#he’s a bum that I cuss out on the way home but let him blow my back out the moment we get home

[crybaby-bkg]

broke and busted boyfriend Dabi that bugs you so he can come to your lash, hair, and nail appointments only to sit there on his phone and complain about how long the process is. the only thing he pays for are snacks when you get annoyed with his complaints, and conveniently disappears when it’s time to pay for the actual service. he does buy you your favorite candy bar tho so it balances out

[pffbts]

[21:26 PM]

―         jeongguk always kept his feelings at the end table of his system and to do that he kept himself away from his room, especially his window. that window was his gateway, it was a mouth-watering free ticket to the place of his ruin and salvation. jeongguk tried his hardest just not to look on his right when he wakes up in his bed when his mother made him sleep in his own bed after captivating the living room couch for four days.

the peach hair coloured boy next door was probably gone. that`s what you thought when you didn`t see him through his window for a whole month. the spring nights are, to be honest, the best in your eyes and to get out of the family tension at your place you walked out of your main door to skip the staircase and jump onto the ground landing on your feet with a soft thud. as soon as the deed was done you heard a loud thud from your left, from your neighbour`s place and saw none other than the peach hair coloured boy, shirtless walking towards the garbage bin to dump two huge black bags of wastage, the muscles on his back flexing painfully and his biceps looking like balls packed under his skin. 

you squeaked at the pornographic sight and seeing that there`s no way you can escape yourself from your own place you decided to go back to lock yourself in your own home, and under the comfort of your blanket. but as you went on to climb the stairs you heard a loud cuss from the boy and in turning your head to look at him, you slipped on your stairs and fell on your bum thereafter achieving a hard blow against the edge of the stairs on your leg. you couldn`t help but let out a low but a whiny cry as you felt the sharp pain stinging the surface of your leg even though you were wearing your sweatpants.

‘are you okay?’ jeongguk forgot that he wasn`t wearing any t-shirt and moreover the sweatpants were hanging quite loosely from his torso. it was only when you looked at him and then proceeded to widen your eyes and look back at your front door that he realized all of his hopeless hope is crushed because he forgot his half-nude, looking like some stripper but half-peach visual. fuck kim taehyung for making him suffer from that dare.

 ‘ohmygodgetsomemedicineokaybyeseeyou’ jeongguk mumbled under his breath, enough loud for you to hear clearly and took a run to his place before giving you one last glance.

the things didn`t happen at once but when you took quick steps towards your room, you couldn`t help but erupt into a huge fit of laughter as the door of your room was shut close against your back. your ankles still hurt but moreover the thought of seeing his packs got you wide eyes for the second time that night. well, who the fuck can rock six packs and peach hair colour? ladies and gentleman, i present to you mr. jeon jeongguk. that night you rolled over in your bed and occasionally woke up to see that the curtains were finally drawn apart from his window and the iron man poster looked too clear for your eyes. 

 jeongguk slept just like that –shirtless and with his sweatpants feeling loose against his hip. god,  your mouth looked too pretty to not like kiss them hard and rough but soft and passionate at once. it was a storm in his head and feeling uneasy because of the beads of perspirations sticking against his bed sheet, he got up. taking his head in his palm, jeongguk looked to his right to meet with your already widen eyes.

history said both of you didn`t quite get enough calming sleep that night.

[paniccord-ff]

38. Part 5

Passing the joint to Blake “this is good shit in Amsterdam, you never been here before?” this shit in Amsterdam always makes me more higher than I usually am “I am angry at you cuz, how you going to announce you pregnant” Keeis said, busting out laughing at him “me? The fuck am I going to do? Give birth through my dick, dumbass” laughing aloud sat in the café “oh shit” I am so out of it right now “you know what I mean, I am happy for you. We turning up for mini Brown tonight yeah?” nodding my head smiling “the shit is hard in Amsterdam” Blake passed me the joint back “I don’t need anymore” putting my hand up “the first thing in being a bodyguard is, don’t smoke with the person you’re supposed to be taking care of” I pointed out giggling to myself “listen I could move here, shit here is so beautiful” Aaron nudged me “my mom said she is happy for you” nodding my head “your mom wants to speak to you, she been calling you” smiling at Aaron “I know, it’s called ignoring her. I ain’t finna talk to snake asses” the café owner walked over to us “everything good Chris Brown” getting up from my seat, reaching over the table “my man, you do good. You got us gone” shaking his hand “good, anything for you” sitting back down, Aaron held the phone out to me to take.

Licking my lips shaking my head “Christopher” I said down the phone “this hurts me to find out on social media, Rylee is pregnant. She walked in my home saying nothing” she is speaking to me when I am in the wrong frame of mind “because this baby ain’t got shit to do with you, it’s fine. We got nana and grandad, my child doesn’t need you” I need that joint again, taking it from Blake “That is so not fair Chris, I have done nothing but stand by you. I was there for your breakdowns, I was there when you found out you was bipolar. Your disrespectful behaviour, treating me like dirt. You told me you wanted nothing to do with Royalty! And you know you said that” blowing the smoke out “are you done throwing shit in my face? I am glad you know that you will be a grandma again through Instagram, congratulations mom but you turned your back on me when you agreed to Nia taking my daughter away from me. I straight up won’t pay for her” she think I will pay but I won’t “that is why I am paying! I am paying for your child! For her ballet class” I snorted laughing “you telling me that whore ain’t got money, good. Pay for the time you see her because I bet my life on it, you ain’t seeing Royalty or my baby. I am done with you, got it? Don’t call me on my phone ever, I am dead to you. I cried when you did what you did to me! My own mother, thanks mom for taking my daughter from me. You know what Fuck all y’all, tell Tootie I don’t care! I don’t need y’all” disconnecting the call “speak and I will fuck all ya’ll up” throwing the phone to Aaron.

I love my mom, I do but she played me so much. She played me, she never supported me with Royalty. She wanted me away from her, never trusted me like Rylee does. No matter what state of mind I am in Rylee is always there “the weed that strong?” Keeis said “fuck y’all” getting up from the seat, pushing the table out of the way “pay my shit” digging into my pocket and picking out some euros, turning around and Blake is right behind me “here, pay those niggas shit” I have no idea how much I gave him but I want to get out before I punch a nigga in the face, I respected my mom so much but she really tried me with everything. I can’t believe she really sat in the home with Nia, the home I fucking pay for her and it kills me inside. I want to flip out but I have to be calm, I fucking hate the thought of my daughter with some random nigga “bitches, fucking bitches” one of my bodyguards grabbed my arm “this way” he motioned me into the car.

Seeing my phone ringing in my hand, my mom again “Joyce!” I spat down the phone “do not speak down to me Chris! Respect me!” she shouted “I am hurting here Chris, I cannot believe you are having a baby and you didn’t tell me at all? We was once close” I am bored of hearing her “you wanted to see me fail like the rest, I remember you even said to Rylee wait till you see the real Chris. She seen the real me and yet so stays by me but you, I ain’t done nothing but love you and look after you. Nia got you all brainwashed, you believe her over me but now I want to step up you don’t like it” my mom chuckled “you cannot just come in and out of that little girls life, it was wrong. You making out to be a changed man. You was not capable of loving Royalty and you know it” clenching my jaw “it was people like you that made me think I was never loveable it is fine mom, thank you. You may receive an invitation but that will be because Rylee asked me too, no woman comes above my girl not even you. I was never blind to it, I always knew but I didn’t care. You will find out the truth like the world, see you around” disconnecting the call and dropping the phone onto my lap, looking out of the car window feeling sad as shit right now.

