#i aint ask nobody to block you or some shit like that

[thenixkat]

Anyway, if you aren’t Black don’t use any variation of woke. I don’t care what conservatives are calling fuckers/using as the new sjw/political correctness/what have you.

If you know what fuckers mean use what they mean, and if you don’t why are you copying what people are saying?

Woke ain’t for you. If the discussion isn’t about Black people being aware of and/or educating other Black people about racism/antiblackness/structural inequality/all the other bullshit then it doesn’t need to be used in the discussion.

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Daryl Dixon x she/her!reader

spoilers: set in season 3, references to previous locations

Soft Spot For Ya

Rounding the corner to the only available cell in the block, you throw your bag onto the top bunk.

“Oh, I am totally taking the top bunk, you can kiss my sugar coated ass!” You cheer, looking over your shoulder at Daryl as you climb up the ladder to the second bunk. Your best friend chuckles and shakes his head, dumping his bag on the second bunk.

“Back in a room with you again, as if the end o’ the world couldnt get any worse!” Daryl teases as he sits down on the bunk beneath you.

Gasping, you lean over your bunk to smack him in the head with a pillow.

“Hey, dont be an ass! I am your absolute favourite roommate!”

Daryl rolls his eyes. “Sure ya are.”

You lie back on your bunk with your arms behind your head, smiling up at the ceiling. “If you actually disliked me, Im sure you would’ve kicked me out of your tent, or off of your part of the farm - all this evidence is against you mister, you sure you wanna take this case to court?”

Daryl sighs in defeat. “Alright alright, I get it, I got a soft spot for ya.”

This was a statement that Daryl realised to be true the day he met you. Back at the quarry, while Daryl was out on a hunt, he found you wandering the woods all on your own. You had no weapons and barely any food or water in your bag. When he asked you how you’d made it that far, you smiled bigger than he’d seen anyone smile since the world changed, and you said “Just kept running!”

He led you back to the camp, and as soon as the two of you cleared the trees, Shane dropped whatever was in his hands and marched over, shaking his head.

“Naw, we dont jus’ let anyone stay here.”

Naturally, you had an immediate disliking to Shane, considering he barely glanced at you, let alone introduced himself. Your smile fell from your face, and you stayed quiet, not out of fear, but just to observe the situation for a little longer to figure out the dynamic of this group.

Daryl’s gestures to you. “I’ll take full responsibility for ‘er. She was out there completely by herself, she aint got nobody, ya shouldnt turn her away man.”

You smiled kindly at Daryl to thank him in a way that wouldnt disturb the conversation, and he nodded back at you in reply. Shane’s next words tore your smile from your face yet again.

“Oh, and I ‘spose her life’s been saved by some piece of shit redneck?” He seethed, taking a step closer to Daryl. It fascinated you that nobody else in the group tried to prevent this. Clearly Shane’s reign of aggression had everyone under submission, except for Daryl, and then, you.

You frowned, bravely standing slightly in front of Daryl. “Hey! Dont talk to him like that!”

Shane shook his head at you, laughing without humour. “Oh, naw, see you dont get to speak to me, you aint one of us!”

You throw your arms in the air, making big gestures as you let him have a piece of your mind. “I dont give a flying fuck if you consider me as part of your group, the fact is I’ve been here two whole minutes and in that time all you’ve done is act like an ass, and judging by the faces of everyone ‘round here, you make a habit of that, and that’s not okay! The world going to shit doesnt give you the right to think you own it, asshat. And if you could refrain from insulting Daryl - who has a name, in case all the hot air in your head made you forget - I’ll refrain from breaking your goddamn nose.”

The quarry fell silent, Daryl’s eyes had been locked on you from the moment you stepped out in front of him, and he was utterly hypnotised by you. Nobody had ever defended him like that.

Very slowly, Dale started to clap for you, then T-Dog and Glenn joined in.

Lori, Carol, Andrea and Any couldnt help smiling and laughing, a mixture of shock and of ‘serves him right’.

Shane was scowling at you. Dale raised his hand.

“I, for one, would like to vouch for this girl’s permanent residence!” He offered, throwing you a kind smile, which you gladly returned. “Who’s with me?” Dale called, and within a few seconds, everyone else in the group had an arm in the air.

Daryl walked to stand beside you, lifting his arm in the air to cast his vote before swinging it around your shoulders.

“Looks like yer outnumbered, go cry about it.” Daryl said to Shane childishly, making everyone laugh as he walked you back to his tent.

Ever since, the two of you have been inseparable. When Rick found the group, he actually assumed that you and Daryl had been dating since before the apocalypse, he was truly shocked to find out that you’d only known each other a couple of months, and you werent dating. You kept your word with Shane, and ended up breaking his nose on the farm after he made the mistake of insulting Daryl again. Considering how protective you got of Daryl, you were intending to break more than Shane’s nose, but you were pulled off him by none other Daryl Dixon himself, who took you away to calm you down and bandage your knuckles, while Rick calmed down Shane. Thankfully, it wasnt long before Shane was dead, and with him went the usual cause for your anger.

Now, things between you and Daryl are complicated in a way that is complicated to everyone except the two of you.

“Hey, Daryl?” You call down to him from your bunk after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Yeah?” Daryl replies, curious as to what random thought has popped into your head all of a sudden.

“You think now we’ve got a more solid place to stay, you’re gonna take me out to dinner?” You ask him, and Daryl is silent, waiting for something that he cant put words to. After a few lengthy seconds, you burst out laughing.

Daryl scoffs and pushes himself up to stand away from his bunk. “An’ ya call me an ass!”

You roll over onto your stomach you’re laughing so hard, while Daryl shakes his head and searches through his bag. He’s about to walk out of the cell, but you stop him.

“Hey! Where’d ya think you’re going?” You question.

“Anywhere away from you!” Daryl retorts sassily, turning around to look at you from the cell doorway.

You laugh, using your hand to beckon him back over, and he rolls his eyes but strolls back over to you. Daryl stands at your bunk, and you grab the back of his head to pull him close to you, kissing his forehead from your place on the top bunk.

Beaming at Daryl, you let go of him, and he scoffs, blushing and shaking his head.

“Love yooouuuu!” You call as he shuffles out of the cell.

“Yeah, whatever!” Daryl yells back, and you fall back onto your bed in fits of laughter again.

Nobody else could understand what it was between you and Daryl, but they didnt need to. You didnt need to put a name to it, a name makes it too simple, there’s no word to describe the adoration you two have for each other. The world has moved past the need for simplistic relationship titles. All that matters is that you are each other’s best friends, and each other’s sources of comfort, strength, and love. Even if nobody else understood your relationship, they couldnt deny that those things were true in everything you did for each other.

[blueiight]

now as for why his other crimes against claudia and black and disabled women go unnoticed, i'm going to hazard a guess that you stepped into the ◻️ side of the fandom and especially the side where louis is purely an object for lestat's gratification and not a whole person. where any analysis of louis is only in relation to loustat (which is common for lewis because that's what anne wrote him as).

it's an interesting manifestation of white supremacy where black characters are only seen in relation to white characters.

*claudia's relationship with louis doesn't matter but you'll see endless conversations about whether lestat loved claudia

*all the black women prostitutes and louis as their pimp never get airtime (which btw might give insight as to how louis sees women generally and later on himself) but antoinette the most transparent character gets days of analysis

*louis' relationship with his family isn't discussed (and yet who he is and how he behaves in his own family is informed by this) but when it's time to put up lestat defence you will hear everything about his father, mother, brood of siblings and his cousins if they can be unearthed

u make a rly interesting point on how louis viewed women being part of why his days as hbic of storyville flow in the beats that they do… we’re introduced to the aftermath of bricktop fighting off the alderman who tried to rape her but the framing is more like ah just another busy day for mr du lac cleaning up after some bs again just before the vampire shit. drunk rapist racist man calls louis a racial slur? ahh hes not just that slur u see, ur speaking to louis de pointe du lac& he owns 8 of these 14 properties or however many r down the block. we literally only see the musicmen in the azalea, we no longer need to see him ‘cleaning up’ after nobody. aww aint that nice lou [LOL]. playing stan wars over evil vampire yaoi is stupid but ig its cuz i dont subscribe to the church of white supremacy ppl seem to think im an ‘apologist’ for certain fictional characters or try to group me into certain fan camps. #jobless . theres certainly merit in analyzing lestat x louis relationship n how louis fits into that + how lestat’s own past informs his present [u need ingredients to bake a cake, even if the cake is 150 years old] but u make points in how ppl can be a bit more lenient to lestat bc hes white, even moreso if theyre coming from vc fanon bc post interview lestat is the/a central character n vc fans love framing les as the hero lolz. but i do wonder if louis was kept white would fans still stretch and hyperanalyze cuz they cant see a bm exploiting bw or having a readily available farm of humans in dubai as ‘evil enough’ n would be more readily able to recognize where louis’s moral complexities n capacity for evil in canon lie as is? w/o tryna badger down black fans or fans who dont wanna play into harebrained theories when louis’s actual crimes r right there as ~~ dumb louis fans tryna cry apologetics ~~~ or w/e idk. i think show wise claudia and louis’s relationship is fascinating bc theyre both creole [i have a post n sandwiched in a bs response to an ask i mention how i think the mind link they had/have serves a metaphor to this as well] and vampire siblings/parent and child/etc etc.. emotional codependence predicated on the denial of claudia ever being allowed to be woman, bc louis wanted a child, wanted something to fill the emptiness of losing his family/wealth all in one, but she is selectively mature when it serves louis for her to be. shes coming up on 33, can the children kill the father, can claudia take this out my hands

[strawberry--bride]

Stop with the “go off anon” when you got multiple people thinkin you write your own asks and with valid reasons too lmfaoooo. YOU need to get off anon with your fake ass

I’m tired of people like you having platforms in this fandom. You can act sweet and innocent but we remember how you treated those girls with ed in the servers PLUS that weird onii chan stuff you did. Foul asf. Not to mention how you used to jump on ppl for the dumbest shit when they asked simple questions about CD translations. You aint shit and plenty people know it too but I doubt you will change

??????

What is your problem???

If you dislike me and/or my blogs so much then unfollow/block/whatever. Nobody is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to consume my content or interact with me. 

I won’t deny that I made some mistakes in the past. There have definitely been times where I reacted the wrong way. But in the end we’re all just human, right? We have real life shit happening too. Sometimes real-life stress might affect our mood and we become more irritable, yes. 

However, YOU are in absolutely no position to judge anyone about their behavior, when YOU are also harrassing someone online and doing so in an even more cowardly way by not even revealing your true identity. I think you should take a look in the mirror and try to improve yourself, before you attack others and tell them to fix themselves. 

There’s literally so many things you could be doing in life right now, yet you’ve chosen to be a cyber bully? That’s just sad. 

[poetdreamerfool]

2022 Freestyle Series #29

Lyrics

its gonna be long night high for hours like the middle of a long flight never sell my soul not even for a klondike

my bars colder than the polar bear's almost at the tower text rupenzel throw you hair I was busy looking for a feeling that was never there locs in my head locks on the windows locks on doors broken locks on the floor locks is everywhere the writings on the wall the writing is on my skin the writing is full of expletives and ad hominems raised by wolves I aint even got mom an them out on a stage out on a limb break a leg break your skin but ain't nobody ask what's breaking him to many folks living life like the sims when my car dash she in call her kim trees could be my logo too word to timbs if youre looking for that poet I am him lost and found like the bin interconnected to my pain like a hoop and a rim swish

here I go probing earlobes if its 4th and 1 then I'm beastmode hear a beat and its feast mode yall think its a game you can beat those but out here in the field there ain't cheat codes

yessir he goes beauty in the eye of the beholder but it aint more pretty than what fear holds but it kinda like pants and a belt aint no sympathy felt inner child aging like milk fight fire with fire And everything melts I know some like hot ask Roddy what I got in the box my arm's in the rim my lungs full of pot I ain't never do shit Thats why i never got caught ascended the block with will power and thought wavy like eyebrows on the Rock I wrestle my demons most niggas just talk game like both marshalls mathers and faulk show em hard work most niggas would balk lived too many years on their knees forgot how to walk

runnin through these trees like jazz jackrabbit just my existence has the cops saying dang nabbit cause my skin blacker than the sabbath and I believe in myself that makes it tragic black excellence seen as average so resilient have you believing in magic when I get on imma wreak havoc move savage I will ravage the mediocrity that I was taught not to be no circle me myself and I its more like an isosceles you can thank masculinity and its hypocrisies cause it don't matter what you say it'll respond you're welcome.

