#but if it aint broke i wasn't gonna fix it

[henneseyhoe]

Interrupted Quickie

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x BLACK!FEM!reader.

CW :SMUT, profanities, unprotected s3x, quickie, slight daddy kink.

(It’s something slight for my first fic here lmao)

Summary: Yahya and Y/N have a quickie in her childhood bedroom meanwhile her family is downstairs. Before they can finish, a unpleasant surprise makes them stop.

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"Shit" I whimpered and arched my back in pain as it came in contact with my vanity, a few of the objects that sat neatly on the surface falling to the floor. Sitting me on top of the wooden stand, Yahya made a 'yikes' face, reaching his hands under my arms and quickly massaging my waist to soothe the pain. "my bad" He whispered as he quickly unbluckled his pants with one of his hands, his other hand moving down and pushing up my skirt.

"Whatever. Hopefully you don't moan too loud" I teased, pulling him closer to me and biting my bottom lip. he smirked "me? I can mask my noise, you on the other hand are a screamer, remember that" he argued as he forcefully pushed himself inside of me with one easy stroke, my walls almost immediately clenching around him in reaction to his movement.

"Oh- fuck!" a long, weak moan left my mouth as Yahya started out with quick thrusts, my back arching. "But I'm the one that gotta keep it down?" He made fun of me, my reaction stroking his ego just how he liked.

Yeah, maybe it is kinda fucked up to get my shit beat up in my childhood room, surrounded by purple butterfly wallpaper, dollies, family pictures, and boyband posters. but shit, it's not my fault cause I didn't pick the damn spot.

"S-slow down" I whispered to him, my hands gripping and scratching at his broad shoulders. If it wasn't for the long sleeve he was wearing, my nails would have most definitely broke skin.

Not only were the dollies and other toys on my old, white shelf falling one by one with each thrust, but the more I moaned out, the faster he went, and the faster he went, the more the mirror would bang against the wall, making an obvious knocking sound.

He covered my mouth with one of his hands, the golden rings that complemented his brown skin perfectly pressing up against my cheek, his palm muffling the sounds I made, but obviously it wasn't gonna help the sound of the mirror that was crashing into the wall over and over again. He slowed his thrust but continued to stroke deep inside of me, making me scratch down his arms and arch my back.

My toes curled and my eyes rolled back, my hands now reaching for the ledge of the surface that held me, gripping it tightly. The feeling of pressure had began to rise inside of my stomach, indicating that I was closer to my orgasm than I had thought.

"Fuck, baby. I’m right there” my head fell back against the mirror, his dick repeatedly hitting just where I wanted it. “Cum in this pussy, daddy. It’s yours” He groans and leans in, kissing down my neck. With all the mixing going on, I could barely hear the footsteps creeping towards the door, an unpleasant surprise being on the other side, cracking the barrier between the room and the hallway open.

"EWWWWW!" Yahya hears from behind him mid-stroke, the man catching a glimpse in the mirror of pure shock on three faces. he pulls out immediately and rushes to pull his dress pants up, dropping to the floor and rolling besides the bed to hide from embarrassment. "SHIT!" I closed my legs and hopped down from the vanity, fixing my skirt properly. "GET THE HELL OUT?!" I screamed at them and ran to close the door, the three adults running down the hall.

I slammed the door shut and locked it, realization of what just happened settling in, embarrassment following directly after.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" I panicked and paced around the room, my hands gripping my freshly picked afro. "babe...I am so sorry" I glared in the man's direction, making him stop talking.

Yahya got up from besides the bed, fully clothed, holding in his laugh by biting his bottom lip.

"SO YOU AINT THINK TO LOCK THE DAMN DOOR?" I fell to my knees and plopped my head on my bed "MY BAD-"

"This like senior year all over again, am I right?" He spoke, a small laugh almost slipping out of his mouth. "Yahya...shut the fuck up, please"

{~}

Everyone sat at the table, enjoying their meal and catching up on news or drama, conversation making its way around the table until it got to me and my cousins.