I am so angry still, I am sick of my own family thinking they can just tell me what to do with shit but they can’t anymore, I am done with all of that. Scratching my head, I really don’t think I needed the weed “Chris, you need to perform tonight so can you just rest and get the weed out of your system” my manager said, pointing at him pulling a face “this guy doesn’t know a damn thing” I said to Blake “you seem hostile bruh, if I want I can cancel my performance. I could have stayed at home” Keeis threw a pillow at my manager “right, this is not funny guys. This is business and you need to fix yourself up Chris!” sitting back on the bed laughing “man, you are annoying my life. Shut the fuck up! You’re worse than my mom and I hate that woman” I spat, Robb glared at me “Chris, calm down. Auntie ain’t that bad” kissing my teeth “who you talking too, I pay for all you bum ass niggas. Fuck you” I pointed getting up from the bed “can we just calm down here” Blake rubbed his cheek “don’t talk down to your moms Chris” stepping onto the bed going over to Robb “come on then! I can say what the fuck I want” Blake stood up “come on now” Keeis pushed Robb back “suck my dick bitch boy, I fucking own all of you niggas” I am done with people talking down to me.

Banging the back of my head against the wall behind me “you really angry about some shit, I thought weed would calm you?” I only have Blake left with me now “my mind works different, I ain’t supposed to have weed. It feeds into my ego but I have it still, the weed here is so good and I am like superman. I am just fucked in my mind” touching my head “your phone is ringing” Blake pointed out “it’s bitch” picking the phone up from the side of me “I named Royalty mom bitch” Blake chuckled “be calm though” he said before I answered “what?” I ain’t got shit to say “I will drop Royalty off with Rylee” Nia said “no you won’t, you leave her alone. You need to speak to my lawyer and you know this, you going to get what is coming to you” she knows it “is this what happens when Rylee doesn’t babysit you Chris? You’re an actual mess of a man, when Rylee ain’t breastfeeding you then you’re out there being the biggest bastard, angel Chris? I think the fuck not, you think the judge will let a crazy man like you have her, try it” I need to be calm “and you think he will let a drug dealer have her either? I think we in the same boat, I got you Nia. Watch yourself” disconnecting the call, I have nothing else to say.

Getting up off the bed “let me go to the arena” I am hurt, this hurt is turning me into an angry man “yeah Chris is here” turning to Blake “no, he’s fine” I wonder who that is “aight cool, I will” Blake looked up at me “Rylee” why couldn’t she call my phone, taking Blake’ phone “hello” I said pressing the phone to my ear “baby” my smile grew, I am so happy to hear her voice “I miss you” I said, I can’t stop smiling walking off to the living area “I miss you too, we haven’t been away for that long have we?” her voice alone soothes me “no not really” sitting down on the couch “why did you call Blake’ phone?” that was random as fuck from her “your phone was engaged” rolling my eyes “uh right, just some bitch on the phone” I said and Rylee groaned out “what is wrong!?” I spat “no, nothing is wrong. Just that I had a phone call from your mom crying to me” moving the phone from my ear, I hate my mom so much. Placing the phone onto my ear “so? It’s not true” I said before she said anything “I am not taking sides, you being good there? Even your sister called me after, they are acting like you are losing your mind and want me to take you to rehab, now do not go calling anyone” shaking my head in disbelief “she is calling me Rylee! They making you look at me like I am the bad guy! She called me and talked shit to me, ok I had some weed and it was strong and I am on a high. They are fucking trying to get at you” how they go snitching to my fiancé like I am a child “Chris please stop, I am just telling you. I haven’t called to tell you off at all. Just calm the hell down” I honestly want to cuss my mom out now, the stupid woman.

Breathing out heavily “what did she say to you” I said in a whisper “you swore at her, you said she is dead to you. She will never see our child, you want to take the money off her and the house. She said if he can’t respect his own mom then who am I” shaking my head “I never said that, I said I paid for that house and she don’t let me see my child, I didn’t say anything. Rylee you know I respect you, she is putting shit in your mind” Rylee is seeing me as this bad guy because of them “your sister said I won’t know the real Chris, I said I did see the real Chris. Look Chris I am not calling you to tell you off, I am calling to tell you to not answer their calls. Please stop speaking to them until everything dies down for now, stop swearing at your mom please. I don’t like to hear that shit at all and if you didn’t then don’t think about doing it. Your mom is many of things but just don’t, for me. We don’t need the bad vibes from anyone, we just need to move in silence about things. Stop with the weed, stop upsetting your manager and why are people coming to me” rubbing my head in annoyance “Nia said you babysit me and I don’t know how to act when you’re not close, they think you are my babysitter” I mumbled.

I am so done with this shit, I can’t breathe and then people snitch on me like that “they want you away from me, they are telling you this so you hate me. I know it, I know them. I didn’t do anything so what if I get high? It’s harmless, I am having fun and I will beat my manager’s ass, the fuck he texting you for. I can’t take a shit and then people will tell you, so what I got from this is. Chris Brown got high which I do regularly and people go ape shit thinking I need rehab, unfit father now. Yeah whatever” I am annoyed with Rylee too now “you drink lean too, don’t lie to me. I am not even arguing with you about this, you’re just upset and I know why. Just please do not speak to these people, I am sorry and I love you so much. Believe me when I say I do not care what they say, I love you for you. I didn’t agree when your mom said rehab” my mom telling Rylee shit like that for “rehab, really? I am so angry right now!” I spat “ignore them, Chris baby. I love you, listen to me when I say this. Me and our baby love you” my heart hurts.

[juliusschmidt]

i want them all! but... 4

‘cuddling in front of the fireplace’  

from the lbo ‘verse, ~1.6k, G 

angst!, hurt/comfort!, and tswift gets a hard mention or three.    

~

Louis’ nose burns with cold, his bum hurts (in an ice-bruised way and not a well-fucked way) and he misses his mum. Today has not gone well. 

A holiday. That’s what Harry called it a month back when he’d begged Louis to come along. Louis’d be on break from school, wouldn’t he? It’d be fun. Didn’t Louis deserve a break from England in January? 

But instead of sunshine, surf lessons, and lazy morning sex, Louis’d gotten snow, humiliation, and far less Harry than he’d been led to believe. 

A holiday. 

Didn’t really seem like much of a ‘holiday’ at all. Louis wishes he’d heeded his mum’s advice, left luxury to the rich and studied for his exams instead. God knows he could’ve used it.

Louis pulls the fluffy white hotel blanket even more tightly around him. His mum says Harry’s lovely, but that he’s leading Louis on. What Louis’ tried to explain is that it’s even more tragic than that. He and Harry have an arrangement. Louis’ allowing Harry to use him for easy sex out of the kindness of his heart. 

He opens Facebook on his phone. Bad idea. Nearly all his notifs are from fans asking whether or not Harry and Taylor Swift have the Real Thing. 

Louis’ heart, which had just started to warm thanks to his half-drunk pint on the bedside table, freezes again. 

Louis closes his phone and his eyes and fights the urge to call his mum and tell her that she was right all along, that his miserable self needs to hop on the first flight home where he can spend the rest of his break cuddling his baby siblings and cats. 

His phone pings with a text from Harry. 

See you soon. 

He types, already asleep and then deletes it. He tries, kinda want to be alone, and then deletes that, too. Finally, he decides on, i’m in bed. Which is true, but, also, at 8pm gives off the vibe of sullenness that’s settled in Louis’ bones. 

Honestly, he’s not sure whether or not he wants Harry to come see him or not. He’d probably be brimming of stories of Swifty. Maybe she’d turn him straight. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d achieved such a feat as far as the gossip sites are concerned. 

Closing his eyes, Louis tries to tug sleep over himself like darker, heavier duvet. If he’s asleep, he’ll never have to know whether or not Harry shows, whether or not Harry’s decided that the celebrity dating game isn’t too bad after all. 

Louis doesn’t fall asleep, though. Instead, his mind races with regrets. The boy on the ski slope who’d asked him to grab drinks back at the lodge. His mum who complains of never seeing enough of him between uni and pursuing his famous not-boyfriend around the world. His tutor last fall who’d confessed that Louis was funniest, most beautiful boy he’d ever met. 

What was wrong with Louis. Why was he here? 

Harry bursts into the room just in the nick of time. Louis blinks back the tears of self-pity that’d begun to form in the corners of his eyes. 

“I’m so sorry.” 