[aboynameddash]

august

hello hi we’re peak summertime and boy has it been a roller coaster. The summer started out in a funk - I hated where I lived and even more so, I hated my neighbors. At one point I kept anticipating bad things happening to me because 1) that was around the time terrible things happened to me two years in a row and 2) I just fucking hated my living situation due to victor and my strange ass neighbors. The only perk I got was going to Barry’s bootcamp where I developed a crush on my barry’s instructor whom I originally thought was gay...but then realized he was straight when he mentioned something about a girlfriend and then followed it with “jk so and so is thinking, aint nobody gonna lock this guy down” and I’m here like....wait, he’s straight?! That followed along with the next few weeks, he made a point to ask me for my name, call me out and etc. Sure, it’s because I’m one of his regulars, but then I decided to follow him on instagram to SHOW my interest... no surprise he followed me back but from time to time he’ll give me a like or two on a full body picture. And then came that strange ass date with Jared who decided to look me up and follow me on insta also...except I never followed him back because why would I. The date wasn’t terrible, in hindsight, it went really well..Drinks, sex, in-n-out. The only real problem is other than that one night, I wasn’t that attracted to him. I’m sorry I’m really not attracted to low ambition men who “try” to get out of their job 10 years in...on top of that the company doesn’t even have equity for him. They also moved him out to miami which I think is lame the more that I think of it. Yes. It was so easy and effortless. I did enjoy my time but not nearly enough to do it again. Then there was those couple weekends back and forth between LA and San Diego -venice beach, urth cafe, santa monica, etc. with lisa. fourth of july bbq at her boyfriend’s house and then of course a week and a half in San Francisco was so lovely. but I’m not gonna lie, being back home with my car and dasher’s home felt like this is where I needed to be. Then of course, last week where krystl stayed and played and we...somehow ended up making seeking arrangement accounts and thats when I met up with some old finance guy this past weekend who ended up blocking me because I showed up at the wrong location and was late. he thought I was about to flake. I caught him off gaurd eating ice cream by himself before we sat down and had a fairly nice, but awkward chat. About an hour later, he slipped me 200 dollars and I was on my way. Would I do it again? probably. I hustle. Would I have dinner with him? I think if he didn’t block me I would keep his number and possibly hit him up again if he was in town but honestly something about it felt really odd. Krystl said, the only way to go into it is to only do it if I were gonna do it anyway if it were free. And honestly, $200 was just not enough for the time and effort it took to get there. Not to mention the looks we recieved from other people. Nonetheless, it has taught me a few things...I’m SO tired and don’t even feel burn when I get rejected or unmatched from these loser boys on bumble or hinge anymore. It’s like...why do I even bother trying to go on these dates if it’s free/these boys think they’re hot shit when they’re huge losers. Point taken. the guy that wanted to take me out last Friday, ended up unmatching me the second I told him I needed him to call me before I met up with him. Was I shocked? No. Glad? More than ever. I think it’s after how PATHETIC Craig was, I take every little sign as a bullet dodged. Honestly, time..I’ve got a lot of it. Energy and patience, I have very little of so anything that helps me weed out all the losers...THANK YOU. In fact, the last thing I wanna do is get ready and potentially spend a friday night with some guy I’m not even gonna vibe with. That’s a lot of recovery that needs to be done after.

[angelrunners]

STOP FUCKING GATEKEEPING FANDOMS

This is my fucking mood when people bitch and threaten me over cookie pronouns. The cookies do not care. It is a game for all ages. And this will be my last ramble. But lemme give yinz a fucking wake up to how cr haters see us.

Video i found awhile ago and hated that i can agree with on some of it.

Ive had good experiences and bad ones with the fandom. But hot damn the fact this person calls the tumblr part of us out should be a wake up call. I originally saw this video and got upset. But after ive got death threats over cookie pronouns. YEAH I AGREE MORE WITH THIS GAL. Like holy fuck. I love the fandom and not everyone gatekeeps. But good lord. What the fucking shit is wrong with you? Let people enjoy things that arent hurting anyone.

Calling someone out for aging up characters to draw porn is deserved. Sending threats and harassing people over the fact they aint using the pronouns you headcanon for x cookie, THAT'S FUCKING TOXIC. I dont wanna hear it.

I do my damned best to keep my ask blogs as sfw as possible. As well as keep my main safe too. Granted on main i do reblog gore on occassion.

I honestly think some of yinz need to fucking chill out. I was in homestuck back in 2011 - 2017. Maybe 2010 i can't remember. But we all were fucking batshit shippers. We all had opinions on what could be what ship. But ya know what? At the end of the day. Hussie was like "all ships are canon" and that was that. I will literally go full homestuck to prove a point here. I know damned well how i used to act. Heck even in roleplay on ye olden sites i can't remember. We all were civil. If you didnt like someone then you ignore them. You know how many people i blocked because i hated the ships they liked to share? A fucking lot that's what. Hell me and a friend back then disagreed on so many ships but we fucking shut up and just mellowed out. We did full on roleplays for the middle ground stuff. Which is fucking badass.

So it begs the question. Why can't cookie run chill? Why can't the gatekeepers just go block the people they disagree with over fighting? Because you aint gonna get anywhere. Now if you ask me politely and we're friends, sure I'll do it in pm. But i aint gonna bend over. I don't even do that shit for my best friends i know in person. Hell when i went to a con in fursuit years ago. My bff called me the wrong pronouns and i dealt with that the whole con. And that's something i care about. But yet when its fucking fake characters, nobody can have nice things.

Tell me how this is ok? Gatekeeping makes people see that first. Then they make judgments off that as "everyone must be that way since these dummies stick out." Same shit happens with any fandom. But hot fuck. The dumpster fire these things turn into.

Sending me death threats via pm is fucking disgusting. And its happened for M O N T H S. Yeah i don't give a fuck about your shitty gatekeeping. Go fuck yourself. Because that is literally proving my point as well as why people hate the cr fandom as a whole. They see that shit that's innocent then have to rip everyone apart.

Its a game for all ages. Its literally got an E rating in the Google play shop. You think kids who play this give shit over genders?? Its a g a m e.

So either block and move on. Or shut the fuck up and don't gatekeep.

Yo newsflash. This is the internet. Everyone sees what you say and nothing can truly be deleted.

- Lilac

[ninjakitty15]

Chapter 11: Tell Tale Hearts (Loki X OFC Pairing)

"You've been holding out on me," Loki noted later.

"We've not known each other long and there's just some things you don't need to know, besides, I'm sure there's lots I don't know about the trickster god." We were currently taking a stroll through the nearest park to get some fresh air and out of Tony's hair.

"Not if Thor has anything to say about it," Loki muttered. "If I won't tell you, he probably will, especially after you introduced him to moosetracks, he probably believes he's in debt to you for allowing him the last bit."

"Yeah but like he's never around so I'll still get nothing on you."

"What I don't get is why you don't seem to use those skills you used on me in the battlefield?"

I snorted. "What? Bo staff fighting? It's a pacifist weapon unless you're really motivated and skilled and aint nobody got time for that."

"I mean close range combat."

"Why do something yourself when you can get an army to do that for less?"

He scowled at me but couldn't come up with anything to rebuke that. "I hate your logic."

"But you love me so it all works out in the end." I stopped walking and kicked off my shoes to expose bare feet despite it behind in the 50's, feeling for the dead beneath the earth as well as just enjoying the feeling of nature against my flesh.

"Is that so?" he challenged, studying my actions as I stood still, eyes slightly closed to block out distractions aside from him.

"Typically people, gods or not, don't go through measures to protect their live-in booty call, not to mention you pretty much swearing yourself to me a few days ago. Just because I was on a warpath, doesn't mean I'm gonna forget what you said once I calmed down."

"And you have experience in this area, do you?"

I opened my eyes to meet his, turning to him out of curiosity and while his tone was light and teasing I could tell from his expression he genuinely wanted to know my history there. "Does it matter?"

"I just want to know if there's another man out there that death comes for?"

"What if I told you it was a woman?" I teased, cackling when his eyes widened at my response. "Many women actually at one point, since you asked. I told you, I'm all about ultimate pleasures, they're all that's keeping me from going numb and truly dead. Much like Tony before he decided to stick to the one under his nose the entire time."

"What changed?"

"Everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Sorry, couldn't resist. Many things changed but long story short, things got complicated and I couldn't keep burying myself in boobs to stay alive when I wasn't really alive at all and that much closer to the grave. At the moment though, there is only you. Nothing compares to you. Is that why green is such a good color on you, because you're always jealous of something...or someone?"

He scoffed at my attempt to throw shade at him. "No other color does me justice aside from gold and while I am royalty, I'm not nearly that pretentious like my adoptive father wearing just gold."

I tried to imagine him in just gold attire and wrinkled my nose at the mental image. "Valid point there, I wouldn't fall for you in just that either, not that much of a golddigger."

"Though something tells me you have a soft spot for immortals of sorts."

I smirked and shrugged. "Something like that."

"You don't have what you midgardians call 'a crush' on Thor, do you?"

"I'm not overly fond of the facial fuzz among other things."

"What other immortals besides me then?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it."

Loki scowled at me. "Stop teasing me, woman."

"Nah, where's the fun in that?" I walked to the pond in the park and stepped into the water, not bothered by the coldness of it as my feet sunk into the earth more. So much death and decay underneath the life on the surface, the dead would always outnumber the living, it was such a waste without necromancers recycling the bodies. And we were fast becoming an endangered species which meant even more bodies left to rot away. And there were still so many souls with unfinished business that deserved to rest but couldn't till they got their last fight in. I shut my eyes, listening to them, watching them, offering them a chance when I could, they needed peace but to do that, they had to join another war. Strange how you needed the opposite of something to achieve something sometimes. "There's so many of you, take care who you choose to follow, I'd hate to have to send you back without getting what you need from them."

"Nell," Loki spoke softly with uncertainty.

"The dead," I responded. "This planet is full of them and I don't want them in the wrong hands."

"You worry about the dead like normal midgardians worry about the living, regardless of their current status you can't protect them all."

"And that's the side effects of being what I am, there's always a catch isnt there? Sure they no longer feel pain in their rotting meat suits but they're souls, beautiful burning souls that need peace at the end of the day."

"What happens to the soul in the wrong hands?"

"They're collected, contained and used as a weapon against others. I told you, souls are nuclear reactors, a dangerous power source that can be super destructive to others and itself."

"Is it difficult for others like yourself to get a hold on them?"

"Depends on how strong they are and how powerful their powers have become." I opened my eyes and turned around to face him, walking out of the water and placing a hand on his chest, for some reason I always got a bit excited feeling his heartbeat. I didn't take my eyes off his. "You have to be quick and careful, reaching in to grab something that could potentially kill you just by touching it. You're also a bit exposed yourself being in such close range to your prey and while simply holding it is the worst form of pain imaginable to the person you're grabbing, they usually survive simply being held so if you want the job done, you gotta rip it right out of them but that exposes its raw power as a soul. Not many necromancers can hold onto an exposed soul without side effects that may include their own death."

"Have you ever done it yourself?"

"Once or twice ages back, I won't be making a habit of it though."

"What were the side effects then?"

"Took too long disposing the damned thing and sorta kinda leveled the building we were in as well as nearly blowing myself up in the process. Worth it though, that was one bad egg I won't lose sleep over destroying without peace. May have lost a bit of myself in the process too."

"In what way?"

