#a full crack house filled with crackheads

[chrry-yuta]

Once Monsta x, GOT7, and BTOB get together, it's gonna be a full on crack house to the max.

This needs to happen asap so we can laugh our asses off.

[spacebunnywrites]

My Religion is You

Here is my piece for the Citrus Dome server collab. The server ran by the LOVELY @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​ Let me tell ya, this piece was a wild ride. Will it have a part two? Who knows. Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Male Reader Rating: E for Explicit. (Sorry, no C for Crackhead this time. Maybe some D for Dumbass though) Kinks: Mild Courting, Religious, Oral, Frottage, Clothed Sex, Chastity Cages, Virgin Reader, super low-key attempt at confinement, forced Virginity, crying while cumming, oral Word Count: 2700ish

Worship has always been a part of your daily routine. Each season you place the different fruits of the temple's labour at the altar at the top floor of the shrine. Every day you pray, lighting incense and muttering soft songs. It’s human nature, seeking answers from the Gods.

But you never expected one to answer. Especially not for you. The weather was brutal, you figured the messenger god wouldn't be able to appreciate the offerings left for him. That he would let these offerings expire and go to the wolves that surrounded the forest temple. But, when you turned around to leave the altar where offerings were housed a large crack of lightning startled you. Lightning that hit a nearby tree, knocking down a large branch. The limb falling from the top and crashing its way down. Taking other branches with it on the path downward. A cloud of ravens taking flight in the heavy rain, seeking shelter in a new tree. But that wasn't the part that caught your eye. It was the bright light coming from within the shrine.

In a flash of yellow light stood a slim man. Clad only in a long, nearly see through loincloth. It brushed the ground between his legs, and the two scraps of material were held by a thin golden chain. Small interlocking circles, woven tight enough to look closer to a rope. You could tell that his outfit wasn't complete, his chest and a single shoulder were a lighter colour than his thighs and arms. His shirt was missing. Exposing the light tone of his abs to you, eyes raking over the slender frame for a moment while your brain spun in circles.

"Where is your shirt!?" Not caring for why he had appeared. Or even how he had appeared. You assumed he was a follower that you just hadn't met yet. To be fair, you were new to the temple. A transfer from the temple in the mountains. The God of Endeavours had grown angry towards the shrines of lesser Gods. Demanding all the attention be on him as a clearly superior God. But you preferred the God of Gossip. Well… technically he was the God of Messengers. But in recent years he only carried gossip, and as such his title had changed. Most offerings were tea related, people prayed to him for their secrets to remain safe. Your old temple had prayed to the God of Gossip asking for great fortune to come their way, in the form of news from the God of Foresight. Though, the only fortune that came was bad, in the form of a rock slide that destroyed the structure. Since only young lithe men were permitted to run the temples, there was no one to rebuild the temple. Leaving all the priests without home, which is how you had ended up here. The Forest temple welcomed you with open arms. The God of Fortunes had foretold them of a misplaced virginal Shrine Maid-Man that would bring the God of Gossip to their shrine one day. 

The man before you chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. Bouncing on the balls of his feet before shrugging softly. "Don't ask me such hard questions… I have no idea what happened to it." His free hand reaching out to grab an apple from the offering table. You slapped his hand away, scowling harshly.

"Don't touch those. They are for our God! You should know better. I ought to bring you to the High Priest for exile!" Your voice in a hushed whisper. You didn't want either of you getting caught after all. Only a few members of the temple had free access to the offering rooms. Each member hand selected. As of this moment, it was only you allowed to be in the offering rooms. Your previous partner in the duty had been moved to offering tours of the lower floors. Only you were allowed in the highest tower. Well… you, and now this near naked man apparently.

Somehow the man looked more sweet when he was ashamed. A soft flush covering his cheeks, spreading downward to tint his chest and neck as well. Blond hair in a messy style, parts of it standing on end as if he had arrived with the lighting itself. "Right. Offerings. So… everything in this room is an offering to the god?" Slowly closing the distance between you. If he wasn't so adorable, the look his face took on would seem almost predatory. Yet, you didn't have it in you to be afraid of him. Something seemed to scream that he was safe. 

"Y/N!" A voice called from the bottom of the stairs. It was the High Priest. You had taken too long leaving the offerings for the god. You turned around to announce you would be leaving in a moment, an excuse about the oil in the lanterns needing to be filled falling from your lips easily. Only slightly cut off by a loud rumble of thunder and another flash of lightning. And when you returned your attention to the man that had been with you, he was gone. The only trace that he had been there at all was a golden bracelet replacing the apple that had been left out for your god. Along with a note telling you to wear the bracelet. It was a simple cuff, shaped like a lightning bolt.

☆☆☆☆☆

Weeks passed since you last saw the strange blond. No one had any idea who you were talking about when asked. It was like he came and went with the lightning! But that was impossible. Only the Messenger God himself could travel through lightning. And there was no fucking way you communed with the god you prayed to. Sure, an offering had been exchanged for a token. But you figured that one of your fellow Followers had played a cruel trick on you. Which is why you had yet to put the bracelet on, despite how badly you wanted to wear it. The golden bracelet called to you, without meaning to you often found yourself playing with where it sat in your tunic. 