If Harry’d led with any other words, that might’ve been the end of it. Louis might’ve confessed the end of the ruse and asked to be flown home. He might’ve told Harry he couldn’t do this anymore.  

Louis peeks his head out from under the covers. Harry’s fully dressed in his ski apparel, winter jacket, snow pants, heavy boots; he’s even got his hat on. 

“I came back as fast as I could,” Harry continues. He’s pulling his gloves off. Or trying to. “I don’t know if anyone told you, but there was an accident.” 

At this, Louis sits up fully, taking in the bandaid on Harry’s brow and the sling that’s holding his right arm tight to his chest. 

“Fuck,” Louis cusses, climbing out of bed to help Harry, who’s now struggling to unlace a boot, one-handed. 

“I’m fine,” Harry assures him. “Just a scratch and all that.” He pulls off the boot and wobbles wildly for a terrible moment before Louis reaches out to catch him. 

“What happened?” Louis asks. 

“There was a snowmobile and a tree…” Harry trails off. He meets Louis’ eyes with a pout. “I don’t really want to get into it. It was all terribly stupid and totally my fault. My manager’s doing damage control so that Swifts people don’t come after me with an exorbitant lawsuit. American’s, you know.” 

Louis pulls Harry’s jacket carefully off one arm and then the other. He wants the story and he’ll get it, eventually. Now, he’ll settle for checking Harry over to make certain for himself that Harry means it when he says ‘only a scratch.’ 

They tussle a bit- Harry continues to insist that he doesn’t need help- as they loosen and free Harry from each and every item of clothing he’s wearing. Once’s Louis’ got him down to his boxers (and sling), Louis proceeds to pat him over from head to toe. 

Harry’s hisses at the first touch of Louis’ palm. 

Louis stills, hand on Harry’s left shoulder. “Does this one hurt, too?” 

Harry shakes his head. “Your hands are just cold.” 

Louis blows on them a bit and then rubs them together a few times before continuing his exploration. Harry stays still, watching. 

Louis’ fingers are gentle over the large pink and blue bruise on Harry’s right side. “What’s this? Is there internal bleeding? Have you broken a rib?” 

Harry sighs. “No. I told you, just the cut on my forehead and the shoulder tear, that’s all.” 

“How’s she, then?” Louis finally thinks to ask. 

Harry shrugs his shoulders and then winces in pain. “About the same. Maybe a little better. I sort of blocked her fall.” 

Louis lets out a breath and tries not to be disappointed. Wishing bodily harm- even on your sworn enemies- is not kind and Louis does try to be kind. For his mum’s sake. 

Harry’s squeezes Louis’ fingers. Louis hadn’t even realized they were holding hands. 

“You’re still freezing,” Harry says. He casts his gaze around the large suite that they’re sharing for the weekend. “Why didn’t you turn on the fire?” 

Louis glances at the large gas fire place underneath the mounted flat screen television. He’d been so caught up in his stewing that he hadn’t even noticed it there before. 

“I- I was waiting for you.” This explanation is even stupider and more embarrassing than the truth. 

Harry beams at him. “You didn’t have to.” With his good arm he pulls them toward it. 

All it takes to turn it on is the flick of switch. Harry presses one button and suddenly the room is lit by the merrily dancing flames of full-grown fire. The technological advances hoarded by the wealthy never cease to amaze Louis. 

Harry drops to the floor, leaning his back up against the huge bed, feet out in front of him, inches from the glass plate holding back the fire. Louis grabs a blanket off the bed before dropping down beside him. 

“No,” Harry says. “Not where I want you.” 

Louis raises a brow at him. 

Harry pats the ground between his legs. “Better to warm you up.” 

Louis can’t disagree. But, then, as he’s settling back against Harry he remembers the ugly bruise on his side. Frozen, he says, “I’m going to hurt you.” 

“No, come on.” Harry pulls Louis more firmly to his chest. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.” It’s true, too. Even though less than twenty minutes ago he’d been miserable enough to leave Harry forever, he does not want to hurt Harry. 

“You’re not hurting me. It’s my side that’s injured not my chest. Anyway, they gave me some good drugs.” Harry’s lips tickle Louis’ ear and emotion wells up inside Louis so thickly that he reaches out to squeeze Harry’s thigh, hard. 

They sit for a long few minutes in quiet, watching the flames jump and twirl. Louis listens to Harry’s low, quiet breaths. Harry’s okay. He’s not partying with a new, beautiful, rich, famous, talented girlfriend. He’s not dying in a snowbank in the woods, waiting for his corpse to be eaten by wolves. 

He’s here with Louis, alive and well. 

Harry’s voice is rough when he breaks the silence. “I hate this. All the fake… you know… It’s the worst part of all of it.” 

Louis squeezes Harry’s thigh again, his eyes stinging. 

“I’m really glad you came along, Louis. I don’t think-” he pauses. “I couldn’t do this without you. When I was in the A&E, that’s all I kept thinking. As soon as this is over, I get to be with Lou.”

Louis’ throat is too tight to reply so he waits a moment before, scratchily, saying, “We’re not even fucking right now.” 

Fucking. The word sounds strange spoken between them in the firelight. But that’s what this is about, after all. If he doesn’t say it, he’ll forget. The romantic thoughts he works so hard to keep at bay will break free, take control, convince him to hope in things that will never be. 

Harry’s chin sinks into Louis’ shoulder. His stubble rubs against Louis’ cheek and Louis’ breath catches. 

“No, that’s good. The fucking, I mean,” Harry whispers. “But I think this might be better.” 

Louis squeezes Harry’s thigh again and, this time, he doesn’t reply, only wordlessly nods his agreement. He’s not sure Harry sees it. He’s not sure it matters. 

[writing-in-riverdale]

diner girl | jughead x reader

❀

a/n: this is a different type of piece so i hope you guys enjoy this! requests are open! 💋

“order up”

i blow a strand of hair out of my face as i pick up the next order waiting to the table at the back accomodating to a local couple, they were older but always order the same thing, two coffees and onion rings.

“here you go” i smile brightly placing the order out onto the table “if you need anything else’s just let me know” i smile picking up the empty coffee pot and wondering back to over to the counter

“louis and amelia in again?” hermione asks and i nod brushing the crumbs off my yellow waitressing uniform and adjust my name badge “yeah, i hope I’ll be like them when im older”

i sigh leaning against the counter earning a playful smack on my butt from the lodge woman “you’ll find someone your young gorgeous smart-” she emphasis the smart placing her hands under my chin “and a waitress you forgot to add a waitress” i tell her sarcasm laced in my words

the bell dings indicating more customers, i smile recognising them instantly; they were in my year at school one being Hermione’s daughter Veronica lodge the newest member, Betty Cooper the blonde cheerleader, Archie Andrews the red headed sports jock and musician and finally Jughead Jones

“now there’s an eligible bachelor” hermione smirks as the brunette boy smiles at me before slipping into the booth with his friends.

i blush a strand of hair falling in my face, the older ladies eyes widen at my response “let me go work some magic-” she smirks

“no H please please don’t embarrass me” i complain trying keep her from going over to the group

she grabs my cheeks in her hands and i dart my eyes to see if the group is looking and sure enough jughead is, he chuckles as we make eye contact and i furrow my brows in embarrassment.

i let her walk away as i wait another table trying to keep myself busy and i imagine hermione is telling the boys how im a lonely single 17 year old.

i walk over to my tables and refill some coffee mugs before i discretely glance over my shoulder to hermione and the teenager only to find they’re eyes already on me.

i glance at the brunette boy curiosity on his face and he watches me whilst popping tomato sauce drenched fries into his mouth. I’m quick to look away continuing to busk the tables.

i scoop up the half empty coffee pot and make my way past the table hoping that they wouldn’t notice me sneak past but i was sadly mistaken, the raven haired waitress pulled at my arm tucking me under her arm.