"You'll find out if I can get to the other bad eggs of necromancy before the Avengers do, easier to show you than tell you. I'll give you a hint though." I stepped back, dropping my hand from his chest to take his and put it on mine. "What do you feel?"

He was quiet for a second, his eyes not leaving mine. "There's no heartbeat, I knew that already. But there's something there, isn't there? You told me the magic keeps you moving, is it that?"

"It's more than magic. What is it you told me at one point? Someone that can survive something likely to kill most virtually unscathed is the definition of immortal. Very few necromancers can survive handling an exposed soul that's bursting but no one should be able to survive that plus a crumbling building and no escape routes and I did both."

He was quiet, almost mesmerized by what he was feeling beneath the undead flesh. "It's ancient. But it can't be-"

"Not an infinity stone," I assured him. "We have no need for those, we have our own stones of power to use how we please."

He stared deep into my eyes once he realized what I hinted at. "It's in there, isn't it?"

"It's part of me, yes. Fused to my soul so no one can rip it out of me, wasn't my idea initially, I opted for having it broken into shards and then have them implanted throughout my body but apparently I had no say in the matter."

"What about that necromancer you got to before? Where was his jewel?"

"The dagger, pretty common tactic for the lesser ones like him, keep the tools together like that. I absorbed it when I first picked it up, it's why it would've eaten away at you if you got to it first, only necromancers can handle their own tools."

"But they can't get yours?"

"Two highly destructive almost unlimited power sources fused together, no one on this planet could even touch it without instantly blowing themselves up, let alone ripping it out."

"If it wasn't your idea to do that, then whose was it?"

"Uh uh, spoilers."

He frowned and his hand moved from my chest to cup the side of my face. "Troublesome woman."

"You love it."

A smirk tugged at his lips as his tilted my head up and dipped his head to snag a kiss from me. "So what if I do?"

"Then someone went to Oz and got themselves a heart," I teased.

He pulled me against him and shut me up with a hotter, longer kiss. Away from the Avengers, away from Hydra and everything that was causing me a massive headache, and as close to nature and what I love as I was allowed while still under house arrest more or less. This was my tiny slice of paradise and peace before it would most likely all go to shit.

[trikxx]

Lookk so to mention this is not just any friends to lovers story my toxic side is screaming friends with benefits type beat so😉 there will be some heartbreaking and Shinsou talking to other girls and you talking to other boys❤️❗️this is also a poc reader sooo read if you want i dont own you🤷🏽‍♀️

Songs for this chapter ⬇️

• B***h dont kill my vibe by kendrick Lamar

• in control nba youngboy

⚠️❗️marijuana use in this chapter❗️⚠️

"Alright we have 569 orders to pack Toshi." You say to Shinsou "ok hold on." Shinsou said licking and blunt to finish rolling it. You grabbed a box of packages and put it in the living room the grabbing your computer to print out labels and receipts.

You light a candle and turn on some music (the song at the top) Shinsou puts the blunt to the side and starts labeling the packages and putting the orders together in this order costumers order, business card, thank you card, and receipt. You do final packaging and stamp for the mail marking each order off the list and putting it in the box of finished orders.

"Hey n/n wanna go get a tattoo tomorrow?"

"Sure but where?"

"You remember Sero and Denki from Highschool?"

"Yea."

"Well they opened a tattoo spot on 58th." Shinsou said "Bet we can go." You respond putting another order in the box.

*DING*

"Who is it?" You ask Shinsou cause he pick up you phone. "Armoni." "What did he say?" "He said can he come over?" Shinsou responded "Are you ok with him coming over?" You say "Yea." "Ok then tell him Its ok."

Armoni⛓💵: Is it ok if i come over?

Y/n🤍🌸| Yea. You spending the night and do you need a ride?

Y/n🤍🌸| Also do ma know?

Armoni⛓💵: yea she know and no dad dropping me off.

Armoni⛓💵: ouu i can spend the night bet. Yea if thats the case.

Y/n🤍🌸: i didn't-

Y/n🤍🌸: Aight.

You and Shinsou start back in the orders soon finishing them. "I'm tired as fuck." You say flopping down on the couch "Get untired sweetheart cause your brother is coming over and we have a blunt to smoke and food to order." Shinsou said while laying across your legs.

Y/n's pov

Shinsou lit the blunt and hit it a few times. I looked at him as he let the smoke move out his mouth softly blowing with his head back. "Like what you see?" Shinsou said looking at me with a cocky smirk thats when I noticed I was staring "shut up and pass the blunt." I say. Shinsou chuckled and gave me the blunt. I did the same thing as Shinsou but blew o's "stop trying to show out n/n." Shinsou said taking the blunt "boy ain't nobody 'showing out'." I say putting up quotation marks with your hands.

We pass the blunt back a forth a few more times until I got a notification from life 360 saying Armoni go to the apartment. Shinsou put out the blunt and put it with the spongebob rolling tray we had. I cracked the window and opened the balcony door a little bit and went in my room to put the orders away.

When I came out the room someone started knocking on the door kinda like the police (strong ass knock✋🏽💀) "Armoni Keith l/n how manys time do I have to tell you stop knocking on my fucking door like that." I say opening the door. " Dang Im sorry you aint gotta cuss at me n/n" Armoni said "Aye Shinsou where the hoes?"

I smack Armoni on the back if the head while walking past him to the living room "Ain't no hoes." I say coldly. "Yea Armoni ain't no hoes.... right now." Shinsou said smirking. "Nigga." I say with a straight face. "Im not finna do this with ya'll tonight." Shinsou and Armoni start laughing "ANYWHOO. Did you eat yet Armoni cause was finna order some food."

"Nah not yet." Armoni said. "What do ya'll want to eat?" I say walking into the kitchen with my phone to grab an water and then lean on the island.

"What about taco bell?"

"Armoni who the fuck."(sorry to the people who like taco bell) I say "ima have to agree with y/n Armoni. Who eats Taco bell?" "Uhh..obviously me." Armoni says.

"Awe naw you gotta go." I say "how about in and out? We can go out and get that." K said "im cool with that" Armoni says. "Ok." I say walking to my room. I got in to my room and pull out a pair of jogging pants and a oversized (fav anime) shirt and took off my bonnet and styled my faux locs

I grabbed my purse and house and car keys. "Yall ready?" I ask putting on my air force ones. "Been ready. We was waiting for you." Shinsou said.

Time skip

I start up my car using my remote start while we were walking to the car in the parking garage.

Everyone gets in the car. "LET ME PLAY THE MUSIC!" Armoni yells "STOP FUCKING YELLING." And it depends on what you finna play." I say turning around to look at Armoni. "Come on n/n let him play the music." Shinsou said looking at me tilting his head with puppy dog eyes. "I guess." I say rolling my eyes. "Just dont play no trash shit." I said looking at him through the rear view mirror. "Ok ok and i was going to say yall had to cause yall smoked with out me." He said making this face '😌' "boy.."

Play in control by nba youngboy

"shhhhhhhh" Shinsou said putting his finger up to your mouth and pointing to the steering wheel. "Food." I side eyed him and started backing out the parking spot and driving out the garage. Armoni start playing Nba youngboy. As much as I wanted to turn it off Shinsou wouldn't let me so we had to flow with it.

"Sk machine guns its two of us wit four nines!" Armoni rapped with the song (in control-nba young boy only song i can get down to🙌🏽 edit- i put the wrong song🙂 if you listen to yb just ignore that🧍🏽‍♀️) I turned down the radio. "What do yall want from here?" I asked they both said what they wanted and i went inside and ordered the food. As im waiting a guy comes up to me "Damn, what a fine girl like you doing out by yourself." He says "ahaha" I said sarcastically "getting food." I say still looking down at my phone. "You should me get your number." He says "you should let me get your name." I respond dodging the request. " My name is Shindo and you?" "Y/n" i say

"Order number (blah blah blah)!" The cashier says "welp thats me." I said not wanting to talk to him anymore. "Here you go ma'am." R/n says handing my bag "Thank you, have a good night" i say walking towards the door. "Hey! Uhh.. y/n you said it was!" I heard the guy from before right when I walked out the door "Hey" I said putting on a fake smile. "Can I get your number?" He asked "yea sure" I say pulling out my phone to put his number in.

Shinsou's pov

As me and Armoni are just chilling the car I see y/n coming out on in and out but she getting stopped by someone "who the fuck.." I say "what wron... oh shit" Armoni says. "You know who that is?" Armoni asks me. "Not at all." I tell him. Im not gonna lie i was jealous. But like fr who is that. I see y/n put her phone back the guy tried to hug her but she away "she dont want em" me and Armoni said at the same time and busted out laughing

"What are yall laughing at?" Y/n said opening the back door putting the food in the car. "You petty for doing that to that dude." Armoni said trying to stop laughing. "Awe well he was the on that didn't realize." Y/n said " But you still gave him your number though ." I said. "Yea Im finna block his number rn." Y/n said pulling her phone back out.

Y/n's pov

"Aye. Disconnect from my car now." I said to Armoni "whyyyy?" Armoni whined. " Disconnect or get out. Either way your still disconnecting just the second one your walking." I said smiling at him "ok ok"

I started playing my playlist.

~Time skip~

Shinsou's pov

We got back to the apartment and everybody got comfortable and we ate and watched movies Armoni went into his room and got in the bed around 3 am. Me and y/n were still in the living room. Y/n was laying on me and I was laying on the couch.

~30 minutes later~

"Hey y/n..." she fell asleep on me. 'How cute' I chuckled and just stayed there not wanting to wake her up to put her in her bed. I kept watching f/a that Y/n had put on after Armoni went to bed.

*DING*

Kami💀⚡️: Yoooo are yall coming through to the shop tmrw

Hitoshi☄️: yea why wouldn't we😃.

Kami💀⚡️: just asking cause you guys change up plans really quick if ya know what i mean😉

Hitoshi☄️: stfu. It was only once.

Kami💀⚡️: if you say soo Hitoshi😌

Hitoshi☄️: stop fucking texting me.

It was only once we only did it once. Me and Y/n were supposed to go to their shop the other day but thing between me and y/n go heated and we ended up in bed together but thats besides the point. "Yo Hitoshi your still woke?" Armoni said walking into the living room. "Just up to get som..."Armoni stopped and look at me then down. "Uhmmm..." Armoni went back to his room and got his phone.

"Moms is gonna love this." Armoni said taking a picture. "Why you take a.... fuck Armoni delete it now." I whisper yelled still trying not wake up y/n

"Why should I delete it? Why ya'll ain't tell nobody you guys were a 'thing'?" Armoni shot back. "Cause we're not. Bruh delete the pic and we stay safe. You know your sister is crazy and if she finds out thats the end of our lives." I say slightly sitting up causing y/n to move around a little bit. "Valid point I'll delete it on one case." I was over joyed til the last part.

"Let me drive the car tomorrow." Armoni said. I sighed knowing either way this might be my last week on earth. "Ok." "Anddd deleted thank you for your service." Armoni said taking his water and going back to his room.

I layed back down trying to comprehend what just happened.

*DING*

"What the fuckkkk." I say reaching over to y/n's phone.

*New message from (***)-***-****

(***)-***-****: Hey y/n this Shindo😉.

*read*

I looked at the phone for a little bit 'who is Shindo'

(***)-***-****: from In&out we met there just yesterday.

(***)-***-****: shit. My bad for blowing up your phone just realized how late it is. Text me back when you see this👋🏽.

'Wow' I think to myself bro really is blind. Would this be considered harassment. Maybe I'm tripping... im still high as fuck. Maybe I should go to sleep. I cut on another show to try and fall asleep on but I couldn't. I kept thinking what if she falls for him?

"Y/n." I say shaking her a little bit "come on" Motioning her to wrap her legs and arms around me so I can put her in her bed. "Can I sleep in here?" I ask "Bruh your room is down the hall go there." She said in a sleepy voice. "I dont feel like ittttt" i say.

Y/n slow turned over to face me. "I dont have the energy to argue with you." She said "I take that as a yes." I say getting into her bed.