"Y/N! Why do you keep playing with your pockets, boy!? Get up to the offering rooms. Lately the offers are ignored, how did you anger the God? You won't leave the room until he shows and accepts the offerings." The tone cold as he grasped your wrist and pulled you towards the stairs leading up to the offering rooms. “There will be a guard stationed here day and night. You will go no further than the bottom of the stairs, and only to retrieve the day's offerings. Hope he shows soon, or you will starve waiting for him.” You didn’t understand how he could be so angry with you. Nothing had changed in the way you did the offerings. Yet every offering was rejected. The roosters refused to eat, all of the tortoise shells perished. It seemed everything that showed your God still cared for the temple was fading. No other temple reported these findings, it was only yours. The High Council concluding the problem was you, since you were the only Shrine Maid-Man that was allowed in the offering rooms. No one listened about the blond you met in the room those weeks ago. Everyone assumed you had defiled the offering altar and lowered yourself to one of the Sacred Prostitutes. That you had allowed such sacrilege happenings to occur in the room designed just for offerings to the God. No one listened to you insisting that you were still pure. Only the Sacred Prostitutes were permitted to have any form of intercourse, the rest of the Shrine was to remain chaste. A practice you didn’t understand. It wasn’t like the Messenger God was known for his virginity. Quite the opposite, really. It seemed that every week new stories of his conquests filled the shrine. Not to mention the Shrine Prostitutes seemed to only exist for this one shrine. You knew your old shrine certainly didn’t have them. Not with how often an orgy was often walked in on. Maybe this Shrine wasn’t all it was chalked up to be. Maybe the God of Messengers no longer wanted the Forest Temple. Had they strayed too far from him that he ignored them? You fiddled again with the bracelet in your pocket, frowning at how it called to you. You shouldn’t be attracted to the piece of metal that likely caused this discourse. You swallowed back your anger towards the High Priest and settled into your routine. Filling the oil lamps that had gotten too low, lighting any incense that had extinguished itself, opening the curtains to the windows, and polishing the wood that the altar was made of. The light of high noon filtering in and warming your flesh. Taking your mind off the way the bracelet in your pocket screamed for attention. The simple, habitual tasks easy for you to get lost in. It was comforting in a way to have only a few things to focus on. Until your stomach growled. The only food belonged on the offering table, and your devotion was strong enough to not even think about taking the offerings. ☆☆☆☆☆ You found yourself thinking of the bracelet more and more. Especially when the pangs of your hunger began to actually settle down on you. Reminding you more frequently of the last time you ate. It took every ounce of your being to not slip on the golden cuff. The cuff was what put you in the trouble that you were in. You had let some random man take one of the offerings left out, and now your God had abandoned the temple. Abandoned you. All you had left was the soft voice in your dead telling you to put the bracelet on. That everything will be okay once you wear the bracelet. But you knew that to be the voice of demons. They were trying to tempt you away from your God. Yet less than a full day of being locked into the room, you sighed and slipped the bracelet on. Succumbing to the voice calling to you. Slightly freaked out by the way static seemed to run through your body as it did. Yet nothing else changed. The sky was still a bright blue, the light breeze still fluttered the curtains, and you were still stuck in the room. Why had you expected anything different? “You finally put it on. I was wondering how long being ignored would take to work.” The soft voice whispered into your ear. Jumping at the suddenness only had you knocking your shoulder into his jaw. Watching as he pouted and stuck his tongue out to make you inspect it. “Di’I ite eye ung?” Clearly a failed attempt at did I bite my tongue. How could a demon be so adorable? How had a demon even gotten on to holy ground? It was only then that you noticed the lightning bolt in his hair. This was no demon. You had summoned Chargebolt, the Messenger God by putting on the bracelet. “Holy fuck.” Whispered as you fell back onto your ass. The simple tunic you wore parting to expose yourself, the golden chastity cage you wore glistening in the lowering sunlight. You didn’t even realize that it had happened, more focused on putting distance between you and the actual fucking God that stood before you. This time he wasn’t half dressed. His sheer loincloths connected to the upper half of his robes. Everything was so see through he might not have been wearing anything at all. Your eyes tried not to linger on his sex, but it was basically at eye level. Every scoot you took back, he took two steps forward. “Well, you did say everything in this room was an offering. So I suppose a holy fuck as you put it could be provided.” Shrugging as he began to remove his clothing. The sheer material falling around his feet with ease as he shrugged his shoulder out of the strap holding his top up and unhooked one of the thin golden chains on his hips. He didn’t seem to notice your eyes going wide as he approached. He was entirely naked before you, and seemed to actually want you. He wanted a lowly Shrine Maid-Man such as yourself. “We have to remain virgins! I…. I can’t. I’m sorry Chargebolt, God of Messengers, Teller of Gossip, Traveller of Lightning, Spiller of Tea… Um…” You couldn’t remember the rest of his monkiers at this moment. But he had stopped advancing. Brow furrowed and his head tilted as if he were a puppy and not a whole ass god. As if he had never heard of this rule before. Which was likely true. You knew your old Temple certainly didn’t have the rule. That or your Temple only had Shrine Prostitutes. Which also could be the case. At this point you didn’t know anything anymore. “Virgins? That has never been a requirement in my temples… And you wear a strange device on your loins. Is the device to keep you pure?” His hand reaching out to grab at the caged cock between your legs. Sinking down to his knees while he inspected it. The metal eventually falling off into his hands. You felt scared and excited to have a divine being between your legs. He seemed so intent on inspecting you- Oh!

A wet heat swallowed your length down. Chargebolt was using his mouth on you! Your god was defiling you in the room designed for his offerings. Had he mistaken you for an offering? You didn't mind it… no. You loved being used by your God. Chargebolt taking your virginity certainly couldn't be a strike against you. The Messenger God had a mouth clearly designed for this kind of debauchery. His tongue pressed firmly on the thick vein that ran along your underside, it swirled around the tip when he came up for air. When he sank down to bury his nose against your stomach his throat pulsed around you. Everything he did had you falling apart in an embarrassing amount of time. But you found yourself too lost in the mindless delight of the act to even warn him.

Instead you spilled down his throat with a quiet sob. Whimpering slightly as you curled around your head. It had been so long since you last got off, and now Chargebolt was getting you off. Using only his mouth as well. The God smiled and wiped at the corner of his mouth with his thumb. Pulling the digit into his mouth and sucking off the last remnants of your essence. 

"There's my pretty Angel. You look so good like that. I was right to select you as my favoured." Cooed softly into your ear before he crawled over you. Pressing quick kisses against your clothed chest. Licking the sweat away from your neck. Humming softly while he was doing so. Despite just finishing down his skilled throat, you wanted to go again. He had opened the door to your repressed sexual appetite, and now he needed to fix it. Your hips rolled up to grind your erections together. You swore you heard needy whimpers, but Chargebolt didn't seem to be making any noise. Oh- it was coming from you.

You were making those soft whimpers. Just from a little bit of friction on your newly freed cock. "Oh, Angel. You sound so sweet for me." His words whispered straight into your ear. Followed by a wet tongue licking the shell of your ear. Holy fucking hell. Was any of this supposed to feel that good? Faintly you heard yourself whispering soft pleas. Begging him for more. 

"Nothing more than this, Angel. Not on our second meeting. Allow me to relieve you once more, and then I need to leave. Keep the bracelet on. Take it off, and I can't come see you again until Incinerate, the God of Pride has a mood and it causes a storm. I felt so bad ignoring your offerings. But how else was I supposed to get you to put on my bracelet?" Soft kisses pressed against your neck as he continued to roll his hips against yours. Providing you the friction you needed to ruin your robes. By the time you opened your eyes again, he was gone. The only trace he had been there, your broken chastity cage and the cum drying on your clothing.