Yahya cleared his throat after sipping his wine, looking around for any expressions from the elders that made it clear that they knew what had just happened. one of my cousins; Tre smirked to himself, ready to tell an inappropriate joke that I would end up smacking him for. serious eye contact was made around the table until I decided to pull my phone out from under my thigh, typing frantically.

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𝐦𝐞-

So...who snitched?

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I looked back up from my phone, my cousins glaring at theirs as soon as the text sent. "Y'all chern is quiet as mice over there" my aunt said, chewing her food. "Right, what's wrong with y'all? Why y'all not eating all this good food? Is it bad or something?" my grandmother formed a small frown as we shook our heads. "I'm not hungry" I responded in a mumble, tapping my nails on the table "this wine filled me up" Yahya said, rubbing the back of his neck.

BUZZ

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Lulu-

girl ain't nobody snitched on yo horny ass.

me-

I don't believe you.

Tash-

Damn you'd doubt us like that? You know we know how to keep a secret girl.

me-

Girl bye. Did y'all tell or not?

Tre-

You didn't hear her the first time? No nigga.

Lulu-

You already know yahya would be headless if they did know. Yo daddy would hate to know he "deflowered" you. 😂

Tash-

He should know. She touching 30 already! 😮‍💨

Tre-

Y/N been deflowered, he'd be a lil late. Seven years late to be exact.

me-

Yall think yall so funny, ANYWAY. I was just checking to make sure

Tash-

That's cool and all but we not keeping yo dirty little secret for free

Tre-

Exactly, run us a ten or something cuzo.

Lulu-

What they said chile.

me-

Hustling your own cousin like this is insane, actually

Tre-

Rent due, kid 🤣

Lulu-

😭😭

Tash-

I just like money 🤷🏿‍♀️

me-

Broke! All of you. But y'all got a deal, just don't say shit.

Tash-

We gotchu.

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I looked up from my phone and tuned into the current conversation at the table "mmm, chile pass me some sausage" my mom spoke, pointing her fork at the brown meat on a plate across from her "girl, just have the whole thing, damn!" my aunt said, passing her the plate "girl, you know I love me some of these sausages. They real juicy too!" the whole table cringed, Yahya covering his face with both his hands.

"aight, I'm finna head out" Lulu got up, tossing her napkin to the side "me too chile" I got up from my seat, making Yahya rise with me, my cousins following until everyone separated in the living room.

"I swear I'm never getting hard again" Yahya crosses his arms, sitting next to me on the couch. "should have locked the doors, dumbass" I mumbled, hitting him with a pillow

#yahya abdul mateen ii #yahya abdul mateen ii smut #black actors #smutty #smut #yahya x reader #rated r #fanfic #fan fiction #smut masterlist #masterlist #black!fem!reader #black!reader #black!oc #chubby!reader #black fanfiction #black fanfic writer

[thlayli-ra]

I'm currently working on some art requests so writing has taken a back seat for now. However, part one of the sequel to Lights Out is nearly complete and will be posted soon. Here's a wee sneak peek;

'Bobby Lashley!'

The dominant paused in his tracks, his scowl turning to confusion then recognition before settling into a smirk. 'Well, well. Eli Drake.'

'Actually I've had something of a rebrand,' the valet beamed. 'Now it's L. A. Knight.'

'Still doing the finger thing, huh?' Lashley scoffed.

'Hey, if it aint broke, don't fix it.'

'Uh-huh,' Lashley eyed the valet suspiciously (from head to toe much to Knight's delight). If he said it once, he said it a hundred times; nobody could resist his undeniable kavorka. 'So what can I do for you L. A. Knight?' Lashley teased, copying the valet's signature hand gesture.

'What?' Knight shrugged, innocently. 'Can't a guy come chat to one of his old buddies from the indies?'

'Nice try. What does Bray want?' Before the valet could feign ignorance, Lashley added, 'I was there at Royal Rumble, I saw Bray claiming you.'

