swearing, Roxy mention (bc she deserved more), reader’s character being a rebellious lil shit, Eggsy being kinda dumb (oh well this is all kinda narrated by his point of view, there’s no way to not expect that, right?!)

Chapter synopsis: so, we know that the bomb had Eggsy’s name on it, but.... what the hell is actually happening?

A/N: GUYS IM BACK AND IM SORRY!!!! I’ve written (and revised) this more than six months ago, but I absolutely hated how I made Eggsy a dumb character, so I spent all this months putting this story aside to fix it later... but I love it so much and this week I watched Spies are Forever and oh well.... idk, its been too long, but I’m posting this anyway.

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Eggsy didn’t expect to find another person other than Harry and Merlin at the Kingsman’s meeting room. And what he definitely didn’t expect was for the person to be a beautiful Chinese woman laughing and having a drink with Harry Hart. The young man felt like he was invading a private moment, and had the sudden urge to grab y/n by the arm to show her the new victorian-style sconces he chosen for the rebuilt hallway.

But before he could say anything, y/n had already tapped the doorpost, making their presence known. The middle-aged woman talking to Harry glanced at the two young agents, giving the girl a sly smile. 

“I’m glad to know you didn’t punch Mr. Unwin on your way here, y/n” she said, as Eggsy went straight for his chair on Harry’s right side.

“I would’ve if you didn’t send me that text” The girl had moved to the woman’s side, backing up to the wall for support. She never made mention of pulling a chair.

“Well, y/n, I take as you already know Harry.” Said the woman, gesturing to the older man, who smiled sweetly. Yes, that’s right. Harry SMILED.

“Of course, The Great Harry Hart, the man of a thousand missions;” when Eggsy thought he couldn’t get more confused, y/n pulled this. “Everybody at the headquarters knows who you are.” And some - fucking – how, she sounded genuine, and not witty or arrogant as she appeared to be. Was that… admiration?

Seeing Eggsy’s confused expression, the older woman gave him a small smile, welcoming, but not too sweet; just like an agent is used to do.

“Galahad, I’m Yijun, or as my agents – or people who can’t bother to learn how to pronounce it - call me, Circe. I’m the head of Amethyst, the agency that y/n works for.”

Eggsy must have looked very confused, because Harry intervened, while pouring two more drinks, giving him one and sliding the other across the table, towards y/n.

“Yijun is an old friend, we met some weeks after she came from China. I was already a Kingsman, and was trying to bring her into the organization – just like I did with you – when she was recruited as an Amethyst trainee.”

“You knew?” Started Eggsy, a little bit of irritation shaping his words. After agent Whiskey, he knew better than not to trust Harry. But he couldn’t help the feeling of being a pawn. “Why did you let me go after her then?”

“I didn’t know the agent who saved you was y/n. All I knew was that she was an Amethyst, since the intervention was fast and clean.”

“-almost clean;” Yijun turned her chair to y/n, who was taking a sip out of her drink, still leant against the wall. “If Morgan’s work were perfect, you wouldn’t be able to find her.”

“Nobody’s perfect, but I try my best.” She shrugged. “’m still your best agent tho.”

“Please,” Merlin entered the room, an IPad in hands, ready to the briefing. “put the blame on me for being able to hack into almost anything, including London’s surveillance cameras. She did a wonderful job.”

Merlin stopped right in front of y/n, extending his hand for a handshake. She grabbed it immediately.

“Miss Le Fay. Hope our codenames won’t be a problem.” 

“I don’t see why, Sir Merlin. The witch from who I borrowed my name could very easily have been Merlin’s apprentice.”

No awkward pressure thing, from what Eggsy could see. Why were his interactions with her so bloody awful? For god’s sake, y/n was joking with Merlin!

It took him a moment to remember what history the two were referring to: Morgan Le Fay was a witch in King Arthur’s story, from where Kingsman got their codenames. Depending on the version, she can be portrayed as Merlin’s enemy, responsible for the death of King Arthur or as a powerful good woman, that had healing powers and could shape shift. For an organization like Amethyst, Eggsy supposed the second option was the one they had in mind.

Merlin greeted Yijun with a respectful “ma’am” before selecting something on his device, the projection of a document showing up on the wall above y/n.

“The techs over Amethyst sent us their reports on missing people, and turns out the man who you two,” Merlin looked at Eggsy and y/n. “saw is Adrian Bell. Seven months ago, he apparently went on a trip to India, but his family didn’t hear about him after he left. He never showed up on the airport camera footage.”

“So... he planned to disappear?” Interfered Eggsy.

“Apparently, yes. But there’s a problem.” Merlin changed the projection, it now being a series of pictures, especially ones where Bell hugged his family tightly, his wife crying, and his kids glued to his leg. It looked like a reunion. “He doesn’t remember anything and woke up asking for his family. His last memory was being in a bar and passing out. He thinks that he was in an alcoholic coma.”

Eggsy was about to ask a lot of questions, but Merlin had started talking again, while taking two Kingsman’s RayBans out of his pocket, giving each woman a pair. 

“I’ve made a partnership with the group of cooperative organizations led by Amethyst, also called D.E.A.R; Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst Relations -” Introduced Merlin, but Eggsy wasn’t really paying much attention to him. 

Instead, he was observing y/n, who hesitantly spun the glasses in her hands, analysing it, differently from Yijun, who just put them on right away. Her mouth twitched on the side, and she started to bite her tongue, as if trying to distract and put herself together. Y/n put them on, but kept looking down for some seconds, before fixing her posture and raising her head, crossing her arms, still leant against the wall on one shoulder.

It was quite weird seeing y/n wearing the glasses. Even though she had noting that could possibly remind him of Roxy, Eggsy couldn’t stop the deja vu of his best friend. A sad smile adorned his lips. He missed her.

A Kingsman-style hologram of a young 16-year-old girl appeared sitting on one of the chairs, big extravagant round sunglasses framing her face along with bright pink streaks on her brown hair. Although she was a teenager (and dressed like one, in a jean jacket and a white tee that said “girl power” in red), she sat perfectly straight, very professionally.

“Good evening, gentlemen. I’m Tonks, Emerald’s tech and field agent. I just came back from an information gathering mission.” which, as a previous Emerald’s agent, y/n knew was just a fancy description for attending parties. Nothing too dangerous, especially for Emerald’s missions, that were more based in socialization and keeping an eye on people. Actually, y/n was impressed that Tonks had something substantial to report (especially to Kingsman) in a high school party. “A group of unmatchable individuals seems to be working together, all of them acting really uncharacteristic and very patronized. I detected the group spiking other teen’s drinks. I managed to intervene and get a sample of it. Agent Spellman also reported a strange movement, alike the one I observed, with a college group. We sent the samples to our biotechs, and the lab concluded it was a modified Mikey Pinn.” The girl grabbed her phone and sent something, the IPhone message sound reverberating through the room. “Now you have access to our outhouse cameras, Merlin.” 

Merlin quickly changed the projection above y/n to eight squares of video that showed each teen in one small room, some asleep on the beds, some walking around nervously, and one passed out on the floor. Tonks started talking again.

“Spellman and I brought the group of high school and college students to our outhouse. Whatever drug they’re on soon will wear off, and then we’ll be able to analyse what happened to them.”

“Was that the first ever occurrence on your field, Tonks?” Asked Yijun, and then turned to the Kingsman’s, explaining; “Emerald agents that work on high schools usually only have to get in action to stop violence and abuse at their missions. Situations like what we’re dealing with right now is uncharacteristic.”

“No, Boss. Some students stopped going to classes suddenly, but we checked: they all were confirmed on exchange programs abroad. Apparently, they never went.”

Y/n wasn’t leant on the wall anymore. She’d walked to the table, bent over it, hands open, pressed on the cold wood, all her attention on Tonks. Tension.

“Who were the kids? High school and college. Why choose them?” She said.

Tonks flipped through her phone, messaging Merlin more documents - the ring once again filling the room - before answering.

“A rugby player, two perfect grade kids and a foreign student were the high school kids. Apparently, it’s a pattern: physically strong people and awarded students that stand out for their knowledge of exact sciences.”

“Have you tracked were they were drugged the first time?” Continued y/n.

“Not yet, but...”

“I did;” said Merlin, suddenly, typing on his IPad.

A new image showed up on the wall. The front of a bar that looked like it used to be fancy ten years ago. Now, the paint was coming off the walls, and the huge opaque black doors were rusted, chains and a big old padlock kept them closed. It had no name on the outside, only a broken light up waning crescent moon, just the inferior part working, shining in a weak yellow light.

Eggsy knew the place. Actually, every teen and young adult in London knew Moonz: the flat broke bar that let underage kids come in and drink. You didn’t even need a fake ID, they would pretend to not be able to do math and let kids in. In some months, it became domain of teens, turning into a considerably safe place for them to get drunk and party. Also, it was the cheapest place to get booze.

But the underage drinking caused a bigger problem; since it was illegal, the neighbourhood didn’t have a lot of cops because the owner kept them away. Consequently, Moonz’s location became a centre of violence, kidnapping, and other heavy crimes.

The young Galahad saw y/n turn to the projection in slow motion, the act of being casual being thrown out of the window. For Eggsy, she looked like a robot who got rebooted and installed a completely different system of command. When she spoke again, her voice was strong and deep.

“Tonks, do you know when it started?”

“It?” Asked Eggsy. 

“The kidnappings.” Y/n answered. “The fact that they were drugging others looks like it was a kidnapping system. In this context, those kids were “recruiting” more teens.” 

Tonks checked her phone.

“No, Morgan. We couldn’t track it. They apparently are the first ones to come back.”

“Shit.” Y/n paced around the room. “Boss, permission to do an observation and protection mission at Moonz.”

“Permission granted” nodded Yijun “take Galahad with you.”

“Yi, I don’t think the gentlemen can pass as a teenager.” Y/n had stopped walking. She looked straight into Eggsy’s eyes. “With all due respect...”

Yijun shook her head. 

“You know there are other ways to get him inside undercover.”

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath. Eggsy could almost hear her thinking “Fuck. Fine.”.

“C’mon Galahad, we’ve got a job to do.”

Eggsy and Y/n were almost out of the room when Yijun called her agent again.

“Oh and Y/n.” The girl turned around. “Don’t engage. I’ll send Emerald agents to protect the kids, but you and Galahad can’t have your covers blown up. Do. Not. Engage. Do you understand?”

All Y/n did was nod slightly.

If you made it to here, thank you so much! I hope it was worth your time! Some feedback would be appreciated, I really wanted to see if you liked this (dumb) Eggsy I’m presenting.... If you don’t want to be in the taglist anymore, I totally understand! Just message me :)

Also!!!! Feel free to message me any questions about the fic and this chapter! I have some fun reasons for choosing those codenames and Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst as the names for the organization!

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Why I think Johnny Suh’s Rising is...

Scorpio.

I don’t know why I had the need to make a whole damn post about it but I am cos I feel strongly about it, and I welcome people to come argue with me about this. ok that sounded semi-threatening, it wasn’t I promise. Please do interact and share your opinions, I love to hear them!! This is a completely useless post but here you go. Also, I didn’t go in too much depth in some placement and kind of kept things a bit superficial and did not talk about every single placement that he would have. 

First of all,

the way he just looks makes me nervous. That’s all. 

Let’s look at the basics of having a Scorpio Ascendant:

The most prominent thing about Scorpio risings are their eyes. 

They are usually piercing, intense and it stands out. Another thing that is common with Scorpio Risings is having “bedroom eyes” and/or “tired looking eyes”* 

Sharp looking profile. I am not going to talk too much about actual physical appearance of risings cos I think it is more complicated than that, like there is a lot that goes into it. But i can make a post about it if requested ;)

Even if the person is outgoing, they are very observant and really good at “reading the room”, and just picking up emotions 

Scorpio Risings are the mfs who just stare at people, they make intense eye contact for like no reason (whether is conscious or unconscious it depends on the person but in Johnny’s case, he 100% does it on purpose, does no one else remember that time he said he makes direct eye contact with people on purpose to make them nervous/uncomfortable??? (that's peak Scorpio AC culture right there) 

Very strong-willed individuals who can overcome a lot of hardship

Values privacy a lot and absolute kings of keeping secrets 

Scorpio Risings also have a magic way of making everyone open up their secrets to them. You probably won’t even realise, they just have that vibe that makes you open up

s a r c a s t i c

it does not matter who you are, what you are, what you’re into. Everyone is attracted to Scorpio Risings and you want to f**k them. I don’t make the rules, we just have that power. You can hate them or love them but you cannot help but be attracted to them. 

also fun fact for y’all, most celebrities have fixed sign risings (Taurus, Scorpio, Leo and Aquarius)

*reminds me of this one thing I saw on twitter once about how he hated when people asked him if he was tired when he wasn’t because he has a natural “sleepy” look or something along those lines

Now onto the fun part, looking at how his chart would look like if he had a Scorpio AC and why it somehow makes sense:

Leo Midheaven: For those of you who might get Leo vibes from Johnny, this might be why. The Midheaven is your “public persona”, the person your co-workers see and strangers see in public/work settings, and well Johnny’s job is being an idol so that is why he might act more like his Midheaven at first glance, and with his Mars also being in Leo, I believe it only heightens this. So Leo Midheaven is a midheaven that you’ll often find amongst performers/entertainers/singers/actors because people with this placement tend to be insanely charismatic, charming, creative and natural leaders. They also come across super confident, in their place of work they are loud and full of pride, you’ll just notice them no matter what. Naturally, they have a talent to inspire others, and sort of have a regal quality to them. The only thing bigger than their ego is their heart (very kind people), but it is their ego that helps them get far ahead in life, they’re also very ambtious and because they are so ambitious, they only aim for the best of the best (i.e. being famous). Great at storytelling, presenting, acting and possess an insanely creative mind, at the end of the day they just want to be seen. Seriously, Leo MCs seem to be those people that were just born to shine, they stand out wherever they go. 

Sagittarius on the 2nd house cusp: Lucky with finances and doesn’t worry much about money or their belongs (not @ Johnny throwing his fucking iPhone like it costs $5), even if you grew up poor (which he obviously didn't, he is a middle-class suburb lil bitch and it shows) you don’t worry too much about money. For some people, it seems like you spend your money a bit recklessly and just buy shit, and like to spend your money on experiences and travelling. Fun fact, I also have this placement I can confirm all of these are FACTS and I- mmm i dont want to talk about my spending habits cos yikes :) 

Pisces on the 5th house cusp: Two words: hopeless romantics. To the point where it’s slightly unrealistic, but that’s a different story. They really want the whole fairytale, the glass slipper and the spotting someone in a crowd and falling madly in love kind of thing. But also they express their love in a selfless, unconditional way, these are the kinds of people who love blindly and accept all your flaws. Can be very sentimental.

Cancer on the 9th house cusp: With this placement others have an affinity for you as an authority figure who has a strong nurturing or protective feel, very supporting and encouraging. It can be an indicator for moving away from the place where you grew up and finding comfort in foreign places. People with this placement also find it easier to adapt to different cultures. 

Virgo on the 11th house cusp: The helpful friend, looks out for everyone, they will always be there for you and great at giving advice. The type that remembers the little things, truly the parent friend cos they look out for you and the kind of person you usually love spending time with and make plans with. Actually only has a few *close* friends.

Sun in the 3rd: People with this placement are usually known for their intelligence and way with words. Sun in the 3rd house people hate to be bored and are always willing to try new things and experience new things (they also adapt very well to any situation), they’re also pretty light-hearted with a great sense of humor and can be mischievous. It also really balances the fixedness of his Aquarius sun. With the 3rd house of communication falling in the Sun, it gives the person a lot of confidence in their speech and pride in their communication skills. It is also said that people with this placement travel/move around a lot. Friendship, and again communication, is very important to them, they make friends easily and have a way of relating to others, also very open-minded. 

Moon in the 7th: This is definitely a people-oriented kind of placement, their emotional security is achieved through others, they have a strong need to be around people. (some astrologers also say that these people are the kind to always be in a relationship of some kind, it doesn’t necessarily mean an official “relationship” but A relationship, be it platonic, romantic/committed or literally just casual dating but they need to be with someone because they hate to be alone = feel unstable without someone) These are also the kind of people who fulfill their emotional needs per se through others, so by making others happy. 

Mercury in the 3rd: This is honestly such a perfect placement for Mercury, since it falls in its natural ruling house so the planet feels comfortable with this, especially being in an air sign (Aquarius). One of things that Johnny is known for is his “communication” skills, hence why he has a whole YT series: JCC or Johnny’s Communication Centre so this placement is the one that makes the most sense. Mercury in the 3rd house just boosts everything that Mercury represents, it might make someone have a short attention span or get bored easily but they pick up on things very easily, they are very good at multi-tasking and have a very active mind. They are usually the type that know a bit of everything, always have fun facts for you and can have a conversation in literally any topic with anyone, somehow know everyone and are friends with everyone, natural charmers. They LOVE to talk and talk a lot, they excel at any form of communication or writing, this reminds me of two things: (1) The translator at the Mexico concert said that Johnny asks a lot of questions, is very curious and excited to learn (spanish) and also talks A LOT. (2) I heard somewhere that Johnny was in a debating club in school. To sum up Mercury in the 3rd, are great at talking, communication comes easy to them and are huge social butterflies, a good sense of humour, very curious like a child and also like books. boom, jOhnny. 

Also to expand on this communication talk: He’d also have Capricorn in the 3rd house, which usually makes someone careful, these are the kind of people that think before they talk and unless they know what they are talking about, they shut tf up. Their voice can sound quite intimidating and authoritarian, but there is something comforting about it. Also tends to make someone very sarcastic, their humor is a bit dry, very dead-pan, the type to make jokes with a serious face and expect you to get it? Also tOO mANy dad jokes. 

Venus in the 2nd: Another Mr. Romantic placement that just fits Johnny way more than I want to admit. People with this placement are big old-timey romantic, they don’t fall in love easily but when they do they do fall hard and are completely head over heels, even if they don’t “fall in love easily” they secretly just want to be in love. They live for the pleasure, the romance and the beauty of it all. The type to send you a 100 roses with a card saying “to my one and only, from your one and only”, or buy you a huge teddy bear that smells like him, do the whole wine & dine you, picnic at a park and then take photos of you. It really isn’t about the huge romantic gestures, rather the small and cute ones, it’s about making memories and creating mementos, but also about the cheesy yet classy romance. They can also be super touchy, very physical. Another thing about them is that they really like to buy people stuff, and shower people with material things, it’s (one of) their love languages I guess. I can’t remember right but I am pretty sure I heard somewhere Johnny always buys members shit, like he just buys them stuff all the time. 

Mars in the 9th: I said I wasn’t going to talk too much about appearance here, but more energy/vibe instead but I can tell you this much, legend goes that people with Mars in the 9th either have a thing for thighs or have t h i c c thighs* or both so.... Very experimental people, lighthearted yet passionate, really turned on by languages and laughter/smiling. This is the kind of person that will debate anything to do with beliefs, and if you question their beliefs they’ll be like “:) :) :) ok cool ur opinion is valid, everyone has their own opinion :) :) :) except urs sucks :)” you know they secretly love intellectual fights, cos they’re opinionated as hell and have strong opinions, they’re super straight-forward and open-minded (regardless of the fact that they have very strong opinions) and are always willing to learn. Not the best at sugar coating things, kind of blunt whilst still remaining kind and humorous. But since his Mars is in Retrograde, the more aggressive sides of his mars will be very internalized. But their desire in life is to spread joy and laughter, they are very good at making others laugh and being playful.  Fun fact: people with this placement tend to move is a very bouncy kind of way, very clumsy. Another fun fact: I heard once that people with this placement may or may not have a teacher kink, and a sex abroad/while traveling kink, also having sex outside. 