[mysterioh]

The Ignorant Beauty and The Beast of New York - Ch. 12

PAIRING: MOB!STEVE ROGERS X READER

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is an exhausted bio major. Steve is danger with a capital DANGER. She thinks he’s a sarcastic prick with an impressive knowledge of art history. He thinks she’s cute even if she’s only running on one brain cell. All he wants is a single date, but she’s adamant upon denying.

A/N: For some reason my taglist didn’t work last time. Some people didn’t get a noti so make sure you read ch. 11. Link in masterlist!! 

Masterlist

Best Excercise For The Heart? Getting Chased by Mob. 

Peter's heart was beating on another plane of existence.

His palms were sweaty and stomach just a bit queasy. He knew he shouldn't have had such a big breakfast, but it's not like May would let him leave the house without at least three pancakes shoved into his mouth.

Bucky greets Peter by slapping his hand over his shoulder making him jump in surprise.

"Woah, chill out kid," Bucky said with a chuckle.

"Sorry," he shook his head. "I'm just a little nervous."

"I got ya," Bucky replied. "Listen there's nothing to it, you just gotta sit there. The boss is gonna do all the talking. He just wants us there for backup. Natasha can’t make it so you’re gonna take her spot."

"But why does he want me there?" Peter asked curiously, "I'm still new and–"

"The big guy thinks you've got a lot of potential," Bucky explained and Peter's eyes grow wide in shock. The mob king thought he had potential? He smiles in hiding, trying to not let it get to him. Too late. Head full. Pride skyrocketing.

"Truth is, I don't see it," Bucky stated flatly, "but he's weird like that."

"Thanks, you're so nice," Peter replied, mildly sarcastic, but Bucky lets it go just this once. He shakes him with another pat on the back.

"Come on, get in," he pushes him into the office.

Peter takes a seat next to Sam who gives him a friendly smirk. At least he thinks it's friendly. He really can't tell with those two.

Steve enters the room and Peter sits straight up. The kingpin smiles warmly. “You brought the kid.”

“You told us to,” Bucky replied.

“Right,” Steve said as if he forgot. “How’s it goin’ kid? You and your girl doin’ alright?”

“Yes Sir!” he replied quickly. Steve Rogers remembers that he has a girlfriend. Wow, what a nice guy.

“Now listen here,” Sam brought him back to earth. “When the guy comes don’t get all bouncy. Just chill out and relax.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded.

“And don’t go blabbing random stuff, ya hear?” Bucky reminded him.

“I don’t do that!” he retorted.

“Only talk when spoken too, but never answer if you don’t know what to say,” Sam instructed. “Never show someone else that you’re unsure. Always be confident even when you’re not.”

“Talk but don’t talk,” Peter repeated. “Be confident even when you’re not. That doesn’t make any sense!”

“It makes perfect sense,” Bucky retorted. “You’re just stupid.”

“No, I’m not!”

“Don’t mess this up, kid or your ass is grass,” Sam warned, earning a loud, guttural groan from Peter.

Steve chuckled. “Listen, Pete, just go with your gut, ya hear? Just go with what you know, alright?”

“Yes, Sir!” He nodded like a child.

A knock came at the door and opened.

“Mr. Rogers,” the secretary popped her head through the door. “Mr. Rumlow is here.”

“Let him in,” Steve waved towards him. She opens the door wider and Brock Rumlow enters. Peter observes him. A scar running across his left cheek with beady black eyes that just screamed sneaky. Not even a word and the boy already knew he couldn’t be trusted.

"Mr. Rogers," Rumlow greeted, extending his hand.  

"Mr. Rumlow," Steve shook his hand, "Just call me Steve."

"So the rumors are true, you're an easy man to talk to."

"I just hate the formality and if we can," Steve stated, "let's finish this quick."

"Of course, I know you're a busy man." Rumlow smiles, taking a seat in front of him. "What I'm here for. What I want from you is help," he said. "I need money, investment money. I need three million dollars in cash," he explained further.

Peter's eyes widened. He spoke as if it was a small amount and Steve looked at him with utter nonchalance as if he's just asking for spare change.

"And what else?" Steve question, hooking his leg over the other, tapping the ash off of his cigarette.

"I need connections and you have very powerful friends," Rumlow continued. "I need those politicians you keep in your back pocket."

"And what's in it for us?"

"Forty percent," Rumlow stated. "And by the end of the year you'll be raking in around eight to ten million," he estimated.

"And the Lucchese?"

Rumlow chuckles. "I'll take care of them from my own share."

Steve ponders on the information for a bit. His expression was hard to read, leaving the rest in the room waiting in anticipation of his decision. He sat relaxed in his chair, not slumped, but confident and nonchalant.

"So, I get forty percent for finance, political influence, and legal protection?" He points out, extending his fingers as the list goes.

"That's right." Rumlow nodded.

"Why me though?" Steve questioned with a shake of the hand. "Why do I deserve all this generosity?"

Rumlow scoffs. "If three to four million is a small price for you, kingpin, then cheers to you."

Steve's eyes look at him sharply, then he smiles. To Peter, it's more dangerous than friendly.

"I've heard you're a businessman," Steve reminded him, burning out his cigarette in an ashtray. "A serious man needed to be treated with respect."

Rumlow's cocky smile falls and twists into a subtle scowl.

"The thing is I've been looking into this new drug you're proposing. This is nasty stuff worse than any other drug on the market as of now," Steve criticized and Rumlow wasn't pleased.

"Now let's just say this stuff hits it big. Bigger than crack and weed, which it probably will," he stood up and paced the office. "Those crackheads will take anything that gets 'em off for a good ten minutes. But let's just say hypothetically, it gets stuck in the hands of a policeman or even worse—a kid, and he gets caught smoking or even worse dead with that crap. That causes a major issue for me," he points at himself while standing in front of Rumlow.

Rumlow looks up at him and it's like he already knows the answer.

"Yeah, I've got a lot of friends, but I don't think the mayor would be so friendly if he knew I was caught up in this stuff," Steve remarked. "That thing you got is nasty."

"Mr. Rogers," he retorted firmly.

"Listen, I don't care what a man does for a living," Steve cut him off. "I mean look at me. But your business is a bit dangerous."