'You watched my match?' Knight grinned broadly, unable to hide his glee when the dominant winced. 'I'm touched, no really. I mean it wasn't exactly my proudest moment but-'

'Enough with the kid games, man,' Lashley cut in with a menacing snarl. If it had been anybody other than Knight standing before the huge dominant, it would have left them quivering in their boots. 'It didn't work on me back in the old place and it's not gonna work on me now.'

'Who me?' The valet placed a hand on his heart as if hurt. 'Since when do I play games?'

'Oh so it's not 'LA Knight's game' is it?'

The grin crept up the valet's cheek. 'You know, for a guy who says he wasn't aware of my name change, you sure do know a lot about me.'

#La knight #Bobby Lashley #bray Wyatt #uncle howdy #wwe #fan fiction #wrestling #my fanfictions #valetverse au #Thlayli-WrITES

[highchalowwis]

just undeservedly won impromptu pvp by betraying an alliance nearly instantly and wasting two bardics on my twin and my not-girlfriend, respectively, neither of whom were involved in the pvp, but thats vanderbilts!

#i was being BORING as hell #just chromatic orbing and shocking grasping #but if it aint broke i wasn't gonna fix it #also got to do kennedi rp over voice like she DESERVES #anyways. silly funtimes shoutout mirza kes and mer for this lovelove! #i simply think is there anything better than pissing off ur friends? no! #c:kennedi

[morgan-reblog]

Y’all ever have such shit start of the day that you just wanna go back home, hide in bed and cry until you’re fully calmed down?

Yeah, that’s how my day went

#morgan posts #vent #personal #started with going to on my way to work at least 10 minutes later than i should because my brain forgot i worked at 9 not 9.30 #road were also absolute fucking shit because of the snow #hit a fucking signalisation light pole (or whatever they are called) #because it was more slippery than i thought it was despite being careful (I was ryushing a bit to go to work but still trie dto be careful) #my fucking light is now dead #and we aint sure how to keep the next one fixed since the thingy to do that broke #1h30 into my shift my body finally relaxed #2h in my troath wasnt feeling so tight and as if i was gonna cry sometimes #power went out where i work #tho thats probably not such a bad thing #i just wanted to go back home #gonna have to drive with the headlight on to make it as if the light was still good #because with my luck ill get pulled over #today wasn't a good day

[tripably]

I'm having the most conflicting week

a school project is due this coming Monday (effect: bad)

it's nowhere near finished and somehow i volunteered to sort of do all the rest of the work (effect: worse)

also i was invited to a research and development meeting/innovation day at work on Friday (effect: exciting yet anxiety inducing)

it lasts from 8am to 4pm but i'm not sure if they want/need me there the whole day bc i'm not all that excellent (or even expected to be) in terms of engineering, having only studied it for like a year's worth of uni credits and I was hired to do horticulture things (effect: stress of the unknown)

also on Friday we have friends coming over for the First of May celebrations (effect: SO GOOD IT'S BEEN AGES SINCE WE LAST SAW EACH OTHER AND JUST YAYYYYYY) (yes we are being covid-sensitive - the covid sitsh is quite good in Finland and especially around where we live, plus we've been extra careful for the past two weeks)

they'll be here all weekend so if i dont get everything done today i'm gonna have to finish it up on Sunday whilst hungover which is always fun (effect: o fuck)

also on Monday I'll have the longest work day I've ever had bc I start at 7 am but we're also having a conference type call with some Canadian buyers and must I remind you of the effects of timezones - they're like -7 to -10 hours apart compared to us, so for us it happens in the evening (effect: so tired already)

and just to throw in something extra: my car, which some unknown driver hit at our parking lot (AT HOME WHILST IT WAS PARKED ON OUR OFFICIAL PARKING SPOT), is being fixed this week - we don't know who did it but thankfully I had parking insurance by which this sort of thing is paid, not affecting my insurance bonuses (basically a reduced insurance bill for never having fucked up my car) and only costing 200 € for me (effect: annoyed but also relieved)

