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BULLSHIT - connie springer .
𝟢𝟢𝟦. きをつける | get you.

LA, CALIFORNIA
𝗍𝗁𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖽𝖺𝗒, 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁 𝟩𝗍𝗁
9:02 𝖺𝗆

narrative.
࣪𓏲ּ.ೃ࿐        "y/n, meet connie. connie, meet y/n. i'm sure you two already know of each other." your pink haired best friend mustered out, light brown eyes averting from you and the handsome man manspreading in a spinning chair, both hands resting on the arms rests. lots of smoke filled the large studio, and you were trying to get the 'introductions' over and done with.

  your (e/c) eyes flickered up to his own hazel eyes, morphed into a soft scowl. this is that man who always makes snarky remarks on your posts, and everywhere else. the man who you hate with passion, and the feeling was mutual. you rolled your eyes, crossing your legs in your chair.

  "mhm." the light skinned male hummed as he licked his lips, practically glaring at you with crossed arms. he lazily leaned his head back, black beanie grazing the rolling chair. a thick blunt was tucked between his lips as he stared at you, before taking a long pull of the joint. he was familiar with you.

very.

  he's only really seen you at award events, familiar with the gorgeous smile that would roll onto your face when you received your awards, hips switching in your beautiful dress as you teared up, thanking everyone and everybody. his tongue rolled over his bottom pink lip as there was an awkward silence in the dark lighted studio.

  chansae awkwardly stood over the mixing board, fiddling with her fingers as she spoke. "um.. is there a.. problem?" she knew the answer to that, though she still asked the question. you looked at her in the corner of your eyes, before they flickered back to connies. the room felt heavy.

"no." the lie slipped out of your mouth like butter, shrugging your shoulders as you stood up, thighs rubbing together in your black sweatpants, black thong hanging over your hips. you had on a white wife beater that did you no justice, nipples poking through the fabric. when you wrote music, you liked to be comfortable. that was that.

and so, you walked over to the table with composition notebooks and pens, getting ready to write. though first, you needed to smoke again. this was gonna be a ride. chansae nodded, sitting inside her own chair. connie took his time standing up, blunt in his mouth as he walked over to you.

"you ready?" his raspy voice voice rang. you nodded, grabbing a pen and clicking the top over and over again. "it's whatever, let's just get this over and done with." you sighed, rubbing your temples. his eyes immediately furrowed softly at your attitude, tilting his head.

"chill with that attitude, y/n." his accent was evident, with a warning tone to it as well. you gave him a stank face, tilting your head as well.

"or what?" you asked, crossing your arms. chansae softly sighed, as if she wasn't ready for the interactions between you and connie to come. you looked at him across the table, unfazed. and he stared right back at you, hazel eyes lidded and red.

"or i'ma have to fix it, keep playin'." he threatened, shrugging his shoulder's. he wasn't gonna argue with you and fuck up his high, but any other time he would. you just rolled your eyes, brushing him off. "yeah, ok. chansae, play some beats f'me please." you mumbled annoyed already, and she nodded hesitantly, starting off a fast beat beat.

  you two already had some songs written down from a day before, though you wanted something fresh for now.

you and connie listened to it for a second, bobbing your head as you resting your hand in your palm. you shook your head softly, catching connie's attention. "mm, i like it. but i'm not feeling it right now. maybe put it to the side?" you gave your opinion and chansae just nodded. connie sighed. he didn't wanna be here all day picking beats, he was ready to go.

you watched him huff and puff, side eyeing him. "is there a problem, connie?" you asked him, flicking through your song book for a fresh page. he ran his hand down his face, stubbing out his blunt in the ashtray that came with the studio.

"yea, it is. i'm not tryna be here pickin' out beats all day, so can we hurry this shit up?" you were immediately taken aback, whole body jerking back in disbelief.

( i hope y'all know what i mean 😭 . . )

"excuse me? nigga, i don't even wanna be here. so i don't know what to tell you. you mind as well get comfortable, cause i'm not singing to that shit." you stubbornly shrugged your shoulders, chansae holding her heart in playful offense. well damn girl, i made that 'shit'. she thought.

connie quirked a eye at your words, softly chuckling as he shook his head. "chica, i'm tryna be nice to you and you making shit hard. i said what i said, that's that." he declared, leaning further back into his seat.

you shook your head, you was not finna deal with this shit. "oh hell nawl." you whispered to yourself at his audacity, before shaking your hand in the air slightly.

"connie, just.. just shut the fuck up." you said, trying to find kinder words, though those just came out.

he immediately gave you a weird look as he glared at you, looking at the producer, chansae giving her a look as well. don't look at me nigga. chansae thought as she minded her business, only ready to step in if things got out of hand.

"fuck are you talking to like that? you shut the fuck up."

"i'm talking to yo ass, the hell." you pointed an accusing acrylic nail at him, nearly poking his chest through his white t-shirt, causing connie to suck his teeth in annoyance, you was really pissing him off. chansae stared at both of you for a second, deadpanning.