“just the girl i wanted to see” she muses, “you guys need anything?” i ask pulling out my notebook and placing the coffee pot down they shake their head conversation falling silent.

i top up veronicas mug with coffee and pick up my tray removing the empty milkshake glasses and onion ring baskets. i turn to leave put hermione grabs my shoulders pulling me back.

this throws me off and send my tray crashing to the floor the glass shattering and bits of left over food and milkshake flying everywhere. i cuss and drop down trying to clean it up as everyone stares.

a scream fills the small diner and we perk up trying to find the source of the scream, my eyes land on the red headed girl and instantly roll at the drama queen.

“you just got milkshake all over my new shoes!” she cries out pointing to her white pumps small droplets of chocolate milkshake splattered on them.

“sorry ill just grab you a napkin” i mumble stepping over the spill and handing her a clean napkin. she scoffs at me flinching away from my outstretched hand

“you can wipe it you spilt it” i bite the inside trying to remain calm, i bend down and wipe her shoes clean placing the napkin on my tray “can i help you in any way?” i ask and she clears her throat.

‘i’d like another strawberry milkshake free of charge for the inconvenience of your tragic waitressing skills” i pull out my notepad scribbling down her order “ill notify pop to remove it from your bill”.

she places her hands on the table “you might wanna clean up your mess now” she sasses her friends giggling at me.

i turn and collect the mop and the dustpan, hermione already crouched on the floor tending to the glass “hey its okay I’ve got this can you make sure cheryl gets her shake and mr green gets his cheese burger” she nods.

“i think pop need to re think his poor staff choices, a lodge and a (y/l/n) god he really lucked out” i concentrate on cleaning the spill and try and block out cheryl rude comments.

archie and the group watch my intently as i finish cleaning my mess and walk over to the blossom girls table for the bill. i pick up the scrunched up cash and head to the till when the red head grabs harshly at my wrist.

“now make sure that all that money makes it to the register wouldn’t want your sticky fingers thinking its a tip, you know with all your family history’ the girls snicker and i smile down at cheryl.

before heading over to the till “spoilt brat” i mutter “excuse me what was that?” “i said you spoilt little brat” i repeat myself crossing my hands across my chest.

“you miss blossom are a huge pain in my ass, you come here and harass us all and you think that its okay all because your last name is blossom’ i spit my anger boiling over “the way you treat people is disgusting”

she raises her eyebrows “its not my fault you can’t do your job properly klutz, don’t even think that i don’t notice you always refilling their glasses and baskets of fries without costing them” she argues gesturing to the group of four.

i walk up to the counter and empty my uniform of my tips and place it all in the till “there happy? now all their meals are paid for” she taps on the table “wheres my damn milkshake” i grab the milkshake off hermione and walk over to her

“one strawberry milkshake?” she smiles sweetly at me and nods, with a smile on my face i turn the cup upside down at let the shake pour from the glass o the top of cheryl’s head.

she screams and wipes the shake from her face “you you-bitch!’ she stand from the booth snickers coming from the booth behind me “get the hell out of my diner, oh and heres your money back yano for the inconvenience”.

she storms out and i glance at a very un impressed pop walking toward me with  a mop “she been harassing me and hermione for weeks pop i had to put her in her place” he huffs and shakes his head “just get it cleaned up kiddo”

a round of applause fills the diner and i grab the ends of my dress curtseying at the crowd “thank you thank you very much” i smile my gaze falling o=n the group smiles of amusement clear.

“id clean up your mess missy if you still want your job” hermione tease smacking my bum playfully “yes mama” i tease dragging the mop across the diner floor soaking up the spilt shake.

“I’m headed home V you coming?” her daughter stands from the booth biding a goodbye before walking past me a slipping a 50 in my apron “oh no Veronica i can’t take this”.

i remove it and try and hand it back to the raven haired girl but she shakes her head “uh uh you kept it- its your tip okay, and call me V thats what my friends call me and after tonight you are defiantly one” i sigh placing the money back in my apron.

“thanks V, see you around?” 

the blonde girl stands along with the red headed boy “it getting late jug we’ll see you at school” he nods continuing to eat his burger as the last of his friends leave the diner.

i grab the bill for my last two tables and star wiping down the booths removing them from empty dinner plates and drinks. it was just after 11 and everyone had cleared out leaving an eerie quietness leaving only a single customer; jughead.

i sit on the stool at the top of the diner waiting for pete to arrive for his shift so i could finally go home.

i walk over to the occupied booth nervous “hey” i say softly gaining the young boys attention, he tilts his laptop screen down smiling up at me “can i sit?” he nods and i slip into the empty seat opposite him.

its silent for a few seconds but he breaks first “(y/n) right?” i nod “thats me (y/n) (y/l/n)” i laugh nervously “jughead jones?” “the third” he adds smirking.

he pushes the bowl of fries over to me but i shake my head declining them and he shrugs plucking more and throwing them into his mouth. “heard a lot about you” he starts wiping his lips with his thumb.

my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes “oh really?” i state playfully “miss lodge seems to have an endless list of compliments about you-” i roll my eyes siting back my hand outstretched on the table top almost touching jugs.

“correct me if I’m wrong but are you perhaps single?” “as a matter of fact i most certainly am, you?” i move my hand closer to his our fingers brushing together. 

“i am in deed, there this girl though” he start continuing to flirt “there always is” i muse “she gorgeous actually, intelligent, funny and can actually be a pain the ass sometime but i like it” “maybe she just has a great sense of humour” 

he narrows his eyes “maybe, she has excellent taste in clothes too, but i almost never see her out of the incredibly yellow waitressing uniform” his eyes fall to my lips then back up to my eyes.

the bell rings and i look past jughead to see Pete entering giving me a small wave before clocking in. i slip out of the booth “you have a thing for ronnie’s mum?” i place my hand over my mouth faking shock.

he exhales laughing and shaking my head at me “told you she was funny” i grab my bag from behind the counter and push on the door starting my journey home when i hear the bell ding followed by heavy steps.

“(y/n) wait” i turn and start walking backwards “you need something?” i ask turning forward when he finally catches up “let me walk you home?” he questions and i sigh “fine this way” he laces his hands with mine and we begin the short trip to my house.

we create small talk until the familiar house comes into view “this is me, thank you for walking me home” he smiles shyly “anytime” i go to walk up he steps but he stops me placing his hands on my face.

he presses his lips to mine in a sweet warm embrace, i kiss back instantly my hands darting to his suspenders pulling his body flush against my own. he smiles into the kiss and i break away stepping back a few steps.

 “what about hermione?” i tease.

“oh be quite and get your cute ass over here” i walk back over to him wrapping my arms around his neck as we continue to kiss butterflies thrashing my stomach.

best shift ever.

[bobbystompy]

The Slim Shady 20

Eminem’s “The Slim Shady LP” came out, I’m told, 20 years ago. Though the album is, in many ways, dated, homophobic, problematic, sexist, and just as differently offensive now as it equally was originally, it’s still extremely excellent. Instead of going too think piece-y, I wanted to write about my favorite bars.

While Eminem’s career definitely hit higher highs with latter releases, this is my favorite album in his catalogue. He was just as angry, but it was channeled; not distorted by fame or worn down by addiction or jaded by lawsuits or persevering through death of loved ones. This was 26-year-old Marshall, getting his head above water in time to start machine gunning expletives at the world around him.

And please remember, in his words, “If I’m talking too fast, it just means you’re listening too slow.”

20.

I wanted an album so rugged, nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh, shit) Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet

Immediate thesis statement.

19.

If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john

Really dislike this lyric, but it’s unflinching grossness hits every time.

18. 

I met a s*** and said, "What up? It's nice to meet ya I'd like to treat you to a Faygo and a slice of pizza”

This lyric does not exist going forward because any success carries you beyond it. Shades of “Exhibit C’s” masterful “When I was sleepin' on the train / Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain / Without even a single slice of pizza to my name” exactly 10 years later.

17.

This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Doesn’t even rhyme; he hated his fans from the very beginning.

16. 

‘Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight, I think I'll write my biggest fan a "fuck you" letter

Gave you every, immediate chance to get away.

15.