I felt y/n snuggle under me trying to find warmth so I grabbed and held her close to me. "Goodnight." I say. No response so I start to let go "ok ok night." I heard y/n say. "Mhm thats what I thought." After a while I was able to fall asleep.

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This chapter took 5 ever to write but it was worth it I really hope you guys liked this chapter.

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[iamknicole]

Tha Block is Hot

Bloodline Family Series

When they were about 19/20, before Teddy

Whether her parents knew or not what Rich was actually doing was a mystery to Queenie but honestly she could careless, it wouldn't keep her away from him. She probably should've been at her dorm finishing her paper but she was with Rich, riding around with him while he made stops.

Rich slowly crept into a street in the bottom, passing by what looked to be a dilapidated house. He drove around the block to the back of the house and pulled his candy red Chevy Chevelle into the back port.

He put the car in park and sat back in the seat for a second, "Its gettin dark, ion want you to be scared so you can come in if you wanna ain't nobody gon bother you or you can stay in here. What gon do?"

Queenie looked at her boyfriend then out the windshield and bit her lip. "Ima go with you."

Rich cut the car off giving her a lazy smile. "You scared to stay out here?"

"Boy, ain't nobody scared. I just wanna see what you about to do," she answered taking her seatbelt off.

"Yeah, aight," he laughed, "Look in that glove box and pass me that in there."

As soon as she opened the glove box, the light came on showing her the one and only thing he kept in there. His gun. She hesitated for a second, she'd seen his guns but never touched them. He watched her with an amused smile on his face.

"Its not gon bite you, baby. Hand it here."

Carefully, she picked it up and passed it to her laughing boyfriend then pouted. He saw it but kept laughing as he got out the car. Standing, he tucked his gun then held out his hand to her to take then helped her out the car. For as long as he could remember, she never used the passenger door, she always climbed in and out on his side.

Once she was out, he had her walk in front of him until they got to the back porch. He did a special knock, the door opened a few seconds later. The young boy that opened the door spoke quickly to both of them as the couple walked through the kitchen of the house to the living room and then to one of the bedrooms. Rich closed and locked the door behind him.

"What's up, Slim?" He greeted the man with a quick hand slap.

Slim nodded, "Ain't shit. What's up, Queenpin?"

Queenie smiled and waved. Queenpin was something Rich always called her. She realized that Rich and all his friends had nicknames and wanted one so Rich gave her that one. Slim was the only one that ever called her that outside of her boyfriend.

"What you got for me?" Rich asked leaning against one of the dressers.

Slim went to the closet then passed Rich a black bookbag. "Had to go see about Angel earlier. It's taken care of though."

Queenie leaned quietly against Rich. She never interrupted when they spoke but she did listen. Rich and Slim knew it but they didn't care, they knew she wouldn't do anything with what she heard and she was helpful at times.

"Aight, we bout to slide." Rich told him once they were done catching up.

Slim nodded slapping hands with him again. "Yall bout to go out?"

"Nah," Rich chuckled standing straight up, "She got some work she aint finished yet."

Slim laughed.

"After all this time, you'd think she'd learn to get her work done. Know she can't go out if that shit ain't done.

Queenie rolled her eyes laughing, "Oh whatever. Eveeybody can't be like yall two and do work as soon as yall get it. I need to let it marinate before I do it."

Rich and Slim both shook their heads laughing, Rich leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

"And they gon let ya ass practice law?" Slim laughed.

"Same way they go let the two of yall write prescriptions," she countered playfully.

"Shit, we already doin that. We got experience," Rich laughed, "Qe out , man. Be safe. And take ya ass home too. They sweepin tonight."

Slim nodded and the couple left the house.

On the drive back home, Queenie sat in the middle of the front seat, her head on her boyfriend's chest. Rich had his right arm slung around her and drove with the left.

"Hungry?"

Queenie shrugged, "Kinda."

"Aight ima take you to ya dorm then ima go get ya food."

"No," she pouted, "I wanna go to your apartment."

Rich glanced down at her then back at the road. "Shouldve finished your homework then."

Rich made good on his promise. He took her home, got her food bringing it back to her and left her to do her homework. He promised to call when he got home and ignored her pleas to get her to stay in the phone while she worked.

[tiava143]

Baby Boy

Chapter II (Highkey long)

Chapter 1

“So what you tryna do while mommy’s at work pop?” Erik said looking over at his son.

“Can we go to the park and hoop with CJ and cousin Cameron please?” Sage said. He enjoyed being around his cousin CJ since he was close to his age. CJ was Cameron’s oldest son, they had their kids around the same time so they are always around each other.

“Lemme see where they at.” Erik said dialing Cam’s number.

Erik shook his head chuckling, thinking about his crazy ass cousin Cameron.They were known as the Demon Twins when were together.(Let Solana and Terry tell it) Cameron is the loud outgoing smooth talker, while Erik was seen but not heard as much. But don’t think for one second they would let something happen to one another. People know not to test Erik but anyone that tries Cameron better move out of the country. They went to juvie together, hit their licks together. Shit they even had their kids together. They were thick as thieves, since they were youngins if you seen one you seen the other. Even though they were cousins ,they were brothers to outsiders.

“If you aint talkin’ money, ion wanna talk its Big Cam the p, what it be?” Cameron yelled in the phone.

“Get yo’ dusty ass up nigga. Ima come scoop you and jr we finna’ hit the park.” Erik laughed as he turned onto his block.

“Fuck you nigga that aint what ya’ baby mama said when i was in ha’ chest last night.” Cameron laughed. “Nigga dont shot, playin’ with my best friend name.” Erik heard his girlfriend Terry say over the phone. “Im just playin’ ma. But ight fool, gimme 10.”

“Hurry yo lanky ass up, we burnin’ daylight.”  Erik said hanging up and pulling in front of his cousin’s house. Sage got out the car and ran to the door and CJ answered the door to let them in.

“What’s the deal lil cuzzo?” Erik said walking into the house dapping him then sat on the couch. Sage and CJ ran into his room  to play video games. Terry came out the room and hugged Erik.

“Hey E. Why you up so early ?” She said walking into the kitchen to start cooking breakfast.

“Wassup squirt, I had to drop yo’ crazy ass best friend off at work. You know she stay on my ass about everything.” He said chuckling.

“Well if you just did what the fuck we ask then we wouldn’t be sweatin’ you all the time. Y'all just don’t fuckin’ listen. Just like ya hard headed cousin.” Terry said rolling her eyes and mixing the pancake batter.

“TJ I do listen to her, everytime some shit happens at her job I’m the listening to her rant all fuckin’ night about it.” He said shrugging his shoulders.

“I’m not talking about just that one time E. I mean listen like understand the shit we say and take it into consideration, not just listen as the words go through one ear and out the fucking other. We wanna feel like were valued. Not just a damn object yall fuck on. You wanna degrade and manipulate bitches you better go get Becky with the good hair, because us black queens aint finna deal with it.Periodt.” She ranted while pouring the batter on the skillet.

“Aw shit you done got her ass started.Every time you come over here she starts” Cameron said walking into the living room holding his 9 month on daughter Chanel. He daps Erik and hands Chanel to him then walks in the kitchen. Erik rocks her to sleep then lays her in her crib.

“Don’t even try and front with E. You know damn well i’ll fuck you up myself. Try that shit if you want to.” Terry Said mean-mugging him. Cameron wrapped his arms around her waist and placed soft kisses on her cheek.

“And you know Big Daddy don’t play that shit so I dare you to try me.” He said lowly into her ear then sucks on her earlobe. Erik groans watching then stands up.

“Man c'mon you bullshittin’ she gon’ be here when you come back. Gremlins let’s go or you gon’ get left.” He said walking out the door. The boys ran out the door and hopped in the car.

“I’ll save y'all some food for when y'all get back I know you gon be all grumpy when E whoops ya ass at the court.” Terry said walking Cam out the door laughing. Erik started laughing then hugged Terry.

“That’s a damn shame even yo’ girl know ima whoop yo ass Cam.” He said walking to the car and gets in. Cameron mugged her as he walked towards the car shaking his head.“You disloyal heffa. You suppose to be my number one supporter.” Cam said getting in the car and rolling the window up. Terry laughed as she went back in the house. Erik proceeded to drive off.

“Nigga how you let ya girl punk you like that?” Erik said looking at the songs on his phone to play.

“Fuck you, she only do it around you and Lana. Yall be gettin’ her started on them fuckin’ "I’m independent, fuck all these niggas,i don’t need a nigga for shit” rants. Like fuck…she’ll never be quiet.“ Cam said scrolling on insta. Erik chuckled looking over at him."Remind you of somebody? You like a tape recorder. You just keep going on and on and on. It’s a reason why you still with her. Am i wrong ?” He said pulling into the parking lot of the park.

“Im telling mommy you’re talking about her again. Daddy remember what she said the last time.” CJ said from the backseat looking at his dad.

Erik looked back  at him and started laughing. “What she say CJ?”

“She said ‘Keep that saamee energy.’ ” He said rolling his neck how Terry does it. Erik was rolling when he got out the car and ran. Cameron stayed quiet the whole time as the whole conversation went on. He knew if he said something else his son would snitch on him. He glared at Erik as he walked towards the courts with the boys.

“You done nigga?” Cam said annoyed.

Erik whipped a tear from his eye and took a breath. “Yeah I’m done. I aint know she was doin’ my boy like thaaat.” Cameron shook his head and started bouncing the basketball.

“Look CJ if i can teach you one good thing in this world it’s when you’re around the fellas you keep what’s said to yourself. Don’t go reporting shit to ya mama and what not. That’s guy code man. Trust me.” Cameron said shooting the ball into the hoop.

“Yeah….no matter how scared ya daddy is of a girl that’s 5'2.” Erik said laughing and grabbing the ball and bouncing it to Sage. Cameron shook his head.

Solana’s Pov

I’m so sick of this job. Well not necessarily, it is my dream job to be a fashion designer. Some of my female co-workers here are so jealous, like don’t get mad at me for doing what Jordan wants. He asks and I deliver.Here we are in another meeting so he can tell us what’s to come with the next client.

“Alright everyone great job pulling through with last week’s client Jynesse. A special thanks to Solana, she delivered the most outstanding design for Jyneese and as a plus the outfit was on the cover of Essence magazine. Keep up the great work.” Jordan said clapping as well as everyone else except Amber. This bitch is a fucking hater i swear. Amber’s been working for Jordan for about 5 years and she was his top designer. Well until i showed up, not to toot my own horn but beep beep. I’ve been here for the past 2 years now and clients have grabbed my designs back to back and now she’s mad. Amber has tried so hard to sabotage my designs but it turns around and bites her in the ass every time. One time i had to convince Jordan not to fire her stank ass but she doesn’t know it. She tries so hard to be in my position it’s exhausting. Like bitch get a life. And she better not think for one second that i didn’t catch her dusty ass making googly eyes with Erik’s dumb ass. If she keeps disrespecting me i might have to show her why i got this AK-47 tatted on my leg.

“Now for this week’s project our client Mrs. Keyshia Ka’oir wants a piece for her birthday party coming up in a few weeks. It seems that her and her Husband want to be matching somehow. She wants a dress that’s extra as possible in her words.Oh, and she wants it to be red all over.Rough sketches are due tomorrow and all projects are due next Friday so get to it everyone, she will be here to hand pick which style she wants so it better be extravagant.Good luck.” Jordan said

“Greaaatt, more stress.” I said mumbling as i stand up and started walking towards my office. As i was walking through the door i see her looking at me up and down from her door. Yes our offices are across from each other. A great fucking coincidence right? I turned around and faced her leaning against my door frame.

“Do you have problem? You’ve been looking at me all day with a stank face so what is your issue?” I said glaring back at her as i looked at her up and down.

Amber starts to smirk shake her head at me. “Nope. All i know is you better be prepared to lose your spot on top because once Keyshia looks at my design its game over for you baby girl. So, have fun while you can.”