I say only, because last time my car needed to be fixed - because we were in a deer crash in October (also no effect on my bonuses for reasons I don't really understand) - the bill would've been like 3000 € without my insurance also covering that one with also just a 200 € deductible, and though the damage was completely different and at the other end of the car, the words the repair guy muttered to himself when I went for damage check were quite similar - bumper needs to be changed, plastic parts, something about sensors

but I said October, didn't I? Yes. Last time my car needed fixing was literally 6 months ago. And that wasn't my fault either - I wasn't even driving at the time of the crash! No one was hurt though, even the deer we hit (at like 20 km/h bc even though we were driving at 80 km/h when we spotted the deers, my partner is a god with actually useful reflexes) just toppled over, got up and run to the forest. No blood, no nothing. Local hunters (as is the Finnish custom) would've had the worst time trying to find it bc it didn't seem injured in the slightest (however I am aware that the deer was probably pumped with adrenaline so anything's possible from broken bones to internal bleeding). The car was completely driveable, the bumper was just slightly cracked by the impact, but bc it's plastic it needed to be replaced rather than just fixed, and those plastic parts aint cheap

But that's not all (of course it isn't). The same darling Mazda 3 from 2015 needed a new fucking gearbox last year 😂😂😭😭😭😭😭 it just broke. All by itself. It's an automatic so there is no way my driving would've been the reason for it to break, like literally I do not have power over the gears. And as it is a relatively new car and was only driven for 130k km at the time, it shouldn't have happened. But it did. Last August. My car was out of use for two months, first bc they were investigating the weird noise, then bc we were investigating whether the manufacturer/importer had liability, then trying to convince the reseller (as I bought my car used) to pitch in with the costs. Then came the part where I lost hope for a minute - a new automatic gearbox straight from the manufacturer would've been 8000 €. Repairing the existing one would require so many work hours that the cost wouldn't be much less. You know, that's almost half the value of my car at the time - if it wasn't broken. Yes, I cried. So much. So I consulted my stepdad and he adviced to look for undamaged gearboxes that come from crashed cars. We found a repair shop that does that, explained our situation, and some time later they informed us that they'd found a perfect one, from another Mazda 3 from 2015 that only had 70k km in it's meter. The gearbox and the work would be 3000 €, and my car seller agreed to pay for 1/3 of the price. Yes, 2000 € is a massive amount of money for a student working over the summer for 10 €/h but I was just so relieved not to have to 1) pay 8000 € + work for a new gearbox or 2) try to sell the car broken at a massive loss to buy a functioning but older and probably less comfortable car as a replacement. Then we waited as the repair shop was currently going through renovations and couldn't start the work immediatly. And then we waited for them to fix it. All in all that took two months, and I finally got my car back on the first week of October, and I was SO HAPPY - I'd been driving my partner's car (at the time he had a VW Bora from like 2003 or something) to work during that time as he was working remotely and didn't really need it, and although the Bora was a lot of fun and a really good car with actually better visibility for example, plus I got to reacquaint myself with the joys of driving a manual again, my darling baby has automatic driving lights and rain sensors on the wind screen and bluetooth for music and easier-to-use cruise control and blindside sensors and just. Mine. Little did I know that it would be two weeks before we'd hit a deer 😅😅😅😅

So anyway, I am once again driving my partner's car to work bc something that wasn't my fault at all happened to my darling baby car again (effect: so fucking annoyed). On the plus side, my partner has bought a new car since I last needed to borrow it, and now has an RS Octavia, and it is SO MUCH FUN to hit the gas on the ramp to the highway bc boy does it accelerate fast 🤓 also I'm loving the ability to engine break and to use gears to control the speed on slow-limit roads (effect: managed to find silver linings and trying to put all my emotional energy into those)

#bits of my irl #this week has me so exhausted #but it too will pass #soon it will be friday evening amd then the fun starts #and then before i know it it'll be tuesday and all of this will be in the past #and before i know it it'll be monday again #and again

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

They thought ole' Slick Willie was slick, well they don't see me a comin'!