I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit

Nah --  you’re way too meticulous, Shady.

14.

I'm not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer

I like when his evil imagery turns half-baked adolescent; might as well brag about melting ants with your magnifying glass.

13.

Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades

Some fun internals; plus the part right before taught me what “gaffle” meant.

12.

I just remembered that I'm absent-minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it

+

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (“Uh-uh”) I'm the one who burned your house down (“Oh”) Well, I'm out now (“Shit”)

Two of my favorite circular lines.

11.

Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill 'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist

Had to address the elephant in the room.

10.

You beef with me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally

Man with a plan.

9.

These are the results of a thousand electric volts, a neck with bolts Nurse, we're losin' him, check the pulse

Always a lab-created monster.

8.

I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cracked the code for us.

7.

Got b****** on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be" I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster"

This one checks many boxes: The D, local-yet-hilariously-dated celeb name check, misogyny, mythical creatures.

6.

But they love it when you make your business public So fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject And if I told you I had AIDS, y'all would play it 'Cause you stupid mothafuckas think I'm playin' when I say it Well, I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead, she's still alive and bitching And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin' It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS-infested I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested

One of the only times he breaks the fourth wall.

5.

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz, baby, and we suin' the courts 'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a ‘2′ in The Source

This was soon corrected.

4.

That's what I did, be smart, don't be a r***** You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? “What you say?” What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember? “I'ma kill you, motherfucker” Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way

Distilling Dre’s career -- warts and all -- into a flurry of knockout punches.

3.

I'll listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it Six months later, you'll hear your lyrics on my shit ("That's my shit"!) People don't buy shit no more, they just dub it That's why I'm still broke and had the number-one club hit

Everything we’ve ever learned about Eminem has taught us he’s a tortured obsessive... yet this stretch feels effortlessly perfect. Plus, it gives us a clairvoyant outlook on the perils of massive-success-without-actually-making-money in the YouTube/streaming era.

2.

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco (We did it)

So offensive it almost laps itself back into normalcy. The unflinching “We did it” at the end is psychotic, horrible, and confident.

1.

 Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up, y'all, I'm sorry (”But Eminem, this is your record release party!”)

Tried to get out the game on his debut; Jay Electronica would be proud.

Honorable mentions...

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

There’s something casual about his fantasy murder of his father that really made the end stretch of this hit home. This is the closing of his final verse in “My Name Is”; he was never playing.

Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie “Kids”? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest

Em’s devil to Dre’s angel.

My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin' told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works" I screamed, "Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse" "What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts" "Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy" "Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee" "Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework" "But don't you wanna give me after school detention?" "Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him"

Even the teacher wanted him to get his.

Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat

Never had to worry about that after this.

* * *

Death section:

- I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end 

- The disaster with dreads, I'm bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead

- The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like 'Cause this is how I am in real life I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice

- And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

- (I'm Slim Shady) So come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me 25 times in the same spot

* * *

I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show

Tries to be unique and boastful... falls apart and gets self-deprecating.

I take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts 'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I

I mean, someone was... right?

We drive around in million-dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Eh.

If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks

Unquenched desire for chaos.

A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this

Always able to make a risky situation dicier.

Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?

Solid one liner.

Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad, my blood itches

/eyes pop out

I don't speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat

Super fun hip-hop imagery.

[mollyshaj]

25.

Nicole

“It’s not funny Nicole; he’s a jackass for doing that bullshit.” Mariah snapped at me because I was laughing at the fact that Tristan admitted to getting her pregnant on purpose. She was talking about it wasn’t funny, that shit is funny as fuck if you ask me. It would be Tristan’s ass to do some shit like that.

“Nah bitch, this shit is funny what you mean?”

“How is it funny? This nigga trapped me,”

“No he didn’t he just let nature do what it’s supposed to do. You said you weren’t using condoms and if you’re not on birth control and the nigga not pulling out fuck you thought was going to happen? You got a child already bitch, I know you know basic biology.”

“That’s not the point though; he just did it to get me pregnant.”

“Listen,” I calmed my laughing down some. “Preventing diseases and pregnancies and shit like that is a two person job. If you didn’t want to get pregnant by his ass you shouldn’t have been fuckin’ him like a jack rabbit without protection fool.”

“Whatever Nicole you think everything funny, let Rashad pull some shit like this on you.”

“He wouldn’t because I’m on birth control. If I wasn’t I wouldn’t be shocked if my ass popped up pregnant.”

“Yeah aight whatever, what are you doing anyway?”

“Nothing, I’m at Rashad’s place. I literally haven’t seen my apartment in two weeks.”

“The fuck? Why not, what about work?”

“I got fired because I was showing up late and missing mad days all because of Rashad.”

“Damn so what are you going to do for money? I mean I know Rashad got it but you’re not about to sit back and do nothing.”

“I’ve been handling some stuff for the hotel here in the city so yeah, I work for this nigga.”

“That’s not going to get complicated is it?”

“No because he knows just like I don’t play about him, I don’t play about my money. He’s tried that shit though, we’ll be at the hotel and he’ll try to fuck but I shut that shit the fuck down. Work is work, home is home and we’re not going to mix the two because then it would just piss me the fuck off and nobody wants that.”

“Well shit handle your business baby girl. I’m still mad you found that stupid shit funny,”

“The shit is funny, girl you’re having a baby by a fine ass rich ass nigga who’s crazy as hell but loves you. Be happy, and stop whining about every damn thing.”

“Whatever, what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, Rashad said his sister is supposed to be coming over,” I rolled my eyes at the mere thought of his sister Kelly. That bitch irks my nerves, but what can you expect from a crackhead?

“Oop do I detect some drama?”

“Man I told you the bitch got a drug problem so Rashad sent her daughter to live with their older sister Chrissy down in Atlanta. She feels like somehow the shit is my fault, talking about he never really been hard on her before I came around.”

“Why the hell would that be your fault?”

“He told her she needs to either go into rehab or he was keeping Kayla down south and cutting her ass off. She didn’t do shit so he really did cut her off. The nigga she married to is a crackhead so he’s broke and without Rashad doing anything for her she’s broke too and she feels like I’m the one who told him to do it.”

“Did you?”

“No, he brought it up to me and asked my opinion. I agreed with him,” I shrugged. “That’s not me telling him to do some shit, he already had it made up in his head that’s that was what he was going to do.”

“So y’all don’t get along?”

“I never met her before but I would answer his phone when she would call and the bitch would cuss my ass out. You already know I’m two seconds away from nuts so I cussed her ass out right back, I swear to God I can’t stand crackheads they just do too much.”

“I think you should talk to her, you don’t really know her to judge her situation. You’re basing that shit off your sister.”

“You’re right; I was in the same exact position and trusted a damn crackhead to keep their word and what happened? She robbed my ass then went and OD’d before I could beat her ass or get my shit back.”

Rashad’s situation with his sister was something I could relate to because I went through the same exact thing with my older sister Nia. She was young, beautiful, talented, and smart but she met the wrong nigga and got hooked on drugs. I never gave up on my sister, because I knew she was beyond what she had become. I put her in multiple facilities; I even let her stay with me sometimes turning a blind eye every time she stole something for her dumb ass drug habit.

The last time I saw my sister alive was two years ago, I let her stay the night with me and when I woke up she cleared damn near my whole living room out. Some of my furniture was missing, my electronics and everything was gone. It was literally one week after she stole from me that they found her body dead in a crack house.

“Alright they may not be the situation with his sister, maybe she’s really ready to get her shit together.”

“We’ll see but I’m not even going to input on that shit. He can have it, I will end up putting my hands on her and I don’t want to do that. It’s just irritating because that shit really affects everybody. It’s not just a oh she gets high it doesn’t hurt anybody, thing. This bitch has a child, she has a family that is willing to help her ass and she doesn’t realize that.”

“That type of shit takes time Nic and you know that.”

“I do, and I’m not saying that it doesn’t but she needs to focus on getting herself together before she can dislike me for some shit I didn’t even do. Rashad is a grown ass man, fuck I look like telling him what to do with his money? I can’t even make the nigga leave me alone at night with his forever horny ass.”