“Girl bye, nobody is worried about your tired ass, old ass, styles. Amber you’ve put out the same style the past five assignments we’ve had its old sis. You want to impress somebody, impress yourself by trying new fabric or you know better yet try a career because this apparently isn’t it for you.” I said rolling my eyes and closing my door. I can’t believe that bitch really tired me. Just wait till I get my sketch ready, I born to do this.

~At the park~

Erik and Cameron were playing one on one while Sage and CJ were playing on the other side of the court. The kids got tired of just playing basketball so they wanted to do their own thing. Erik was whooping Cameron’s ass just like Terry said too.

“Where the fuck was you at last night? I called your ass to hit the strip club bruh. All the birds was there.” Cam said wiping the sweat off his forehead with his shirt.

“Man I was handlin’ business last night.” Erik said shooting the ball from the free throw line.

“What bitch was it this time?” Cameron said shaking his head and leaning on his knees. Erik chuckled bouncing the ball in between his legs.

“How you know I was with a bitch?”

“One you chuckling like you holding something, Two you never handle business without me being there or drop your location. So which one was it? Britney? La’toya? or Malina?” He said stealing the ball from Erik and going for a layup.

“I been stopped fucking with La’toya crazy ass. Remember i told you i caught that bitch puttin’ my sperm in a syringe?”

Cameron started laughing. “Hell yeah I remember that shit, that bitch was in love witchu! ’Erik gon’ be my baby’s father!’ It took me and the homies to pry that bitch off your ass.”

“Man, after that shit I was like nah i’m good shorty. But Malina.” Erik said biting his lip thinking about this morning.

“I had to put that bitch out on the curb though. She wouldn’t get out my bed and I had to take Lana to work.I wasn’t about to let this bitch sleep in my room while i was gone. Then fuck around and come back all my drawers cleaned out.” He said getting in his guard stance in front of Cameron.

“Wait, wait,wait y'all fucked this morning? Like right before you took Lana to work.You had to let the bitch spend the night too? Cuz that’s fucked up.You a dog bruh.” Cameron said laughing and pulling up to make a shot. Erik blocked the shot and switches spots.

“Man I was too drunk to take her back to her crib, I had the Henny in my system when i hit her. I told her to meet me at the spot right? She hop out the uber with this short ass dress on Cam like if the bitch bent over you could see the pussy lips wink at you bruh. I was like damn so we kickin’ it ,choppin’ it up then next thing I know she riding me on the hood of the car in the parking lot of McDonald’s. This was at like 3 in the morning too, we was up the street from my crib so i said fuck it slide through. Woke up and got in the guts again then Lana called.Kicked that bitch to the curb literally.” He said laughing as he shot a three. Erik looked back on the other side of the court to make sure Sage was okay.

Cam stood there with his mouth wide open. “Damn that bitch a freak. In the parking lot?!? Of McDonald’s?!?! Shitttt you should’ve called a nigga. We could’ve tag teamed that hoe.”

“Nigga please, Terry crazy ass aint finna’ air the clip out on me because you wanted to fuck another bitch. TJ got eyes everywhere on you. Every bitch in Inglewood know you her nigga.They aint finna’ try her or Lana.” Erik said shaking his head and taking his shirt off.

“I swear her crazy ass got a tracking device on my dick. I go into the bathroom she all like ‘Where you takin’ my dick?’ I say I’m going’ to the store she say ‘That bitch bet not be at the store.’ Next thing i know i get to the store she there waitin’ for a nigga. ‘I was just makin sure you came to the same store you always do.’” Like damn I can’t go nowhere without her being there.” Cameron said shaking his head. Erik looked behind Cameron and seen Terry’s car parked in the lot with her looking out the window at them.

“Speak of the devil, she shall appear.” He said nodding his head in the direction. Cameron raised his eyebrow with  confused look on his face.

“Cuz what you talkin’ bout?” He said turning around. “Gotdamn it ! See the shit I mean she crazy.I been gave yo crazy ass my location Terry!”Cameron said walking towards her car. Erik laughed shaking his head at them.

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[guillotinedream]

NOT to be controversial or anything but some of y’all should really just take a second to evaluate yourselves and do some deep thinking. Some of you are really juvenile and it shows.

It would do the fandom a HUGE favor if you could just, not. Not be so immature. Yeah. Literally nobody wants to deal with this drama, but some of you thrive off of it and you can tell. If y’all behaved and stopped acting like two year olds this fandom would be more fun to be in.

Ive had friends literally leave the fandom alltogether because they cant stand dealing with the drama.

I know people who have literally wanted to harm themselves because some people decided to claw their way from the depths of the sewer they were concieved in and send the most awful anon hate. They were too cowardly to say that shit to their faces because the filth they were spewing was so disgusting.

And honestly some others of you just need to relax. Not everyone who disagrees with you needs to be covered in pitch, feathered, and thrown off the grand canyon or crucified. It really aint that deep y’all need to chill. Go see a therapist or take anger management classes or something because some of your behavior is teally toxic. Its not okay or healthy behavior to anonymously attack someone over differing opinions, dislike of blog content, or weeks old drama.

It doesnt take a genius to be able to talk things out. If you have beef with someone, talk it out. Be mature and see if you can come to a conclusion. If you cant end up figuring anything out, just block them and ignore their existence alltogether. The block button is right there. Use it, and dont talk shit afterwards. Move on from unsavory experiences instead of brooding on them for an unhealthily long time. (Ive seen this happen multiple times actually)

And honestly? It costs you 0 dollars to behave and stop harassing people. Unless the person has done unforgivable shit, linking their user to send your followers after them is not okay. “but miss skeleton!!” I hear you cry. “We didnt KNOW linking their user would send my followers to attack that person! I didnt ask them to so im not at fault!” Shut up. Yes you are. You knew what you were doing. If you link anyone’s name over personal beef you have with them and make a public post about PERSONAL BEEF. You are sending your audience to attack them and its really unnecessary and cruel.

Please talk things out like that over DMS or shit. Dont put personal beef in the public. I think some of you forget that your followers are real life people and that your posts arent going to have any influence on other people because its the internet. Take a moment to remember that this is real life. Even if you cant see their face you are still speaking to or about a human being. Its really immature to act otherwise.

Im not gonna lie. The stress y’all put yourselves and others through over this is really mindblowing and should frankly just stop. Relax and grow up. The stress of this fandom is going to give me a fucking stroke.

SPEAK TO PEOPLE IF YOU HAVE AN ISSUE. IF NOTHING CAN BE RESOLVED, BLOCK THEM. THERE IS NO USE BEATING A DEAD HORSE. FORGET ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. MOVE ON WITH YOUR LIVES.

Im not even an rdr blog. Im not a fandom blog at all. Im just some chick who wanted a place to have fun, talk about my favorite characters, and enjoy content. I dont think thats asking for much right? Now dont get me wrong, some of you are amazing and i absolutely love your blogs. A lot of people who are in the fandom are nice. But that doesnt excuse the incredibly toxic behavior ive witnessed. Something has to be said by SOMEONE, because i havent seen jack shit so far and this shit happens a lot.

If you still dont get my point.

It aint that deep

Anyways. TLDR; Dont harass people over anon. Dont harass people in general. Dont be a dick, these are real human beings you are dealing with. We all want to have a good time, so be mature and lets have a good time.

edit: sorry for formatting. Tumblr is dumb and refuses to allow anything that makes it easier to read.

[tsunderebird]

uh i’m just gonna like write some stuff out i’m feeling def tmi

tired of cooking

tired of cleaning

tired of feeling so tired in the evening

tired of the tireless life that i’m leading

tired of only feeling good when i’m sleeping

tired of peace but i’m tired of aggression

tired of nobody teaching motherfuckers a lesson

everytime i’m back in the same old same old

lost all of my drive and my inner fire stays cold

not a lot of good even when i give my best 

just a zero dollar payout on a thousand dollar bet

i’m not a fucking maid learn to clean up your own mess

you don’t get to treat my ass with disrespect

i am not your mother and i certainly don’t wanna be

it is not my job to slave away to this economy

i am not the answer to your ego masturbation nor should i allow you to take a shredder to my patience

what i wanna know is why you think that it’s fly to make other people slave away until they die

working whole lives and losing time back for money

cash don’t put sand back in the hourglass honey

catch me out in the forest busting logs with the skull visual

got my nazi stompers on pretend i’m strong enough to hit a dude

people spitting venom blocked by off brand beats

even on your skin though that shit gets into your meat

huffing second hand juul fuel from the fash hash vapers

i’m trying to elope alone not relate to old cis haters

cut the puppet strings and nasty things from which the earth hangs

turn the scissors around and clip them cleopatra terf bangs

snapped like the nose off a sandstone sphinx

trapped in my robe by a twenty three year jinx

when invaders mark your family tree and culturally devoid of anything

the sappy shit sticks when the heritage is hemmoraging

i don’t pretend to fit what maslow told me but i know i’d settle for a friend just to hold me

no i don’t think that it’s the cure to being lonely but it’s a damn sight better than the liberal baloney

another season gone i just add it to the pile i got minute sticks of kindling stacked by hours up a mile

matchstick “thwick” make a spark and watch the sparks fly

burning all your bridges ain’t a way to light the dark by

i got fifteen friends three of which are maybe paladins

the rest pass just clean enough for me to eat my salad with

i’m reinventing reinvention the wheel has been bespoke

yeti never rolling up except a blunt for him to smoke

what?

am i supposed to care

spent three years just to grow my hair

a split end dam to keep the rain and all the ghosts out

double dipping simple fixes when the problem is the host now

mask like a lock jawed fiend, smile real shiny but my teeth aint clean

depression’s a hell of a drug and anxiety’s a machine

stuck to the front of the bus while it careens

no i can’t tokyo drift

i barely slide by let alone to DMs

besides the jokes i might top

i got the drive to get by but my car’s in the shop

black paint scratch got the head lights busted

did i deserve this well fate says i must have

five months of punishment for five minutes of fun, now the black eyed peas didn’t pay my bills anyhow

sorry fergie

so what

things are worse and better batter up to bash the backwards anything

what’s a matter birdy find a marathon that aint worth finishing 

run anyway

the machine isn’t evil isn’t good it’s indifferent, too big to see the little ants are people isnt it

god’s whole job’s to crunch numbers

most of my hope is with my brother

what to do but find another

found fam holds fast but lasts like lost lovers

found what i felt may be fleeting

found once that feeling may be leaving

changes aren’t always but change is

how does a bird approach love when a wing to the sky doesn’t seem like it’s enough

brush up with the clouds when i catch a fresh zephyr

fall out of my self all depending on the weather

mother magic might just love me maybe my fault for playing the fast talker

passive case, under foot, not a leader but a stalker

peter piper picked a nonaggressive lonely voyeur

twisted arms and made her second hand to her employers

bow down now with your nose to the pavement

wonder every evening where the wonder and the days went

no i’m not an innovator no i’m not a rebel

i’m not a model citizen even if i’m not the devil

but i advocate a braver face and a stiff upper lip

smile too keen to ever clean off the shit

suck it up or stuff it lest your loss be for the brown nose

looking further for my feelings lost my nerve but i found those

i got crows on both shoulders, looking out while they’re looking older

never got the hang of things a sixth sense or a second guessing

at least i got a couple pals i truly count as blessings

like two face blind spirits in a gator skin trench coat

skinwalker’s worst nightmare and a magician’s best friend yo

pastel patchwork like a pink string puppet

dance around my heartstrings like she dances round a subject

read cards like a catalogue, pick a pair to ask reality

just assertive enough not to trust not enough to have a personality

bear emotional pollution like a literal cross

shoulder pain panging but my brain is at a loss

i’m under sand under water under the boat under the weather

no sight of the horizon i’ll tell you if it gets better

(that’s a red flag)

down with the kelp and fishes, slam dunk sump and i swish and spit it

don’t know if i’ll ever surface up just to sip the bilgewater

don’t know if i’ll ever get to be another person’s good daughter

but why bother to please the poison when they’re just another box for you to put your toys in

callous cavalry collides the second son’s a second coming thriving off the putrid plumes that sent the first one running

oh but she’s back. cruise ship shit and a panic attack. no she don’t work no she don’t pay bills but titty skittle kid here still pops the pills

lost any sense of true relaxation when a white twenty something needs a vacay from her vacation 

vampire pale from a five month sick day 

yes i’m feeling drained no i won’t be picking new prey

nitrous in the pressure cooker, black sludge in the stew pot

emotions somewhere in my stomach man she isn’t looking too hot

featherweight fighter fitness fits her the least

winging went poorly what she needs is teeth

[mollyshaj]

21.