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Jupiter in the 1st: First of all, I have seen a few Nctzen-astrologers type Johnny as a Sagittarius rising and this would be my explanation for that. Having Jupiter in the 1st will give you similar features and energy as a Sagittarius rising, people with this placement tend to have a larger than life presence, your presence is felt before you even walk into a room. Planets in the 1st house kind of go in pair with your rising (because well, it falls on that house duh) so it has a huge influence on how you carry yourself, how you present yourself at first sight, the kind of vibe that you give off and with Jupiter falling on your first house you just exude this optimism, enthusiasm and honestly? Just happiness and positivity. Also people with this placement tend to have big smiles and a large bone structure, Jupiter is the planet of expansion so it makes “bigger” everything that it touches so in the first house it will make your physical features “bigger”: big smiles, soft cheeks, thicc body, etc. This placement also makes people have a certain child-like quality, a permanent youthfulness because of the way they carry themselves (positive vibes y’all), they are also very driven and persistent people, with this fire inside that makes them succeed in anything they set their mind to, maybe it is because of this blind optimism that they eventually succeed. I don’t even have to go on about how this fits with Johnny because I think it speaks for itself. 

Saturn in the 4th: out of the many things Saturn represents, your fears is one of them, in the fourth house there could be a fear of losing family, also fear of being unloved (even if you are a very loved person, it is always in the back of your mind), also a fear of not being safe, and not belonging. Belonging might be quite important to him and above all, with this placement: family is taken seriously. People with this aspect value family a lot, and feel responsible for their family. And I think anyone that stans NCT can agree that Johnny definitely seems to take family quite seriously. 

Pluto in the 1st: LMAO ok so Pluto in the 1st, is one of the most intimidating placement a person can have. Even if you are the biggest cinnamon bun in the planet, people will be intimidated by you and lowkey scared of you at first glance. You will just naturally give off major alpha intense vibes, no matter what you do. This truly contradicts his (possible/hypothetical) Jupiter in the 1st, I can see it creating this extreme duality (that is very Johnny ngl) of being this intimidating ass man but also being a ray of sunshine that literally oozes positivity. With Pluto in the 1st, you also tend to rub people... a special way. When you have this placement in your natal chart, people either hate you or love you, there is no in-between whatsoever, but regardless of that everyone wants to f*ck you and if they say they don’t, they are lying to themselves. People with this placement tend to be insanely magnetic and people tend to be attracted to them, if they are in a room, you’ll notice them for sure cos their aura is just so intense. QWLL SHAPED LIPS 

I’d like to add this here to back up my theory: How Yuta said Johnny was the scariest hyung, and they all fucking agreed and Ten SHOOK his hand like “finally someone said it, that bitch is terrifying” and then there was that time (I couldn’t find it sorry) where Doyoung said that they were all watching a horror movie and everyone kept chatting and Johnny was like all of you shut up and Doyoung said that in that moment Johnny was scarier/more intimidating than the horror movie. Also, I have this theory that idols show probably would show their rising signs more in airports, cos you know they are just walking, minding their business with their “external self” faces on so I can see how their AC would show more in those situations. And like have you seen Johnny walking around in airports? That tall bitch is intimidating as hell, he has that stare and bitch face down to a T and then I remember he has the personality of a teddy bear and I am like ???????? how 

Note: for him to have these placements he’d have to be born at around 0:30 am. 

so HMU if you want me to do other members and I’ll do some research about it and do a post like that. I am not sure about some of the other members but I do feel strongly about Lucas, maybe Ten, maybe Taeyong (not too sure about him yet)

from your local hoe, Lulu xoxoxoxo

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I finally fucking finished this chapter of my CEO!Ash/poly!Cashton fic. It’s been a minute I know and I’m sorry but uh this is a long one I promise.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 5,421

The rest of the week flew by, Lily had fully settled into her new role with the company. She spent her days flitting back and forth between Ashton and Calum’s offices, one sometimes following her to the other. She’d spend time on the phone with other branches and wandering the offices, getting updates on smaller projects that they’d delegated to other people, then relaying all the updates to Calum and Ashton.

Calum’s new project was moving beautifully through its first stage and he was bringing Lily with him to a charity gala at the Four Seasons in Baltimore in a few weeks. It would be her first big event as the Chief Business Advisor and he was going to use it as an opportunity to catch up with some of their east coast partners and see if he could get support for the project from at least one of them.

Friday, Lily walked into the office, carrying coffee for herself, Ashton, and Calum. She set the tray down on Ashton’s desk, depositing her bag on the couch, picking up her drink and taking a seat. She was about to get her laptop out of her bag while she waited for Ash and Cal to come in when she saw two boxes sitting on the coffee table, a sticky note with her name written in Ashton’s handwriting sitting on top of them. She set the coffee down and picked up one box, the sticky note falling off and hitting the floor.

Lily slipped the top off of the box, smiling as she saw the coral colored iPhone that she had signed up for, surprised that it had shown up so soon since the keynote. She picked up the two slimmer packages that had been beneath the phone’s box, finding a simple clear phone case and a pack of glass screen protectors. She quickly put both on the phone, plugging it in and powering it on, waiting for it to go through its initial start and set up.

Just as she was about to reach for the longer box still sitting on the table, Calum and Ashton walked in, Calum closing the door behind them. Both were clearly half awake, Calum’s eyes going straight to the coffee cups on Ashton’s desk, striding over there and finding the one with his order printed on it, taking a sip, a deep sigh passing his lips as he drank. Meanwhile, Ashton had stopped in front of the door, his eyes having landed on Lily and the boxes in front of her, face lighting up. He finally walked over, sitting next to her on the couch after pushing her bag to the side.

“When I got this, it was just going to be because I felt like I needed my assistant to be as up to date as possible. Couldn’t get you an XR and leave you with a series 2 watch, but I guess now you can consider it a happy promotion gift.” Ashton said, gently picking up the box and handing it to Lily.

Lily looked up at him, eyebrows raised as she removed the lid, looking down at the new watch inside.

“I got it myself, so it doesn’t matter that you weren’t on the watch sign up list.” He added, shifting in his seat since he knew Lily didn’t feel the need for a new watch.

She sighed, leaning forward and wrapping her arm around Ashton, “Thanks Ash,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

He jumped a little, but settled into her arms, returning the hug. His eyes slid closed, leaning into the hug for what was probably a little too long. They both parted, Lily picking up her new phone, getting ready to finish running through the set up and Ashton stood, finally going over to get his coffee and to start the day.

~~~~~~

The day came to an end and Lily was getting her things together, Ashton waiting for her so they could go over to his apartment. Calum walked into the office to say goodbye, giving Lily a long, hard kiss before pulling away, forehead leaning on hers before he gave her a gentle kiss to the tip of her nose, smiling and nodding at Ashton before walking out to go to the garage.

Ashton held his hand out to Lily once she had her bag over her shoulders, smiling at her shyly. “Cal was over at my place last night, he drove me here so I kind of need a ride home.” He smiled as she leaned into him, nodding and leading the way out of the office, hitting the lights before Ashton closed and locked the door.

They walked side by side out of the main office, hands brushing at their sides as they waved to the few people still sitting behind their computers. Ashton opened Lily’s driver side door for her once they were in the garage, closing it behind her before walking around to the passenger side. He plugged his phone into her cassette tape after he clicked his seatbelt, pulling up the playlist he and Calum had created last night. He chose the first song as Lily pulled up to the payment machine at the exit, scanning her ID badge so it would let her out without payment. Lily looked to her right, smiling at him as the gate bar rose in front of them.

Lily drove to Ashton’s apartment building, both of them smiling and singing along to the music as she drove. She turned into the parking garage, punching in Ashton’s code and entering. She drove up a few levels and parked next to Ashton’s car. They both grabbed their things from the backseat and walked downstairs to the building’s entrance. Ashton waved to the guard at the desk and walked to the elevator, arm going around Lily’s shoulder as they waited. Once they stepped through the door Ashton hit the button for the top floor, holding the door for another neighbor who was running over from the entrance. The two men nodded at each other and Ashton let the door close, asking the other man for his floor and pushing the button for him. All three of them leaned against the elevator walls and Lily felt the other man’s eyes on her. She chewed her lip and tried to ignore him, knowing he’d be gone soon. She busied herself with her phone, occasionally glancing at the man to her right. The elevator slowed to a stop and the door opened. The other man hesitated a moment, not getting off. “Have a good night.” Ashton said pointedly, giving the man a look.

He responded with the same, giving Lily one last once over before leaving the elevator. Ashton scowled, pressing the close door button repeatedly until the door started moving. “Fucking creep,” he muttered, “should’ve just let him wait for the next one.”

Lily just shrugged, continuing to lazily scroll on her phone as the elevator continued moving upwards. Ashton wrapped his arm around her shoulder when it reached the top floor, guiding her out of the elevator. There were only two apartments on the floor, one door on each wall of the short hallway. Ashton walked her to the door opposite of the elevator, punching in a code and opening the door, letting her walk in ahead of him. “Make yourself at home, love.” He said as he kicked his shoes off and strode towards the kitchen. Lily took her sandals off and walked in, finding somewhere to put her bag down before joining Ashton in the kitchen.

“Need me to help with anything?” she asked, looking around the large room, having only been in Ashton’s apartment on short missions to pick up something he’d forgotten.

Ashton shook his head, turning away from where he was filling a pot with water, smiling at her. He picked her up, setting her on the island counter and humming to himself. He gave her a quick kiss to the cheek before checking on the pot, turning off the water and adding a bit of salt before putting the pot on the burner, cutting it on to get the water to heat up. He then reached up and grabbed two wine glasses from the open shelves to the right of the stove. He turned around, setting the empty glasses next to Lily and crouching down and opening the wine fridge next to her legs. He pulled out a bottle of cabernet and poured the red wine into each glass, leaving the bottle on the counter and handing Lily her glass.

“Cal and I did all the prep last night, all you’ve gotta do is sit there and look pretty while I get everything cooked.” Ashton smiled at her, giving her another quick peck before walking over to the large, stainless steel, french door refrigerator and pulled out the chicken.

The doors closed behind him and he reached up, grabbing a pan from the rack and walking back to the stove, putting oil in the pan and heating it. He trotted back over to the fridge, grabbing the measuring cup full of marinara sauce and spices they’d put together. The oil in the pan began sizzling and he put down the bread crumb coated pieces of chicken. He checked the pot, humming quietly and grabbing the pasta box sitting on the counter, pulling out the noodles and dropping them into the water.

He finished frying off the chicken, putting them in a pan and covering them in sauce and cheese, putting it in the oven. He set the timer and took a sip of his wine, turning to face Lily again, smiling at her.

She hummed, looking at him over her wine glass. “Y’know Ash, there were a few times that Calum and your frat brothers at school complained to me about some of your date nights, and I’m kinda surprised you’re still living in an apartment instead of a house. I mean, your kitchen is like half the size of my entire apartment on its own. Just kinda curious why you’d rent an apartment this size instead of getting a house.”

Ashton laughed softly, setting his wine back down and stepping closer to Lily. He set one hand on her waist, the other reaching up to run through her auburn hair. He tilted his head as he looked at her, hazel eyes meeting green. “It’s simple Lil,” he started, “if I get a house, visiting business partners are gonna know that I can cook. I only cook for myself and people that are special to me.” Lily chewed at her lip at that statement and Ashton smiled as he noticed, leaning in closer to her. “Secondly, outdoor pool on the roof, gym on the third floor, and indoor pool with a hot tub on the first. Don’t have to go looking for or do any maintenance for that stuff myself here. And as for your opener, don’t share any walls with anyone and my only neighbor is out of town a lot, usually when she’s home, I’m not here, so it doesn’t really matter.” Lily blushed as he finished, Ashton the closest to her that he had ever been. Their foreheads and the tips of their noses were touching, their lips just a small movement from connecting and she could feel her heart pounding in her throat. “And as for what the boys told you…you don’t know the half of it.”

Right as Ashton finished his statement a timer went off and he smirked, quickly pulling away from her and going to check the pasta. He gave it a quick stir and tested a noodle, humming before bringing another over to her. He held it out, and Lily reached up to take it, but Ashton pushed her hand back down, holding the noodle over her mouth. She looked up at him, licking her lips slowly before opening her mouth and he let the noodle fall into her mouth. She hummed happily and he smiled, turning back to the stove to take the pasta out of the water and went to dump the hot water into the sink. Lily hummed, hopping off of the counter and turning off the burner, grabbing another noodle and popping it in her mouth.

“What happened to sitting on the counter looking pretty, love?” Ashton said lowly, hands gripping Lily’s waist as he stood behind her, head resting on top of hers.

“Spaghetti,” she said simply, holding a noodle up to him.

He let out a chuckle, taking it from her and eating it before picking her up and setting her back on the counter. “Stay.”

His voice was so firm that Lily just gave a quick nod and crossed her legs, sitting still while they waited for the oven timer to go off. After it did, Ashton went through his cabinets, fixing their plates and setting the table. Once he’d finished he helped Lily off of the counter and walked her over to the table, pulling her chair out for her. They sat there, happily eating and chatting to each other for a while before moving over to the living room, situating themselves on the couch, Ashton’s arm over Lily’s shoulders as he scrolled through Netflix.

Once he’d picked a movie, he tossed the remote back on his glass coffee table, slowly beginning to run his fingers through Lily’s hair. She hummed quietly, continuing to stare at the tv as the movie started, curling into Ashton’s side. Ashton smiled as he glanced down at her. He wasn’t much for cuddling, but he didn’t mind the way that Lily had tucked herself into him. He shifted after a few minutes, undoing a couple more of the buttons of his shirt. He sunk further into his leather sofa, sighing in content and pulling Lily closer. They both sat there quietly watching the movie, staying close together. After awhile Lily started playing with Ashton’s fingers, slowly lacing them with hers. He hummed, slowly looking down to where their hands were entwined, Lily wasn’t paying attention to what she was doing, eyes focused on the tv as she kept hold of his hand. He smiled to himself, twitching his fingers to try to get her attention. She hummed quietly, looking up at him as he pulled her hand closer to him, leaning down slightly to press his lips to her knuckles.

She sighed happily, sitting up slightly. Ashton looked down at her, humming quietly before lifting her and placing her in his lap. His arms were tight around her waist and he nestled his head on her shoulder, trying to bring his attention back to the movie. Lily just leaned back into him, letting out a soft sigh as she leaned her head against his.

The movie ended and Lily shifted in Ashton’s lap to grab her empty wine glass. Ashton hummed quietly as she slowly moved away, his eyes following her as she crossed the room to the kitchen. It was when he heard the faucet start running that he jumped up. He walked over, pausing to lean against the post that was worked into his bar counter, eyes on Lily’s back, watching as she reached over for the pan that he had left next to the sink, oblivious to his stare. Lily began dancing as she rinsed the pan, and Ashton smirked a little, eyes dropping to where her blouse was tucked into the back of her jeans. He had originally intended to make her stop doing his dishes, but now his mind was wandering again. He reached across the counter, picking up his phone. It was still linked to the speaker system and he quickly pulled up a song from his playlist that he’d use for parties. He could hear Lily giggle by the sink and turned his attention back to her after looking at the clock above the stove. It was only 8:30, and he wasn’t ready for Lily to leave.

She set the last dish in the drying rack and Ashton walked over, hands making their way to her hips. He allowed her to dry her hands before moving her away from the sink. She hummed quietly, leaning into him as he slowly began to sway along to the beat of the music. Lily began dancing with him, leaning back against his body more and Ashton smiled, slowly letting his hands wander as they continued to dance.

By the third song his left hand had found its way to the ponytail Lily had used to keep her hair out of the way as she washed the dishes. He looped the hair around his fingers, using it as leverage as he tilted her head before leaning down and beginning to press gentle kisses along her neck. Lily’s eyes fluttered closed and she leaned into him, barely supporting herself and no longer dancing. He pulled away slightly, hand gently sliding out of her hair before spinning her around, holding her to his chest. He easily picked her up, hands resting under her thighs before he set her on the nearest counter. He leaned in close, allowing their foreheads to touch as his hazel eyes locked on her green. He licked his lips, taking a slow breath before barely whispering, “May I?”

Lily closed her eyes as she nodded, hands working into his golden curls as they began kissing. Ashton’s hand returned to her ponytail, holding her in place as he pressed his body as close to her as he could get. The kiss lasted for a minute, Ashton slowly moving his lips against hers before tracing their shape with his tongue. As she was about to part her lips to give him access he pulled away, using his grip on her ponytail to tilt her head before trailing his lips along her jaw.

Her arms rested over his shoulders and she tilted her head further to the side, giving Ashton more access as he slowly began sucking at her skin. She let out a gasp, but allowed him to leave a few marks on her neck, carefully shifting to let her legs wrap around his waist. Ashton hummed quietly, moving one hand to her hip, tugging her so she was on the very edge of the counter. She hummed, holding him tighter to feel like she had more balance.

Ashton pulled away gently, leaning his forehead on Lily’s, staring into her green eyes. She gave him a small smile before leaning in and connecting their lips again. This kiss was more heated than the first, and this time Ashton took the first opportunity Lily gave him to let his tongue pass her lips. She let out a hum, pressing her body closer as she threaded her fingers through the curls at the back of his neck again, giving them an experimental tug.

Ashton let out a groan, slightly removing his lips from hers before reconnecting them again, this time taking her lower lip between his teeth as he began pulling at her shirt, removing it from the waistband of her jeans. He hummed as he bunched the fabric in his hands once it was freed, pulling back for a moment to look down at Lily, who whined at the loss of contact from his chest pressed to hers. He smiled a little as she grabbed at his half-open shirt, trying to bring him back to her. He then quickly tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it behind him towards the island counter. He undid the two remaining buttons on his own shirt, letting it come completely open before pressing back to Lily. He felt her hands running over his exposed chest as he nestled his head into her shoulder, lips trailing along her skin before whispering, “M’gonna take care of you sweetheart, promise.”

He pushed her body back a couple inches on the countertop as his lips began to follow the path of her bra strap downwards. He only paused a moment to reach behind her and remove her bra, setting it down next to Lily once it was off, taking a moment to look down at her, his eyes hungry as he drunk in the image of her, now only in her jeans as she sat on his kitchen counter.

Ashton then dipped his head back down, decorating her skin with his appreciation of her. As he left his mark cover her skin he fumbled to get her jeans undone, taking them and her underwear and pulling them down to her knees once they were free. He felt Lily squirming under his touch and was about to comment on it when he felt the clothing hit the floor at his feet. He kicked the pants to the side, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips one last time before moving to crouch in front of her.

Ashton shrugged his shirt off before shifting closer to Lily. He didn’t even have to touch her legs as she put them over his shoulders automatically. He froze as the image of Calum disappearing under Lily’s dress in his office crossed his mind. He chewed his lip, looking up into Lily’s green eyes above him, quickly pushing the image to the side as he turned his head to suck a new mark onto the inside of her thigh, smiling at the sound that fell from her lips. He made a twin on her other thigh before flicking his tongue out and running it through her. Ashton shivered at his first taste of her, reaching up to grab her hip with one hand as he pressed closer, using the other to spread her legs just that little bit more that he needed. He ran his tongue through her just a couple more times before attaching his lips to her clit, giving it a few gentle flicks with his tongue before sucking on the bundle of nerves. He felt his shoulders relax slightly as Lily let out a high pitched whine, tightening her legs around his shoulders. He smiled slightly, keeping up his work as he slid two fingers into her without warning. She cried out again, and he hummed. He knew he should be taking this slower, learn more about Lily with each move, but he also was desperate, he’d waited far too long for this and just wanted to make it up to both himself and Lily. He hummed, slowly beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of her while keeping his mouth on her clit.

After a particularly harsh suck and curling his fingers, Ashton felt Lily flutter around him and smiled, glancing up at Lily until her voice fell on his ears, crying out, “Cal, fuck.”

He froze right then, pulling away from her and Lily’s eyes fluttered open, looking into Ashton’s eyes, the usually bright hazel darkened and he turned his head, biting harshly at the inside of her thigh. She let out a quiet whimper as Ashton rose to his feet, taking in the way he had squared his shoulders as he looked down at her. “M’sorry Ash,” she whimpered, reaching for his arm, the next words falling from her lips in a rush, “only ever had Calum make me feel like that, didn’t say that on purpose I swear-“

She was cut off as Ashton connected their lips in a bruising kiss, hand tightening its hold on her hips. She gasped when Ashton pulled away again, trying to get air back into her lungs when she felt him pull her from the counter, hands quickly turning her to face it before one came to push between her shoulder blades, pressing her body into the stone. She held still once the weight of his hand had left her body, hearing the sound of his zipper coming undone and foil tearing. She took a deep breath, preparing herself as she felt Ashton come closer again.

Lily felt Ashton’s chest against her back before his lips pressed to her skin. His breath was hot on her neck when he mumbled, “Better get used to it not just being Calum making you feel like that, sweetheart. Now, are you going to be a good girl for me? Not gonna cum until I say, ok?”

Lily nodded quickly, whimpering out, “Yes Ash, I promise, I’ll be good, please.” She didn’t care if she sounded desperate in that moment. The tight coil she had been feeling in her stomach when Ashton was between her thighs earlier was unwinding in the minute that had passed since he had removed his mouth from her and she didn’t want it to come completely undone.

Ashton sucked a new mark into her neck and she could feel the smile threatening to pull at the corners of his lips when he pulled away, the weight of his torso leaving her back, but his hand firmly pressing her down again. Lily let out a whine at the feeling of the head of Ashton’s cock slightly pushing into her, only for him to run it through her folds a few times. Finally he sunk into her, both of them letting out sinful moans as he bottomed out, his fingertips digging into her back while he took hold of one hip with his other hand. He gently rubbed a circle on her hip with his palm and Lily tensed, anticipating for the hand to leave and return with a slap. Instead, Ashton let out a hiss and gripped her hip tighter as she tightened around him.

Slowly, Ashton began to pull out, managing to just start out with a few shallow thrusts as he warmed up. He kept that up for just a few more moments before starting to pick up his pace, finding an angle that allowed him to go deeper into her. Once he’d found exactly where he wanted to be, he began thrusting his hips faster, the sound of Lily’s moans and his skin hitting hers filling the kitchen. He brought his hand around to press his thumb to her clit, roughly playing with it as he continued full thrusting in and out of her at a punishing pace.

Not too long after, Ashton’s name fell from Lily’s lips, several times, her voice pleading as she begged for him to let her cum. Ashton let out a moan in response to the sound of her voice as she pleaded with him. He kept his pace up, feeling his resolve crumbling as she whimpered for him. A few moments he croaked out, “Now princess, fuck now, cum all over my cock, it’s ok.” He felt her give out underneath him and groaned as she fluttered around him as she finally got to experience her high and he spilled into the condom, slowly continuing to move inside of her to help them both through. As soon as he felt that they were both finished he pulled out, one hand supporting her body as he removed the condom and pulled the trashcan out from behind its cabinet door to dispose of it. He then picked Lily up bridal style, carrying her back to his bedroom, turning off the lights as he went. He carefully set her onto his mattress, smiling at the content sigh that passed her lips.

He went into his bathroom and pulled out a washcloth, wetting it before walking back in to clean up Lily’s thighs. Once he was done he crawled into bed, running his hands through her hair once she’d removed it from the ponytail. She moved to lay her head on his chest and he smiled, “I’m so glad I finally made myself ask you out. I was so worried about what would happen if the date went bad or if you decided you didn’t like me. Like would we stop being friends, would you leave the company? And I almost didn’t give us a chance at all.” Lily smiled at him, her hand gently resting on his cheek and he let out a sigh, “then Monday I walked into Calum’s office to deliver that package he’d been waiting for because I thought he was gone and I saw him under your dress and-“

“Wait, you what?” Lily said, eyes widening as she rolled on top of him, staring at him.

“Fuck, you actually didn’t notice? And Calum didn’t tell you?”

Her mouth hung open as she shook her head no and Ashton cursed again, hands on her shoulders. “I didn’t notice anything Ash. So you walked in on us and decided you needed to get in on that? Is that it?”

Now Ashton’s eyes went wide as he shook his head. “No no, it’s not like that at all sweetheart.” He insisted, holding her closer. “I just, after I told him why I was there, Cal made me wait and I saw the way you were holding his hand while he stayed where he was and then the way he was caring for you after you seemed to come back around, I went back to my office and I just…I knew if I waited too much longer you both may change your minds about the whole poly thing and not want to let me in at all and just be with each other. Even last night when Calum was here helping me get everything ready that thought crossed my mind whenever he would talk about you. It’s been so long since he’s talked about anyone like that, like he’s so smitten and I had to remind myself that he was helping me to make sure that this was going to be a great date for you, and that he wouldn’t just rescind his offer to back off if I didn’t want to share you with him in that moment.”

Ashton laughed and shook his head bitterly, mumbling, “though my plans for the night didn’t include fucking you over my counter. Thought if you let me go that far that we would be wrapped in my bedsheets and that I’d be making love to you. I just let my insecurities and fears take hold in that moment and lost it."

Lily giggled softly and looked up at him, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth and he hummed, eyebrows pulling together as he looked down at her. “We could always do that now if you’re so concerned about it, have a little do over.” she whispered, her smile still present as she looked at him.

Ashton grinned in response, rolling on top of her and nodding, pressing kisses across her entire face before reaching into his bedside drawer, both of them happy to get lost in each other again.