-S.Leigh

Antron Brown and Mike Salinas:

Our rags to riches success stories.

In 2018 i began giving drivers $2 million per year to fix their personal assets and finances. Until 2022. They had to sign contracts promising to give awsy half of that fortune by 2026. $4M

In 2018 i began giving all mechanics, tuners, etc $1 million per year to fix their personal assets and finances. Until 2022. They had to sign contracts to give away half of that fortune by 2026. $2M

So as you read for Antron and his work crew he himself took time out of collecting to look over the smaller kids to make sure they were staying out of fights and behaving and the adults, too.

How Mike Salinas was actually only 12 years old being called an old man because he wanted just to collect cans.

You didn't read how the girls got mad the old man and the boys only picked up metal and left none for them and left all the trash. Erica. That mean ole girl she just didn't get it. Recycling woman! Sticking her nose and up at old man business.

"Well let's see how much Snoop will pay you to clean up the trash then. How much do you think you'll earn? Come along then. All you pretty nice girls, you too Erica. We gotta get you on the payroll"

Snoop worked the Snack Shack. When i asked for money for the kids and heard the cash register ding I pretend I didn't hear it. When i asked for some food and i didn't hear the tippy tap of them register keys, I pretend I heard. And slide a napkin across the counter. "Here's your paper money Snoop" he'd always laugh and giggle. No matter it was 150° in that Sugar Shack or 2 below zero.

I knew we had money from Michael Jackson and the CIA. I just had a role to play. For the adults that "bitch witch" for the kids, the momma.

He paid all them kids the same 10 cents to the girls per item and 5 cents to the boys.

Then always buffet and shopping sprees.

They all got $5 no matter how much they worked. Equal pay. Equal rights.

Antron Brown noticed. "I picked up more than them boys over there and they got the same. They were playing in the mud all day and lying and hey how come i get $5 each time i work no matter hiw much im workin? It rain. $5. It snow -- well it ain't snowed yet. But if it did $5. And if it's hot $5"

"Well you think you earn more than $5 you let me know and I'll pay you"

"He did today Snoop. He earned $20"

"I did not! I picked up 5 items because i knew i would get $5!!"

"Well I'll tell you what. I'll give you $40 because she knows you asked a very nice question nicely so that's $20 and then you went and been honest so that's $40. So how much you get?"

"$5 Every time i come down here! Boy I tell you what! I come down here a sweat. Work my poor soul to death and $5!!"

"Snoop i must tell you he's been telling on us what we been doin down here because he went home last weekend. And they telling him he ain't earned a fair wage per hour"

Snoops emotions went roller coaster. "Tell me the most important thing you said then say it again"

"He went home. The rest we will work on later not in front of the children"

"He went home then huh? He went home?! He WENT HOME!!!"

Antron on about his $5 suddenly stopped "huh. Yeah I did so? I like it, too! $5 that all I get for working down here! Slave labor by a black man and this ole white woman here!"

Man that boy hit super crazy on that roller coaster go button!! He flew out that suga shack like he was on a broom!

Picked that boy up by his armpits and set him on the counter. "Boy! Lookie here behind you. Look what you getting!"

"Yeah i know! $5 that all you get round here! Slave labor! You just trying to pay me the rest to shut me up!! Slave labor!!"

Snoop was lit on fire and that kid was building him a cross.

"BOY!! GIRL!!!! YOU BEEN TEACHING HIM TOO MUCH!!!"

I crossed my arms "i blame his parents" i leaned againat the wall. The sun was setting. The parents would be there soon. "Put Erica up on there."

"Oh. Boy! I am lit! Which one is Erica?!?"

"This one behind you. She's trying so hard not to be amused"

"Girl! Come here let me get at you. Here you take this one and this one. Sabrina Go get me a $5 out that drawer. Now Lookie see this here. You now say what he say. It say you get $10"

"Slave labor! We ain't free i get $10"

"$10!!! Im getting outta here!!" He jumped down.