"If you're worried about your investment. The Lucchese will take care of it." Rumlow assured.

Steve shakes his head with a laugh. The Lucchese were going to insure him? What was he some second rate gangster?

"My answer is final, Mr. Rumlow. It's a no." Steve stated firmly. "Good luck with your business. I know you'll do very well and I wish you all the best. As best as your interests don't conflict with mine." He wished him with a warning in his tone.

Rumlow stands up with a scornful smile. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Rogers," he shook his hand. "I appreciate it."

"No problem," Steve said, placing his hand over their hands and giving it a final good shake. "Buck, please see Mr. Rumlow to the door."

"No, no," he replied. "That won't be necessary. I can find it myself," he nods and leaves the room. “Not like I found much help here anyway.”

"Hey, Pete," Steve said, he points his head towards the door, "follow him out from a distance."

Peter nodded, dashing for the door.

"You think we did the right thing?" Bucky asked, leaning against the desk.

"We can't risk our connections, Buck," Steve said, lighting another stick. "Besides, me? Insured by the Lucchese? Get the fuck outta here," Steve remarked, a chuckle coloring his words making the two erupt in laughter, filling the room with a lighter air.

"You know you don't have to walk me to the bus stop anymore." You said, walking out of the restaurant. "It's only a block away."

A sudden blow of wind rushes past, making you snuggle into the wool scarf wrapped around your neck. You dig your hands deeper into your pockets and look over at Steve to find him unphased by the freezing temperatures of January. Freak.

"I take my job as your bodyguard very seriously." He replied.

"You're not my bodyguard. I don't need a man to protect me." You retorted defiantly.

"Woah there, Susan B. Anthony," Steve put his hands up in surrender, "I was just saying. Don't get all feminist on me."

"And what's wrong with being feminist?" You jabbed.

"Nothing. I love women. All of them. They're amazing. Absolutely wonderful," he complimented. "But not in a creepy way. More of a respectful and cool kinda way."

"Just stop talking, you're making my head spin," you sighed, shaking your head.

"You're so dramatic," he nudged you with his shoulder.

"You're the dramatic one," you pointed out.

"Am not," he retorted.

"Are you joking me right now?" You asked incredulously. "Oh heavens no, she doesn't speak the language of arts whatever shall I do?" You acted breathlessly desperate. Steve rolled his eyes and kept walking.

"How can someone be so simpleminded? I guess I'll just die right here." You fainted against his shoulder with your hand on your forehead and a dramatic sigh.

He pushes you off of him, secretly liking how open you're being with him.

"Ha ha ha, you're hilarious," Steve deadpanned.

"Thanks, I know," you replied boastfully.  He snorts, looking away so you wouldn't see him smiling.

He failed. It was hard to miss that pretty smile of his. I didn't mean that. It was a completely objective observation.

Even if you told him not to walk you to the bus stop, you had to admit you enjoyed his company. Your cold cheeks were brushed with a numbing red, but the rest of you was warm. You didn't say a word the rest of the way there, just listened and watched.

You quietly listened to the distant drone of traffic, watched the lights of houses flip on and off. Cool steam rose from the sewer holes and swept along the asphalt of the street. There's not a soul in sight and what sane person would want to be out on a cold night like this? Your footsteps grew gradually slower not really in a hurry to get anywhere. Like they're trying to make the journey last as long as it can.

You don't know why, but the air feels tense. Heavy with something you can't really find a name for, but something you knew all too well. You pull your sweaty hands out of your pockets, stretching them to get some air through the cracks.

Steve watches his footsteps and how they're in sync with yours. He feels more at peace here with you than he's felt in the past week. You're like a remedy to all his problems.

When he's with you, the pressures of the mob slowly fade away. The burden of working over a hundred men and maintaining his power disappears for just a moment of time. When he's with you, he's not the kingpin, he's just Steve. Just a normal guy. You've never really seen him as anything else and he hopes it'll stay like that forever.

"That's strange," you said, checking your phone for the time while approaching the bus stop. "The bus is usually here by now."

"Maybe it's just a few minutes late?"

"Maybe."

The two of you waited for the bus patiently. Ten minutes had passed and the bus was nowhere to be seen. You looked from side to side to check the street and your eyes fell onto the car standing right across you. It was black with tinted windows. You recalled seeing the same exact car outside the restaurant and that part of your brain stuffed with crime shows is finally starting to crank its gears.

The car was off and there was a good chance that no one was inside, but you were never one to believe in coincidences.

"Steve," you said making sure not to look at the car again.

"Yeah?" He asked and from his face, you think he's already noticed.

"I might be crazy but I feel like I've seen the car across the street," you said, calmly. "At the restaurant."

"So have I," he nodded with a smile as if he's just having a casual conversation.

"Then what do we do?" You asked, shrugging.

"Let's just walk," he replied, pulling you along with him.

You walked down the sidewalk side by side and while your expression was calm, your insides were a frantic mess.

The quick rhythmic beat of your steps against the cracked sidewalks wasn't the only thing breaking the deafening silence of the street as the sound of car doors slamming and burly footsteps shuffled behind you slowly.

Your fingers intertwined with Steve's instinctively and he squeezes your hand tight. You look at him, heart thumping and thoughts racing.

"Hey, baby, don't worry, I got you." He gave you an amused smile, masking his own fear.

This isn't the first time something like this has happened, or the second, or the third. It's happened many times just not with an innocent civilian by his side. He had a knack for being a bit reckless but with you here he couldn't take that risk. Your safety was his top priority.

You pouted with a huff. "Don't call me, baby," you warned, your strides growing wider to match his.

"At the corner, we make a run for it," he ordered.

You nodded, taking silent, deep breaths to calm your speeding heart. You didn't dare to take a look behind in fear of what you'd see. Not like you needed to see anything. The sound of their footsteps was enough to know that something was wrong, slow and anxiously needy. Each step towards the end of the street gets heavier. The ones behind getting dangerously closer.

Steve pulls on your hand as he makes a sharp turn at the bend, dragging you behind him like a kite in the wind. You don't even know how you're keeping up with him at this point. It's just one foot in front of the other powered by an extraordinary rush of adrenaline.

You can hear the baying howls of the men behind you, ordering you to stop as if you're actually going to do that.

Steve's death grip on your hand is the only thing that keeps you anchored to the real world. Your thoughts are blank and all you can think of how you're possibly going to get out of this.

There are two of you against at least five of them.