~~~~~

The next morning Ashton woke to an empty bed and hummed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he looked around. Then he caught the smell of cinnamon wafting through the open bedroom door and smiled, rising from his bed and grabbing a clean pair of boxers and putting his glasses on before making his way to the kitchen, where he was greeted by the sight of Lily in a pair of his basketball shorts and an old t-shirt. She was leaning against the island, mug of coffee in her hands as she stared at the oven timer.

Ashton smiled at her sleepily as he prepared his own mug of coffee, before joining her in leaning on the island, his arm wrapping around her shoulder as he whispered, “Good morning Lily.”

She sighed, instantly curling to his side and he smiled, noting the purple marks he had left on her. They both stood there sipping their hot coffee until the oven dinged and Lily hopped forward excitedly, grabbing a towel and using it to remove the pan of cinnamon rolls from the oven. Ashton watched as she naturally flitted around his large kitchen, finding a knife to spread the icing onto the rolls with as they cooled.

She expertly covered them, then dabbed a bit of the icing onto Ashton’s cheek. He gasped, staring at her in disbelief as she grabbed one roll for herself and darted away. He shook his head, swiping it from his cheek and licking his finger before grabbing his own roll and following her to the couch to eat, ready to enjoy the bit of morning he could get with her before she had to return home to check on Smokey.

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[collateralfiction]

23

Adrian

My eyes immediately shrunk due to the amount of brightness pouring inside of the room. If it wasn’t the sunshine irritating me, it was my phone that seemed to be ringing for the past hour nonstop. Reaching for my jeans off the floor, I slipped my iPhone out of my jeans and looked at the brightly lit screen. It was simply just my alarm going off so I dismissed it and placed my phone away from me, so I could resume sleeping. The thought of sleep seemed perfect but once I looked at the clock and noticed it was nearing fairly close to eleven in the morning, I knew I had to get up and do something. I couldn’t sit around like this knowing there was shit to do. Swinging my legs off the messy bed, I stood and stretched, cracking a few bones in the process. I turned to look over my shoulder and smirked upon seeing Bailey’s half naked body. We probably didn’t get in till three this morning and I know for a fact Bailey and I didn’t fall asleep until after five. She had to have this birthday dick before she tapped out.

She was a wild ass sleeper, that’s for sure. Cuddling was the only remedy to control her movements. She was turned over on her stomach with her ass sticking out and her hair sprawled out across the white and black pillows. Shaking my head, I trekked towards the bathroom and handled my business at the toilet. I washed my hands thoroughly before brushing my teeth and washing my face as well. Reemerging from the bathroom, Bailey was still knocked out. I give her another thirty minutes to rest. I had plans today for everyone and I didn’t spend about 25 grand just for it to go to waste. I looked through one of my duffel bags, pulling out a black tee, slipping it over my head before leaving the room altogether.

We had a hired chef for the week’s stay and every morning by ten thirty, an arrangement of food would be placed outside, waiting for us to devour. This morning was no different as plates of fruits, waffles, pancakes, sausages and bacon strips were set out for us with a jug of Apple and Orange juice. It was no surprise that Justine was one of the few that was up early; she was always like that. “Morning,” I mumbled, taking a seat on the opposite chair as her. She briefly looked at me and continued to pick at what was left on her plate which wasn’t much. “I said morning,” I stated again, grabbing a plate and beginning to fill it with what I wanted.

“And I heard you,” she gritted.

“Fuck is your problem?” I stated, dropping the plate back on the table, creating a loud thud.

“Nothing,” she stated sternly. “I’m just tired,”

“So why you not in bed sleep?” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“I’m not sleepy,” My face twisted into a scowl at her two contradicting statements. None of that shit was making sense and I wasn’t about to run around in circles to understand it if she was going to act like this with me right now. It was either you tell me what’s wrong now or walk around pissed ‘cause your ass wants to be stubborn as fuck.

“Alright, so don’t complain then,” I grumbled, going to fix my plate one last time. It looked like she had something on her mind but how would I know if she didn’t speak up? I wasn’t going to force her to speak up on something she didn’t want to talk about to begin with. However, it didn’t stop me from picking up on her strange ass behavior. Justine is very transparent so it’s easy to tell when something isn’t sitting right with her but it’s difficult to figure out exactly what’s wrong with her. It takes way more than a few simple questions. Sucking her teeth, she grabbed her plate and empty glass and stormed towards the kitchen. “If that was your way of getting away from me, you failed,” I chuckled. “You might as well come back and eat at the table,”

“No thank you,”

“Alright,” I nodded. “Be like that,” Which probably won’t be long. For the first ten minutes of me eating my plate of food was enclosed with silence. But just like I predicted, Justine was right back in front of me, starting up a conversation as if she wasn’t acting suspicious a minute ago.

“How was Bailey’s birthday last night?”

I smirked, licking my lips. “It was cool. She had fun,”

“Yeah, I could tell. You guys came in pretty late and then had the nerve to go to sleep late,” she said, giving me that knowing look. “Nasty,”

“I know,” I chuckled. “I would do it again if I ain’t have eavesdroppers,”

“Ugh, can you not?” she asked, rolling her eyes.

“I guess. So, what’s up with you? Why you acting sus?” I said bluntly. There wasn’t any way I was going to let her leave out of my eyesight without her telling me something.

“Am I really?” she questioned.

“Yeah, nigga,” I muttered, grabbing my glass of OJ. She rolled her eyes yet again before leaning back in the chair and crossing her arms over her chest. Regardless if she wasn’t acting strange or whatnot, I would still have a few questions in store for her to begin with. I took a few sips before hearing the sound of feet in the near distance. Turning my head around a bit, I saw Austin approach the table while rubbing his eyes. That officially ended the conversation before it even started but that didn’t mean I was going to let it drop either. While everyone thinks they’re on vacation, I’m certainly not. I still got shit to do and it’s going to get handled. I don’t give a fuck if I have to rain on everyone’s parade. “Ay, what’s up, lil nigga?” I greeted, extending my hand out for a dap.

“Seriously, Adrian? Watch your language around him,” Justine said, pointing her fork at me.

“Chill,” I said. “He ain’t picking up on it like that. Chillax,”

“Morning, ma,” Austin greeted, heading around the table to give Justine a hug. Without the help of a nigga around to help groom Austin to be a great man one day, Justine has been doing pretty well so far and I will never discredit her for that. Although half the thing she does I don’t particularly agree with, how she raises Austin is one thing I can certainly say she does well on 100%. They hugged and did all that motherly and son shit before Austin sat down and decided to grab the stack of Bacon to munch on.

“He still taking his medicine?” I questioned.

“It’s no longer required so naw,”

“That’s dope,” I smiled.

“Yeah, it is. He hated the medicine with a passion. I don’t blame him,”

“Me either,”

“I’ll be back,” Justine said, grabbing her plate and treading into the kitchen. I acknowledged her with a simple head nod before she left off, leaving Austin and I at the table still.

“You good?”

“Yeah,” Austin yawned shortly after.

“You sure?” I asked sternly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Where’s Bailey?” he asked.

“She’s still asleep. After breakfast I want you to pack some of your clothes for an overnight stay,”

“Why?”

“You ask too many questions,” I chuckled. “We yachting out in this bitch,”

“That big boat we saw?”

“Yeah, the one you can live in. That’s my birthday gift to Bailey,” An expensive ass gift too.

“That’s not fair. She’s going to like your gift more than mine,” he frowned.

“Tough luck, kid,” I laughed.

“Here, Austin,” Justine placed down his plate and left the dining area all over again. It was a good feeling knowing that Austin was where he belongs, but it still tore me up knowing that at one point no one knew where he was at. No matter how much I try to justify certain shit, it always fell back on me and what I should have been doing versus what I was doing. Regardless, I know for a fact that something fishy had to occur and the two main targets are Lonnie and Ryan. I’m close but not nearly as close as I want to be. That shit is all about to change though. My primary agenda would be talking to Bailey, of course, and possibly having a conversation with Justine if she allows it. If Bailey is going to go back to her life, I need to be frank with her and let her know that Ryan got another bitch pregnant. I don’t know how well that’s going to go over with her, but it needs to be done. After that, I’m going to need to call G back in New York, so I know what to expect. Besides all of that shit, I just need someone I can lay all this info on because it’s eating me up that I only know.

“You know what I noticed, Uncle A?” Austin said, bringing me out of my thoughts. I gave him my full attention, so he knew that I was listening. “Your father isn’t around, and neither is mine,” Austin’s statement caught me off guard and for a second I was unsure of what he meant by that and where’d it come from. I paused as I stared at him with my eyebrows meshed together. It was almost as if what he said was nothing big of a deal. I don’t talk to Austin about his father and he doesn’t talk to me about his nonexistent father either. Where this is coming from all of a sudden, at this moment right now? It’s only leading me to Justine. I just stared at him for the longest, not completely believing that he had said that and how he easily returned to snacking on his plate of food while I had to digest something, I would have never thought I hear from him until he was well in his late teens.

“Yeah, something like that,” I said, clearing my throat. “Why you say that though?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Just something I noticed,”

“You feel good about that?” I was at a loss of words to say the least, but I was also intrigued in what possibly was on his mind at the same time. Austin is a smart seven-year old child and I’m pretty sure he’s aware of everything that goes on around him, even half the shit I do. It’s not rocket science for him to realize his father isn’t around, but I wasn’t expecting to hear him talk about it either. I don’t know but him saying that just made things more complicated, at least in my head.

“I don’t care,” he said nonchalantly. My eyes widened at his bold statement. This didn’t seem like the same caring Austin I know him to be. Although I can’t lie and say that I’m not happy knowing that he doesn’t give a fuck about his father but it’s not the right thing for me to verbally say to him. The least I want him to do is have his own feelings towards whoever without me swaying his own ideas. Either way, it got me fucked up now.

Rubbing my temple, I said, “Don’t say that,” I sighed, saying words I never thought I would. “Look at me, Austin. I’m deadass. Don’t say that. You don’t know what you’re saying right now. Shit, why are you saying that?”

“I don’t know. It’s true. I haven’t seen my dad in a long time. He doesn’t care, I don’t care. That’s good, right?” I was in pure shock. I don’t even know how to end this conversation. “I have my mother, you, Caiden, Justin, Brian, August, G, my grandmother and even Bailey,” he went on to list.

“Did you talk to your mother about this?” I found myself asking.

“Kind of,” I nodded slowly, locking my hands together.

“We gon’ finish this conversation later, alright? Just know that we all got you even if your pops isn’t around, you hear me?”

“Yeah, I do,” he smiled.

“Alright, hurry up and eat,” I said, standing tall and grabbing my plate. “And eat them carrots your mom put on your plate!” I yelled. His laughter soon followed after that. I placed my plate in the sink and ran some water over it before leaving the kitchen. I had half the mind to go and see what was up with Justine and where Austin had got this random epiphany of basically saying fuck his father, he ain’t shit mentality. A part of me couldn’t fathom Justine putting that type of idea in her son’s head so where else he might have gotten that from… I’m not too sure. Maybe it was me. The other half of me didn’t feel like saying anything to her, not at the moment anyhow. Austin really fucked with my head too early in the morning.

Shaking my head, I headed back into my bedroom and softly closed the door behind me. Bailey was no longer lying in bed and from hearing running bath water, I automatically assumed that where she was at. Slipping inside the bathroom door, I found myself staring at her voluptuous body behind the clear shower glass. Her body was turned away from me, standing in the direction of the steaming water. She was leaning against the wall and from her posture, I could sense how she was still sleepy and probably still a bit tipsy. She still looked fine as fuck though. Stripping out of my clothes, I pushed the sliding glass open a bit and walked up behind her, gently wrapping my arms around her slim waist.

“Ugh, why do you do that, Adrian?” she groaned, relaxing in my arms. I turned her around to face me and she easily wrapped her arms around me, laying her head against my chest.

“’Cause I can,” I chuckled.

“Same reason as why you’re hard, huh?” she said, kissing along my neck.

“Yeah, you gon’ take care of it?” I said huskily. Dropping her arms from around my neck, she pressed her lips against mine, enveloping me into a deep kiss. Her small, warm hands trickled down my abdomen until she wrapped her fingers around my semi-hard dick, slowly moving her fingertips along the length of it. “Shit,” I hissed, staring down at her with hazy eyes. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her grip on me tightened as she increased her pace. I bit my bottom lip, not wanting to give her the satisfaction that her simple hand job was doing wonders to me. But being that Bailey likes to outcompete a nigga, she was going to test me until I gave in.

With a mischievous grin, she got on her knees and directed my throbbing dick into her mouth. My hands immediately went to the back of her head, my fingers becoming entangled in her hair. All through the different girls I’ve ran through, minus the exception of one, Bailey is the only one who I go out of my way when it comes to sexual shit. I rarely go down on a bitch if it ain’t my bitch, I usually don’t give a fuck if they cum or not because it’s about mine. But with Bailey, everything I do comes natural for her. I don’t think twice if I’m giving her head or whatever. Everyone else, my mind is already made up by the time I have them on their knees, ready to suck me off.

“Just like that,” I grunted in a labored breath. Her lips wrapped around my tip, licking the pre-cum off before enveloping the whole thing in her mouth; essentially deep throating me. Shit had me in bliss. She wasn’t sloppy and she wasn’t gagging either; Bailey’s a perfect ten. Her hand rubbed at my balls bringing me closer towards my peak. I got a handful of her hair, pushing her mouth further on my swollen dick. My head leaned back against the granite wall with my mouth slightly agape while she continued to bob her head at an even pace, much quicker than before. She had me in the palm of her hand and before I knew it, I was bussing all down her throat. She fucking swallowed. “Damn,” I grunted, watching as she stood under the water. “So fucking sexy,”

She smiled, pulling me closer to her. “Your turn,”

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“Welcome to Carpe Diem, one of Turks and Caicos most elite yachts!” The head manager in charge spoke as we all crowded around the deck, staring up at the rather large and tall boat. “Everything you want will be provided, any service, we most certainly have. Your stay for the next 48 hours should live up to the hype you most certainly have heard. There are waterskis, kayaks, four massage room, yoga and dance room, gym, two saunas and an indoor pool. All your needs will be met regardless of any issue you think you might have. Please enjoy your stay at Carpe Diem,” Definitely didn’t have to tell me twice. Being that everyone knew about these plans in advance, Bailey was the only one with a shocked facial expression as she turned around and looked at me.

“What?” I chuckled.

“You did not mention the surprise being this,” she said, standing in place which caused everyone to walk around us.

“I didn’t have to. Happy belated,” I laughed. “It’s all for you and if I were you, I would hurry my ass on the boat before Justine picks the best room,”

“Aw, is your heart melting? Do you feel like you’re about to die?” she teased.

“Hell yeah, nigga,” I chuckled. Laughing along with me, she kissed the side of my mouth and headed towards the opening of the boat. I followed suit, giving a firm handshake to the man who was speaking moments prior. When Austin and I was looking for presents for Bailey’s birthday, I didn’t feel like buying her any materialistic shit, so I opted for a yacht in which everyone could benefit, and I could also one up my lil homie, Austin. Looking around at the yacht, I nodded my head in approval at the décor. For 25 grand, this yacht has no choice but to be less than perfect. Approaching Caiden, I tapped his shoulder in which caught his attention.

“Wassup?”

“When everyone is ready to doze off, we all need to talk for a second, a’ight?” I muttered.