Nicole

 “Why are you still ignoring that man?” Ebony said then laughed while we talked on Facetime. She was on set for a photo shoot and getting her hair done so she called me to cure some of her boredom. “Took the job at his hotel but not giving him any type of attention?”

“You damn skippy; if he’s not telling me why I didn’t know about that shit we don’t have anything to talk about. All of that has nothing to do with business though, fuck it.” I shrugged my shoulders.

I took Rashad’s offer on working at his hotel as a financial director and it’s a good job; I gave him a genuine thank you then went about my business. I don’t have anything else for him at the moment.

I don’t like being caught off guard and the shit that happened at his mother’s house wasn’t sitting well with me. It wasn’t his fault that big head bitch was there but the fact that he told me about all of his relationships besides that one pisses me off. This nigga was ready to marry somebody at one point, that’s important for me to know.

“You’re a stubborn ass somebody but I get it. He should’ve told you about that shit.”

“Exactly my point, he doesn’t get that shit though.”

“What are you doing anyway? Shouldn’t you be at work instead of talking to me?”

“Lunch break,” I moved the camera to my turkey avocado panini I got from the restaurant in the hotel. “The food is bomb as shit too; I swear I thought avocado was going to be nasty. It’s good as shit, i still don't get why white people put it on everything but whatever.”

Ebony started laughing. “What does the hotel look like? I’ve been to the one in AC, that shit is nice as hell.”

“This one is nice too, it’s really upscale.”

When Rashad first told me he owned a bunch of hotels I thought he was talking about some Holiday Inns or some shit. I was wrong on so many levels; this man owns six luxury hotels.

There are two in New Jersey, two in New York and two in Pennsylvania. His next move was to open one in Atlanta, Georgia and another one in Miami. He’s really about his business and working here has boosted my respect for him as far as him being a business man. I don’t like him right now so I’m not telling him that shit.

“Okay his big ass is about his business.”

“Yeah I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“So petty, it’s been two weeks Nicole.”

“So? He still hasn’t given me an explanation so fuck it and fuck Rashad.”

“Fuck you too,” his voice coming out of nowhere made me jump in my seat.

“You scared the shit outta me, stop creeping up on people.”

“You in my office, fuck you talking about.” He shot back.

“Nicole for real?” Ebony busted out laughing. “How you talking shit about him and avoiding his ass in his office? Yo I can’t, I’m hanging up I’ll hit you when I leave this shit.”

“Alright,” I ended the face time then looked up at him. “Thank you for interrupting my conversation.”

“So you can talk shit about me to your friends but you won’t talk to me about what happened?”

“All I wanna is why you never said anything, when you tell me the reason we’re good. You choose what the fuck is going to happen because it was your fuck up that got us here.”

“I wouldn’t call it a fuck up.”

“Nah bruh you definitely fucked up. Are you going to tell me why you didn’t tell me about the bitch or not?”

“What the fuck do you wanna know Nicole?”

“Why you didn’t tell me about the bitch and why didn’t y’all get married? You proposed and never made it down the aisle why?”

“I didn’t tell you about her because I hate the bitch. I don’t like thinking about her ass and giving her that ring was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. We broke up because she left me for her punk ass broke ass ex. When she left she left with all the shit I bought her and she took $50,000 from my safe.”

“Why does your mother like her if all that happened?”

“My mother doesn’t know what happened, neither does my sisters. All I told them was we broke up, nothing else was their business. I don’t like getting in detail with them about my personal shit.”

“That’s understandable but you should’ve let me know that shit.”

“I never thought it would come up, I never expected to see her ass in my sister’s house. As far as I’m concerned the bitch died three years ago when she did that bullshit.”

“Do you still have feelings for her?” I asked and watched his face carefully. I wanted to see if there was any physically indication that the mention of her would make him nervous or something.

“Man fuck no, I can’t stand that grimy bitch. I don’t forgive and forget; I remember everything and handle you accordingly. I wouldn’t spit on that ho if her body was on fire, fuck her.”

“Alright I believe you, thank you for telling me.”

“Are you done with this attitude shit now?”

“Kind of, but I have another question. What the fuck is your mother’s problem?”

“What?” He looked at me confused.

“Oh yeah you weren’t paying attention to her facial expressions. Your mother doesn’t like me.”

“We were there for what? Five minutes?”

“Yeah and she gave me a couple of stink ass facial expressions. You don’t have to believe me if you don’t want to but I’m telling you now she aint fuckin’ with me like that.”

“I’ll handle my mother alright; you don’t have to worry about it.”

“I’m not worried at all, she aint my mama. Any drama with that is going to be on you so I’m good.”

“Aight man,” he shook his head chuckling. “Do you like it here so far?”

“Yeah it’s cool. I’m wondering if you told people who I was because they act real hush hush when I come around.” Most of the employees I’ve encountered so far are weird with me a little bit. I don’t know if it’s because I’m new or if it’s because they know I’m in a relationship with Rashad.

“Nobody has been saying some bullshit right?”

“You know I don’t even tolerate that so no. They’re just weird as shit, it’s cool though. I guess it’ll take them some time to get to know me. You haven’t told anybody we’re together right?”

“Nah nobody in here knows,”

“Good, I told you no special treatment.”

“Well so far you’ve been doing a good job. I knew you could handle it but you sure it’s not too much?”

“Nah, being responsible for the finances of a luxury hotel and the paychecks of over 300 people is light work.” I smirked at him and he chuckled. “It’s an adjustment but I’ll get the hang of it. We have to talk about that office though.”

“What about it?”

“Bro that shit is like a damn broom closet, no wonder the last nigga quit. He probably couldn’t breathe in that muthafucka.”

“So you want a bigger office? What happened to no special treatment?”

“That’s not special treatment that’s just common courtesy. The room is small as hell for no reason. I’m not trying to pull the girlfriend card but fuck it; I need more space than that. Why do you think I’m in here?”

Rashad’s office is the size of a suite but he has the nerve to put the person that’s in charge of his money in a coat closet. That’s just disrespectful.

“Alright I’ll work on getting you a bigger office, and you can work in here until that’s done on one condition.”

“Oh God; what?”

“Move in with me,”

“Rashad I just started liking you again and you want me to move in with you?”

“Would you rather go back in forth to Jersey every day?”

“You say that like your house is close, you live damn near an hour away from the city.”

“That aint the point,”

“It is the point.” I laughed. “I need to think about that alright, moving in together is a big ass step and I don’t want us taking it too early.”

“I don’t think it’s that early but I know how you are about the shit so I’ll give you your space. You’re coming home with me tonight though.”

“Whatever Rashad,” I laughed waving him off.

Kaylin

“All of these stuffed animals are not going to fit in the car.” Ebony told me as we walked over to my car.

“We’ll stuff them in the trunk.” I responded. “Y’all had fun?” I asked Jayden, Tristan’s son Damien and Mariah’s daughter Tiffany.

School was about to start back up and Ebony wanted to take Jayden somewhere before he started 6th grade.

He said he wanted to come to Hershey Park so I called Tristan up telling him to let me take Damien since he and Jayden are the same age. Ebony asked Mariah if Tiffany could come so she came along too.

We spent the whole day riding roller coasters and eating hella junk food. For the most part there were no problems but Damien tried it a lot. He’s a smart good but the mouth he has on him is reckless. I had to yoke his ass up a few times.

It’s not really shocking, Tristan is as blunt as they come and Sade is a push over; of course that little nigga would be disrespectful. He doesn’t pull that shit with his dad though, Tristan will fuck his ass up.

“I did, thank you for getting this for me.” Tiffany said, holding up the big blue teddy bear I won for her.

“You’re welcome little mama.” we got to the car and I got the kids inside. Before Ebony could go around to her side I grabbed her waist sneaking a kiss in. These kids were cock blocking all damn day.

“Have I told you, you look good as shit today?”

“I don’t any other day?” she asked with a chuckle.

“I’m not saying that. What I mean is you got on these little ass shorts and I couldn��t grip this ass in the presence of children.” pulling her close to me I gripped two handfuls of her ass causing a squeal to leave her lips.

“Those same children are in the car Kaylin.”

“They ain’t thinking about us. You had fun today?” I asked with my lips against her neck.

“Yes I did; thank you for coming with me and paying for it. You know I could’ve put in for some of this right?”

“I do but I told you I got it. Don’t worry about it; you wanna thank me do that shit tonight.”

“Nasty,” she kissed me on the lips before pushing me away playfully.

“You like that shit though.” I slapped her ass then went around opening her door for her. Once she was inside I got in and pulled off soon after.

We dropped Damien and Tiffany off before going back to Ebony’s house. While she got Jayden ready for bed, I was in her bathroom taking a shower.

“Did you use all the hot water?” Ebony asked after I came put the bathroom in just a towel.

“Nah, you’re good to go.”

“Okay. Don’t go messing around in my closet. I put your stuff in the top two dresser drawers.”

“You washed my shit and put it away? Thanks ma.” I kissed her cheek.

“No need to thank me. You’re always leaving shit over here; I might as well wash them. You know, your friends child is bad as shit right?”

“Damien?” I chuckled. “He doesn’t act like that when his pops is around. I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with him today.”

“He needs his ass whipped.”

“That’ll happen because I’m telling Tristan what the fuck he was doing. You lucky Jayden doesn’t act up like that.”

“Jayden knows better.”

“I can see that. Well since we took them out today tomorrow night is going to be about me and you.”

“Me and you?”

“Yeah, if you’re going to act weird about it I’ll call your mom and ask her to baby sit. If not my mother would.”

“I can’t ask your mother to baby sit my son.”

“Yes you can, it’s not like she hasn’t met him before. Plus my mom loves kids, Jayden will have fun. I can ask her, she won’t mind.”

“Fine, tell her I’ll pay her for it and everything.”

“No you’re not. Don’t worry about it, let me handle everything.”

“Alright, I’ll let you handle it.” She went into the bathroom while I threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt.  Just as I was getting comfortable on Ebony’s bed there was a knock on her door.

“That’s you Jay?” I asked, loud enough for him to hear through the door.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Come in man,” the door opened and he came walking in. “Your mother is in the shower,”

“Okay. I came in here to for you anyway.”

“Aight what’s up,” I sat up giving him my full attention.

“Thank you,”

“For what?”

“Everything you did today, and for making my mom happy. She hasn’t been this happy in a long time.”

“You’re welcome Jay, you and your mother is making me just as happy though so don’t sweat it aight.”

He nodded. “Are you gonna marry my mom one day?”

“I don’t know yet, but the way it’s looking I just might. Why? You wouldn’t be okay with that?”

“No I would, I think you nice and all that. I think you should, she likes you and if she does start to love you, you’re a good choice.”

“Am I?”’

“Yeah, like I said you’re nice to her and me. She’s always smiling when you’re around and when you’re not around she smiles whenever she’s talking about you. Which is a lot, I hear and auntie Nicki on the phone, they talk about Shad too.”

“That’s what females do Jay,” we both laughed.

“Seriously though, from man to man I think you’re a good guy.”

“Man to man huh?” I chuckled.

“I am a man, a young one but I’m getting there.”

“You’re right, I respect it. So you think I’m the right man for your mom huh?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m not saying you perfect but you’re good enough. You have a job, that’s always a good thing. You aint broke,” Jayden said and I laughed again. “Just don’t hurt my mom, she doesn’t deserve that and I really don’t wanna have to hate you.”