“Just go into the situation with an open mind aight.”

“Yeah whatever, you trying to tell me what to do but you’re mad at Tristan for fucking you and getting you pregnant even though you never made him strap up or got on birth control. Right,”

“Shut the hell up,” She laughed. “I’m about to go eat I’m done talking to you, especially since you wanna act like you can’t be on my side.”

“Whatever I’ll talk to you later light bright.”

“Aight,” we ended the call and just as I was about lay down Rashad came in the room staring at me.

“What creepy ass?”

“My sister is here, come in the living room.”

“Why? I don’t need to sit in on your conversation,”

“Alright, but I want you there. Plus you’ll stop me from knocking her damn head off if she says some stupid shit.”

“Alright fine,” I got off the bed shaking my head at this nigga and his hand problems. “Come on,” I walked out to the living room with him and sat on the couch across from his sister.

I couldn’t help but feel bad for her, the beautiful woman she once was, was gone. She looked a hot ass mess now. From the pictures Rashad showed me Kelly was fuckin’ gorgeous at one point. She was a tall, thick, chocolate something special. She put me in the mind of Bria Myles, but now she was thin as a rail her hair was all fucked up, her face looked like the shit could crack if you plucked her good enough. She was gone.

“Why is she in here when I’m speaking to you Rashad?” Kelly asked him.

“I told her to come in here, tell me what you wanna talk about Kelly.”

“I want my daughter back.”

“Well you already know that shit aint happening until you get clean and stay that way.”

“You sent her away without my permission Rashad. That was low, even for you.”

“Whatever it was necessary, what can you do for her? You’re on drugs, you and that bum ass nigga you married. You had all of that shit around Kayla, she didn’t need to see it. So yes I sent her away,”

“I want my daughter back, are you going to give her back to me?”

“Get your shit together and we’ll see.”

“Really? Well I’m sorry Rashad,”

“Sorry for what?” I asked, completely confused. She didn’t even say anything she just smirked as there was a knock on the door. Rashad got up and went to his front door, when he opened it two police officers were standing there.

“What’s going on?” Rashad asked.

“Rashad Carter, you are under arrest for taking a minor over state lines.” One of the officers said then they turned him around to handcuff him.

“What the fuck?” I got off the couch and ran over to the door. “Y’all can’t arrest him this bitch is a fuckin’ drug addict!”

“I’m sorry ma’am but what he did was illegal.”

“Nicole, baby don’t even worry about it alright. Just come bail me out.”

“What?”

“Come get me out, call my lawyer and come get me out.”

“I’m sorry baby but I can’t bail you out.”

“What you mean? Yes the fuck you can what are you talking about?”

“I can’t I’m going to be in the cell right next to you. Y’all might as well wait,” I went back in the living room where this bitch was poking around and stuffing shit in her pockets. I didn’t even say anything to her, I just hopped on her ass like a spider monkey. She thought she was about to come in here, set him up, steal and go on about her life like she didn’t just do some fucked up shit? Oh hell nah, she’s getting her ass beat TODAY.

Rashad

Walking into my house with Nicole right behind me I went straight to my bathroom, stripped and got in the shower. All I wanted to do was blow one down, bust a nut and go to sleep. I was over everything that happened today, Kelly really set me up to be arrested. The only thing I’m trying to figure out is what was she going to get out of it? Okay, I got arrested, I’m not a broke ass nigga bail money aint shit she knew I was going to get out.

“Baby!” I heard Nicole shouting before hearing the bathroom room door open. “Rashad, the TV that was in the living room is missing. Your stereo system is missing; the bitch even took appliances out the kitchen.”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“Dead ass serious, she didn’t take everything but she took enough.” I finished my shower and threw some sweatpants on before going in the living room. “What else is missing?”

“The TV’s from the guest rooms, some of my clothes, some of your watches, she even took the necklace you bought me.” Nicole shook her head.

“This is some bullshit,”

“It is, but you just have to pick yourself up and move on. I know it’s hard babe but you just have to.”

“What do I do about her?”

“Nothing, there’s nothing you can do for or about her until she’s ready to get her shit together. The only person that can save Kelly is Kelly.”

“I’m mobbing man,”

“Why?”

“Come on now, you saw my sister she’s not moving all that shit by herself which means she let muthafuckas in here which means niggas know my address and they know what I have up here.”

“Stay at my place,”

“Oh now you wanna live with me?”

“Until you get your new place smart ass,” She chuckled.

“Thanks but no thanks, I don’t feel like duckin’ every time I walk in a room. I’m going to find another apartment or some shit.” I grabbed her hand pulling her close to me. “Move in with me.”

“Shad we talked about this,”

“We did and that was then this is now. I want you to move in with me baby, give me a reason why you can’t.”

“I don’t wanna move to fast, we’re not Ebony and Kaylin alright.”

“You’re right, they’re damn near married. I’m just asking to have the privilege of waking up and going to sleep next to you. You work out here at the hotel anyway, what’s stopping you?”

“I just don’t wanna rush.”

“It’s not rushing, you act like I’m going to hold you hostage if it doesn’t work out, and I’m talking about us living together because we’re not breaking up. Ever.”

“You sound so sure,” She smiled looking up at me.

“I am sure, i’m not going to find better and neither are you. We’re meant to be together the sooner you get that the easier shit will be baby.”

“Shad, just let me think about it alright?” That wasn’t what I wanted to hear but the shit was better than a no.

“Think about it, and let me know. Either way I’m moving but let me know so you can have an input on where we live.”

“I got you. Now come on, you need a stress reliever.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the couch pushing me down. When she dropped to her knees in front of me I smile at her. This is one of the main reasons she’s never going anywhere.

…

“She robbed you? That’s fucked up.” Tristan shook his head. We were sitting at the bar at one of his spots just choppin’ it up having a few drinks.

“Nah what’s fucked up is you getting Mariah pregnant on purpose.” Kay told him. “Nigga, she was on the phone with Hersh for two hours behind that shit.”

“I’m going to tell you just like I told her, if she didn’t want to get pregnant she should’ve been on birth control or made a nigga pull out or strap up. She didn’t do that, so it’s not my fault.”

“Nigga it is your fault,” I laughed at him. This nigga always saying some other shit, I often wonder why I even hang with his slow ass.

“She’ll be aight she was still mad before I left but I made her squirt so she good again.”

“This nigga,” Kaylin shook his head, I know he was thinking the same thing I was.

“Man whatever, what’s up with y’all and that baby daddy shit? I thought that nigga was a lost cause.”

“He is, she said she didn’t even know he was going to be there.”

“You know she dead ass pushed me out the way when I tried to break it up right? She was cheering you on,” I chuckled. I knew Eb was crazy but that night just confirmed that shit for me.

“I know she told me, she’s not here for that nigga. She don’t fuck with him at all, but you know what’s crazy I didn’t tell her this though. That night when I was walking out I could’ve sworn I saw her sister there.”

“Duh nigga Jas was in the section with us.”

“No nigga, she has another sister. Remember we had that party at the strip club, and that thick bitch was on my dick but I passed her to you.” He asked me and I nodded.

“Yeah she was a lazy fuck, bitch just laid there. She aint pop that puss or nothing.” I shook my head. “What about her?”

“That’s her sister nigga, I met her one day a few months back when we were at the park with Jayden.”

“So your girl’s sister tried to fuck you before? Oh shit, that’s some messy shit man.”

“I know but I didn’t fuck, and now I know why that shit didn’t happen. You fucked her though.”

“That shit doesn’t matter, she aint my girls sister. Who was she there with? How is her being in the club crazy?”

“I was drinking that night, I mean I was guzzling that shit but I swear before all that drama happened I saw her cuddling up with that nigga. I mean the bitch aint nothing special, typical fake body having ass broad but I know my eyes work and I saw that shit.”

“So you saw her baby daddy and didn’t warn her?”

“I didn’t know that was him, I never seen the nigga before that night.” He shrugged.