“Yeah, no doubt. Can’t be all fun and no work,” he chuckled, rubbing his chin. “For now, I’m finna unpack and check out the rest of this shit. You must be sprung if you’re spending all this dough on her,”

“Sprung? You must be out your mind,” I said, shoving him playfully. “Fuck up,” I sat down at the barand grabbed one of the glasses of alcohol. I placed it under my nose to see what it was and took a sip once I noticed it was just Vodka. Everyone around me seemed to be basking in the moment of being on this yacht but I couldn’t enjoy it just yet. I haven’t been anyhow for the last couple of months so that wasn’t anything new. I quickly finished off my drink and ran my hand down my face. In the pocket of my shorts was a white envelope that I was going to give to Bailey tonight or whenever the mood strikes. Three simple words on a bland piece of card seemed to be weighing heavy on my mind and I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was the smartest, but I could no longer put off doing certain shit for the sake of Bailey’s feelings; she’s going to have to find out one day or another, why not now?

Then I had to deal with Justine and her son’s declaration this morning. Too much fucking shit. “Why you drinking so early? It’s only three,” Bailey purred, wrapping her arms around me from behind.

“You think I care what time it is?”

“I know you don’t. What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down in the seat beside me.

“I’ll tell you later tonight. You like the yacht?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“It’s so beautiful! Come so I can show you our room,” she said excitedly, grabbing my hand.

“Hol’ up,” I grabbed another glass of Vodka and handed her one before taking one for myself. Following her lead as she dragged me around the boat, my vision stayed on her ass the entire time as she decided that she wanted to wear shorts. She looked good, no doubt, but that shit was distracting as hell.

“Look!” she squealed. “It’s gorgeous and so spacious,”

“You do know we’ll probably be everywhere but here, right?” I smirked.

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning around to face me.

“The boat is too big to make it to this room. You’ll end up somewhere else before you get here. Promise you that,”

“Yeah, we’ll see,” she said, playfully rolling her eyes. Her eyes fell on the white envelope that was in my hand. “What’s that?”

“An envelope,”

“For real, Adrian,”

“Look at this later. Not right now, okay?”

“Why? Is there something I should be afraid of in here?” she chuckled, grasping the thin envelope in her hand. She stared at it as if the words that were in the inside of the card would magically appear outside. But as far as there being something that just might make her afraid, I doubt it. But, it will catch her off guard. However she reacts is up to her but anything else, that’s up in the air. I’m counting on August to man up and tell her what the situation with Riley was too, but I have a feeling that’s going to backfire. Not on August, on me.

“Naw, just read it later,” I stated.

“Okay,” she nodded.

Licking my lips, I stared down at her and she looked back up at me with a faint grin. It was crazy to me how someone you barely knew could come into your life and have such a strange impact on your life. I’m not saying that Bailey has changed me or some shit because that has to come from me and willingly, but she has changed shit along the way. Things were supposed to be strictly business between us and it could have been that way because I do have self-control, but I don’t know what happened this time around. It’s not a good feeling because it makes me feel like I’m off my game and no one should be able to throw me off my game like that. I had something on my mind that I wanted to speak about at the moment, but it wasn’t the right time. She looked like she was really enjoying herself and I didn’t want to be the one to end that for her. “Boat will depart in exactly an hour,” said a crew member from the loud speaker.

“Ooh, I’m so excited!” she squealed, brushing past me to join everyone else.

Bailey

It was absolutely beautiful sailing the ocean that boarded the small island. I was accustomed to traveling quite frequently since it would be my father’s go to resort when all options seemed to lack in certain departments. It was something about being far away from your troubles that brought peace to me, oddly enough. The ocean was such a beautiful hue of blue and the slight breeze around my body was just right. It was close to seven in the evening and we had been sailing for some time now along Grand Turk. I sat with a glass of White Wine in my possession near the rear end of the boat. Everyone was pretty much spaced out along the boat and really had their own quarter of space to be in. Well, except the guys. They were all huddled in one of the many tableson the bottom yacht last time I saw them and it seemed like they were discussing something urgent because no one seemed to return the small smile I had given them in passing. Well!

Grabbing the blanket that was near, I wrapped it around my body and curled up into a fetal position. My head rested against the closest pillow and I sighed deeply, having thoughts of my family back home surface in my head. At least once a day I would have thoughts and most of the time, I wouldn’t have anyone to talk about it to because I automatically assumed they wouldn’t understand as much as I would have liked them to. Why? How can you exactly sympathize with someone who has been kidnapped by your doing? The only person that probably doesn’t know the circumstance is Austin and there’s no way I can vent to a seven-year old about a predicament this large. It’ll go right over his head.

I miss the normalcy that my life gave me, despite what I’m surrounded around by force. If I wanted to, I could easily evade it and do something to distract myself. While being in the presence of Adrian, you really can’t and it’s not even like it’s by chose, it just happens. I miss my mother, that’s without a doubt. Even with me being closer to my father than my mother, I still miss her and her easy-going vibe. I miss Rayne too but a part of me feels like she’s doing something wrong. Out of the two of us, she’s probably the one that needs to be watched out the most. I miss Chance. He was my other half. We fit like a puzzle and had the same mindset, so it was easy for us to click. I don’t know what he could possibly be doing at this point, but I hope it’s something productive since the last time I seen him.

And then there’s Ryan. Do I miss him? Sadly, yes. I feel stupid for missing him but for him, it’s a different type of ‘I miss you’ than what everyone else gets. Ryan was better off being a friend than anything more, quite honestly. Relationships just might not be his forte and that’s alright; I just wish I knew that beforehand. Huffing, I placed my drink back on the table and begin to stand and head back in. I liked to be by my lonesome, but some company right about now wouldn’t be that bad. Shuffling inside, I headed up the stairs and towards the kitchen to set my glass away.

We had crew members on the ship and they were spread around the entire yacht, catering to our needs. Having a personal crew on board definitely came with its perks. Grabbing the platter of strawberry off the counter, I looked in the stocked fridge and pulled out the whipped cream and began my ascent along the yacht. I had no particular destination in mind, but I figure I walk around until I bump into someone. Hearing commotion from the next roomover, I stuck my head inside the room and notice Justine and Austin. It seemed like such a cute mother-son moment that I didn’t want to interrupt but it was too late because Austin had already spotted me and asked that I come in.

“Oh, okay,” I laughed. “It’s so difficult finding everyone,” I pouted, sitting beside Justine

“I know,” she agreed. “I have to look at the camera to find out where everyone is,”

“There’s cameras?!” I gasped. It brought me back to the time when I found out that Adrian had a camera chilling in my room. Actually, he admitted that he had a camera located in my room so nonchalantly one day. I didn’t believe him at first until he showed me his desktop computer and the monitor of my room being displayed. I didn’t even know how to react when I found out quite honestly. If I recalled correctly, I laughed and called him a pervert which in return, he acknowledged that he was a perv with a chuckle.

“Yep! All over. But most of the cameras are in the main room. The monitor is right over there,” she pointed. I squeezed some of the whip cream down on my strawberries before I picked one out and bit into it. They’re so fucking good.

“Do you feel any better from yesterday?” I asked, referring to her behavior. She sighed, running her hands through Austin’s soft hair. He was too invested in watching Toy Story 3 to notice anything subtle.

“Not really,” she frowned.

“What’s wrong then?” I said, hoping that this time she would actually say something this time around.

“Not around, Aussie,” she mouthed. My shoulders slumped forward, and I relaxed back into the soft couch. We sat in silence for a total of thirty minutes and every now and then I could see the disgruntled facial expression she would make but, yet she didn’t want to talk about it at all with me. I did understand how she might not want to talk about everything that bothers her right then and there, but I didn’t understand why she rather hold it in when I was more than willing to listen to her rant. I don’t know. Maybe I was digging into this too much, but it did hurt my feelings knowing that she couldn’t confide in me – the only girl here.

“What y’all doing in here?! Meditating or some shit? Why so quiet?” Adrian asked, barging into the room.

“Shh, Austin is sleep,” Justine shushed him.

“Yeah, that’s what he wants y’all to think,” he mumbled, walking towards the couch. I reached over the table, getting ready to grab the last strawberry, knowing that he eying it just a few seconds ago. Just when I thought I had it, he grabbed it from my grasp and bit in to it. My face immediately turned into a scowl as he grinned while finishing off the juicy fruit. “Com’ere,” he called, licking his lips slowly, purposely.

“Can I get a please?” I huffed, standing up anyhow.

“Not when you obey me like that,” he chuckled.

“Don’t make me snuff you, nigga,” I grumbled, walking beside him. He threw his arm around me and led us back outside to where I was trying to get away from. But the warmth from his body was more than enough. I figure he was leading us away from everyone to finally have this conversation that’s been bothering him ever since we got on this yacht. He was a lot tenser and I’m one for picking up on body language and I definitely noticed it by the way he was walking around here. He led me somewhere completely different from where I was once aware of to another private sectionof the yacht. “This boat is entirely too big,” I mumbled.

“I like it like that. I get claustrophobic,” he admitted.

“And you expect me to believe that?” I giggled, sitting down on his lap.

“Bitch, better believe it!” he exclaimed.

“Alright, cut that shit out. I won’t hesitate to punch you in your face and dick,” I said to which he chuckled at. But I was dead serious. Rolling my eyes, I watched him lean over and grab a tray that I had just now noticed was here this whole time. What might be on the tray you ask? Weed. However, I wasn’t going to throw a tantrum about it. I can’t control everybody’s behavior and besides, he looked like he really needed it. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Talk to me,”

“Everything,” he mumbled, lightening the joint before putting it to his mouth.

“I’m all ears,” I expressed.

“Shit, where do I begin, girl?” he shook his head lightly and took a pull from the potent blunt. “I’ll start with this morning. This morning I’m having breakfast with Justine, right? We’re eating and I peep shit. Something not right with her so I basically call her out on it. I’m usually a good judge of character and I’m trying to get information out of her and see what’s up. You know, be that loving brother. But she acting sus and if she continues to act like that, I‘m going to call her out on it and put her on blast. I don’t like that fake shit and it’s irritating me that she been trying to hide shit,”

“So, you’ve noticed it too?” I murmured.

“What you mean?”

“She was acting strange since last night,” I frowned. “Do you think something is going on with her?” I whispered, assuming the worst automatically. I’m not pessimistic but it’s the reality of the situation and what comes with this lifestyle. He stared at me for the longest, probably mulling over what I just said and the possibilities. “Trouble?”

“Naw,” he stated. “She would tell me if something is wrong. I expect her to do that much,” he gritted.

“I don’t know, Adrian. What if she’s afraid, maybe?”

“I’m giving her till tomorrow morning to open her mouth and say some shit. I shouldn’t have to guess around her and she also shouldn’t be afraid to open her mouth if it involves some serious shit. If I find out any other way, I’m going to be pissed,”

“Okay and that’s understandable. Just give her some time, don’t jump to conclusions,” I tried to soothe, the smell of marijuana circulating around us. With how much pre-rolled blunts he has set out, I’d assume that he had plans of smoking all night. I rubbed his shoulders gently because I could clearly see his frustration. “For someone who always seems to be in my business and got a fucking say in what I do, why she not trying to talk now?”

“Patience, Adrian,” I told him, rubbing his shoulders a little rougher. “What else is on your mind?”

“Austin, man,” He blew out the smoke from the side of his mouth. “Although I don’t want to believe it, I think he misses his pops,” My hand movement immediately stopped, and my heart felt like it was plummeting inside my chest. Even with me acknowledging the fact that Lonnie isn’t shit, I couldn’t help but feel for Austin, especially since I’m in a similar situation as him. My father isn’t around, his isn’t; I miss my father and I’m sure he misses his, although he might not talk about it as much as you would expect. It’s just something so unfortunate and for the fact that I had some type of hand in a situation such as this does rub me the wrong way. What if Austin was to ever find out? “He was talking about how me and him have similarities with how our pops ain’t in our lives. Man, that shit fucked me up. He seemed so cool and calm about it too like it was no big deal for a seven-year old to say that,”

That seemed to get under his skin more than anything. He was literally turning red right before me. I was speechless. I never once heard Austin talk about his father but that didn’t necessarily mean that he didn’t think about him at all. I remember once upon a time when I wondered where Austin’s father was at and to find out that I would basically have to play him a few days later, unbeknownst to me until Lonnie basically told on himself. We sat in silence as Adrian continued to puff away at his dwindling blunt. It was kind of hard watching him go through so many emotions and not have a single answer to any of his questions. I know Adrian is passionate; he didn’t have to tell me that to understand. However, it was just something I wasn’t accustomed to seeing him be so blatant about it. It was a little saddening to watch.

“Well for one, he didn’t mean it,” I stated as confidently as possible. “He’s young and impressionable so that’s probably why he said what he did. He doesn’t know better,”

“That’s not how it seemed,” he said. “Like, I feel like this was all under the influence of Justine and her trying to prove some type of point,”

“She wants Lonnie in Austin’s life, that’s understandable,” I sighed. “I don’t think she would sway Austin to think his father was a deadbeat,”

“Not when a kid walks away with the mindset that they all of all sudden don’t care no more,” he muttered.

“I don’t know what to tell you, Adrian. Maybe it’s one of those phases he’s going through,” Leaning his head against the support from the chair, he finished off the blunt with ease and sighed contently. “I wouldn’t hold it against him either,”

“I know,” he grumbled. “I feel bad for lil man, you know, cause that’s my nephew and all but I despise the fuck out of his sperm donor,”

“Why?” As far as I knew, I wasn’t 100% sure on what animosity Adrian had towards Lonnie besides the obvious and a few theories I’ve conjured up on my own. The main one solely being based upon how carless Lonnie was to allow Austin to go to the store by himself and end up in the worse case scenario.

“I never liked Lonnie to begin with, no one did. But my sister was stubborn as hell and went against everyone wishes. I was frank with her about how I see this shit ending for her and she never believe me. Now look at her and what he’s done. Something is hella sketchy about him and I haven’t found the energy to find out until Austin went missing. I don’t trust him, and I know he’s behind some serious shit. I have this gut feeling and it’s proven me right countless times,” he gritted. By the time he had finished explaining this to me, he already had a blunt to his lips, looking for his red lighter. I held it in my hands and did the honors of lightening it myself.

“Well, what’s going to happen now with Lonnie? Are you going to tell Justine? You don’t want to put her in a compromising position,”

“Lonnie is easy to deal with. Don’t worry ‘bout him. As far as Justine, I’ma tell her in due time but her ass gotta start talking first because she playing like I’m stupid,” he grumbled, his voice so husky like. I bit the inside of my lip and nodded. I felt like as soon as they confronted each other with their issues and problems, it just might be something more dramatic than what everyone anticipated. It’s no secret that they bicker and go back and forth over the smallest things but when will that come to its peak? When will the ticking time bomb erupt and leave the two of them hating each other forever? Anything could happen. and I’ve seen it even happen in my own family with my father and aunt numerous of times before they reconciled.

“I would tell her now,” I advised. “You’ll sleep easier,”

“You see this shit right here?” he said, referring to the blunt. “This is what makes me sleep… you should try it,” he smirked.

“No thank you,” I chuckled.

“Why not?” he pressed, licking his lips.

“I don’t have a reason to smoke,”

“You don’t need one,” he said quickly.

“Not now, Adrian,” I laughed at his failed attempts at trying to get me to smoke. It’s not that I’m against it, I just don’t do it.

“In the case, I need to bring something to your attention, baby girl,” His voice was stern, so I automatically knew it was something serious. I just didn’t know how serious it was and whether or not it would affect me or something. With everything Adrian has been saying in the past hour or so, nothing has been relatively positive. I just don’t know what more to expect and if I should become worrisome. It wasn’t helping that Adrian decided to take long dramatic pauses, only intensifying my worries. “I told you from the start that Ryan wasn’t shit and you would realize it too. You know that but before you’re able to go back to him,” he said, using quotations. “…. I need you to know that your man stepped out on y’alls relationship and got some side bitch pregnant,”

I don’t think I heard him correctly so instead of spazzing, I simply laughed. In my head, there was no way possible Ryan or anyone for that matter could possibly do that. I understand completely that Ryan and I might not have had that picture-perfect relationship but it was better than most by a long shot. My mind could not and would not wrap its head around something like…. the unbelievable. It seemed like some sort of twisted joke and punishment I seemed to have deserved for a reason unbeknownst to me. However, the longer I stared at Adrian’s stoic, emotionless face, I realized he wasn’t laughing or cracking a smile… not that I expected him to anyhow. Sliding off his lap and into the open space besides him, I stared blankly at the moving water with a blank mind. He wasn’t lying. He was telling nothing but the truth. “What the fuck?” I found myself whispering.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, B. I just figure you should know before anything happens,”

I closed my eyes tightly, feeling the pressure of tears attempting to slide out of my tear ducts. If Ryan just so happened to be cheating on me, I think I would have been smart enough to find that out before hearing it from someone else. When could he have possibly had enough time to go out and do his dirt when we were always together even when we were having our differences? It just didn’t make sense and the longer I thought about it, the more I felt myself mentally caving. I would have never thought that Ryan would go as far as cheating on me when I have been nothing but faithful to him. Then to find out from Adrian of all people? This was definitely a stab to my back. Maybe I should have listened to my mother when she told me she didn’t believe Ryan was a good choice for me. Maybe I should have took Chance’s opinions into consideration. Maybe I should have listened to Rayne when the chance presented itself for her to give me her thoughts on Ryan. But I didn’t. I listened to my father and look where that has led me.

“Here,” Adrian muttered, extending his hand out. I looked down at the blunt and chuckled bitterly. My life has been turned upside down quickly in just a mere three months and I don’t know if this is something I should be grateful for because it’s eye opening or feel ashamed because I wasn’t aware before. Shit, I feel like both. So, for about twenty minutes, we both sat in silence as I finished off the perfectly rolled blunt by myself. Any other time, I wouldn’t have taken it but this was a different predicament; a predicament I wasn’t sure I could handle by myself.

“Are you sure?” I whispered, bringing my legs up to my chest.

“Positive unless Ryan ain’t the father,”

“So regardless, he was cheating?” I murmured, feeling defeated. That blunt didn’t do shit to numb me.

“I guess,” he said. I shook my head sadly, tears I’ve been trying to hide for the past half hour pour out of my eyes. There were a million and one things I could have been doing, saying or expressing but I was still in that initial shock and no matter how many times I mulled over it, I still couldn’t believe it nor would I ever think Ryan would stoop that low. Not only did he get someone else pregnant, but he betrayed me in the worst way and didn’t even have the courage to even tell me about it nor take responsibilities for his foul ass actions.

“Don’t cry over a nigga like him, a’ight? I tell my sister the same shit. Instead, you fuck their head up,” Adrian stated, bringing me closer to him.

“Why would he do something like that?” I whimpered.

“I’ma be honest with you like I am my sister; he wasn’t yours to begin with,” That only caused a permanent scowl to etch across my face as I allowed his words to sink in.

“I’m so fucking exhausted with all of this,” I expressed, tears still managing to blur my vision, even with Adrian doing his best to comfort me. I was so hurt by Ryan’s action and the fact that I couldn’t confront him at the moment because of obvious reasons only turned my sadness, regret and disappointment into anger. Why would he ever think it is acceptable to do something like that? Why be with me in the first place if that’s what you were going to end up doing to me? I didn’t deserve it, no one deserves that type of treatment and it was just grinding my gears. Not to mention, he ended up getting the chick fucking pregnant. I don’t know what I was mad at more. The fact that he cheated or that he didn’t use protection and someone that isn’t me is pregnant.

“As bad as it might sound, maybe this happened for a reason. You’re so much better than what Ryan can do and give for you. Don’t walk around with a pout and shit, a’ight? You should be happy God ain’t let you walk around with that nigga for eighteen plus years,” he murmured, rubbing my side soothingly.

“It still hurts,” I frowned. I seriously don’t even know how worse my predicament could get.