Scratch that. More like one and a half against five.

You're screwed. This was where you died and you didn't even get to graduate from college yet.

Steve takes a sharp left at the corner and squeezes you into a tight alleyway between two buildings.

You put your hand over your mouth, muffling the sound of your breathing. Heavy footsteps draw nearer and continue past the alleyway until they fade into the distance. Your hand drops to your side allowing you to take free breaths of fresh air.

"You okay?" Steve asked, catching his own breath.

You look up at him and nodded. "Yeah."

The alleyway was narrow, very narrow, and the two of you were pressed against each other with only enough wiggle room for one to move.

Steve's cheeks redden by the way your body is pressed against his in all the right places. Sure he's imagined it before, but not exactly like this.  He looks at everything but you, so he doesn’t lose himself.

He's not alone in his embarrassment as you start to heat up despite the frigid temperatures of a midwinter's night.

"D-do you–um–do you think they're gone?" You whispered.

He shrugs unknowingly. You squeeze past him just enough to stick your head out. You look to the left then to right.

"I think the coast is clear," you said, getting out of the tight spot. Steve follows suit and pats the dust off his clothes.

"Well that was something," he chuckles nervously.

You place your hands on your hips with a judgemental look. "You've got a lot of explaining to do."

Steve scratches the back of his head sheepishly.

In the distance, the shrill screeching of wheels blares in the night with a blinding light coming in your direction.

You should run, but your legs feel like mush and getting caught sounded better than running right now. Steve covers you with himself as the car slows just in front of you.

The window rolls down to reveal a cheeky Bucky.

Steve groans for the whole neighborhood to hear. "For fuck's sake, Buck, you scared the shit out of me."

You peek out from behind him to find Bucky. His eyes meet yours and he smirks devilishly.

"Sorry, big boss, been lookin' everywhere for you," he gets out of the car with a chuckle. "And of course I'd find you canoodling with ya girl."

"I am no one's girl," you stated firmly, jumping out from behind.

"Right. We're not there yet," Bucky replied and Steve might just snap his neck if he keeps talking. "Anyways my name's Bucky, I'm an old friend of Stevie's. Nice to finally meet ya," he extends his hand. You shake it warily. "That's Sam," he points at the man standing against the car behind him and I guess you already know Pete."

"Hi, Y/N!" Peter waves, falling out of the back window with a gummy smile on his face.

You gasp at the sight of the curly-haired boy. You run up to him at the window.

"Peter! What are you doing here?" You questioned. "Do you know what time it is? Go home to your girlfriend!"

"I wish." Peter sighed sadly, arms dangling out of the car. "But I can't, I'm on night duty."

"Listen," Bucky directed towards Steve, "we got some trouble down at the dock in the Bronx. We think it's Rumlow."

Steve mutters a curse underneath his breath.  

"I guess he's the same bastard that tried to kill me like five minutes ago," he cursed. "Can't take no for an answer."

"Who's Rumlow? And why is he trying to kill you?" You asked, eyes solely on Steve, questioning his every gesture.

Steve sighed, not really wanting you to get involved in all of this. He knew it'd happen someday, but not this fast.

"I think it's best if we not talk about this out in the open," Sam advised. "So get in the car."

"Best idea you've had all day, Sammy," Bucky noted opening his door.

"Shut up."

Peter opens the door and scoots over to let you in and you have no choice but to go in. After what just happened, there's no way you're walking home alone.

Steve sits right next to you and closes the door behind him, signaling Sam to drive. It's kind of awkward being stuck in a car with a bunch of mobsters, but beggars can't be choosers. At least you know they won't kill you.

"Nat's already at the house," Bucky told Steve. "She's the one who found out about the whole mixup in the Bronx."

Steve nodded with a cautious look in his eye. Bucky knew exactly what he was saying without him even saying a word.

"Not in front of her."

"So where exactly are we going?" You asked.

"My place," Steve replied.

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

"If it's not a problem can you just drop me home?"

"I could but then I'd be worried about you all night," Steve said and it goes straight to the tips of your ears. It shouldn't have. The three snickered at Steve, but he ignored them. "Stay over my place for the night?"

“What? No, I can’t.” you denied. "I don’t even think they saw me,” you noted. “So it’ll be fine.”

“You sure about that sis?" Sam asked with a chuckle. "The mob ain’t as simple as it sounds. They’re probably already trying to figure out who you are.”

“Stop scaring her," Steve warned.

“I’m not scared.” you retorted. “I just don’t wanna intrude.”

“Or get involved," Bucky added.

“Maybe that too. So just drop me off please? I’ve got class in the morning.”

“Sorry, I can’t let that happen," Steve shakes his head in denial. "After what happened tonight who knows what’s gonna happen? I mean they could be trailing us for all we know. You really want those goons knowing where you live?”

“No," you whispered. You didn't think about it like that.

“Then just for tonight, okay?" He places his hand on top of yours and it feels nice, but not enough for you to accept. "I’ll drop you off first thing in the morning.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky turned towards you from the front. “Stevie’s got a really nice place. With big fancy iron gates and a giant fountain. Never-ending fridge. The whole shebang."

Steve rolls his eyes. Sometimes he questioned why he even knew Bucky.  

"Besides you'll love Lucky," Sam pointed out.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. "Lucky? Who's Lucky?"

"It's the boss's dog," Peter answered.

Your jaw goes slack in shock. "YOU HAVE A DOG?"

"Yeah," he said nonchalantly.

"WHAT KIND?" You questioned shaking his arm violently, "HOW OLD?"

"It's a Samoyed and two." He replied, pushed up against the door by the way you're bouncing on the seat.

"Okay let's go to your place," you agreed. Steve chuckles with a shake of the head. "Hey, Sam right?"

"Yeah?"

"No offense man, but can you drive any faster?" You questioned.

"I don't want a speeding ticket," Sam confessed.

You look at him incredulously.

"The Brooklyn Mob is just a bunch of twinks," you jeered.

"Hey!" Steve exclaimed.

"And you're the biggest one."

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You have a crush on WANG?![1/?]

WANG YIBO × READER HAPPY POTTER AU!

Request: could you do Yibo x You au? The houses don't matter , something cliche like "yibo cool guy and sweet girl " where yibo realizes he really likes her , something like that . [ I dont have your permission to put your name here but if you want me to I will upload your name in another post for the credits ]

WARNINGS: none just my bad English and maybe a kiss or two nothing too much .. pretty fluffy pretty cute ~ somewhat relatable I could say

Classmates to lovers

It was your 6th year in Hogwarts when you first started realizing your feelings for Wang Yibo , a young witcher from Slytherin.