“I promise you I’m never going to do anything to hurt your mother. I care about her and I know the both of you have been through enough. I’m not here to cause any more problems so you don’t have to worry about your mom okay?”

“I hear you.” He nodded. “Well I’m going back in my room before she comes out, good night Kay.”

“Good night,” I held my fist out for a pound and he gave me one before running out the room.

***

“Are you sure you don’t mind keeping him? I can take him to my mom’s.” Ebony asked my mother when we were getting ready to leave. We were at my mom’s house dropping of Jayden and Ebony was acting as if he would be some type of burden. She’s not understanding my mother love kids, so watching Jayden is a treat for her.  H

“Ebony he is fine right here with me. We’re going to watch movies, snack on some pizza and I’m even going to kick his little ass in some 2K.” My mother told her.

“I’m pretty good; it’s going to be easy beating me.” Jayden smiled up at my mom.

“I’m pretty good too and I know I’m going to beat you. I’ll let you believe you have a chance for right now.” She said back.

“Y’all have fun. We’re about to go.” I said, getting her attention again.

“Okay. Have fun. What are y’all going to do?”

“Going out to the city to catch a movie and get something to eat. Nothing too heavy,”

“Jayden be good okay?” Ebony said to him and he nodded before running towards the kitchen. “Thank you for watching him, call me if he does anything.”

“Girl I got this, go ahead and have a good time. You look too cute to be worried about him, go out and spend my son’s money please.”

“Really mama?” I laughed at her.

“Yes, I’m dead serious.”

“She’s right about you looking good though,” I pinched Ebony on the ass then laughed when she hit me. “You know you like that shit. Aight ma, we’re out.” I kissed my mother’s cheek then Ebony and I left.

After going to the movies to see Sparkle at Ebony’s request we went right next door to BBQ’s to eat. I really didn’t want to go there but Ebony was dead set on having their Texas sized drinks.

As we were leaving the restaurant my name being called made the both of us turn around. When I saw Brandi walking over to me with a smile on her face I sucked my teeth.

“Look who we have here, aren’t you two so cute.” Brandi said with a smirk. “It’s funny, you’re here with her but you haven’t spoken to your daughter in how long? You kick me out then you just drop all contact with your child? I never expected this from you Kaylin.”

“I dropped contact because she isn’t my child.” This wasn’t the time or place to have this discussion about Angelic but she wanted to bring her up so here we go.

“Excuse you? She’s not your child? Nigga you can’t be serious,”

“Nah I’m dead serious, I had a test done and she’s not mine.” When I dropped that little bomb her eyes got big as quarters.

“What do you me-mean you had a test done.” Brandi stammered.

“Don’t stutter now, you were just running that mouth with no problem a minute ago.” Ebony said and I gripped her hand, letting her know to relax. I had this under control; I don’t need my girl out here boxing this bitch.

“Angelic isn’t mine, and for some reason I get the feeling you knew about it all along.”

“Kaylin I-“ She started to give some weak ass explanation when a nigga calling for her cut her off. Looking up I got super confused when I saw Ebony’s ex walking up. When he grabbed Brandi around her waist then kissed her cheek I looked over at Ebony who looked shocked out of her mind.

“Oh shit, so the gangs all here,” This nigga laughed. “So we done switched baby mamas now huh? Maybe you can convince this bitch to let me see my son.”

“Watch your mouth,” I told him, trying to stay as calm as possible. Looking over at Brandi who still looked stuck over the news I gave her. “So this is what you on? Do you know what you’re doing?” I don’t care about Brandi but I’m assuming she has no idea who this nigga really is.

“Don’t worry about what she’s on my nigga, I got her. Worry about your own bi-“ Before the ‘itch’ could even leave his mouth I crashed my fist into his jaw dropping him instantly.

“I told you to watch your muthafuckin’ mouth nigga!” I shouted at him as Ebony moved in front of me so we were facing each other.

Grabbing my face she looked me straight in my eyes. “I have no problem with you knocking his fuckin’ head off but this is not the place. Calm down.”

I nodded looking at Brandi help the stupid muthafucka off the floor. “Really Kaylin? You didn’t have to hit him! I’m moving on and you’re mad about it?” Brandi snapped at me.

“The fuck?” Ebony looked her way. “Girl you must be delusional, nobody is fighting over your stupid ass. Nobody gives a fuck about you being with that pussy!”

“Bitch bye, nobody was talking to you. You’re just mad he doesn’t want you anymore, stank bitch.”

“He doesn’t want me?” Ebony laughed. “Great, tell him to leave me the fuck alone then. Go ahead and act like you have a prize with that nigga if you want to. You don’t even know you’re in the presence of a fuckin’ demon. Kaylin let’s go.”

Before we walked off completely Ebony turned back around. “Word of advice, don’t have him around your child. Ask his sick ass why I’m 27 and he’s 34 with a ten year old child.” I grabbed her hand and walked up the street to my car.

Once we were inside and I pulled off Ebony looked over at me. “I know Angelic is not your child and I don’t know how you’re going to handle the situation with her but you might want to make sure she’s good and not around him. He’s a fuckin’ pervert Kaylin, and he’s evil. It’s no telling what he’ll do to that little girl.”

“I hear you, I’ll handle it.”

[baelllamyblake]

Ask Nicely. ( Billy Hargrove x Reader )

Request : Can I request a billy Hargrove x reader fix where reader is the new kid and has a photographic memory and like everyone thinks that reader is a slacker because nobody ever sees her studying but when the test scores come back Billy’s just like “wtf how did you get a perfect score when you literally do nothing” lol thanks love ya

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x fem reader

Word Count : 1,709

Warnings : none except for curse words and writers block writing ugh

A/N : okay so an anon asked me when i will write the billy fic they requests and i am PRAYING to that this is the one they asked for. if it’s not, please let me know !! also, if yall out there have photographic memory and this aint anything like it, i am so sorry i did like no research at all. also keep requesting !! this one was really fun to write !! 

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO PLS FCK ME UP WID IT<3

“ Hey, why aren’t you studying? “ An unfamiliar voice piped up from besides you, your eyes shifted from the tall trees outside to the sudden blue eyes that belonged to your deskmate. People say that the eyes are the window to soul but these were locked tight. His earring swung slight from side to side, its silvery sheen reflecting the light off whenever it hit that perfect angle. His brown and weathered leather jacket contrasted wonderfully with his maroon shirt on underneath. You had never seen someone so hardened and intimidating in your life but you would never be able to wipe Billy’s face from your memory.

In fact, you could remember every word, feature, and image that you’ve come in contact with. Your brain just didn’t let you forget, it absolutely refused too! Your psychologist called it “ photographic memory “ after the countless MRIs and the many short stories she had you recite back to her. It got to be a hefty burden when you developed a love for books and reading them for fun was nearly impossible. It became downright tortuous when you accidentally walked in on your parents having sex one day.

However, you fully reaped the benefits your photographic memory had to offer. You managed to breeze through middle school by getting your friends to distract the teacher and you memorizing his or hers answer key before every major test. If only you hadn’t moved across the country, you could’ve still been living it up with your closest friends in California. Now, you’re the new kid in a Podunk town with a RadioShack as the most advanced part of the main street. Other than that, it’s nothing more than a miniscule dot on a giant road map.

“ Why do you care? “ You spat out, your eyebrows knitting together in response to Billy’s dumb question. Before he could retaliate with a disdainful insult, the bell rung sonorously around the classroom. You never actually gave him a reason as to why you slacked off and it already began to eat away at Billy. You disappeared like a ghostly apparition with the rush of kids bustling out the doorway. He groaned out defeated, Billy wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.

“ How in the fuck are you passing, Y/N? You’re a fucking lazy shitbird. “ Billy snapped, his eyebrows furrowed in repressed anger. His eyes were glued to the A+ written in red ink at the too of your test. You got a brief glance at his paper before he folded it out of sight in shameful embarrassment. A C- was marked in the corner, you could see the outline of the letter bleeding through the back of the page.

“ I’m not sure but if you asked nicely, I’ll consider telling you my secret and maybe even help you out. How about we talk about it over milkshakes or something? “ You teased the wavy-haired boy, a flirty wink following suit. It was highly unlikely Billy was going to accept your offer. His pride was far too large for him to swallow in one gulp.

“ Forget about it, Y/N. I am not asking you for help. “ Billy seethed quietly, his strong arms crossed firmly over his chest. You stuck your lip out in a childish pout, pretending to be offended by his remark. Your cute puppy dog eyes weirdly struck a chord in Billy, the corner of his eyes crinkled in disgust as he tried to cooly play it off.

“ Suit youself, Billy. Have fun getting C’s the rest of the year. “ You taunted him with the idea of getting better grades. His dad would finally get off his ass about the C’s and D’s dotted on his report cards. Billy leaned back in his chair without replying, his arms still crossed and his eye stuck at the front of the room. You let out a breathy chuckle at how boyish he was acting, how unusual of him. “ I’ll let you think about it. See ya around. “

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You sat at a cafeteria table away from the crowds, chattering with your closest friends about the all the newest music coming out. Billy eyed you warily from afar, he desperately needed the help and Billy just couldn’t humble himself to walk up to you. The nervousness growing in his chest made him angry, this has never happened with a girl. There’s no fucking way that he actually liked you, you were a lowlife slacker with no initiative.

Yet, you were a slacker with a class rank of 6.

“ Ah, fuck it. “ Billy grumbled lowly, his stomach doing a backflip with every step he took towards you. Billy never took the time to examine all your features in class, he was too busy constantly rolling his eyes at your teasing. You were laughing A warmth nipped at the back of Billy’s neck, you caught his eye from across the way and waved happily with a gorgeous smile of your face.

“ Hey King, what’re you doing so far away from your pack of wolves? “ You articulated, your eyes wandered to the rest of his group. They were watching Billy’s every move with intent, probably wonddering if he was asking you out. Your attention shifted back to Billy, his hand was rubbing the back of his neck while his boot tried to grind its way into the white tile below.

“ I can’t believe I’m asking you this but will you please study with me? I’ll take you out or some frilly shit like that. “ Billy sighed, his heart drowned out the surrounding noise like a loud drum beating in his ears. The fear of you literally being able to see his heart bouncing around in his ribcage only accelerated his heartrate. “ Please, I’m desperate, Y/N. “

It almost amused you to see how jittery Billy was to leave, is that sadistic? You hoped not. He was growing more and more uncomfortable with every second Billy stood in front of you and your friends. All eyes were either on you or on Billy, lungs were waiting in bated breath for your response.

“ I’d thought you’d never ask. Where do you want me to meet you? “ You commented smugly, your eyes playfully slitting at Billy.

“ Whatever. Just meet me at my car. “ Billy huffed out, sweet relief flooding his mind and body as he sauntered off. Your eyes trailed down his back and stopped at his ass that was practically sculpted by the Greek Gods. He ran a through his hair in sheer stress before being hounded with questions by his friends. Your friends squealed in delight, immediately asking for your intentions with him.

“ A bitch just might make a move. “

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“ Okay, Y/N, I think it’s time you tell me your stupid secret or else I’ll make you regret it. “ Billy spoke his empty threat with that signature smirk on his face. You sipped on your chocolate milkshake with a grin, Billy’s homework in your free hand.

“ Oo, I’m so scared, Billy! “ You exhorted, setting down the glass and sarcastically waving your hand in the air. Your brain soaked up his math work, a lot of it was wrong. No wonder he was doing so badly in Mr. Michael’s class. “ If you really want to know so badly, go get me a menu. “

“ Why? I already bought you lunch. “ Billy questioned dubiously, his eyebrows raising in confusion. You shifted your attention from the paper to Billy. God, he’s so fucking cute, why can’t he stop that?

“ Just do it, okay? I swear there’s a method to my madness. “ You digressed, your hand waving to shoo Billy away. He let out a loud groan before forcing himself out of the booth and retrieving the 50’s themed menu. Billy handed you the menu and plopped down on the bench seat, his suspiciouns were growing periodically. Just what were you doing?