“Look, pain don’t last forever and that some real shit. Yeah, he cheated but you shouldn’t be the one feeling down about this shit. That’s all on him, baby girl. You hear me? He fucked up and now he has to deal with the consequences. You ain’t do shit wrong,” I looked up at him and smiled faintly. It was nice knowing that he felt that way but I still felt some type of way, as I should and I don’t know how long this feeling will last. I literally gave my all into that relationship and to see it end up with results like thatis heartbreaking. I said a long time ago that I was done with Ryan and indirectly, we are no longer a couple but that doesn’t take away the fact that he fucked me over like that. Had things been different, I doubt he would have ever pulled such a thing but sadly, they aren’t and now I’m stuck feeling like I was the one who purposely stepped out and got pregnant by some random nigga.

“I hear you,” I sighed, biting my bottom lip. “Look at me. I’m so fucking antsy and shaky now,” I said, raising my hand a bit so he could see. “You sure I gotta go back to him?”

“Naw, I can kill him on sight if you prefer,” he said nonchalantly with a mischievous grin on his face. Chuckling lowly, I shook my head.

“I’ll decline on that,”

“Alright, the offer is still out there though,” A moment of silence had passed before he spoke up again, intentionally bringing me out of my thoughts concerning Ryan and another thing he done to disappoint someone. “Get up,”

“Adrian, please, no. I just want to sit here and sulk,”

“Bailey,” he said sternly.

“Adrian,” I said in the same tone, crossing my arms over my chest. He knew that if he left me out here alone, I’d just end up crying and feeling bad for myself all over again. Despite his wonderful efforts of trying to distract me from the bigger picture, I had to face the music; no matter how off key it was too. Sucking his teeth, he leaned down and scooped me up in his arms, picking me up bridal style. I didn’t even put up a protest to his action and allowed him to do as he pleases. We ended up in the master kitchen and luckily for us, everyone was pretty much asleep or getting ready to sleep. It was nearing eleven and if Austin was sleep already, that meant everyone else would be too.

“This was supposed to be Austin’s but he can’t hang so I figure you would want it,” Adrian said after he placed me down on the granite counter. Walking to the freezer, he pulled out a container and grabbed a fork, finally placing the dish besides me. “Comfort food is the best, ain’t it?” he smirked, revealing the ice cream sundae. My mouth was literally watering for it.

“Thank you, Adrian,” I smiled, wrapping my legs around his body. His hands found their way around my waist, bringing me closer to him.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. I leaned in first and kissed his lips lightly. He softly sucked on my bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside of my mouth as our tongues wrestled against one another. The kiss began to turn aggressive quickly and without much thought, I found myself moaning into the kiss and pulling him closer. I needed comfort and Adrian was doing an excellent job at doing that, surprisingly. Then again, it’s not so surprising. He has a heart and it shows whenever a situation like this pops up.

“Can you stay up with me tonight? I don’t think I’ll be falling asleep anytime soon,” I confessed after pulling away.

“Why? So, you can talk my head off and smoke up half of my supply?”

“Please?” I pouted.

“After I eat this dessert,” he agreed, causing a faint smile to appear on my face. So, for the next half hour we both sat, talked and laughed while we could about almost anything. It was a good feeling knowing that he was doing his best to bring up my mood. If it was up to me, I would be in the room, feeling down as ever. It’ll probably happen anyhow, just not right now. I’m still in shock and it won’t hit me until I’m probably in New York and I’ve come in contact with him.

“I swear I just gained like three pounds,” I mumbled, softly running my fingers through his soft hair.

“Hope that shit goes straight to your ass,” he grunted, palming my ass.

“Shut up,” I giggled. We were snuggled up in one of the areasthat contained a TV since our room actually didn’t. His lanky self was laid out across the couch with him resting his head on my stomach and his arms around my waist. It was just so natural how conversation between the two of us easily flowed from one topic to the next. It was still difficult to not think about Ryan and what was just revealed to me, but I was trying to do well with keeping up appearances. I didn’t want to show how broken I truly was by the news. But the free-spirited talking didn’t last long because before I knew it, Ryan was now the topic of discussion.

“I need to know right now if you’re comfortable enough to go back home and be in Ryan’s presence,”

“I’m not,” I stated truthfully, and this has been expressed numerous times.

“So, what will make you comfortable? Regardless, you gotta go back,”

“And then what happens to you?”

He cut his eyes at me before resting his head back on my stomach. “That’s beside the point. Let me know now if you’re going to go back to him,”

“Not in that sense,” I muttered. “But there has to be some adjustments ‘cause I will not feel comfortable in his space,”

“We can do that,” he nodded, siting up and reaching for his phone; well, it was more a fake phone that he used when he didn’t want anyone knowing his number. “Call him… now,”

What?!

[dailyjeons]

BTS account 13/10/18

didn’t do merch cause i did that in london, didnt go for studio cause that was probably not feasible with how our lines were going (at least i was too scared to do it).. sucks cause i didnt get allowed into the london booth while in the amsterdam booth everyone was queue-ing up anyways and getting in lol

bolding the subjects so you can skip parts that dont interest you

pre concert stuff So I was going to the concert with a person(Julie) I met through tumblr, she responded to my message asking if people wanted to queue up in GA with me cause I was alone. She was with a group of people and they basically adopted me so that was nice!!  Julie was super kind, constantly looking out for me, for my anxiety too and just I really loved being with her, time really flew!! We prioritized looking out for eachother over seeing the boys so I was really happy bout that! We basically queued up at 7AM in the 'unofficial line' that later on became the official one! Campers were sent out, I believe, but they probably came back early still! We still had a fairly decent spot I suppose? The camping out itself wasn't too stressful but I had a lot of anxiety bout being in the pit in a crowd of people, not havin bathroom breaks and being on 2 hours of sleep gjkfg Julie tried to reassure me through all of that. there were some fans giving out some stuff in the line!! like arts and stuff and i got this from a jimin fansite, i think she was japanese? 

it was so funny basically she did rock paper scissors with fans to determine if they’d win.. i lost but she gave it to me anyways?? LOL she didnt give it to anyone else that lost LOL

gettin into pit Eventually we got in and fortunately my tickets worked!! We like rushed into the left side but the view was not bad, ok, then we tried for the right side and we got similar views? But I think overall it was just a little better! We were around the sixth/fifth row in the pit but we moved up a bit to the fifth/fourth during the concert. I had a fairly good view on the stage, and could see the boys clearly!! I still used my iphone to film cause of the amazing quality zoom it has and i have so much gooood footage ahhhh my hands are super shaky though so thats annoying but oh well, its something! they like handed out water very often thank god so i could cool off and drink durin the concert!! we had to stand for like 3 hours inside so i was getting really nervous but once the concert started it was fine!!

concert Anyways the concert itself was mindblowing? They're actually sosososo good live it's actually insane how they sing live through their choreo or while bouncing around. Tear is still my favorite performance but the crowd went a little too wild around then so i didnt enjoy it as much :( They also did the medley I prefered (w Baepsae) which made so happy cause i got to experience both medleys now jdskfhfsdf.. i do feel like the performances were better for the London date, but the interactions and the boys happiness were on a much higher level in Amsterdam, especially with jungkook flying around trying to dance!! That said I felt like the crowd fell a little bit flat.. When the Jimin/Namjoon VCR was playing everyone was screaming initially for both but after a hot minute they like only screamed for Jimin?? The silence was actually deafening so Julie and I decided to help with Namjoon's screams then, and it was so disappointing we were legitimately the only 2 people screaming for him in such a venue lol. Crowd did however go wild at Kim Seokjin's performance, and IT'S WHAT HE DESERVES. Overall I think Seokjin and Jimin had the best reactions in Amsterdam, and London both.

impressions on boys As for the boys. Gonna be honest with y'all I was so busy filming Jungkook solo all day that I didn't really notice others?? fdjkghdf since i already had thel ondon date i figured today was jungkook's day now i had sights on him proper.. Some notes, Yoongi, Jimin and Namjoon spoke some Dutch and it was super cute!! Yoongi did it first fjgdkhfdg 

Yoongi: Super smol but big hands, and fluffy cheeks (he bloats really easily lolol) his see saw performance was REALLY good today too, i feel like reaction to seesaw is the best, everyone's always singing the whole song w it while most of the crowd struggled with their title tracks in both london and amsterdam LOLLL yoongi must be so proud over it.. also he's the first to speak in dutch to us but it was like really suddenly right before they were performing so nobody really noticed fjghkdfg and u know when he makes a dad joke and he smiles flustered, but nobody reacts to his jokes.. he did that thing LOLLL

Namjoon; very long and slender, his legs are legit 70% of his body and he went offffff today like when he's into shit like tear i cry cuz oh my god merCY kjdfhgdhjkfg Namjoon seemed to really love Amsterdam tbh he kept talking bout stuff to do while the others had fairly standard stuff to say, with a lot of repeat from the london concert too (which is fine vconsidering its hard for themt o speak in eng too)

Hoseok: He looks a lot sharper irl?? im not sure if i said differently last time, but now i saw him up close he's definitely much more handsome, cameras dont do him justice.. also he always has the most gentle smile on his face and it calmed me down a lot jkfgh

Taehyung: tbh im not sure if i missed him but i didnt really see him on my side a lot? i think like a few times i tried to film but couldnt really get it..?? julie did tho.. he's kind of.. small? but not small like yoongi but small like i'd confuse him for a high school kid.. BUT his face?? is really smth else his face is SO small but his features are sooooooo big and sharp.. god himself shaped this boy

Jin: ok yeah this man is 10000% more handsome irl liek i was filmin jk and lost focus and then jin appeared and i almost dropped my phone cause what the fuck?? hes GORGEOUS.. he didnt do the forehead/glasses look today though, unfortuantely cause jesus christ that was something else. he was bein a crackhead to jk again today rofll

jimin: he's legit a fairy irl lol it doesnt make sense.. like.. he's... really pretty....... super super super pretty, guys like legitimiately glowing.. he was super playful today and he seemed really happy to perform on his birthday which is super pure considering.. who likes working on their birthday? he like moved his dressshirt/blouse off shoulder a bit during the fake love portion of the set and oh ym god h..e..........HE... his collar... i want 2 kiss it.......platonically.

as for jimin's birthday.. omg he's so cute? they were at the extended stage when his birthday message came up (a message in dutch) and he like instantly rushed back to the main stage to show off his birthday message and he proceeded to talk in dutch about how it's his birthday, and how army are his gift?? it was suuuper cute!! imagine Jimin practicing his dutch just for this moment fdgkjhdf

jungkookie!!

Anyways onto ma boy!! Jungkook is absolutely unreal pretty. He didn't look as bloated/pained today so i guess i saw The Jungkook today and he's so.. sharp looking??? like his jawline and cheekbones are insane and like the dimple?? ughhhhh he looked a lil smaller now i was upclose but his thighs were still gods gift.. also he did forehead kookie instead of coconut kookie, i remain blessed.. he always hears my prayers..

throughout the show he was honestly super cute, he kept dancing in his chair to the choreo, spinning in circles while doing it, hopping around the stage slowly to wave and look at every fan.. he even looked towards me at some point but i legitimately dodged and turned away cause like I FELT SO GReaYS ANd i'd rather not have him see me like that lmaooo anyways it's so super cute how despite his injury he still tries to give it his all at all times, and now he could walk around he's instantly back at trying to make interactions with all fans?? a precious baby honestly!!

his ending ment was really-really sweet as well and it always amazes me how eloquent he can get when he gets to share us his real feelings.. i really am glad he's not too disappointed in himself anymore and has reached a point where he's just working on getting better instead<3!!

other than that, just like in london.. jungkook's vocals are insane. i don't care that he's not top tier vocalist in terms of technique but he got smth completely else and thats' how comffortably he can move around in his range and remain stable and it's just.. so amazing to hear him hit certain notes with almost.. ease? voice never cracks even after 23948234 songs it's so sickkkk

anyways this was definitely one of the best nights in my life.. despite allt hes tress and anxiety.. i’m sosoosos glad i went through all of this for that.. i had the greatest company and ended up having the greatest experience<3

#ania shut up! #bts in amsterdam 2018 #if i got typo''s etc its not proofread #just honest thoughts!! #there they go super long

[henry-hart]

The Danger Begins s1 ep1

I’m so glad I decided to rewatch this because it made me so happy!!!! (also, to keep you guys from getting uber annoyed with me, i’m just gonna lb on one big post like this from now on lolol)

first off

s1 henry was the cutest thing to ever exist. ever. my heart couldn’t take it bc he’s so grown now but in that first ep he’s this adorable little baby chick ajdksjslk

it was so incredible to see Siren on my screen. Like, within thirty seconds BAM there she was. i felt blessed, like she blessed my laptop

PIPER. MY OVERDRAMATIC DAUGHTER. I miss her “I am NOT okay!!!” catchphrase akdjlsj 

her “so we’re living like animals now” reply to being told to wait for her video to load---same girl, same.

Henry at 13 was a million times more proactive about the whole job search than I have ever been and I’m 22 sksjskjsk

his whole “I’m not good at anything. I’m a big ball of average”---I feel that lol

“No special skills needed.” “That’s me!!” 

okay one of Char’s first lines was “One day when you two are cleaning my pool bc you failed this algebra test...” and it doesn’t get more iconic than that

GOOCH. I HAVE MISSED YOU. 

Ray just coming in with all these ridiculous questions lolol poor Hen

“I’m 13. I’ll be 14....on my next bday.” ajskjsksljk

“Ah, so you’re aging sequentially. I like that. The name’s Ray.” “Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Henry.” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I....don’t think....I’ve asked any questions...????” loved it

I laughed when Ray changed into his uniform and the zipper got stuck (that never happens again????)

“Did you have to melt my phone???” Hen, sweetie, hate to break it to you, but your phone gets broken.....preeeeetty much every ep (need me a bank account like that where I can steady get new iphones)

WhAt Do YoU mEaN nO sPeCiAl SkIlLs HeNrY???? yOu NoTiCeD tHe TaToO!!!!!! u smart lil cookie

Ray was all “I’m getting old. I can’t do this forever.” Two things: 1) RAY DID YOU JUST REFER TO YOURSELF AND OLD IN THE SAME SENTENCE??? 2) why is this never mentioned again??? Like, Ray got a sidekick to pass the mantle onto someone younger to keep protecting Swellview when he’s done. We’re like 4 yrs down the line, and they haven’t even hinted towards CM retiring??? (I know that would mean the end of the show, but they could at least bring it up every now and then)

OK. hated the toddler then. hate him now. 

Props to the props department (ha ha get it???) for all the junk in the store. It’s all so strange and doesn’t make sense and fits the show so well (also it seems like each ep has diff junk??? that’s impressive)

“They seem like nice kids.” “Yeah, they’re names are Jasper x Charlotte. I’ve known them ever since--” “Get rid of them.” “I’ll get rid of them.”

DAWWWW Jasper x his buckets :’))))

“I told you Canadian money upsets ppl!!!” Ah Char (I wonder if Riele comes up with some of these Canada jokes??)

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT HEN’S HORRIBLE TEST WARDROBE. IMAGINE IF THEY HAD KEPT ONE OF THOSE IDEAS AKSJLKSJ (there really wasn’t any need for a whole test wardrobe tho--just style an outfit to fits Ray’s. His obvs works out well for him) (I know that’s what they ended up doing lolol)

Okay, Ray’s “Oh man. I ate a lot of fruit.” line KILLS. ME. bc when i first watched this ep, every time the scene changed and Ray was shown w/ a diff fruit, I was like, “Why...is he eating so much fruit????” bc they’re all diff and he even eats a whole pineapple--outside peel and all. BUT I WAS THINKING IT AND THEN HE SAID IT AND IT MADE IT ONE MILLION TIMES FUNNIER.

LIL BB HEN IN HIS SUIT FOR THE FIRST TIME. I CRY. HE’S SO TINY AND HAPPY

“Chew gum. Blow bubble. Fight crime.” Ray wrote those instructions. I just know it. aksjskl

“And what does a single flashing light mean?” “Just to shoot me a text, you know, whenever.” aksjklsk

HENRY JUST GAVE HIS PLEDGE. THEN. HE. SAID. THE. ICONIC. “FEELS GOOD” FOR. THE. FIRST. TIME. I’M CRYING.

Hen not knowing how to get the tubes to work and just jumping up and down making noises aksjlsk

“Affirmative.” “That means ‘yes’.” “I got that.” and so the sass begins lolol love it

“Awwww no! That was my favorite bridge!”

“I hate my life and I am NOT okay.” i feel u Pipes

the sass is strong in those Hart kids. Siren x Jake can’t catch a break aksjslk

Siren. Hart. Is. So. Beautiful. her hair just looks so good this ep

“I’ll run away. I’ll do it.” ajskjskl Pipes chill

Jake....Siren...that’s....your son on the tv screen...like.....that’s literally your child’s face.....the product of both of your genes is right there.....plastered on the screen.....how do u....not....recognize him?????

“Two ppl said they might come.” “Who?” “Sidney Birnbaum and Oliver Pook.” “Ew.” “Those guys eat bugs.” “So? They’re people.” I just love the kid’s line delivery here lolol

I just want everyone to know that s1 Henry is the cutest. I already said it, but I’m saying it again. 

Henry panicking bc he doesn’t want C x J to keep reading about KD but he also doesn’t know what to do so he just throws a glass and smacks C’s phone out of her hand and clean across the room ajskjslk SAME

Jace was so.....twitchy in the first two seasons. He’s really mellowed---which I understand it happens when you get older---but it’s just so funny to see this little bean with all his crazy expressions and loud outbursts and rapid movements lolol

Hey Lelani? You’re hot (give me ukelele lessons pls)

“The toddler’s men stole 5,000 packages of diapers. Can you guess why?” “Uhhhh???” “To bombard the diapers with radioactive zenite particles.” “.....I would not have guessed that.”

also Ray getting lower to the ground as he talks and Hen just following is so funny to me. Ray was really extra in that first ep 

RAYMOND MANCHESTER HOW DARE YOU GET MAD AT HEN FOR WANTING TO GO TO HIS BFF’S BDAY PARTY INSTEAD OF FIGHTING CRIME. HE IS 13. AND YOU WOULD LATER CALL HIM UP WITH THE EMERGENCY ALARM PAST 12 AT NIGHT FOR CORNDOGS, SO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.

“Okay. Okay. It’s cool. You go to Jasper’s party. I’ll handle the toddler by myself. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’ve battled the toddler alone before--almost killed me, but whatever.” and u still want to take a 13 yr old out there??? Ray.

“No, I’m not bringing the muffins!” but u said u would

okay, but the news jumping from CM’s kidnapping to a report on why squirrels love nuts???? TOO tru (they really do that “here’s something serious. kids are dying. now here’s this pointless and meaningless crap” lolol)

“I can’t talk! I’m naked!” friends anyone??? (“You can’t come in. Ross is naked.” “Why’d you tell her I was naked???” “I couldn’t tell her I was naked. She’s allowed to see me naked.” “Why does anyone have to be naked???”) (sorry i just love friends akjslkjs)

I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE SIDNEY X OLIVER ON MY SCREEN. I LOVE THEM. 

I hate u toddler. just in case you were doubting.

Jasper unknowingly saving the day by downloading that sound effect app on Hen’s phone *claps for him*

Henry just....completely kicking butt on his second day???? That’s my son.

“Captain Man!” “Henry!” “It’s Kid Danger.” :))))) I’M SQUEALING. I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. HIS LIL POINT TO RAY AND THAT SMALL SMILE. TOO. CUTE. (also Ray just namedropping like they don’t have identities to protect)

“How do I get you out of there?” “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been stuck in a baby bouncer hovering over a bottomless ball pit.” CALL SUPERHEROES OUT, RAY. all these extravagant traps they’re caught in and they just....know what to do??? Doubtful. (bottomless pits are impossible, but you know lol)

Ray swinging around everywhere in that baby bouncer was hilarious alkjdlksj

that spitting device is the literal WORST thing i have ever seen. i freaking hate spit.

God, i wish the toddler had stayed tf down there in that ball pit. i wish that bottle had blown him to the center of the earth. (sorry i just really don’t like him akdjslj)

“What do we do with this? (the bottle bomb)” “We give the baby his bottle.” “Ah. Good call.” “Hey.” “Suuuuup.” “Hurry.” “Oh, right.” aksjlsksjl there are some really good moments in this ep

Ray shielding Henry was <33333 (it would be really messed up if he hadn’t considering he’s indestructible, but I like to think that he chose to)

AJKSJSKLSKSJLK HENRY’S FACE WHEN RAY TOLD HIM “GOOD JOB” WAS SOOOOOOO PRECIOUS. He looked so shocked. Like, “CM thinks I did a good job????” 