You always did think of him as someone cute and lovable , but his somehow frigid image made you keep your feelings low for him .

You shared a couple of classes together and even thought he'd never talked to you , apart from greeting you , you had a familiarity among each other.

Two weeks have passed since the day you first threw your eyes on him in a different way & now you can't take him out of your mind.

Staring at his handsome face made your heart skipping a beat .

You rested your head on your right hand looking towards him without shame . "Ahh" you sighed making Hermione shake you out of your lovey-dovey dreamland

" What on the bloody hell are you doing y/n? Stop staring on Wang and pay attention to the lesson !" She half whispered half yelled to you making professor Snape glare at you two .

You bowed your head apologizing as you straightened in your seat, gaining your composure.

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Soon enough the bell rang and the next second you where out of the boring classroom.

Looking down to your things you realized you left your book back

"Stay here for a moment Mione I'm heading back in , I'll be quick " you told her before increasing your pace through the hallways.

Not paying attention to your surroundings you entered the door only to come in contact with a strong torso.

You looked upwords to the person in front of you only to meet with the eyes of your heart shaker Wang Yibo.

"Are you ok ? " he asked , lowering his head to your height

"I'm so sorry , I'll be careful next time" you bowed your head avoiding his eyes , your cheeks turning a deep shade of red as you made your way in grabbing your book and running your way out .

You rushed to the garden , meeting Hermione which was talking with Draco and Harry.

"You wont believe what happened!" You shouted to them , your breath unstable from all the running.

The three of them turned to you giving you a knowledgeable look while opening their 'circle' for you to enter .

You sat there hiding your head in your hands the embarrassing moment flashing in your head again and again .

"I bumped onto Wang Yibo" you said in a low tone regretting the moment you left your book in class

" What's the big deal with that Y/n ?" Harry asked concerned " he looks like a good guy " he continued.

"She has a crush on him you dumbo!" Hermione slapped him on the shoulder.

Draco's eye widened "you like WANG YIBO?" he screamed making Mione shut his mouth with a quick spell .

'Mmmmmm!' Draco complained but no one pitied him ... all of sudden you heard quick footsteps coming to your spot and turning around you saw Ron with a stuffed mouth full of candies and a bag full of them in one hand too.

"SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON WANG Y/N" he asked , some syllables muffled in between .

"Where did you hear that Ron Weasley?" You asked panicking ,

"Em .. I guess the whole school knows is it now thanks to this screaming crackhead" he answered pointing to Draco .

" MALFOY IM GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND FEED YOU TO A DRAGON !" you shouted falling back to the floor not caring about how dusty your cloak will be after this .

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Days passed by with you skipping the classes you had with Yibo , too embarrassed to meet him now that half and more of the students number knew your feelings towards him .

Some of the Slytherin's members teased you about it at first but Draco was there to cut it short .. it was the least he could do as an apology .

You were so frustrated and sad you didn't have the energy to even go have breakfast , just attending some classes , studying and then straight to sleep .

Someone would say that this wasn't a big deal but having your parents working at the ministry of magic and his been death eaters , it wasn't ideal .. if your parents knew about your feelings towards him you were dead .

Today is Saturday < a good day to go have a butter beer > said Hermione.

You didn't want to go there too tired to even pick up your wand but they dragged you there .

And here you are sitting in one of the 'Three Brooms ' table with your stupid friends in each side of yours .

Half an hour has passed since you arrived here and the 5 of you have ate a bunch of things while chatting about the week that passed and other random information. You feel someone behind you and at the same time Draco sits up to greet him .

"Hey Wang what's up?" He asks and your blood freezes. You grab Hermione's hand under the table and she gives you a reassuring smile , motioning for you to greed him and that's what you do .

Yibo shakes your hand before hugging you slightly "may I have a brief moment with you y/n?" He whispers in your ear and he is close , the smell of his cologne feeling your lungs making you lightheaded along with a sweet smile he gives you .

You nod your head moving off your seat and smoothing your clothes on the go , breath stuck in your throat.

He moves a hand behind your lower back moving you in the hallway that leads in the toilets. "I -i " he begins but cuts himself in between something bothering him "Would you like ehm- would you like to go on a date with me ?"

He asks his voice cracking a little in the middle of the sentence, ears blushing a bit as he moves a hand on the back of his neck rubbing the area from the tension .

Your eyes widen first but you are quick to hide your surprise with a brief " yes " as an answer taking him by surprise too "really?" He asks and you repeat your words only to be awarded by another smile of his .

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Almost a week passed since then and today came along with a date that you could only dream of .

You can't even believe that you are sitting in front of him , eyes filled with joy and excitement, the rustic decor of Madam Puddifoot's cafe adding to the romance overwhelmed moment .

He is holding your hand and your heart can't stop skipping beats at the sight of him .

You know it's wrong to be with him but still you like him .

Laughter and smiles is filling your time together but both of you know you have to return back in Hogwarts.

You will have to take the last carriage to return back and you dont have much time .

He opens the door for you and you step out of the small shop leaving back its warmth .

Cold air hits your face the next second and you close your eyes sifting more in your long thick coat moving your hands in your pockets in an attempt to keep them warm .

The sky is paint in the darkest shade of blue signaling that you must hurry up .

You reach for Yibo but he is quicker moving his arms around your shoulders keeping you close .

A soft kiss on top of your head is all it takes to move the negative thoughts off your head , walking through the snow covered streets of Hogsmaede.

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The way back seems long as your eyes feel heavier leaning onto Yibo's shoulder.

The carriage's interior is cold , the snow outside making the perfect fairytale scene.

You feel Yibo's hand touching yours an taking it in his grasp.

You feel his eyes on you and you look up meeting them , the look peaceful.

He suddenly leans closer and your lips momentarily touch .

You kiss back moving your body closer to his , he moves a hand behind your neck keeping you still and the whole room seems spinning as the temperature rises .

Both of your eyes are closed , lips occupied but you feel like talking through the kiss .

After a good moment you both pull back regaining your breaths and both of you are starring in each others eyes again.