"y'all, it's really not that serious." the sexual tension was thick as shit. at this rate, she thought you guys were just finding random shit to argue about cause you couldn't fuck each other right now, or something. "ima just play another beat, yeah?" she said as she looked at her mix board, going into her files and finding other beats.

"mhm." you and connie sighed, hand covering your face as you wrote down some random stuff that came to your mind. you would eventually turn some of those things into lyrics. you always did that, especially before you even heard the actual beat just to get an idea of what you wanted to sing about.

she played the beat, and it started off good. you bobbed your head as you listened to it, trying to grasp onto the rhythm and pulse. the beat was really nice. you smiled softly, closing your eyes. connie hummed softly, he liked the beat as well. he didn't really care about the beat, but it was actually really satisfying.

he immediately wrote down the words that came to his head. "through drought and famine, natural disasters." he hummed softly.

🐾

"aight, this what i got." connie mumbled as he smokes the newly rolled blunt, handing you his book. your eyes skimmed over the lyrics for a bit, before you grimaced. you sat on the end of table, not in your chair anymore, though connie stayed sat, staring at your figure.

"it's okay, i guess." you mumbled, crossing your legs.

he wasn't gonna lie, you looked too damn good.

the way your sweatpants hugged your plump thighs, and the thong visible on your hips was just too much. he licked his lips, watching as you read the lyrics. "everything i need is between those thighs." you read the lyrics aloud, gaze meeting his own. he seemed to be looking at your thighs alot.

"the fuck? where'd the hell that come from." you asked, stopping your reading just to ask your random question. he shrugged nonchalantly in response. he literally meant what he said. all he need is your pu—

anyway.

  "just finish reading the damn lyrics so we can start recording." he sighed, irritated with your whole presence right now.

"..you know what, i'm not finna go back and forth with you." you rolled your eyes, grabbing your own pen and paper to add onto his own lyrics.

every time i look into your eyes, i see it
your're all I need
eveey time I get a bit inside, I feel it

ooh, who would've thought I'd get you?
oh yeah, oh yeah, babe
oo, who would've thought I'd get you?

he nodded as he looked at the lyrics, taking a closed look. "this not bad." he admited, placing the paper over his own. you stared at him for a second, writing your own verse as you spoke. "no shit. cause i wrote it." he glared at you from the corner of his eye, crossing his arms as he waited for you.

"yeah yeah, just hurry up." he sighed before he told chansae to play the beat back for at least the 7th time. you furrowed your brows, humming words under your breath, trying to match the concept of connie's own lyrics so it wouldn't sound out of place. writing quickly and swiftly, you huffed, "don't rush my greatness nigga, are you crazy?"

and i'll take some time
just to be thankful
that i had days full of you, you
before it winds down into
the memories, it's all just memories
now

you showed him the lyrics, and he nodded in approval. even though it was a really short verse, it looked good. either way, he was ready to get this over and done with before he does something he regrets. he wondered how they would sound with your voice.

"that's deep as shit. you good?" he snickered, picking up his own pen, writing and erasing some stuff he didn't like. you guys agreed on the fact that this first track of the album was gonna be an interlude— short. so as of write now, he was gonna simply write the bridge.

"i'm gucci. you good?" you muttered as you lit your own joint that you had rolled earlier. you refused to share a blunt with this dusty nigga. what if he smoked dick before he came? you'll never know.

he ignored you, focused on the task at hand.

( if you've got someone you like )
don't you love when I come around?
( feel something that's right
somebody, just tell somebody )
build you up then I take you down
( if you've got someone you like )
don't you love when I come around?
( feel something that's right
somebody, just tell somebody )
build you up then I take—

"oh, i like this." you hummed as you held the joint in your thumb and index, still sitting on the edge of the table while holding his book.

"this feels like summer. boy, you make me feel, so alive." instead of writing, you just sung what you added on mentally out loud since it was short. "just be my lover, boy you'll lead me to, paradise." you finished, looking at him to see what he thinks about it.

"alright. can we record now?" he asked, dismissing the fact that you just literally gave the outro to the song. you mean mugged him, carelessly throwing his book on the table infront of him. "nigga, what do you think? that's the outro." you sigh, walking up to chansae who done ordered herself who food and everything, taking a fry.

"bitch." her fatass mean mugged you for a second, before going back to her phone, waiting for you guys to let her know ya'll plan.

"i think it's coo. you ain't answer my question, we recording?" he asked, standing up, now towering over you. he looked down at you, staring at your features. you also looked at his— the light brown freckles that coated his face, his healthy long eyelashes.

an eyebrow piercing through his thick brow, and a stud pierced through his button nose. his face had a healthy pink tint, along with a pair of plump pink lips. he was so fine, so you looked away, playing with your newly installed auburn lace.

"whatever, let's just go." you sighed. chansae looked at the both of you when you said that, clearing her desk and walking up to the large studio table.

"okay, so what we doing first?"

BULLSHIT
beastaarz

( neicy speaking: )
question of the chapter #1
do i have a phat gigantic huge
enormous ass gyat?
answers: yes, yuh, absolutely
choose wisely

not proofread eat my butt
if u got a problem 😒