It’s like, Henry’s second day on the job, and they’re just namedropping right and left. Why be careful???? It’s not like they have secret identities or anything.....(they steady use their real names. i guess they don’t really have to worry. C must be the only smart person in Swellview bc no one else seems capable of figuring it out. I mean, not even his parents recognized him ajksjslk)

If you need any proof that Ray is a good guy, just watch this ep. His willingness to show up to J’s party despite only knowing Hen for like two days is a solid testament to his character. This is the Ray I know and love.

awwwwww poor Jasp. your party isn’t a flop. It’s about to be lit af because your bff is HENRY FREAKING HART, THE SWEETEST BOY TO EVER LIVE.

Ray, your excuse is horrible. “My van broke down across the street so I decided to come into this house and into this basement.” alskjlskj what is that????

“You’re CM!” “Thank you.” “You’re my hero!” “Of course.” oh Ray

Henry’s just watching J freak out over CM, watching how excited and happy J is and knowing he did that for him, and it’s just----my heart is all ajkdjlsjks

Char is the cutest in this ep. she’s fangirling over CM, and it’s so weird bc now she can’t stand him lolol

Hen x Ray pretending they don’t know each other. SO. PRECIOUS. Ray’s face is so sweet and they share this secret smile and just GAHHHH

J asking CM if he can hit him w/ a bball bat alksjlk “Remember kids: never do this to anyone but CM bc regular ppl could be badly inju--AHHHHHH.......I wasn’t done talking.” “Did that hurt?” “Yeah. But I’m okay.” the way Ray says yeah cracks me up bc it’s like, duh it hurt. it was a bat hitting my head lolol

“Hey, CM?” “Yes, boy?” “Would it be ok if Jasp texted a few friends and told them you were here at his party?” “Suuurrreeee. I love being used.” Ray kills me. cooper x jace have some of the best line delivery/comedic timing akdjslkj

*J is shaking CM’s hand* “Thank you so much! This is the best day of my life!” “Ha ha, are your hands always this sweaty?” “Yes sir.” “He takes medicine for it.” “Wellllll, it’s not working.” *wipes hand on J and leaves wet mark* ajsklj poor Jasper

Henry brought the muffins after all <33333 “Muffins.” “Yeah.” (you can tell Jace x Sean were already good friends. so cute.)

Hen x Char got Jasp the bucket from the shop that Gooch wouldn’t let him have. Dawwwwww

“For awhile there, I thought you weren’t gonna come.” “Come on, man. I’ll always be there for you.” then. they. hug. they’re. so. cute. i. love. solid. friendships.

HENRY’S LAST LITTLE LOOK AT THE PARTY BEFORE HE LEAVES IS THE BEST THING EVER. THE LITTLE NOD HE MAKES LIKE, “YEAH. THIS IS GOOD.” LIKE, HE’S PERFECTLY OK WITH MISSING OUT SO LONG AS EVERYONE ELSE IS HAVING FUN. AHHHHHH. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. :)))))) <3333333

that was a perfect way to end an ep

<3

I’m glad I watched this. I’ve forgotten most of the earlier episodes which is a crime because they’re so good. It was hard to see Jace so little when he’s so grown now!!!!! My heart couldn’t take it. But lil Henry is precious and I love him. Stay tuned for more rewatches!!!! xoxoxox

#sorry if this was long or incoherent #it was a wild ride #i had to stop watching halfway thru bc of some stupid crap going on #but i finished and here we are #this was fun #watching hd makes me happy #i'm gonna do this for every ep #maybe #aksljlks #hd rewatch #the danger begins #episode synopsis

[queensofrap]

Wonder Woman: How Remy Ma Changed The Game For Female Rappers in 2017

"Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a bully. I actually bully the bullies"

Remy Ma strolls into MASS APPEAL HQ with a relatively small entourage for a multiplatinum artist who just inked a multimillion-dollar recording contract with Columbia Records. After conferring with her team, she agrees to bless us with a preview of tracks from her forthcoming album, Seven Winters, Six Summers. The album’s title refers to the amount time she spent at the Bedford Hills Correctional Facility for Women following a well-publicized shooting incident that interrupted one of the most promising come-ups in hip hop.

The Bronx native—born Reminisce Smith and raised in the Castle Hill projects of the BX before being discovered by the late Big Pun—picked up right where she left off, recording a track with DJ Khaled on her first day home. This past February she dropped Plato o Plomo with her Terror Squad comrade Fat Joe, which included the double-platinum single, “All The Way Up.” But her most talked-about release of the year was “SHEther”.  That song and its aftermath would alter the course of both artists’ careers, proving that Minaj was not untouchable, winning Remy a BET Award for Best Female Rapper, and helping to clear a space in modern hip hop for women like Remy, Cardi B, and many others to shine.

 I remind Remy that I haven’t seen her since September 2014, when she and her husband Papoose invited a small group of family, friends and select media to dine on sirloin and shrimp at Don Pancho’s steakhouse in the Bronx. Remy had just come home from her incarceration and had to skip dessert that night so she could check in with her P.O. She still has a curfew today, although the terms of her parole have been somewhat relaxed. Before cueing up the tracks, Remy heads straight toward the Ms. Pac Man machine and proceeds to catch wreck, clearing the first level and earning bonus lives without getting got by a single ghost. Her new manager, Vincent Herbert (who’s worked with the likes of Aaliyah, Lady Gaga, and, as reality show viewers know well, his ex-wife Tamar Braxton) grabs the joystick, and let’s just say doesn’t fare quite as well. Or, as Remy puts it, he’s on “the struggle bus.”

Remy takes the opportunity to play a few tracks, skipping “Wake Me Up” the first single from the project featuring Lil Kim (She does, however, take a moment to recognize Kim’s tremendous impact on the rap game, and to wonder aloud why, unlike other genres, “in hip hop we throw our legends away.”) Instead, she searches her iPhone and cues up “Melanin (Pretty Brown),” an ode to every shade of skin complexion, featuring an especially gorgeous vocal by Chris Brown. Next up is “Company,” featuring fellow Bronx bomber A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie. There’s time for one more track, this one featuring French Montana, before we make our way into the video studio for a wide-ranging interview. Remy spoke about how she’s never backed down from a fight in her life (this weekend’s brief dustup with Azealia Banks went down after our talk), how she got through those seven winters, and why she decided to spend her time on the Summer Jam stage promoting unity among female rappers—with one notable exclusion, of course. Today MASS APPEAL kicks off our year-end coverage with Big Year, Big Talk, a salute to the people who shifted the culture this year.

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Welcome, Remy. And thanks for bringing the boots!

Thank you for addressing my boots. They’re kinda cute.

Who made those?

Off-White makes these. I like their brand. I’m kinda like a tomboy at heart, so any chance I get to get any type of tomboy swag going on, I’m definitely down for it.

That’s a surprise because my first Remy Ma memory was at the Mix Show Power Summit in the Bahamas. You were performing “I’m Conceited” on stage and you were not giving tomboy at all.

[Laughs] Really?

No, you were definitely giving femme fatale.

“Conceited” was definitely one of my more fun records that I got to be super girly on. That is definitely one of those records that was inspired by certain things that happened to me, certain things that I see, or certain things that people say to me. Ya know, around the time when I made “Conceited,” it was just so much going on in the industry as far as women were concerned and everyone felt like you had to be sexy and ‘you gotta wear your hair like this’ and ‘you have to talk like that’ and you have to walk like…. And I’m like, “First of all, do y’all hear how deep my voice is?” It’s just a lot. I gotta go through a lot. Ya know? It’s a lot going on here!

This is when labels still had artist development and they told you how to answer questions and what to say and what not to say. And I was just like, ‘This is fucking stupid. Why can’t I just be me? Like, I don’t always wanna have on makeup.” I literally did my own makeup today.

Facts.

I would take off my glasses and show y’all my work, but I’m not really sure how it looks in these type of lights, so I’ll wait. But, I don’t wanna ever have to be that girl that I have to turn into Remy Ma. Like, “Oh I gotta go sit with MASS APPEAL. Let me put on my Remy Ma outfit and turn into Remy Ma.” Like [switching to, shall we call it, a “Valley Girl” voice?] “Oh my God! I’m so glad to be here guys! Thank you so much for having me. Yes, I’m so excited.” I don’t ever wanna have to do that shit. Like, that shit wack to me.

Anybody who knows me, they be like, “Rem, you don’t do fake well.” This guy, he works on my team and he says to me, “Rem, your fake is fucking horrible.” And it’s because,I just can’t. Anybody who’s ever seen me or ever met me, whether it was at an interview, at a concert, in a studio, in the fucking supermarket, in the parking lot, they’re always gonna get the same Rem. And you know, back then when they had this artist development, they wanted you to be a certain way, and I’m just like, “Everybody is different!” Everybody has their own thing that’s cool about them. That’s how God made us. You may not be the prettiest person in the world, but maybe you have a nice voice or maybe you have nice handwriting, or maybe you have cute toes or—I don’t know! Everybody has something about them that would be considered desirable to someone else, and I just wished and I wanted people to see that. To realize, “Look, don’t nobody want the same everything all the time.”

I like certain things for certain reasons. I don’t want to see you recreate that. I want it from over there. And that was the inspiration behind “Conceited.” So that was like, “OK, y’all want me to be sexy? I’ma be sexy in my own way.” Like, I don’t give a fuck about anything. “I look too good for this. I look too good for that.” I look at myself like this and I feel like that’s OK. I got a little fat, but OK, my man likes it. I feel like even more so now—shit, we need a record like that now because with this social media thing, it has people trying to live up to the most unreasonable, unrealistic expectations. Especially with women! They’re competing. They’ll see a photo and you’re competing with somebody who literally is doctored. Like they went, sat on a table, got whatever done and then they took a picture, and then they doctored the picture, so it’s double doctored! And you’re in your house, starving yourself—you know, waist training, running a mile a day—and you’re trying to understand why you’re not getting these results and you’re beating yourself up. It’s just unreal.

Like I said, that was the wave I was on there. I don’t really remember what I had on at that summit that you saw me at. I know it was the Bahamas because I remember around that time, that was the Mix Show Power Summit. I remember that time period for a lot of psycho reasons. I was a very different Remy Ma back then. but… That was the coolest shit ever. Do they still have those things?

I don’t think so, but that was just a memory sparked by your boots. I was planning to start the interview a whole different way. I was actually gonna start in the Bronx. What does it mean to you as an artist to represent the Bronx?

The Bronx, to me it’s just pretty much where I grew up. What’s crazy, before I went to prison, it was cool to have a gazillion AKAs. It was like Remy Ma, the BX Savior, the Queen of NY, Shezus Christ. I had all these different names and The Queen of NY thing, it came… People say like I have the strongest New York accent ever. I never really realized that until—still never. But people just tell me, so I guess it’s true to some extent. Too many people say it. But also I literally have lived in every single borough. I was born and raised in the Bronx, but I went to high school and some of junior high school in Queens. I went to elementary school in Harlem. I even lived in, believe it or not, Staten Island. I lived on Governor’s Island when I stayed with my aunt. Her and my uncle were in the Coast Guard, so at the time the station was Governor’s Island.

I literally could go to any borough and find cool places to eat or little things that you really wouldn’t know unless you lived there. And people are like, ‘How do you know about this?’ I’m like, “Oh, I used to live here.” My mom was like a black gypsy, shelter-hopping, so I ended up living in a lot of different places in New York. But the Bronx was always my home base. Because that’s where I was born. Most of my friends growing up were from the Bronx. My grandmother always lived in the Bronx and that was the one person that never moved, so it was like we’d live over here, but then I’d go visit my grandmother in the Bronx. Then we’d move here, and I’d go visit my grandmother in the Bronx.

Even now, when I came home, I moved to the Bronx because of my parole stipulations. If I lived in Jersey, I would literally need permission to come into New York every time I came to New York. So I was like, “Alright, I have to find one of the boroughs.” And it just made sense for me to live in the Bronx. Of course, much to the chagrin of my husband, who’s from Brooklyn, moving to the Bronx from Brooklyn is like light years away. He’s like, “This is crazy! I’d rather live in Manhattan.” I’m like, “Nah, I just don’t feel safe there. It’s a bit crazy there.” But the Bronx, that’s just home to me. It’s always gonna be home, no matter where I move, no matter where I go.

Like I said, I lived in all these other places, especially in Queens where I grew up and went to school. They were like, ‘She saying she’s from the Bronx, but she’s really from Queens!’ I’m like, “So, we’re gonna act like y’all didn’t call me The Bitch from the Bronx when I lived out here? Fine. Cool. We’ll act like that never happened. We’ll act like y’all knew me my whole life. Y’all act like I wasn’t a whole teenager when y’all first met me.”

But a lot of my friends are from Queens. My first high school that I went to, before I started getting kicked out and high school hopping, was in Queens. I pretty much go out there a lot. My in-laws live in Queens, so I literally am a native of every borough in some shape, form or fashion.

Why’d you get kicked out of high school?

I didn’t get kicked out of high school. I got kicked out of high schools, with an “s.” I literally went to like seven, eight high schools. I started out at MLK in Manhattan. That was the school that I got accepted to. Then I switched my school to Bryant High School in Queens, because this guy that I liked went to the school and then I got into the school and I realized he wasn’t even the cutest guy in the school, and I started liking some other guy. I was like, “I might as well switch back to the school that I was in.” But then I couldn’t switch back to there because I had already got into like a gazillion fights and my record. I stayed in fights in high school, so then I went to the Bronx. And I went to the Roosevelts and Stevenson and Lehman. I literally almost went to every high school in the Bronx because I would get into fights and get kicked out of school—like literally expelled. The years that I was in high school there was no suspensions. It was like, “No, you got to go, get out of here.”

One time on my first day of school—I swear it was the first day of school—I got jumped on the school bus. My mother would not believe me for shit. I’m like, “I swear to everything I didn’t do anything.” We sat down with the principal. They was like, “You know you probably shouldn’t wear all that jewelry to school.” I was like, “OK, whatever.” And that was the meeting before school. First day of school I go back without my mom and I had a perfect day that day. I’m on the bus and I’m sitting in the back seat of the bus and these rowdy-ass kids on the bus—neighborhood kids! And I just see them violating mad people that’s on the bus and I’m just watching like, ‘Yo, they are crazy. I’m glad nobody saying nothing to me. Let them do what they do. I’m just waiting for my stop.”

I’m watching them just do mad foul shit to people and then the bus takes off from whatever stop we were at. Somebody’s like, ‘Yo somebody hold that door down. Nobody’s getting off the next stop.” I’m like, ‘Wow, they’re stopping people from getting off the bus!” So now I look out the window like, ‘Wait, next stop is my stop!’ So I said, “I’m getting off of this bus! I’m telling you right now!” So they’re like, ‘Who said that? Who said that?’ I’m like, “Me! Next stop is my stop and I’m getting off this bus.”

“Yo! Who Shorty think she is? Let’s get off the bus and fuck her up!” So I’m saying in my head, “Let’s—that’s a contraction for let us—get off the bus and fuck her up.” Oh, so y’all think y’all gonna jump me? Cool.

Bus stops. They all get off the bus. I guess it was raining earlier that day or whatever because, for some reason, I had an umbrella. And I probably ended up getting jumped by more people than was absolutely necessary because I just got off the bus and started cracking anybody in my vicinity with the umbrella. Ended up getting jumped. It was a whole big thing. It kept going. It escalated to when I went back to school and I got kicked out of the school too. But I really had it in my mind that I was going to be good in that school. And then eventually I got kicked out of the school and went to another school, and then I met Pun somewhere in those next couple of weeks or months while I was in school and I was like, “Ha ha fuck school! That’s my best friend right now! Fuck you mean, nigga?’

Hold on, were those guys on the bus who jumped you?

It was guys and girls on the bus. It was just really crazy. And I swear until this day, when I tell my mom she’s just like, “I don’t believe it.” And I’m like, “I’m telling you, I swear! I really didn’t do anything.” So I was just supposed to sit there on the bus and just miss my stop because they said they were not letting anybody off the bus? I mean, looking back now, the new and improved me would’ve just been like, “Yo, let me just walk to the front of the bus and maybe I’ll get off in the front”‘ But what the fuck do you mean nobody’s getting off? Like, who the fuck do you think y’all are?

Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bully. I actually bully the bullies. Like, I would get in trouble in school and I’ll call my mom and they’ll be like, “You know I understand that was her cousin, so she had to protect her cousin.” My mother would be like, “She doesn’t have any cousins. What are you talking about?” But that was like my lie every time. If I seen somebody doing something to somebody I would be like, “No, that’s my cousin. Like, you’re not doing that to my cousin.” Literally just interject myself and make the person my friend. Like, all my friends were just like random people in school that I met and I seen somebody doing something and in my mind like, “I would never let them do that to me.” I was like the bully to the bullies.

You’re like Wonder Woman!

Not Wonder Woman! [Laugs] I just keep the same energy with everybody! Everybody gets the same treatment with me. Unfortunately, I actually get some slack for it. They’re like, “There’s no gray areas with you.” I’m like, “Yeah, I’m either going to treat everybody nice or I’m going to treat everybody like shit.” There is no in between.

Let’s get to Pun. Did you know that you could rap when you met him? Were you already rapping?

Yes, I knew I could rap when I met Pun. It wasn’t something that I did for a living. Kids today are like, “I’m going to be a rapper and I’m going to get this money” and literally don’t get a whole other job because they plan on being a rapper one day. No, I had a regular job and I just knew I could rap. I used to hang out with all the guys in my neighborhood and they will literally take me on different hood tours to battle rap other guys from other projects and get money. So I knew I could rap.

And you were winning?

I didn’t lose. Nah, I was winning.

Beating guys, and were they in their feelings?

Absolutely. Like, “Oh who wrote that for her?” I didn’t even understand that. I don’t think I ever knew that there was such a thing as a ghostwriter until I met Pun. The actual rap that I first said for Pun is the verse that is on “Ms. Martin” on the Yeeeah Baby album.

When I spit it to him he was like, “Oh that’s dope!” Then he was like, “Let me hear something else because that may be the only hot rhyme you got.” No. I said some other shit. And he was like, “That’s dope! Who be writing for you? Like your brother?” I’m like, “What? What do you mean who’s writing for me? Me!” I was so confused. When I found out that people were actually not writing their own lyrics, I was like, “This is fucking cheating!” Singing is a little bit different, I get it. If a singer doesn’t write their own lyrics they still showcase their talent through their vocal abilities. Like, I could write it all day, but I can’t sing it and make it sound like Whitney Houston would make it sound. But rapping? I was like, “This is super cheating!” Because this is based on your lyrics and what you’re saying, so I was so confused as to why he was asking me who was writing my rhymes. But when he told me he was giving me my own song on his Yeeeah Baby album I was like, “Oh, alright, I know what I want to rap about. Let me hear the beat again.”

He’s like, “Nah, nah, nah, I already know what I want you to say.” I’m like, “Oh, you’re not writing my rhyme!” He’s like, “First of all, if I wrote your rhyme it will be the best rap you’ve ever had in your life. But no, I want you to rap the same rap that you spit for me when I met you. I want people to hear what I heard the first time I heard you.” I’m like, “What? Why?” I was devastated. It was like the end of the world to me. I was still in high school. I had raps for days, like books on top of books and a thousand rhymes stored in my head—stuff that I wanna say. This is the first time everyone’s gonna hear me. I wanna say this, I wanna say that. He was like, “Nope, you’re gonna say the rhyme you said when I first met you!”

What did you say?

[rapping] I inhale the deepest, cock back and bust rhymes at ya speakers/ I’m trouble/ Shoot out the air bubbles in ya sneakers…

Ooooh!