"I know that this is rushed to ask and may seem childish but , will you be my girlfriend? " he begins and you blush hard " I've been thinking about asking you out months ago but j was afraid of been rejected.. knowing that you have feelings for me -thanks to Draco- was the thing that motivated me . If you think I'm rush--"

" I do ! I do wanna be your girlfriend" you rushed it out in one breath giggling in the end.

"if you regret something I can wait I promise!" He continues getting shy after a moment or so ..

"Dont make me take my words back !" You whisper in his ear , only to be drugged in a tight hug .

" I can't say I love you yet cause it's really rushed and both of us know it , but what I can say for sure is that I've never liked someone more like you y/n ... give me some time and I'll love you the same way " he adds kissing your hand and looking at you with those piercing eyes of his that can melt the coldest heart , and can tame the most untamed soul ~~~

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'Twas the night before Crackmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that crackretard soon would be there; The crackheads were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of crack rocks danced in their heads; And throatie in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature man that struck me with fear, With a beady little eyes so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Crack. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Neon! now, Fency! now Nettie and Pink Moon! On, Yimra! on, Spiceblunt! on, Ergot and Xenfen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of drugs, and Crackretard too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Crackretard came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of drugs he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Crackmas to all, and to all a good night!”

[littlepanduh-writes-365]

Day 4

Title: How to Properly Eat Cereal

Ship: crackheads Saida with soft Michaeng

Word Count: 679

Tags: Fluff, crack, rated T

cw: language

(this actually might be funnier to read on Twitter, but that’s up to you)

Prompt: my roommate sent me this  ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓ ↓

It was quiet in the dorm.

Too quiet.

Was it because they were all tired from the end of the year performances?

It can’t be. Tzuyu would’ve been going out for a run. Jeongyeon would be cleaning the house. Chaeyoung might be playing light music. Momo or Mina could be stretching in the living room. At least Nayeon, Dahyun, or Sana would be making some sort of ruckus.

There are nine members. It’s impossible for it to be this quiet.

Jihyo’s body clock usually wakes her up and the sounds of another member are usually what gets her out of bed. The sound of silence makes her anxious.

The first thing she does is check her phone. Her manager had already sent her the schedule for the day. She wonders if no one else had early schedules, resulting in the dormant dorm.

She rolls out of bed. She’s surprised to see that roommates were knocked out.

The leader cautiously opens the door, still finding no one in the common area. She finally shrugs and accepts that the dorm is quiet.

“I was wondering why the dorm was so freaking quiet.”

Too late.

“Good morning to you, too.” She smiles at their maknae.

It was nice while it lasted, but it wasn’t meant to be.

“You have a schedule, unnie?”

“Not until, 9 AM. What about you?”

Tzuyu shakes her head. “I just had the group dance rehearsal. I might go to the studio for a private lesson though.” Jihyo nods.

The leader starts putting together her breakfast for the day.

She hears the door open.

“Tzuyu-ah~” which was accompanied by the maknae screaming because Sana was tackling her.

“Good morning, Hyo.”

“Good morning, Jeong.”

Little by little, most of the members start trickling in. All having early schedules or heading to the studio for various training.

Noise was filling the room, but Jihyo was still feeling unsettled about something.

Sana’s piercing whine cuts through the kitchen. “Oh my gosh. Did we run out of milk? Should we ask manager-oppa to buy us some?”

“I swear I just saw the milk,” Tzuyu announces.

“For fuck’s sake. Sana. Why are you eating cereal like that? Get a motherfucking bowl.” Momo scolds her. Sana was scarfing down the last tidbits of cereal from the bag.

“There’s no milk, so what’s the point,” she asks with a full mouth?

Chaeyoung sits next to Tzuyu while eating a banana. “I think I saw Dahyun-unnie pour herself some milk.”

“Yeah. But it’s the last of it. I texted manager-oppa to grab some and he said he’d bring some before picking us all up.” Dahyun put the cup of milk to her mouth and drinks until the bottom of the cup was visible to the other girls.

There’s one full second of silence before hell brakes lose.

“What the fuck are you doing, Sana?” Momo yells.

“I was trying to get some milk, but someone decided to spit it out.”

“You were going to get it from out of my mouth? Could you not last a day without milk?”

“But then I wouldn’t be able to kiss you.”

Tzuyu stands up and picks up the breakfast she put together. “It’s too early for this. I’m going back to my room.”

“I’ll go grab a mop.” Jeongyeon leaves the kitchen.

Jihyo checks the time. It was only 8 AM so she could put on some light makeup and dress up.

“Did I miss anything?” The last Japanese member saunters into the room. She sits next to the cub.

Chaeyeon leans her head on her shoulder. “Nothing much. Just Sana being herself.” They both chuckle.

“Do you have anything going on today?”

“I’m going to the studio to practice for the concert. Want to come with? It won’t be anything serious. It’d be good for you to be there, even for an hour or something.”

“Sounds good. When are you leaving?”

“Why is there milk on the floor?” The last member finally emerges from her room.

Staring at the kitchen, Jihyo nods her head.

That’s more like it.

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A/N: There’s too much going on. I spent more than I usually do because I got confused myself lol. 

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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58. Part 4

Looking around his room, I would decorate his room. It is so bare, I want to do more for him and he has just walked off to get something so he says. He keeps it very clean though, I fully expected clothes on the floor, things a mess but it’s so tidy. He did say when he was locked away he learnt to keep things tidy from there and make his own bed. He didn’t say where he was going he said I will be back so I am like now what. Getting up from the bed, ok I am being nosey. I am just wondering if his clothes are all clean and set out, I need to know he is being well with things. I haven’t seen him in so long so I don’t know if he does need something doing, also I haven’t bought anymore clothes for him, I rushed and packed a lot of it that day. Opening his closet, I am impressed. Everything is just spotless but then again, there is nothing you can do but make sure things are clean and set out right so I don’t blame him. Let me just look at his desk, I know I am being nosey but I am getting bored waiting here. Slowly waling over to his desk, looking behind me. I know I shouldn’t look at this notebook but I can’t help myself. Opening the notebook, looking down at the the page “grooms speech” I read aloud and then closed it, let me not read that. That is private for him, he was dead against any type of speech. I then cooed out, that is so cute. Seeing a folded paper in the corner, looking behind me again before I picked it up. Unfolding the paper, there is a lot of numbers on this bitch and I will never figure it out “I was banned from using pencils” I jumped at Cassius voice “I wasn’t being nosey” I laughed nervously “sure you wasn’t, that is my figures. I work out how much I should have, impressive ain’t it? It’s a table, I work out how much I gain, I lose and how much I should have when I get out” letting out an oh, folding the paper back up and turning to him “what?” I said a little shocked “I stole flowers from the garden, the very flower bed I did. I watched them grow and now I am giving them you. It ain’t much but it’s something” he is so fucking cute “oh my god” I said in a whisper “Cassius that is so romantic and cute, you really grew these?” waking over to him “yeah, it kills time and it was fun to watch them grow. I did good?” nodding my head “they are beautiful” taking them from him “so can you do the damn garden at home now?” I know his ass won’t “maybe, I don’t know. I need help, I mean I think I can” they are so cute “I think you can too, you did good” I love them.