“Are you sitting here telling us Ebony’s sister was cuddled up with her baby father?” Tristan asked him.

“Yeah,”

“Oh shit,” I started laughing my ass off because this was straight up reality TV, Jerry Springer shit. “Yo you know if you right and Ebony finds out she’s going to kill that bitch right?”

“Hell yeah that’s why I don’t want her to find out, hell I hope I was drunk and just seeing shit. Fuck all that though back to you and Nicole getting locked the fuck up.”

“Man,” I shook my head then drank some of my beer. “I don’t even wanna think about that shit. Thank you for bailing me out though, I’ll get the money back to you.”

“You good don’t even worry about it. Why did you let Nicole beat her ass though?”

“Let her? I was handcuffed and couldn’t do shit. She was about to swing on one of the cops but I guess my yelling at her hardheaded ass made her remember who she was being held by. That would’ve been one hell of a charge, as far as the assault shit Kelly’s drugged out ass isn’t going to go to court.”

“You know you gotta move though right? Niggas know where you live at and shit.” Tristan said and I nodded.

“I know man, I’m going to start looking tomorrow. I’m trying to get Nicole to move in with me but she’s on that it’s too soon shit.”

“Hersh tried that but I bought Jayden with us to see a house so she couldn’t say no after that. Nicole aint that easy, she would’ve said no anyway.”

“Exactly, she’s stubborn as fuck. It’ll work out though.” If you looked up the word stubborn in the dictionary you would see a picture of Nicole sitting right there because she’s the exact definition of that shit.

The girl doesn’t listen and she has a fucked up attitude. She’s like a small female version of me and I love that shit because she bites back. Other bitches I fucked with would back down as soon as I looked at their asses. Nicole, she doesn’t do that she’ll look me up and down and tell me to fix my damn face but at the same time she knows when to just sit back and let me lead the way. You don’t find too many women like that. Plus she’s smart, she works her ass off, she’s beautiful as fuck and she can knock a bitch out.  She’s the perfect woman for me.

God himself would have to come down from heaven to get me to leave her ass alone because I’m not doing it for anybody walking this earth that’s for damn sure.

[pink-valkyrie]

Leonis and the lionheart pirates

Disclaimer: I do not own one piece or its character all rights go to oda. The oc’s , the background for them are my bestfriends the-wallflower-artist. This written version is mine.