That shit, that flow. I wasn’t mad after the fact, but at the time I wanted to kill him. I was like, “Noooo! Why? I wanna say something else.” We’re not even gonna talk about how Pun literally tried to change my name. One day I came into the studio and he was like, “I was thinking of rap names for you.” And I’m like, “What do you mean rap names?” And he was like, “You know how I’m the Punisher? I’m thinking how you’ll be Punish-HER.” I was actually going to name my first album that. But then I was like, “No. I’m not Punish-HER”‘

He’s like, “Alright, what about Colors?” I’m like, “Why can’t I just be Remy? Everyone has called me Remy my entire life. I don’t understand why I have to have some name that no one has ever called me that you just made up.”

It’s crazy because he did that before to Tony Sunshine. Before Tony Sunshine was Tony Sunshine, he was R&B. We all called him R&B, period. It’s so bad that I even call him Tony Sunshine now. But for the first few months that I met him, everybody would call him R&B. And one day he told me his name was going to be Tony Sunshine. I think Pun waited until he had an interview with a big magazine or something, like, “Yeah, and I have my new artist Remy Martin and Tony Sunshine.” And that was his fucking name and he just stuck with Tony Sunshine. Even though Tony Sunshine now is kind of dope, but it’s like, “How do you just change somebody’s name? What’s wrong with you?” Pun was really crazy.

Pun wrote great raps but horrible rap names!

Nah, he went for like a whole day on that Punish-HER shit! “I’m telling you this shit crazy. I’m the Punisher, Big Pun, and you’re Punish-HER.” I’m like, “No Pun. It’s not gonna work.”

Before Pun, somebody must’ve inspired you to put these rhymes together. Did you have like a rap hero who inspired you to do this?

I’m probably gonna regret this down the line, but I’m gonna say my older brother. Definitely. He was into rap. I was the nerdy kid in school—always in the top class, teacher’s pet. I was the one cleaning the board at the end of the day and collecting the homework. That was me. And I used to do poetry. I entered all the spelling bee contests. I used to be in this thing called a storytelling contest where you have to take a book and literally learn it word for word verbatim and the judges would be sitting there with the book while you’re reading it to them from memory.

I was just like a nerd and I used to write poems and my brother would come in and he’d be rapping “Know the Ledge” and all this different Rakim stuff, and he was on his Pac wave. And I used to be like, “Yo, this is dope.” So that was like the first spark I got. And then one day I was in the Bronx—I was on the stoop because that was the rules, you couldn’t leave the stoop—and they were having a block party on my block. And I heard this music [starts humming “The Show” opening melody] and Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh are performing at the block party on my block!

And I’m just like what the fuck is this? And everyone’s going crazy. Literally to this day, that’s one of my top ten favorite rap songs of all time.

After that I would sneak and take my poems and try to rap them to the beat. I don’t know when the full transition happened, but I kinda stopped writing poems and my poetry book turned into a rhyme book and I just had books of rhymes.

That makes sense! Alright, let’s talk about the making of “Lean Back.” Khaled told me y’all did it in a garage?

Yeah. At the time, DJ Khaled was not the Khaled that you guys know today. We at Khaled’s house, and Joe is in the corner doing his Fat Joe thing, and Khaled was “Beat Novacane.” He’s still saved in my phone as Beat Novacane—like, there’s no DJ Khaled in my phone, just Beat Novacane. And we were working on the Terror Squad album and we all had our solo songs. My song was “Yeah Yeah Yeah,” which originally had just me on it, but Joe got on it. And I’m in the studio and I’m just like “Play the album through and let me hear what it’s sounding like so I can see what I can add to it.” So he just gets to this one song that I didn’t even hear before [starts singing the “Lean Back” beat]. I’m like, “What was that? Play that again!”

I’m listening and it’s Joe and he has three verses on it. So I listen to all three of them and I’m like, “The second one. That’s the weakest one. Take that one out, please! Not just mute it, I want it gone! Never to be seen or heard from ever again. Cue the mic…” And I went and kinda bullied my way onto the record. Like, if he thinks for one fucking second that he’s gonna have this record all by himself, he’s fucking bugging. I don’t even know when they snuck and recorded it. I don’t know when Scott Storch weaseled himself in there and laid down the track. All I know is that I had to be on that record. And not to be cocky or whatever, but I know I’m not wack. They’re not gonna take my verse off once it’s on there.

Everyone came the next day and we’re all listening to it and we get to it and it’s like, “Lean Back, Lean Back.” And then when Joe thought his second verse was gonna come in… “R to the eazy/ M to the wizzi/ My arm stay breezy!” I was in the corner like, “Yup! I’m on there and it’s staying!”

So you know that definitely was a hijack situation. But it was dope. We literally recorded that whole Terror Squad album in Khaled’s crib in about two weeks. We all went down to Miami, the whole Squad, and we just knocked it out. It was a lot of fun and a lot of good music on there.

That verse is in the all time, that and the “Ante Up” remix.

“Ante Up” remix was another hijack situation. I spent the beginning years of my rap career hijacking my way onto songs. First of all, I was super young. I don’t think I had officially signed to Loud Records yet. I used to be hanging out at the office, getting to know everybody, waiting to see M.O.P. or to see anybody from Wu-Tang come through, or dying to run into Mobb Deep. Like the roster on Loud Records was crazy back then. They had Big Pun, Wu-Tang, Mobb Deep, and M.O.P. It was just bananas.

So when “Ante Up” came out I was like, “Yo, if they ever do a remix to this, I wish I could be on it.’ Like, I was literally in my house just wishing to be on it. So when the original came out, I wrote a verse as if I was on it. And when I heard that they were actually doing a remix, their A&R of their project, was kind of like my A&R too, eventually…

This was Matty C?

No, this was Sean C was working with them. And I was like, “Yo, if you could get them to hear this verse and they like it, I will love you forever.” And I did the verse and I think they sent it to Premier because the remix ended up being on Funkmaster Flex’s album. And they kept me on it. Like they had a meeting one day—I think they all thought I was a little boy at first—and they had a meeting and I was super pissed because when Premier mixed it, I don’t know what he did when he mixed my voice, but he made it sound squeakier. I was like, “What did he fucking do to my voice?” And they were like, “That’s Premier! You don’t question Premier.” And I’m like, “Fine. Whatever.” But we had this whole big meeting and M.O.P. was there, Busta Rhymes was there, and Prodigy. Prodigy was originally on the “Ante Up” remix too.

Really?

Yup. Prodigy was on the original “Ante Up” remix and he didn’t make the final cut. His verse was dope as fuck, but at the time he was beefing with JAY-Z and he said some line in there that was like a shot. Like, it wasn’t a direct shot, but if you knew what was going on, you knew. And they was like, “Not on this record.” And Prodigy was Prodigy then. Mobb Deep was at their peak. But they were like, “Nah, not on this record. We not doing that,” and I was like, “Welp, as long as my spot is solidified, I’m OK!” And then I had to come after Busta at that! And then we shot the video and Busta broke my Gucci glasses acting all crazy. Like he’s definitely my Gemini brother now, but that whole “Ante Up” video, I had just had my son and was super fat. I felt horribly ugly. I didn’t know anything about hair, makeup, nothing. I spent the whole video getting beat up by Busta Rhymes, cause he was really Busta Rhymes—like he wasn’t the chill, smooth Busta Rhymes that he is now. He was that knock you out by mistake and didn’t even realize it Busta Rhymes. But, one of my most memorable times of my whole career, the “Ante Up” remix.

So let’s get to those Seven Winters and Six Summers. We just heard a song where you were speaking about some real things that happened during that time.

I just played a song called “Company” off of my album, Seven Winters and Six Summers, with A Boogie. And in the record I say I was getting “one visit, two phone calls and three showers a week” and that’s true. That was my life for a long period of time. One visit, two phone calls, and three showers every week—and not necessarily guaranteed. Like, it’s not a guarantee you’re gonna get that one visit, not guaranteed you’re gonna get those two phone calls, and three showers. Like, I stayed in trouble—not as much as some of my friends. And you would literally get three showers a week, three ten-minute showers every seven days. And as a woman, that is horrible. It is very degrading. And you cherish when they give you those ten minutes. Like, you want to get to all of the very important parts and pray that all the soap is out when they cut the water off on you. And for seven winters and six summers that was my reality.

Was this a women’s correctional facility?

Yes this was a women’s facility.

And you were in there with hardcore offenders?

There’s only one maximum-security facility in New York State for women and I stayed there my entire time. Like, it’s crazy because people don’t realize why seven winters and six summers is the name. I could not fathom counting my time in years—definitely wasn’t counting it in months. And where my window was you could only see trees out the window. Let’s say if it was 2012 and the trees were green. I knew I had about four more summers to go—four, maybe five depending on if they gave me good time or not. If it was 2009 and the trees were just branches, I knew I had about six or seven more winters to go.

When it was all said and done, I ended up getting my college degree, and that took a couple of minutes of my time. I did a total of seven winters and six summers. And when I was recording my album, I’d be trying to figure out ways to sneak in tidbits of information, because nobody wants you preaching to them. I can’t even really take myself there. Like certain verses that you guys are going to hear in certain songs, those are lyrics that I actually wrote when I was in prison.

The way it works is when you’re in prison, people are like, “Oh, I know you got mad rhymes, I know you wrote this that and the third.” Like, you are so fucked up in the head and you are so depressed and your life just feels like total shit, your creative juices are stagnant. You get little spurts here and there because I was there for so long, obviously, but you’re not just in there cranking it out. You’re fucking stressed. It’s not a happy time. So it’s hard to put yourself in a different scene, like, “I’m in the club” or “I’m driving this car” or “I’m chilling with my friends just living life and thinking positive thoughts.” It’s hard.

I can’t even front, my life is great right now. Thank God. I have a really good life and I have my health and I have my husband and I have my children and I have money and fame and success—a lot of the things that I thought might not even be possible again. It’s hard to put myself back in that mindstate when everything was so dark and I couldn’t see the light. I don’t even think my brain wants to go back there. My brain is like, “Uh-uh, I don’t want to go there. Nah, we not doing that.” There was a song called “Dreamin'” on the Plato O Plomo album where I said, “I used to be in the cell dreaming that I was home/ And I now I’m home and I’ll be dreaming I’m back in the cell.”

And that shit is so crazy because I would literally be in prison having the most vivid realistic dreams, like I could dream that I have on these boots and I’m doing interviews and the shit would seem real as fuck. And then you wake up and you’re in this fucking little-ass 6′ x 8′ cell with this toilet next to you and a locker. And it’s just fucking horrible and it’s nothing you can do about it.

Now I’ll be home to my big-ass California king bed in my house where it is warm and toasty and my husband is next to me and my son is in the next room sleeping, and I be having nightmares that I’m in prison. Like, I will have on my state greens, my hair is braided. The shit seems just as real as the dreams felt with me being home when I was locked up. The shit is super traumatizing, like it’s crazy. It’s fucking retarded. I can’t even explain it. But seven winters and six summers, it’s like enough time for you to think about a lot of shit.

I spent most of my adult life in prison. When I caught my case, I was 25 going on 26. And when I came home I was starting my thirties. When you’re young and you’re 25, you’re like you’re going to retire at 30 and you’re going to buy this, start a business—and all that shit was thrown out the window. So I’m like, “Where do I start from? What do I have to do?” I’m definitely not going to go get a regular-ass job, like, that’s not happening. I had to figure out what I was going to do.

I spent a lot of my time during those seven winters and six summers researching. I got a subscription to Billboard. I was looking up touring and I was looking at charts. I was looking up who was doing what and who was doing this and what the labels were doing and I came home and literally got straight to work. I came home at 4:30, 8 o’clock that night, I was in the studio with Khaled doing that “They Don’t Love You No More” remix. And I knew that’s what I had to do in order for me to even have a chance of being successful at this music thing again, I had to literally come out and get straight to work. I didn’t have time to chill. I didn’t have time to go get a license or health insurance or go see my mom for all the things I thought I was going to do if I wanted to succeed or have a chance at succeeding. I knew I had to go straight to work.

And you did that and the work is there now for everyone to hear. And we see you went double platinum and you signed a new deal. Congratulations on that BET award, by the way. But I want to ask about that Summer Jam moment you created. What was that about? Why did you want to bring all those women together?

OK, the Summer Jam moment. I love when people ask me about it because that means that my intentions and my goals are being met. At this time, the whole beef thing was still lingering around and everybody was like, “Yo, you gotta go up there and kill shorty! You gotta put her on the screen!” And I’m just like, ‘Everybody did that.’ You could do that, but what I wanna do is something that’s going to be remembered past that—something that, years from now, people are gonna be like, “Yo, remember when Rem did Summer Jam?”

Like, it’s easy for me to break something. It’s easy for me to take a glass and pick it up and shatter it—break it into a million pieces. It’s easy to tear something down. Not everybody can make a glass. Not everybody can take the sand and melt it down and turn it into glass and then form it and make a cup—and now you can drink out of it. It’s harder to build something, and that’s what I wanted to do.

I’m like, “Yo, this is the most that female rap has been talked about in years. What can I do so that it resonates? And not just for right now, but after Summer Jam. Everybody told me that I couldn’t do it. “Oh, you know how women are. They’re catty. This one don’t like this one and this one I don’t like that one, and they need their hair done and they need makeup and they need wardrobe.” So you know what? I took my whole budget and I started making phone calls. “Where you need me to fly you from? Where is your make up artist? What hotel you want to stay? What airlines you want to fly with?”

A lot of people I got to reconnect with. I hadn’t spoken to people in so many years. Everybody that I called was like, “Rem, I got you. It’s no problem. Yes, this is dope! Oh this is gonna be crazy.” If I would’ve thought of the idea two months ahead as opposed to two weeks ahead, it would’ve been so crazy because there were people like Dej Loaf like, “Yo, I want to be there but I got this concert I got to do.'”Or Trina who was like, “Oh, I’m doing a show in Atlanta”‘ Or Eve, who was stuck overseas in London somewhere. But Monie Love came. Rah Digga came. Young M.A came. Lil Kim came. Cardi B was there, MC Lyte, Lady of Rage. Queen Latifah flew in from Switzerland. Dopest moment hands down. Like top 3 dopest moments in my hip hop career and it was all love. I tell people all the time, “If you could see how we were…” I wish there was footage of our interactions backstage, like everybody just fanning out over each other. Like, ‘Yo, let me get a picture of you. Oh, I love you!’ Nothing but love. Amazing moment. Loved it.

Is there a queen of hip hop?

One? Just one person? Is there a king of hip hop?

That’s a fair question.

People ask if there’s a queen of hip hop. Is there one person that’s the king of hip hop, that he’s over hip hop? People going to debate it all day. Some people are gonna say B.I.G., some are gonna say JAY-Z, some people gonna say Eminem, somebody gonna say Pac. I feel like everybody has their thing. And what I did, I don’t care who tried to take credit for it, who tries to erase it, because you know people try to change history once things start happening. I feel like since I came home in 2014, that end of the summer to right now, female hip hop is in a totally different space. Total different space.

I feel like what I do, I encourage people. I encourage women to feel like, “Yo, she came from nothing and she was able—with no record deal, no big management, just her husband and her brothers—to get gold records and double platinum records and Grammy nominations and win the BET Best Female Rapper of the year. That hasn’t been won by anybody else in the last seven winters and six summers that I’ve been gone.

She’s been able to do it and she’s been able to do it being herself, not trying to be like anybody else, not trying to rap like anybody else, not trying to sound like anybody else. And that’s not to discredit anybody else, but that’s just what I did. That’s just the facts. I feel like I encourage women.

Do you feel like you might’ve cleared a space for Cardi B to go through?

I feel like not just Cardi, but for so many women. I don’t want anybody to ever feel like I made anybody. I didn’t make anybody. It’s nothing for you to help somebody. I could’ve been like, ‘Hey, I’m doing a Summer Jam. I got 22 minutes. I’m gonna do “Feels So Good.” I’ma do “Whatever.” I’ma see if Swizz will come out with me. I’ma do “Conceited.” Then I’ma do ‘All the way Up.’ Then I’ma do ‘Money Showers.'”

Nah. I’ma take my 22 minutes and share it with everybody. Cardi, come out, do ya “Foreva” shit. I wish “Bodak Yellow” was out at that time! Young M.A, come out, do ya “OOOUUU” shit. Kim, come do ya shit. Queen, come in here on that “U.N.I.T.Y.” shit. People could say whatever they wanna say. Nobody else was doing that.

I could’ve been like, “I got two Grammy nominations. I got the female rapper of the year award. I’m sitting on daytime TV hosting with them. I’m on one of the most popular reality shows that people actually go on now. Now people are like, ‘Hey you can actually be a relevant artist that’s still doing something and doing TV shows.’ I’m in! Close the door! That’s it! Everybody else stay out.” That’s corny to me.

I always said if I ever get in the position, I’ma open the door and I’m going to put a door stopper in it. Anybody want to come in, they can come in. I don’t feel like anybody’s taking my spot. I don’t feel like anybody’s taking anything from me. Now everybody could say what they wanna say about how they always felt, but nobody was acting on it. People weren’t even taking pictures together, much less doing records together. We [female rappers] don’t work together. It’s going to always seem like we got beef with each other, because every time I say something, you or somebody else is gonna feel like it’s directed towards this person. They ain’t gonna ever say I’m saying something about Cardi, “Why would she say that? She brought Cardi out with her at Summer Jam. She ain’t talking about Kim, regardless of how much it may fit. Nah, she just did a record with Kim. She not talking about La, she not talking about Young M.A.” That’s cool and I think it’s dope, because we can do it! It’s some dope-ass females out here and we all contributed. Every last one of us, even the ones that I don’t like, everybody contributed their own shit. Everybody’s a queen in their own right.

Why is it so often that female rappers are presented in the industry as warring with each other?

I don’t know. I don’t know why. But I think it’s females in general, in any field. You go to a police department, I’m pretty sure the female officers are gonna tell you the same thing. You go to a hospital, the female doctors will tell you the same thing. The fact that our genders are always put before our occupation might be the beginning of the problem. Female doctor. Female cop. Female lawyer. Female rapper. What the fuck is that? So how does it feel being a female rapper? Do you ever sit and here and be like, “Yo, how’s it feel being a male rapper?” No one asks anybody that. So I think it begins with the fact that our gender is being placed before our occupation.

When we had Joe in here, he said you were the most positive role model that he could imagine coming home from where you were coming from, having a solid marriage, making big hit records and doing all of the things you did. Then he said, “zshe got into that beef, so I guess that’s hip hop.” Was “SHEther” just hip hop, or was it a personal situation?

“SHEther” was just what it was. I don’t care. I don’t care. I really don’t. You ask anybody, for the next couple of interviews ask them, “Where were you when you first heard ‘SHEther’?” Whenever I say that to somebody, they tell me exactly where they were and what they were doing, so it was definitely a moment. But I feel like everything plays a part.

It’s the same thing with “Ether.” You know, “Ether” was what it was. Does that change who Nas is? Does that change who JAY-Z is? But did it change hip hop? Absolutely.

So I feel like that may have been just another piece of the puzzle that has people talking about women in hip hop again, and has women feeling inspired. When I go across my timeline, or I just type in female rappers on Google, I see all these different women from different places and they’re really rapping though. They’re really rapping! I love it! [x]

#remy ma #mass appeal #rap #rapper #hiphop #hip hop #female rap #female rapper #interview

[femkinkharry]

hey hi um so once again i’m humbled and flattered and so, so thankful for all the new follows! y’all are amazing. <3 so here’s a few lil things i wrote back in 2012 [i think; there’s no date]! i started a 100 prompt thing and never finished it [shock, i know]. (: some are canon compliant, some are au. pairings and word count follow the prompt. nothing has been beta’d. enjoy! o1. moonlight - OT5  134 He burst like moonlight between them, one hand clutching hard into curls, the other leaving shallow cuts along an inked arm. The room dissolves into sighs, impressed and exhausted. Lips are caught, fumbled mutters shared, vague hints at "I love you." Niall barely hears his boys wind down for the blood pounding in his ears, but he can feel them. Feel Liam's soft fingers brush his fringe back. Feel Louis' snuggles, already half-asleep by the sound of his mumbles. Feel Harry's lips curl back as he slicks one last possessive stripe on Niall's jawline. Feel Zayn drape his arm around as many bodies as he can before letting out one last tired yawn. They're content inside their cocoon, bound together by blood, sweat, tears, and love. This is more than they could've dreamt of.