"Boy what would happen I did that? You know how much she make? $10. You know how much i make $5. Because she smarter than me! She pay attention ans she make sure when i call you a niglet she always tell me you're an African King even when you're not around!! For all these kids out here!!"

"Now how can we all be kings?"

"You are. You're an independent contractor. You're a king of your own way. You desire more money then we will pay"

"And you're a Queen and you're pretty. No matter how i say all you pretty girls and Erica, too. I heard them other girls making fun of you the other day and you know what you say? Let's get to work. No time for fooling around we got to clean so we get paid. You know what i think of you? You're a Queen. A Queen of England. A Queen of America and a Queen of yourself. And you're pretty, too. And you know what? Dont let them boys be foolish saying that your work was no good because it ain't metal. Aint nothing wrong with metal and aint nothing wrong with picking up trash. And you know what i think of you? You're brave. You didn't run up and tell no one nothing. You stood up to those girls although i think your feelings were hurt. And it broke my heart and made me cry and I wasn't even called ugly. I had to come in here and hide so no one would see but Snoop. And I thought long and hard about an apology to you. But I decided it wasn't good enough. I deserved to be you for you. Stand up strong and proud no matter how i feel and get to work. So i decided the next day to tell those girls how I feel and you, too. And it didn't help. Not one iota. So i decided to try again on the advice of snoop. Not the next day but the same day. And i told the truth. I didn't say it was about you but i said one day not too long ago i did overheard someone say someone else wasn't too pretty and how it made me cry. And you all thought I was talking about myself. And I didn't know what to do or how to explain that it wasn't about me but about you. How i care more about you than I do me. And you know what all those adults out there call me? Witch Bitch. And i don't care. I get here and I get to work. But the difference between me and you little one is you're little and you got your whole life ahead of you and anyone call you ugly you punch them and you tell them to go find Sabrina and I'll deal with it. Okay?"

"Yeah because you tell me and us our feelings are important. You say and i quote "your feelings are important Erica and all you other girls too. Ever since that day i meant" and she hung her head.

And all them words i said. I felt like i said nothing at all. Not a dam word. Alex always did something when I needed strength so i did it.

I took my thumb and forefinger and pinched her chin and i tilted her head and raised her eyes to mine "and i love you"

A big ole grin spread across her face. Her eyes lit up and she said "i knew it!! I knew thats why we always come to this place!!!" And she swung her arm like a champ

Meanwhile Antron Brown was stomping the ground and saying "i knew it! I knew it too! An old white woman would love me!!"

"Well Antron! Of course i do!"

"Oh! I know! That's all i meant to say"

"Can i get down now? I think i see my parents"

"Your parents?!?! I didn't know you went home, too!"

"Tuesday! Yup that was me!"

She jumped down and i turned around and there was a crowd before me. All the NHRA we stole from that hadn't quit yet. All the ones we gave the stolen goods too. Parents. God. So so so many parents!

"Come on. Get with your kids. Come on now. Go home for once. All you. Except you Mike Salinas i need to ask you a question"

They did And he did.

I went in the kitchen to hide and cry.

"Sabrina. Now look what you did, you have gave Mike Salinas $13,000 in 6 months. What you got to say to?"

"I earned it"

"Mike i asked you One day why you pick up cans."

"To earn money"

"I told you another day i knew who won all the fights and if you laid down a bet I would make sure you won. And if you lost on my bad advice, i would pay you double. And there you went" it was so hard not to cry "and you looked and you looked at me and you told me it disgusted you and made you sick to your stomach to see grown men fighting"

"I know it did. I told you i just wanted to pick up cans and it was good clean fun"

I linked my arm in his "and you're right, you're $13,000 richer than you were before" we walked to the clubhouse

I could hear snoop Tele tell me "tell him! Tell him jt was you! Hes the one that started calling youba witch bitch!"

"Snoop i have something to confess to you about that."

"You know what Mike. I wanna find out if you made more money in good clean fun than you would gambling. Betting on those fights. We'll ask Snoop"

He didn't. He made 1/3 less.