Kento Aster Leonis didn't have it easy growing up. Her mother died shortly after her birth leaving it to the newly retired vice-admiral to take care of his baby girl.  As she grew she dreamed of seeing the world after hearing her father tales of being a marine but didn't wanna travel down that path hearing how the marines were changing. As the girl turns into a adolescent teen her father begins to teach her the basic of fighting and martial arts. She later asked him to train her with a sword and her sixteenth birthday he gives her his sword and a heavy dose of training. She was a quickly learner. But as she and her skills grew she remained the ever bubbly and energetic child she always was. She wore her dark brown hair up in a messy bun, her emerald eyes sparkled lighting her freckled face that set off a beautiful glow when she smiled. It was disarming to think that this young lady had the slightest of skills but you just had to get her mad first then she went on a rampage. Oh how embarrassing it was for her father the first time he was called in to stop her. The kid had teased her a bit to much and bang she exploded, maybe she needed more discipline than he thought or maybe she had just been blessed with her mothers explosive temper. It was definitely the latter he thought of his late wife and how proud she would be of her daughter and he hoped of him to for raising her the best he could. It brought a smile to his face and a few tears to his eyes. As she finally settled down they had a talk, he paid for the damages down and the teenage boy the dare mocked his daughter was only mildly hurt and he was very apologetic it seemed so no actions would be taken. The pair went back home in silence, Leonis was very worried she had witnessed her fathers odd mood swings so she had returned to her calm self and reluctantly followed him home. Maybe I should just go to bed but as the door shut she would have no such luck having to endure another one of his painful lectures. It lasted two and half hours. Oh she should've ran when she had the chance finally she was free to go to bed. Before she shut the door she heard him call to her "Night sunflower." Smiling at the nickname he had given her for how it fitted her personality. Even though he had scolded her pretty good it was how she know he wasn't that mad and that he still loved her. "Night dad" She called back before settling for a peaceful rest. Her dreams were filled with her ideas of adventure. As she said as a child to her father "I want to see the whole world." ----------Years had passed and the sixteen year old was now a 20 year old woman about to set sail on a trading ship. It had been a hard goodbye to say to her father. For 20 years he had raised her to be the person she always wanted to be supporting her and loving her fully as a father should. Putting her first and now that she was leaving he knew to hold back tears until she was out of sight at least so she wouldn't waver anymore on starting her journey. She already picked a crew name for when she to become a pirate the lionheart pirates he laughed it suited his daughter, and what would hopefully be a crew. He knew that she was going to accomplish her goals, and wished her well, hoping that she'd find her new friends and contact him soon. She traveled the east blue islands, bumming rides while bounty hunting not having much luck. She meets her first mate and cook Ian, Dark hair, tanned skin and olive green eyes. He was quite the looker. Ian helped Lenois out when her temper gets her in trouble at the bar he was working at. His boss and coworkers are his ‘family.’ He was adopted by his ‘Boss’ when he was living on the street as a child. He was taught how to use knives/daggers.  Ever the gentleman he finally lost his cool, kicking one of the guys knocking him down before flashing his knives. "All you bastards against one lady isn't gonna work for me. So I'll give you a choice fight me and the lovely lady here or you can leave my bar now." The owner and Ian's adopted father stepping in." I'm not against fighting but you won't be brawling in my bar." Shortly after the odds evened out the other men left. After a couple hours of conversing and exchanging stories. Ian agreed to travel with Leonis as her cook. They took odds jobs and bummed another ride to the next island . Over time they noticed the marine base on the island they were on when return the bounties seemed very shady. Leonis and Ian discovered the marines involvement with a notorious pirate group! The pirates were dealing money to the marines for ‘protection’, while they terrorized the neighboring towns. The marines just coming a ‘little too late’. Leonis couldn’t handle that. Even if most marines take justice a little too seriously. Seeing marines become greedy and benefit on others misfortune is cruel! People  died over their greed! So her and her first mate take it upon themselves to end this. And after some grueling fights, she defeated the pirate captain. Then she turned and confronted the captain in charge of the marine base. Telling them she’s here to ‘claim a bounty.’ Tossing the bruised up pirate captain’s body on the ground. This begins a fight and she defeats the captain of the marine base to, revealing the ugly truth to the townsfolk to what’s going on. They were thanked profusely, and as a gift they were given some food and a old fisherman’s boat. At the moment there was no going back. They were seen as a threat to marines. Over time they begin to build a bounty, and start their life as the Lionheart pirates. Stopping at the next island Leonis and Ian would unknowingly meet their next crewmate on this island. As soon as they gathered their supplies and got some food at a near by bar things got bad with a encounter with a mercenary turns out the marine captain of the base didn't like being outed in such away. The hired killer caused quite a ruckus. Knocking  Ian unconscious  and wounding Leonis's shoulder. Making the decision to retreat and regroup. She grabbed her cook and decided to run into the crowd. Finally after losing him she ran into a back alley.  Trying to catch her breath after hauling the injured Ian's body at a frantic pace. She only hopped they got away when she heard a nearby doorway creak open. Slightly panicking our sunflower was met with a young woman. Stella Locke the blondewoman with bright blue eyes that had seemingly lost a spark was treat both crewmates in her office behind the door in the alley. "Thanks for treating us." The blonde  glanced up from working on Ian. "Oh you're welcome, can't say I'm doing it out of the kindness of my heart though. You are going to pay me after this. Right? "  A shocked Leonis recovered "Right." "So why the office in the alley way." "That's not important is it? Asking for information will cost you extra. but a piece of advice in the town you'll get in trouble prying into others lives. This town hasn't ever been very friendly." "Can't say I'm surprised your asking questions though you do look like outsiders." Finally understanding this woman was brash, cautious, and more than likely had a past that was too soon to share with strangers, Leonis lightened up putting her bright and cheer atmosphere. "Thanks for your advice. It's appreciated we are not from here. We were traveling here together our some friends for our crew. We got into quite the mess helping out some people on the island before this one. So as soon as you're done, I'll give you the money and we will be out of the way. " Smiling cause a crack in Stella's blank face causing her to smile in return, "As soon as I'm done with him you'll be next and after you pay you can stay until he wakes up. We won't have much business today anyway. " Surprisgly they had stayed awhile, when Ian had woken he cooked for his captain and the doctor, the three of them had shared a nice meal. She enjoyed that, it felt like it had been forever since talked to anyone friendly. She never enjoyed helping other as much as he had them. She felt happy. Actually she longed to go with them. After Ian and Leonis left Stella was greeted with the drunken angry doctor coming home and remembered why that was impossible. She was sold to the doctor by her parents to pay for their medical bills so they wouldn’t get killed by his ‘debt collectors.’ He forced to learn medicine and surgery in the worst of ways. She had long suffered while she still was the gentle and kind person she always had been working for that monster of a man an with his shady costumers taughter her how to keep to herself among other things. He was already a asleep. She would have to deal with him tomorrow afternoon when he awoke.-----Earlier the next day Ian and Leonis had took down the hunter that was prusing them." Lets celebrate by buying some food and going to see Stella!", "Whatever you want captain."  When they arrived they heard yelling, cussing, thing being thrown, being alarmed, They immedatiely busted open the door and on the floor was Stella tears in her eyes, bruises, cuts, and handprints forming. They were both upset with what they had just seen."Ian get Stella and get her out of here." Leonis was furious Ian had never seen her like this in the few months he'd known his captain not even the marine based incedent had upset her this much. She was seriously pissed off. "But captain.." "No you got to have your fun with the hunter, I'm gonna wreck this place and this awful person with it. No but's about it. Now please take Stella to a safe place and treat her then we'll go have our lunch together." As soon as they were gone things got serious. She kicked some equipment out of her way as they locked up in a fight. After blow was exchanged for a ordinary man he was was pretty good at dodging then she recived a cut to her cheek. He was brandishing a scapel. That's gotta go she gowled at him. knocking it out of his hand, she launched her self at him knocking him to theground where she punched him into a unconcious mess. She took something that appeared to be Stella's and left the office/apparment building in ruins. As she arrived Stella was asleep on Ian's bed. He nearly fainted when he saw the shape of his captain. She had dried blood on her. A few minor scratches and injuries, the dark and distant look was still in place. When he finally called out asking if she was okay,  she snapped out of it. "Yeah I do occasionally lose control when I'm mad but just fine. Is food almost done?" Going back to the chipper young lady that she was. "No it still likes alittle bit wanna clean up?" She gasped "Are you saying that I look and smell awful sir? " playful joking with him watching him squrim trying to fix his words. She broke out into laughter. " Relax Ian, I was planning on it actually, I do look rough. I let him land more hits on me than I should have. I didn't draw my sword once cause I was so angry. " WIthout waiting to hear a reply she dashed towards the bathroom. The hot shower felt nice, she dried off and put on some comfy shorts and a tank top floping down on the couch yawn. "We've had a busy day. " Just then Ian's door opened. "Leonis? Ian?"  In the kitchen Ian shouted, popping up like a daisy nearly giving the blonde a heartattack. "How bout a warning like your friend in the kitchen." Giggling a quick I'm sorry before melting into a smile. "You don't have to worry about that man anymore. You're free to live how you want. I got your things ." The blonde eyes widen. "What do you mean? What xactly happened?" Ian came out of the kitchen you can talk more after dinner which is done now. Losing her serious dinner. "Yay lets go Stella, Ian cooking its the best!" Ian looked at her "All you need to know is the captain took care of it and that you shouldn't worry about the past, just your present and future should be your focus now. It's kinda her thing to wanna help others even if it means putting her journey and goals to the side for awhile. That's just the kinda person she is."  "Ian, Stella! If your not in here in a few minutes to eat with me, I'm eating yours to!" A panicked look shot over his face, "Lets go or she will. I don't understand how that tiny 5'6ft frame hold all that food." Hurrying the there the three began to eat, talk, and joke around. It felt like they were a family. "Leonis are you by chance needing a doctor in your crew?" Stella asked. A smile lit her face. "Of course you want to join us?!" she asked getting excited. Receiving a nod. "I didn't always like this thing, I hated being a doctor, because of that awful man, but it won't be so bad. I actually enjoy helping out, and I want to be the best doctor in the world. " This is more like it. Finally we're looking like a decent crew. A cook, a doctor, and a swordsman for a captain. I specialize in knives, what about you Stella? I'm pretty good with talking myself out of tough situations.  Weapon wise guns (mainly pistols) , surgeons knife and other tools. I wanna find a special devil fruit, the mirror mirror fruit, rumor has it  you can make illusions with it, weapons, reflect and deflect attacks.  "OH your the coolest doctor ever, I'll definitely help you find that. It's a captains promise! I say we do a few more odd Jobs here, stock up on supplies and head out to find that fruit, maybe pick up some more crewmates along the way?" "Sounds like a fine plan to me captain." "What do you think Stella?" "Sounds great but how about one more day of rest before that?" "We can manage that. We'll put our plan into action of the next day of rest." Little did they know they were going to run into their next crewmate son enough. After their day od partying and relaxing the Stella and Ian went on to the task assigned to them. Leonis however wanted to find a carpenter/ well a repairman for the ship and all the odds and end jobs. Alot of the guys were interested until she said her crew ship and other things. "Sorry honey but I don't do those kind of jobs" "Sorry sweet thing you looked cute when you first approached me but I gotta go." "sorry no time to talk to a girl like you" "Wait, why won't anyone talk to me or help?" She sighed frustrated after the last guy had. Let without sparing her a glance. "What jerks. AN they call themselves men of craft. I'll help you,my names Max, miss what do you need?" She teared up. " I need help with everything my ship is falling apart and me and the other two don't have a clue on how to fix anything. It's a nightmare, thats just a few things, I really need a fulltime person. " She began to ramble. Finally a chuckle broke through and she stopped puffing out her cheeks thinking everything was a joke to everyone, how she wasn't taken seriously cause she was a young woman. "Calm down, I'll repair what I can but did you just asked me to become a member of your crew?' She tilted her head. She smiled a small smile already knowing an answer. I did kinda just ask you to become a member without thinking along with the other list of things I needed done. "I'll do it" Blinking. "I'm an impulsive man, while I take time and pride in my crafts I get bored easy this is the 2nd town I've been to in a month. I like to work and travel. So That offer a serious one. "Yes of course I'd love to have you aboard." Lets go back to the ship. After assessing it he began tearing things apart nearly giving her a hearttack. My motto is ‘You gotta know how to take something apart to build it better, so let’s destroy it.' He was quick to make repairs just as the other two came back. What is that behemoth doing? Ian that's not nice. He's repairing the ship and he's Our new crewmate! What?! I know I've been out of his way but I'd occasionally ask him a question when he was on break. On top of being strong, and a great repairman . He's good close ranger fighter, but he likes using his creations to fight. (Bombs, traps, guns, cannons, etc) Stella seemed interest. "You work fast captain." As she said that Max appear, His sandy blonde hair and brown eyes, tanned skinned, revealing his muscle. Stella whistled. "He's not from here either is he captain?" Ian Gawked at her I thought we were bonding like you and captain were yesterday. Flashing him a smile we were, I had fun. Don't get jealous cause your not the only male in the crew anymore this could be good for you. It'll even the score when you disagree with me and the captain. " Sighing stop trying to cheer me up" all of them boarded and and put the supplies away when Ian began cooking. There was plenty of talking about what would happen the next few days. The next day they decided to set sail bright an early. The next island and hopefully to find some information on the mirror mirror fruit. Join us next time as the Lionheart pirates continue their journey!