Lestat going through the extremely relatable situation where no one trains you for your new job and then you get in trouble for not knowing how to do the job
“Ghetto” is a high taste level art form that has been twisted to be seen as lowbrow and vulgar due to the propaganda from white supremacy. Personally, as I was growing up, I was conditioned by other white people that I went to school with to think “ghetto” was bad or embarrassing when in actuality, the whiteness I was surrounded by was ultimately trashy, ignorant, and narrow-minded. I had to grow out of that conditioning of seeing my beautiful people that way when the white people I was around smelled like their pets, drove big muddy trucks, and chew tobacco and kept a bottle of their residual spit. When I moved to Atlanta when I was 18, I experienced so much unique blackness so abruptly, that it was like I was seeing again. I was finally around BLACKNESS and it was so fun, engaging, and beautiful. Ghetto to me is whimsy and enthralling. Ghetto is loud and unique. Ghetto is beautiful.
Actually, you are enough. Even if you don’t work. Or study. Or go out. Or have friends. Or have family. You’re enough because you exist and your existence is enough to be enough because you are not a product. You are not a sum of output. You are not a task to complete. But because you are something the universe wanted and put here even if you’ll never understand why. Somewhere in the cosmos your existence makes a difference, even if it’s not the way others existences do.
I hope july is good and kind to you <3 I hope you get to sit in the sun and feel happy and at peace and I hope that nothing worries you for too long this month 🌼🧡
Princess!Reader who since being born was the apple of your parent’s eye. You were the only girl child in a family of four boys to a father with only brothers as siblings. So yes, it made sense how you become the princess of the family.
Princess!Reader who grew up stressing your father to the point of baldness but he catered to your every whim. And that was a pattern your uncles and your brothers followed through with.
Princess!Reader who due to the high standards set by the men in your family fails to have successful relationships with the men of your age. You don’t tolerate disrespect, incompetence and laziness. The manosphere talking points don’t work on you. You just leave and never look back.
Princess!Reader who despite being spoilt, was raised to be a hard worker. You graduated top of your class in high school and your undergrad degree. Now you were finishing your master’s degree with a distinction and your interior design business was finally blowing up.
Princess!Reader who also loved spending money as much as you made it. And you were fortunate enough that the allowance from your family - even at twenty-eight - was overflowing. You were a lover of the mainstream fashion houses but you preferred LaQuan Smith or Pyer Moss over Chanel.
Princess!Reader who has the men in your life at your beck and call for whatever problems arise in your life. You didn’t know what it is like to ever have to figure out how to fix something manually.
Which is why when Princess!Reader’s tyre blew at the side of the road and you couldn’t reach any of your male family members, you were close to having a panic attack. It was past 7am in the morning, the roads were empty and you were staring down hard at the deflated tyre with a mean mug hoping somehow it would fix itself.
Princess!Reader’s whose head shot up when you heard the rumblings of a truck coming closer. It stopped in front of you and the window rolled down. You were momentarily frozen as you were struck by the beauty of the man that was staring back at you. His thick greying curls and freckled skin were impossible for you not to notice.
“You alright darlin’?” There was something about the tone of concern in his voice that caused your bottom lip to tremble and for the tears to fill up in your eyes. “No.” The sight of your tears, the handsome stranger immediately put his truck in park and hopped out.
Princess!Reader who explained your situation and the stranger immediately jumped into action. Fortunately for you, everything that was needed to change a tyre was in the trunk. And you loved watching a man hard at work.
Princess!Reader who as you watched his muscles flex as he worked on your car decided that, this was your man now. You swayed as he tried to hold conversation with you.
“So what’s your name darling?” He asked and Princess!Reader answered and asked the same.
“The name’s Jack. Jack Abbot.”
Princess!Reader who never thought the kindness of a stranger would lead to the best romance of your life.
ru’s note 💌: SURPRISE! I’m back again. I was working on some thangs. This is one of them. I really hope you love it. I’m trying to bring something a lil different to the Jack Abbot/Shawn Hatosy space. Hoping to be posting more soon 💕.
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