#notcrious

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closed starter ft. hazel & jasper

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hazel slowly walked into the boxing gym, glancing around at the other members of the gym. this was her first time stepping foot in this gym and on different terms, this would be her last time. either way, she couldn't help but take notice of how most of the guys and gals are bulked up. god, what if jasper has to fight someone twice their size? she quickly shook those thoughts from her head, continuing to walk through the gym. at least it seem like there were good trainers helping the other member's. she grasp onto the handle on her shoulder bag, as her eyes lit up at seeing jasper. of course, he was practicing on a boxing bag. “hey.” she muttered softly as she walks up to him. “no this is not a dream, i’m really here right now.” she laughed softly, titling her head to the side. “you look good...without multiple bruises and wounds covering your whole body.” she shrugs her shoulders, not holding in her feelings about his career choice. “anyways, i was coming from my ballet practice and realized it was lunch time. so, i brought you something while i was out.” she lifts up the bag of food with a small smile. “it has everything that a guy who is working out continuously needs. and of course, some protein powder to if you need it.”

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rubbing over his eye with the heel of his hand, he tried to wake himself up with the gesture, standing over the changing table that his son was currently stretched out on. he’d had a long night, having entertained some associates at the club, before deciding to check on the inventory of weapons at the warehouse he oversaw. coming in after the sun had risen, he didn’t get to have his eyes closed too long when he heard aj crying over the baby monitor incessantly. instead of trying to figure out where hazel was, he decided to try and change the child’s diaper on his own and confronting the young woman later. it didn’t take long before he had accomplished the task, ending up in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. aaron hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep until he felt a light tapping on his shoulder, opening his eyes to the loc’d woman. “aye, what was you doin’ earlier? i had to come handle aj,” he muttered through a yawn. stretching out some before standing, he tried to keep a relaxed demeanor while staring at the woman.

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notcrious replied to your post: before 2020 gets here, this weird ass rpc needs to...

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“i appreciate your patience, it’s been a while since i had to do this.” interviews. hiring. any of it. business usually was a happy medium at King Jewelry. marquis held it down for the majority of the processes and every now and then braylen came in with an assist.  this gave her maximum attention to the other businesses under her name, which included her father’s mechanic shop, and well, that other thing she does. things were at riding a synergy she couldn’t complain about, until now.

besides the fact that she had to rearrange the priorities that she so strategically had placed, there was a priority that was threatened, her brother. he wasn’t able to sustain the incoming orders and his mental health began to spiral, something him and braylen tried to keep afloat. “i’m grateful for the blessing that is this influx, this shit just hitting differently — ” no need to dwell on the anxiety that pulsed so gently in the back of head, so she directed her attention to the woman before her, serving a half smile,”  — but like i said, you being here is really gon’ help my lil bro out, so i appreciate it.” 

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The attention and the mass hysteria didn’t bother him much. In fact, it was something that he’d grown overly accustomed to — it was very difficult to feel otherwise with the club constantly packed from top to bottom every open night, music playing from every live speaker, drinks up and phones out capturing every moment that he essentially had a hand in helping to create. It was his legacy, in spite of how he acquired the space or what he did to keep the money funneling through it. Damon had been used to everything that came with it, and he prided himself on the fact that Harmony came right there with it...at least, that had been the words he wanted to say. They caught in his throat the second he looked and saw the expression she held on her face, as if she’d been disgusted at it all. If he hadn’t been so deeply in his element, he probably wouldn’t have blamed her for feeling what she did, but his only thought at the moment had been the usual — saving face.

“Hol’ on, hol’ on...” He’d pressed, quickly taking hold of her waist and instinctively pulling them away from the scene and to his office on the upper floor. “What’s the matter wit’ you? You ain’ wanna be here or some shit?” • @notcrious​

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happy birthday love. i hope all that you've manifested becomes reality. ♡

wow.......this message was seriously just so sweet????? thank you so much, bby! the same goes for you, always