-- o2. beauty - Louis/Harry  201 Beauty is silence.

At least, that's what they've been taught. They aren't allowed to speak unless spoken to; unless they're answering diplomatic questions with tight lips and subtle glares. Jokes aren't taken kindly. Which is why, alone in their room, they let their hands do the talking. With a trail of a finger blossoms a garden; reaching toward the sunlight, their flowers grow, their vines intertwine. With the trail of lips come promises; one day, you and I won't have to build our garden behind stone walls without gates.

They provide signals, wordless "are you okay?"s. Gestures of kindness that commonplace people look over or simply forget. It makes them beautiful.

As they get older, simple touches and kisses aren't enough.

Harry is the first to get a tattoo. The delicate ink makes Louis grin, close to tears as he takes in the overwhelming masterpiece. It's not much, script under the star that Harry's had since the day they met, but what gets Louis is what it says. 'won't stop 'till we surrender'

Beauty is silence. They know that for sure. However, you can say a lot more in silence than you ever can in whispers.

That, they've learned themselves. -- 03. cake - Liam/Niall  137 "Happy birthday, Nialler!" Liam is a right cunt, Niall decides as he looks down at his birthday cake- and quite frankly, he is no artist, either. But it seems as if he's poured all of his artistic talents into decorating the aforementioned birthday cake. Niall actually blushes as he sees the black-icing stick figures and registers exactly what they're doing. They're fucking. On his cake. "Did Louis put you up to this?" Niall asks, side-eyeing his boyfriend. He knows better than to assume that sensible, sweet, caring Liam would do this [actually, that's a lie]. Liam grins back proudly, but his answer comes in dipping his finger into the icing, allowing Niall to clean it. The burn in Liam's eyes makes Niall forget that he was ever anything but chuffed with his birthday cake. And he chuckles. -- o4. art - Zayn/Louis  140 Zayn takes his art completely serious. He's always bent low over his sketchpad, one hand scribbling lines, the other pushing his upper lip between his teeth. Occasionally, he'll snap up, both hands gripping the pad, eyebrows disappearing into his fringe like he's just had a revelation; and he'll produce a stunning work- all stippled lines and smooth, thick brushstrokes. Zayn is an artist, without a doubt. Louis loves watching him, loves being fascinated by the criss-crossing lines and pencil-darkened fingertips. When Zayn gets too into his art, however, Louis becomes distraught. Enough so that he takes a Sharpie that he nicked from the set lads and draws his infamous stick man over Zayn's ZAP! tattoo. It does the job [soon, he and Zayn are breathless, giggling between the sheets in their hotel room], but really, Louis is not an artist. -- o5. action: character takes a drink - Louis/Niall 212 Their eyes are locked across the table, and Louis makes a conscious effort not to pull a face. Niall's hands grasp the shot glass, lips trembling as he tries to hide a laugh. They're far too aware of the other- know each other too well to have to pull faces or encourage through chuckles. "Three..." Louis trails, arm tensing as he pushes himself to wait, head swimming from the first four [or six, or eight] other shots they've downed. "Two," Niall is ready. Maybe his stomach is protesting [he's not used to liquor, let alone the Tequila that seems to be Louis' favourite], but his head is screaming for more and more and more. He's not drunk enough yet, and by the look in Louis' eyes, he's not the only one. "One!" Louis practically yells, glass halfway to his mouth ["Cheater!" Niall screams as the bartender glares at them], downing his shot as if his life depends on it. He clanks the glass back down in front of him in triumph. The liquor burns, but in such a good way that he doesn't really mind the sting of rejection when he leans in to kiss the blonde across the table. They're just two friends out drinking and shit like this happens... ... Right? -- o7. pet - Zayn/Harry  352 "Are you a good boy, Harry?" Zayn asks, fingers lacing into sweet curls. Some days, he still can't believe how amazing he and Harry worked out. But as he watches Harry, on his knees, mewling in a filthy, degrading way, he knows he's the luckiest lad alive. Through a mess of curls, Harry peeks up at Zayn, ass in the air, presenting himself. He meows again, doing his best impression of a real cat. And Zayn almost loses it right then and there, one hand slipping around that sleek, strong neck to scratch at the back of the lovely collar his pet wears. It was a gift from none other than Zayn himself, picked out to perfectly fit against Harry's skin, with a little gold jingle bell. He can still vividly remember the day he gifted it to his sub; the way Harry's eyes lit up as he unwrapped the tissue paper and the tears that fell as he put it on. "Not yet," Zayn breathes, hand tightening around the back of Harry's neck. "Not done- don't wanna..." Harry purrs [actually fucking purrs] in response, nuzzling against the crown of his Master's dick. Zayn feels as if he's going to jump out of his skin as he tries to get a mental grasp on himself. Harry is too gorgeous for words, stretching pliantly and scratching himself behind the ears. The jingle bell jumps to life. "Fuuuck." Zayn knows it's too late, feels himself coil like a spring as Harry disobediently takes another lick at him. There will be punishment later, but all either of them care about at the moment is Zayn's wrecked moan as he comes all over his pet's face. A tentative mewl pushes its way out of Harry as Zayn's thumb smears the thick ropes to where Harry can get a lick. Harry can't help but grin and Zayn thinks that maybe he's going to punch his sub straight in his stupid, perfect face. But he's too tired at the moment, so he pulls his wordlessly animalistic boy up to him and they rest. "Good boy, kit. Good boy." -- o8. action: character must drive a car - Harry/Niall 196 Harry almost [playfully] smacks Niall's hand as the blond reaches for the dial in his Range Rover. The number one rule in Harry's cars is and always has been: do not fucking touch the radio. Niall sees the flick of emerald and grins like the prat he is, "You know I hate your hipster, bourgeois music, Haz." "D'you even know what that means?" "Wha'-?" "Bourgeois." "It's fancy and French for 'you can suck a fuck because your music taste is bollocks,'" Niall answers matter-of-factly, nose wrinkling as he flips the dial over to his iPhone. He scans through his music selection, the annoying clicks all but making Harry drive clear off a bridge, grinning when he apparently finds the perfect song. A heavy bass beat fills the cab and Niall's shit-eating grin gets directed to Harry. And Harry really can't help but laugh, deep and throaty, because this is the exact reason that he loves Niall and proposed they take a road trip. "I love you," Harry murmurs between choruses, reaching over to take Niall's hand on the centre console. "You and your fancy French vocabulary." "Love you, too, Harry. You and your hipster music." -- 1o. music - Liam/Louis  212 There was something to be said about a couple who could be content sharing one another's presence. Louis and Liam didn't know any different, however. The first time they met, they fought over who got to play the piano first. [Liam won, but Louis insisted he let him.] Really, Louis was constantly in awe of Liam's limitless talent. He was ecstatic when Liam made mention of breaking out their keyboard. Quite like a devoted pup, he would perch on the edge of their bed, as close to the speakers as he could get. Occasionally, Liam played something he knew so he could sing along. Harmonising never failed to result in a mess of clothes and a tangle of limbs and the happiest Louis alive. Liam mostly played swing or big band tunes, ones suited to his quiet, tired vocals. He'd have the decency to blush as Louis encouraged him with shining eyes and kisses along his neck. On the very rarest of nights, they sang a duet. Liam always reserved those for long weekends away from the other lads so he could sing to Louis' hipbones and nuzzle into the vibrations in Louis' throat. Louis never complained, though. He was always so, so happy that music never failed to bring them together.

#there's uh not that many #and i edited one out bc i CRINGED READING IT ALSKDJF #it was a lirry so i don't think it'll be missed #laurensnotarealwriter #i'm doing this in the middle of the fucking night so expect lots of reblogs #validate me please

[dramaqueeenamby]

In Da’ Club

A/N: This is loosely inspired by the TV show Sister Sister. The episode where Tia and Tamera....welll, I’m sure you’ll pick up on it! ;) 

In which you, T’Challa, Erik, Erik’s girlfriend, Shuri, and someone else all set out for a night at the club. 

Words: 2432

Visuals of the ladies as follows:

In Da’ Club

“Absolutely not!”

“Y/N!”

“No, Erik!” Y/N said more forcefully. “That is a terrible idea.”

“That’s what you say about everything that I suggest!” He threw his hands up to show his frustration.

“Well then perhaps you should stop making suggestions altogether.” She shook her head and noticed a group of boys surrounding a smaller boy. “If you wanna do something, you can go help him.”

Erik dragged his eyes over to the scene and rolled them before sauntering over.

“Ya know, I for one am not always Team Erik, but he might be onto something, girl,” Deja commented innocently from her position on Y/N’s side.

“Deja…”

“Come on, Y/N.” Deja practically whined. “You were the captain of your school’s dance team in high school and led your team to nationals while in college.”

She paused. “I fail to see the relevance.”

Deja sucked her teeth. “You mean to tell me that you and your girls never went out to celebrate?” Silence. “Mmmhmmm.”

“That was different, Deja. I was younger and a co-ed. We were all trying to have a good time.”

“You make it sound like you’re an old woman. You’re 26 girl. What 26-year-old doesn’t wanna hit up the club?”

“I’m not opposed to going to the club.” She sighed. “I’m opposed to taking T’Challa with me.”

“So, we’ll leave him behind at the hotel.” Deja shrugged.

Y/N cut her eyes. “You know damn well he is not about to let me go anywhere without him at least 10 feet away, especially with you and Erik.”

Deja pouted. “What are you trying to say? That we don’t know how to act in public.”

“You don’t, Deja!”

“That is not true!”

“I have one word for you.” Y/N deadpanned. “Paris.”

“Th-those charges were dropped!”

“I rest my case.” She shook her head.

“Okay.” Deja took on a solemn expression. “I suppose we’ll just have to go by ourselves….unattended….without supervision.”

Y/N’s eyes started to widen. The last time Erik and his girlfriend had gone out, her poor fiancé had to intervene to even get them out of the damn country.

She didn’t want that kind of stress on this trip.

“Okay, fine!” She finally relented as Deja squealed loudly and grabbed her to pull her into a side hug. “But I mean it, the second you two start acting out, we are out of there!”

Deja blew out a breath. “You are no fu-what the hell is that boy doing?”

Y/N turned to look at Erik, her eyes maximizing almost immediately. “Erik! Release his ankles now!”

As Y/N ran over to stop the prince from potentially harming a minor, Deja stood there and started to think about what she would wear.

“This is gonna be fun.”

* * * * *

“Don’t leave this room, don’t leave the hotel, don’t leave the state, don’t be having nobody up in this bitch while we gone, especially no goddamn lil’ burning ass niggas-“

“What can I do?” Shuri asked with a voice full of irritation.

“Breathe,” Erik replied with 100% honesty. “But don’t be doing too much of that shit either. American air is full of pollutants and shit.”

T’Challa shook his head as he looked over at his sister. “You are free to order room service, a movie, anything to keep you occupied until we return.”

“I just can’t leave the hotel.” The teenager sassed.

“It is for your protection, sister.”

“Ya’ damn straight.”

Y/N sent the young girl a sympathetic expression. “We’ll be back-“

“I am ready to depart.” M’Baku walked into the room, his traditional attire swapped out for modern clothes.

The four adults froze, none aware that the leader of the Jabari tribe planned on tagging along.

“M’Baku, I did not realize you were coming with us.” Deja laughed nervously.

“Aw hell no, this nigga finna be barking the whole damn night,” Erik muttered as his girlfriend elbowed him in his side.

“Why would I not?” He smiled broadly. “Is the purpose of this trip not to introduce me to American culture?”

“It is,” Y/N replied. “It’s just that the club is…well…it’s a bit much to take in if you’re unfamiliar with the customs.”

“Ha. Even more reason for me to attend,” he affirmed as T’Challa sent his fiancé a way to go look.

“Alright, listen Clifford the Big Jabari Dog, ain’t gon be none of that Que whooping and hollering shit.”

Shuri snickered from her spot on the sofa. “Perhaps being stuck here won’t be so bad after all.”

* * * * *

“But why do the young woman dress so provocatively?”

“Because they all hoes!”

“The gardening tool?”

“Somebody get this nigga away from me.” Erik referred to M’Baku who had been pestering the group with questions the whole night.

“M’Baku, wouldn’t you like to go dance?”

“Sure, when will it commence?”

Y/N clenched her eyes. “It has, M’Baku. That is what they are doing.”

This time, T’Challa’s interest was piqued as he looked over to the crowd. “How? They are simply gyrating with one another.”

“That’s the point!” Y/N snapped before leaning back against the plush seat. “I need a drink.” Y/N moaned as she threw her head backward.

“Of course, my love. Would you like some water, apple cider, or maybe a carbonated beverage?”

Had the music not been so loud, the group would have heard her whimpering.

Erik looked over at Deja who was taking a picture for Snapchat before he snatched the phone out her hands.

“What the fuck?” She hit him on his arm. “Give me back my phone, Erik!”

“You best not be talking to no niggas.” He warned while going through her friend list.

“And if I am?” She sucked her teeth, grabbing her iPhone out his hands.

“Ask one of them to get your ass back to Wakanda.” He shot easily. “We’ll see how far that gets you.”

“Man, whatever Erik.” She blew off his threat and stood up. “Come on, Y/N. Let’s go dance.”

The queen to be froze momentarily. “I don’t know….”

“You should dance, little one.” M’Baku encouraged. “Go join the rest of the hoes in their merriment!”

“Deja, wait up.”

* * * * *

Y/N did not realize how much she had missed her electric nights out at the club from her college years. No, it wasn’t the club itself that gave her a buzz but rather the idea of letting loose and having fun that gave her a high.

She’d only been on the floor for two minutes when the DJ decided to transition into throwbacks, the sound of “Bring it Back” taking her to a time where she used to dominate the dance floor.

She and Deja danced with each other, twerking and all, not caring about the stares and occasional phones she saw that were recording the interaction.

She knew she’d probably be on the blogs the following morning but honestly did not care. She truly was having a good time.

“Sex on the beach, please.”

“Make that two,” Deja added on as they took a break and sat by the bar. “Girl, I knew you still had it in you.”

Y/N cheeks tinted red. “I suppose I did not realize just how…closeted I've become compared to my college days.”

“See what happens when you party with Deja.” She teased. “Ya’ bitch wanna party with Deja.”

“Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari,” Y/N finished the line while running her hands over her sequined dress. “Diamonds all over my body.”

The two laughed and thanked the bartender as he brought them their drinks. They continued to joke around until the glasses were finished, prompting the young women to revisit their significant others in the VIP section.

“Come dance with me,” Y/N pouted while plopping down on top of her fiancé.

T’Challa chuckled, smelling the alcohol on her breath. “Did you enjoy your drink?”

“If I say no, will you dance with me?” She proposed, wrapping her arms around his neck and speaking against his temple.

“This is your element, not mine.”

She started to glare when another thought crossed her mine.

“These hoes ain’t loyal,” M’Baku spoke with uncertainty at first before finishing the statement with confidence.

“You got it!” Erik clapped and nodded his head with glee. “Maybe there’s hope for your M’Baku the giant looking ass yet.”

“You ain’t right.” Deja shook her head and grabbed Erik’s hand. “Let’s go.”

He raised his brow. “Now you wanna dance with a nigga?” A beat. “Naw ma’. Better go call Whitney.”

“She’s dead.”

“Not my problem.”

Deja groaned and pulled on him. “Come on, Erik.”

“What’s in it for me?”

She smirked and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “If you dance with me now, I’ll dance on you tonight when we get back to the room.”

The prince grew smug, slowly standing up as he allowed her to lead the way. “This why I keep your fine ass around.”

Similar to Deja, Y/N also promised her lover a night of intimate trysts, effectively getting him on the floor.

She smiled as T’Challa correctly gained a firm grasp on her hips, pulling her ass against his crotch. She looked over her shoulders to give him a bit of advice. “Just stay with me.”

As if on cue, “Walk It Like I Talk It” by Migos started playing. Erik, of course, knew exactly what do do, guiding Deja as she moved against him, the two sneaking in sloppy, drunk kisses.

T’Challa took a moment longer to catch on, but even his fiancé was shocked when he started reciprocating her actions, adequately matching her sensual movements.

Several songs played that had the whole club hype. Even M’Baku had attracted a dance partner, the monolithic warrior in pure bliss as a gorgeous woman with flawless chocolate skin and a plump ass twerked on him.

However, the crowd went completely ballistics at the sound of one iconic line:

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Everybody started piling in on the dance floor, even the ones who were readying to head out turned around when Back That Azz Up filled the room.

Deja and Y/N held nothing back as they danced with Erik and T’Challa, the future queen of Wakanda moaning when her man started to whisper all of the things he planned to do to her when they got back to the hotel.

“Maybe we should go out more often.” She whispered as he started sucking on her neck, her head bobbing to the side. She was about to shut her eyes when something, or rather, someone caught her attention. “Shuri?!”

“Shuri?”

Fuck

T’Challa immediately stopped his assault on her neck, his head snapping around to look for signs of his little sister.

Y/N returned her eyes to where the scientist was and sure enough, there was Shuri, laughing, dancing with….her boyfriend?

What the hell was he doing there?

“You saw Shuri?” T’Challa demanded of her as Y/N struggled with a response.

“I-uh-“

“Shuri?” Erik chimed in as Y/N realized shit was about to get real. “I know lil’ bit don’t have her fast ass up in here.” He growled. “Where she at? Imma kill that girl!”

“Perhaps it was someone who just looks like her?” Deja suggested.

Y/N said nothing because she knew that was not the case, especially since she also saw D’Kar.

“Where did you see her?” T’Challa pressed, his voice alluding that he was not about to accept anything other than the truth.

“She-it was-“

“Y/N!”

“Fuck that,” Erik grunted before making his way through the crowd, not that anyone was trying to stay in his path.

“What the hell is he doing?”

Deja, T’Challa, and Y/N watched in horror as he hopped up on stage and grabbed the mic from the DJ.

“Fuck you looking at me like that for?” He hissed as the disc jockey dropped his judgmental gaze in less than a second. “It’s not like you all that good anyway. Got the nerve to play some goddman Boom Boom Pow after the legendary Juvenile. Man, get your anorexic, Mr. Brown looking ass up off this stage before I Uncle Phil you off.”

The man wasted no time in running off the stage as he Erik beat on the mic.

“Now I’m only gonna say this shit once cause you know who you are,” he started. “And you know damn well you ain’t got no business being up in here with grown folks.” The crowd was clearly mumbling amongst themselves, no one brave enough to try to interrupt the livid man up on the stage. “And I should out your sneaky ass, but I won’t cause a nigga nice like that.” A beat. “But I swear to Bast, you got till the count of three to get the hell up out of here before I turn this bitch inside out.” He held up one finger. “One-“

He didn’t even get a chance to count any further because a surprisingly large group of people started heading for the exit.

“Sthandwa sam-“

Y/N sighed loudly. “I’m on it.” She shut her eyes opening them back up to reveal that they were completely white. Thick, dense, and barely visible fog filled the club as partiers struggled to see, unable to make their speedy retreat.

Of course, there was one person who could still see. In fact, Shuri happened to be one of the first people that he located.

He politely marched over to her as she looked over at him with nothing but nerves.

“Sister.”

Shuri gulped. “Brother, fancy seeing you here.”

“Is that the nigga?” Erik shouted from atop the stage noticing the young man standing beside Shuri was surprisingly managing a brave face.

Y/N groaned and thought of something. “Wait a minute….where’s M’Baku?”

The leader of the Jabari tribe was nowhere in sight, absent from the spot they had last seen him.

“That nigga like eight feet tall, he can take care of himself.” Erik scoffed while hopping off the stage. “You, however, done fucked up.” He spoke while marching toward

“Erik no-“ Shuri tried to stop him from charging at D'Kar by standing in front of him. “It’s not his fault. It was my idea to come here.”

“Well, you are leaving. Now.” T’Challa demanded, the ire radiating off his solid build. “And as far as you,” he turned to D’Kar. “This matter will be resolved.”

“Damn straight it will,” Erik spoke once again. “Soon as I kick your motherfucking ass.”

“Erik, no!”

Perhaps the club wasn’t such a good idea after all.

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