“ Okay, I’m done looking at it! “ You chimed happily as you shut the menu within seconds after reading it over. You slid it in front of Billy, your eyes glued to his. “ Ask me what’s on the menu and you shall receive, Billy. “

“ I just got it like thirty seconds ago, Y/N. Don’t tell me you memorized all of it? That’s humanly impossible. “ He observed your confident body language, you knew all twenty items on that menu. Billy could see it by the shining twinkle in your E/C eyes. “ What’s number 16? “

“ Number 16 is the Hop-A-Long Burger. It’s topped with barbeque sauce, onion rings, and cheddar cheese. It also costs 50 cents. “ You declared, a cheesy smile grew on your face. This was only the start. Billy’s eyes turned to slits, how was that fucking possible? “ Give me a more difficult one. I want a challenge. “

“ What were the answers on the math test we had two weeks ago? “ Billy quiered interested, a triumphant smile curling on his features. How about that for a challenge?

“ A, B, D, B, C, A, A, D, B, C, Need I go on? “ You listed off ancouple of the answers when you could’ve named all of them off but you didn’t want to show off more than you already were. Billy looked as if he was blown away, his mouth hung slightly agape. He had never met someone with such an expansive mind. “ I have a photographic memory, Billy. I can remember everything I see like how handsome your smile is and that you’re left-handed. There’s a freckle on your ring finger too. “

“ That’s creepy how you know that but that’s weirdly tubular. I dig it. “ Billy admitted, a content smirk on his face. No wonder you were so smart yet so lazy, you didn’t have to put in any effort at all. He could finally die in peace and it took half a year! You’re so stubborn! “ Let’s do this again. I’ll take you somewhere nicer next time. “

[sandwichbully]

Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, 23 November 2018

   “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”

   OK, so about three years ago, I was working at UCare - “UCare, health care that starts with denying you your oxygen!” - and it was a slow afternoon one afternoon. Most afternoons were slow and the mail room was overstaffed for what we needed, so I logged a lot of time on Facebook and I saw this joint, Sammy’s Avenue Eatery, and I thought their sandwiches looked pretty good, so I made it a point to go there.    ... aaannnddd I never did.    I was broke as shit at the time, working fourteen hours a day six days a week between two jobs (and still being broke all the time) and feeling like shit because I was a terrible letdown to my then-girlfriend (the one from this episode) because I was always tired and just wanted a goddamned beer and two cigarettes. Eventually things improved but not by much and yadda yadda yadda, a whole bunch of shit happens, and going up to Sammy’s Avenue Eatery has been low priority.    But I never forgot it. It kind of even nagged at me. And today, with it being almost fifty degrees for what is surely the last time this year if it isn’t the next to last time this year, I made it a point to go to what is likely going to be the final Sandwich Bully episode for 2018 - unless y’all want to come pick me up in your petite bourgeoisie automobile with “the heat” on in December and January.    So I rolled up on the corner of Emerson and Broadway and walked in and looked over the menu and waited for the nice lady to finish making a chai latte for this other lady and I asked her which she preferred, the Hot Roasted Chicken or the Turkey Bacon Club.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross and it’s so gross that I’m compelled to put up a picture of my first ex with a caption mocking her voice in which she chides me for having high blood pressure but that is seriously some SD&A shit and - Hm? Oh, Sound Design and Assembly. That was my old record review blog but I didn’t review records so much as I bitched about pop culture and waxed poetic on having picked up nookie the night before.)

   Wait. Where are we?

   OK, let’s start that over.    She said honestly that she preferred the chicken but they were out of that so turkey and bacon (I had to specify because I’ve had exactly one experience with turkey bacon and that shit is fucking gross) it was and I grabbed a cranberry ginger ale and I found myself engaged in a conversation with her. Lot of personal stuff that isn’t my business to put up here but I guess maybe I can talk about the political side of it and that part was refreshing because nobody was bringing out words with “-ism”s on the end, we were just on the same wavelength, talking about how Minneapolis government is mishandling or outright ignoring a bunch of problems and how there are easy - very easy solutions to them. The homeless encampment whom the city couldn’t decide to house in either a warehouse or a vacant fucking lot? Well, hell, how many boarded up houses are there in north Minneapolis? I figured put the homeless at least in the warehouse out of the elements. The woman I was talking to told me they had plenty of empty houses in this neighborhood. A solution I never thought of. And even thinking about it now, I realize that there’s a lot of red tape and the banks own those empty houses but why does the bank own an empty house? Why is it held by a private entity and not by the state? What are the escheat and adverse possession laws in Minnesota? (And that’s over thinking it but that’s because capitalism doesn’t provide for simple solutions without the transfer of liquid assets.)

   And enough of that.    Anyway, at one point, this dude comes in and says he doesn’t have time to stop in and eat at the moment but he was just wondering what the soup of the day was for when he came back later and the woman said it was alright if he didn’t have time to eat, she’d fix him a “little” to-go cup (it was more like an eight ounce cup and I don’t know how metric people measure soup; by volume - 237mL - or by mass - 227g) and she handed it to him and told him to have a good day and he said thank you and he walked out the door and she stared out the window and she said, “When people are hungry, you feed ‘em.”    No conditions, no clauses, just simple straight to the point action and solution.    And she told me about how she wanted to start a homeless shelter, not like the ones downtown where you have to "tell ‘em everything about your life just to get in the door”, she wanted to start one where if you were tired, you could sleep, and if you got caught fucking up, you got kicked out. Simple as that.    And my brain goes to how dangerous that would be because what about all the rapists and murderers and then my privilege checks itself and I got to remember that homeless folks aren’t homeless because they’re murderers and they do just want a warm place to sleep and a little something to eat.    She told me she wanted to open a soup kitchen, too, and told me that one place downtown was in such a great location because it was centralized and somebody could even walk for forty blocks to get there, and they would, too, because, as she put it, “hunger travels”. I know that. I remember the time, it was like ten years ago or so, that I was with Georgie and we were starving and I walked two miles in a snowstorm to the food shelf and I lied on the paperwork and told them our twenty eight year old roommate was our four year old son because I thought I could get us more food that way (and, hey, there were three people in the house). I remember being dismayed at what we got and dutifully trundled it back home. I remember all that.    Maybe it was meant to be that I didn’t get to Sammy’s until today to have this conversation. Maybe as a (timely) reminder to be thankful for what I do have, maybe as a reaffirmation of my beliefs, maybe to just talk to somebody over lunch, which I never get to do because I live alone and work alone.

ANYWAY!    How was the sandwich!? How was the fucking sandwich, Charlie!? Remember how this blog is called Sandwich Bully? And it’s about sandwiches? And how it’s not a place for you to peddle your bleeding heart commie* beliefs or pontificate on how we need to be good and charitable toward our brothers and sisters!? HOW THIS PLACE IS MEANT FOR SANDWICHES!?!?!? TALK ABOUT THE FUCKING SANDWICH, CHARLIE!!!    It was good. As I was grabbing a pop, the woman (I know her name I just don’t know how she spells it) told me that if I wanted to bundle the sandwich and drink into a combo, that she had chips and I told her nah, I had to watch my salt and she said she knew that was right. I watched her slice my tomato right out of a whole fresh tomato which I’ve seen maybe only Trieste do - slice fresh to order. And she asked if I liked onions and I said I did and she asked if I liked pickles and I said I did and then she held the pickle slices over the container and gave them a little wiggle and told me, “Getting the salt off them for you,” which was cool. Aint ever had anybody do that for me before. And then we set to talking while I ate at the counter and you read about all that.    Well, let’s start with the size issue. I ordered a half sandwich (around seven dollars) and it was big enough that I feared what I might have gotten if I had gotten a whole one (around eleven dollars). Trust me, I beg of you, please trust me, I am on my knees begging you to trust me: Order the half sandwich. That is the reasonable human serving size.    The tomato was crisp (natch) and the pickles and onions added necessary sour and bite. The cheese, I don’t know what it was but it was white and it was creamy and, tag-teamed with the bacon, it kind of overpowered the turkey but the bacon-cheese combo overpowers most things. The mayo on the sandwich was applied to the bread pre-grilling which, a few years ago, I would have said “ew” to but recently I had the revelation that mayo is just eggs and oil (no, not that part) which are both things that are perfectly alright to be applied to direct heat (that part) and I’ve been waiting to try frying my grilled cheese with mayo on the outside but I never buy bread and I never buy mayonnaise - Why buy mayo when you can make aioli? - so I finally got to try this technique at Sammy’s and I have to admit I didn’t notice anything inherently distinguishable about it but, again, bacon-cheese combo. Overpowers everything but...    OK, probably the last time we get to do this this year unless somebody wants to drive me somewhere during December and January so we have to make this one good.    Let’s see, let’s see, let’s see...    [clears throat] But the real blackout drunk correspondent of Armenia Decides, 2018... No no no.    [clears throat again] But the real evil twin unplugging the good twin’s life support so she can assume her identity and run off with her husband... No. Come on, man, you got this. You have literally nothing else.    OK, I think I got it.    But the real guest star in the dangers-of-huffing-gas-as-a-pregnant-teen episode of this highly rated Saturday morning teen show never to be seen again as, metafictionally, her character had been shipped off to an island of misfit one-off characters, each themselves never to be seen again, turned cannibal after the last hunt didn’t yield the boar’s head required to appease the god behind the sun, he who in-turn took his great veil from the white ball in the sky and scorched their crops in anger and now, teen pot dealer and teen wheelchair basketball player and teen army brat and teen with an eating disorder and all the rest, none of whom were ever seen again, are forced to turn on each other for survival, their malevolence a dance for the god behind the sun’s enjoyment, for when enough blood is spilled he veils his white ball and grants them rest from the heat, but now, a new arrival - The Pregnant Teen Gas Huffer... is the house sauce, which I suspect is a honey dijon vinaigrette. It was sweet, a little complex but not so complex that I couldn’t guess what it was while I was eating it. It stood out and balanced the savory fattiness of the bacon-cheese combo.    The lettuce?    We don’t have to do the lettuce thing, do we?

   I mean, it’s probably the last time this year.

   Overall, not a bad bike ride, it was a pretty decent sandwich - it was good but I’m not falling over stupid for it. I mean, hey, it filled me up and I ordered the half sandwich. If there was a quarter sandwich option, I’d go for that. It tasted good, too. She asked me how it was and I told her it was wonderful and she said she was glad I liked it and I told her I was glad she made it.    I guess that there was a sense of openness, of community to the place, which we’ve been over before: I prefer to go to places that feel worn in and homey. Places like Band Box and Ideal where the proprietors and the patrons are literally neighbors, where people have been going for years, people who are eating there now worked there in high school because their parents knew the manager. Sammy’s has that vibe.    It’s kind of like Nye’s.    I liked Nye’s (yes, past tense) when you could walk in and say hi to Phil, sit down, and have an ice cold Żywiec and there was a college football game on you could ignore and it was red Corinthian leather booths and tacky martini murals on the walls and mirrors behind the bar to make the liquor selection look more impressive (or whatever the mirrors are back there for) and it was locals in there.    Last time I was in Nye’s, there was no Phil, the new guy didn’t know what Żywiec was, the interior designer clearly got all their ideas from IKEA (still love you, IKEA, but you are not meant for a bar), and the only patronage in there were literally tourists asking about the history of the Mississippi River.    I can’t fuck with that scene because it doesn’t feel like it’s a part of the community that supported it through the years. Ownership changed and nobody gave a fuck about preserving the community aspect of the place, it’s clearly a cash grab more cynical and distasteful than when they made Game of Death with B-roll of Bruce Lee and two actors who looked nothing like him.    Sammy’s, on the other hand, feels like it’s part of its community. Established in Near North, playing a role in Near North, employing Near North, feeding Near North.    GO.    GIVE.    THEM.    YOUR.    MONEY.

* I was once briefly involved with a Randian Libertarian who called me literally a “bleeding heart commie” because I told her Atlas Shrugged was “right-wing oriented”. Ah, to be young again.