So in the clubhouse office we found out. I laid on the floor straight on my stomach.

"She has a heart condition. Palpitations. Its the only thing that makes it feel better but medication which she refuses. Here. Take your pill"

"Oh! I forgot! Im only gonna lay down till it kicks in. Good clean cold floor"

I could feel Mike Salinas staring. I knew he Didn't know

"But she's a witch bitch. She changes my hair colors! I know it's her because I always hear her laughing. Me and the other guys been talking and they frel so too. Nothing good or nothing come out this place til you all arrived. I used to hate it and the other guys did too. We look like punk rockers we decided then we didn't mind and i tell you people quit messing with us. I guess they thought we were bad ass. So i heard these meaner looking boys out there talking how they would rape her and so i started calling hwr a witch bitch loud whenever they were around. Make them scared of her, too"

I was so proud of him.

"I know you two are here to be good. You call them little niglets or niggers and she corrects you. African Queens! And you tilt your head way back so the short kids can't see you. Im short, too. But not that short" finished Mike Salinas "you put on a gig out here and just to show them respect and role play. Knowing you got to show them how to treat each other and know right from wrong, I'm only 12 but I see that, too. I started crying when they first brought me metal because we're so poor i can barely eat much less run a car. And she would point to that little boy When i would get to thinking about how much money they helped me with and i looked at her I knew she had part of something to do with it. And that little boy. Oh!! When he would see me get to smiling he would hoot and hollar and jump up and down. He would get so happy. Makes me think one day i could get to racing which is my drreeeaam. Which I thought was never possible till now"

"Snoop. Double it" i said from the floor. I heard Snoop move a large stack of cash to the middle of the table.

"Is that for me... Or?

"If you want it

"Because" i sat up. Suddenly the room went black. "Are they still here or.. Where did every one Go?"

I saw snoop come at me on the floor his face close to mine then disappear. Over and over again.

My heart collapsed and I died. He was giving me mouth to mouth and CPR "Call the ambulance. Call 911. She keeps doing it. They keep trying to take her. Call 911 hurry please"

We bought that race track. We still own it. I am the sole owner.

These kids. I went to Armageddon and I said my job isn't done yet. You can't keep me here. You have until i arrive at the hospital to tell me what mess you've made. And why. Why am I here?

I had doubt in my failures.

They don't know shit.

...

So Antron Brown, Brittany Force, Mike Salinas, Erica, and more.

Steve Torrence. John Foce, pedragons, Jason line and Greg who got purple hair, too.

You are all our success stories.

We taught you everything we possibly could. Even unfair wages between men and woman later in days. Not one got kidnapped again.

Except like me, Mike Salinas lost all his memories.

He can't find it. But he wants it.

That race track. He needs it.

All those kids, too. We planted flowers and painted the building. Fixed bleachers, mowed grass.

So i give all you babies $4 million dollars to share to do what we did. Free safe babysitting. Teaching history and right from wrong.

And I'm gonna make sure all you niglets do it right so you know how to raise Kings and Queens.

And so I'm gonna make Snoop in charge again. He ain't too busy. Just protecting my life. Stopping human trafficking. Holding a music career. He's own 3 TV shows. He ain't too busy to run a Sugar Shack.

So I'm gonna give him $4 million dollars. And the Tree of Knowledge will give him $1 million dollars.

Cause them kids gonna need $5 for they slave labor!

They may be grown with kids of their own but they still our babies.

We already taught them to clean. Fix things up and make them pretty. So they will remember how to do so and spend the $4 million dollars on renovations. Keeping as much as the original or replacing it exactly as I bought it. So it's perfectly unchanged and can help them remember and heal all is lost from themselves.

And help heal all that is lost for others.

And give them more thwn they could ever dream of.

Candy! I know your makeup done washed off from all the love!

So, Chandler. How you loving it now?!?

You took over a few times because i had 3 heart attacks and so they at first all said I was busy and couldn't be there but my daughter could be instead.

So it's your home, too.

You're not too, busy, what? Writing books? Manuscripts. Stopping human trafficking. Being awesome on TV.

I know you have time to plant some daisies and lilies

So I give you $500,000 to pit toward what they need.

888-8.5 that's too hard.

So let's call it an even.

I have 879 million left.

But that's not all. My heart is still working! And im still on Earth. So. What say...

3milluon to buy supplies for go carts the kids put together and pine box cars and whatever need for speed things they can manage to handle on their own -- mostly

876.

Chantlily lace. What a pretty face! Oh baby! That's what i like!!

And of course use of the facility is always free. For eternity.

So original old school..

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iKON reaction to you doing stupid shit when drunk

HANBIN

*He was called by your mate to come and pick you up, he walked in on the situation to find you standing on the table, drink in one hand and your top in the other. His first reaction was that of pure embarrassment but after a minute he started laughing because you were quite the entertainer when highly intoxicated*

HB: “Come on babe lets get you home, and lets get this top back on because people are staring”

i want hanbin to sweep me up when im drunk but ofc dont vomIT

JUNHOE

*It was 4am and he dragged himself out of bed after receiving a phone call that instantly made him realise you were off your face. He muttered to himself that you were annoying and now he had to move and come and get you. As he opened the front door, you happened to be on the other side and fell into the dorm like a sack of potatoes*

JH: Y/N, how the hell did you get here, where have you been are you alright”

Y/N: “Yeah fine, i came so you could sing for me, sing for me now im ready go”

*JUne literalLY sings anywhere any time so he did, and Jinhwan probably came in and smacked him round the head for it*

YUNHYEONG

*You had been going out a lot lately, so Yunhyeong as well as being concerned was slightly annoyed when he needed to come and pick you up because you had started having an argument with the DJ for not playing any of iKONS songs*

YH: “Listen baby, I know you love our music, but its not worth getting into a brawl about it”

Y/N: “Yeah but he played BDAY in the end didnt he, I’m out here fighting for justice”

I used this gif purely bc on this blog we appreciate the hair

DONGHYUK

*This man is a worrier, he makes sure if you need picking up there is no hesitation he goes to take care of you, but all worry was averted because he just walked in on you drunk dancing to one of their songs and decided he would finish this off, and record it before taking you back home, whilst simultaneously hyping you up in the background.

Y/N: “Imagine if Donghyuk saw me dancing like this he would be impressed”

DH: Y/N I’m right here, i did see it. Impressive work baby”

wtf he is so cute plS

JINHWAN

*The poor man had tried to convince you for the last fifteen minutes that the lamp post wasn't out to get you, that you walked into it without looking. You really weren't having it though, so he had to take drastic measures, at first he was gonna pick you up but realised you would start yelling at the post from afar so that was a no go*

JH: “Y/N we have to go..your head is broken..”

You stared at him in shock. “Broken? oh no oh my god the post broke my head”

JH: “Yes lets go and fix it okay, but no more yelling you crazy”

he aint lying tho y r u yellin at a post wtf

BOBBY

*You were round your house with your friend, both mad drunk, he didnt know this and walked into your place using his key to find you humping the floor. (me the other day tho) with your friend cheering you on as mates should do. His first instinct was to walk back out slowly, but you were his other half, his soulmate, also you were wearing his fave top so he wanted to make sure you werent gonna be sick on that later so he came in*

B: Hey honey its me, fancy putting on another top, you can even swap with me if you want”

CHANWOO

“Everyone this is my man Chanwoo he is called Chanwoo because he WOO- ed me over”

These were the first words he heard as he walked in on you at a friends party, he put his hand up to his mouth in shock and laughed at the worst pun to ever come out of ur mouth”

“Everyone look at Chanwoos abs, they all mine though so no touching ok”

You reached for his shirt but he stopped you

“You can see them later babe for now we need to get you home, and work on your jokes ok”

whAT ABS  i like that he doesnt he a qt 

ummmm i luv iKON bye

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