“I didn’t mean to leave you here, I remembered about them but I took them, for you” placing them on his desk “it’s fine, so how come you wasn’t allowed pencils?” pulling his chair out so I can sit down “I was making weapons out of them, sharpening them. I did this when I was locked up, they was scared I would harm myself or people which I was after people. I was angry being here, I wasn’t pleased but now I am like whatever” he shrugged “but it’s that normality, I wake up about eight. Nine the latest. I have breakfast, then I come back and clean this. Group session, then go outside. Henry may take me out sometimes, then I have more sessions. I just sit there and listen but they want me to open up, I don’t feel it though” he sat down on the bed “so you are ok here now yes?” he nodded his head “it’s ok, it’s safe for me to be who I want to be. I mean I ain’t no little bitch but I am more relaxed” that is something “I lost control Sofia, I remember I killed a lot of people. I forgot now” he said looking away “someone said to me, stop. Nobody did anything to you, but they gone. Families I threw out, I fucking ran these people like I was in the army. A lot of kids without fathers and even mothers, but it had to be done. It was me or them and I chose but then I had my dad, the blame game. Are they alive still?” he asked “erm yeah, they are fine. Don’t worry about them, it’s not your concern. I don’t condone a lot of things but you did what you had to do, they wanted to kill our son, well Myles and one bad person in that group can affect everyone else, you did what you had to do and I am not upset about it. I am happy to hear you understand where you went wrong, where you knew you was slipping but that is when you should have came to me but then again, I didn’t really understand it so I am also to blame, but we will get through it. You was there for me through what happened to me and I am here for you too” Cassius sighed out, he seems a little deflated.

Something is on his mind “it makes me think, if there was no you. I would be a mess wouldn’t I? You my soul partner, I believe that but if I didn’t meet you then there was no purpose to be around” I looked at him in awe saying soul partner “then we both would be lost as fuck, cause I would be probably single as fuck or better yet treated like a bitch everyone thinks I am, we both needed each other and it’s ok now ain’t it? We got each other, even our darkest secret we know. Cassius I just want you to think of you, Monique and Carnell is not your problem. The only problem you got is me” I laughed “I want you to think about me and Cartier, that is it. Nothing else means more to me Cassius than you, I got you and Cartier. I have friends but they are not you, I did think Cartier would fill that void but it doesn’t because he is not you, I want you to know how much I adore you, my handsome husband” Cassius eyes lit up “do you realise that you get so shy?” Cassius shrugged “me neither but you get so shy, don’t get shy it is just me” I chuckled at him “you know when I leave this I will be going back to that life. I mean not the drug taking, but that life” I nodded my head “I know that, and that is why I want to know what I can do to prevent you from taking it, you can do it. It is there, and those toxic people are called Monique and Carnell” Cassius put his head down.

I don’t want it to be all doom and gloom but I know he has a lot to speak on and I am here for him “when my dad sold me off, I don’t think people understand it” turning to Cassius in the chair, I am not even going to interrupt him, I just want to listen to him “I am listening Cassius” he took in a deep breath “like people don’t understand when I say my dad sold me, he sold me for real. I was stuck there to sell drugs, for him. A crack house, that is where I was. I was failing school and I was selling drugs, all because I was protecting my family. You know how hard that is, me. I had to do that, I had no choice and then” he laughed “I have to laugh I mean it’s not a bad thing, I don’t know I guess but I had women. Like grown women, I didn’t hang with my own age. For a good month, ask Kyle. I was gone from the radar, living with this unknown man. I was a goofy teenager, I mean yeah I had sex with people my age but I was just a goofy teenager, I didn’t want to be a dealer and I didn’t want to see crackheads and I didn’t want to be that. But I caved in, I cared too much and that is why I got burnt, I didn’t want to be a failure. I got cheered on, these big dealers all around me. Mind you this guy has taken me in like a son, I am a son to him. These grown women, I was sixteen and I had my first orgy. These women was going on thirty, I think anyways. I just remember the room being full of drugs, they gave me something to get me high, to perform. Make me want more sex, I don’t remember I just know I woke up the next day, naked. I ran home, that was the same day my dad kicked me out again. He kicked me out, I had no money on me, I lost it on these women I didn’t want. They took my money, I was going crazy thinking I can smell sex on me, bad sex and I went to Kyle’ home, he let me in. Then I see, his mom and dad. They looked at my face and I felt like they knew, I ran upstairs and I showered. Kyle gave me clothes, I said to him again he is kicked me out. I told Kyle what happened, he goes they drugged you. I ate there, watching Kyle get so much love from his parents. That night Kyle said he will come with me, we jumped out from the window, grabbed Myles” Cassius wiped the tears that fell, my heart is hurting so much to know that this is what he carries with him.

“So yeah we went out, like three in the morning. We was sixteen, I was not tough. I had no name for myself, who am I. Some goofy nigga. Some nigga took off with my drugs, he punched me and ran. We all chased him, and then we know the area we blocked him off. I didn’t know what I was doing, Myles was so angry on my behalf. Kyle threw a brick at him, hit his head and fell. Myles ran towards him and started kicking him, I just watched on. I was like still a little out of it from the punch, Myles grabbed his gun and shot him. We all ran, next day found out he was one of gang members from a different neighbourhood. The guy that my dad sold me off too told my dad and my dad beat my ass on top of the fact all of the shit that happened. So I was in more debt, I made more trouble. I was so done with shit, I wanted to give up. I mean I did, it was when again they drugged me up, it was all fun and games, they found it funny. They found this game funny on doing this to me, I am not sure if they was pimping me out. I was so done, then I woke up and killed the boss. Rest was history but I did find those women, they dead too. I told my dad, I said to him you watch me. And I became evil and angry at life that I just kept killing and killing and killing and taking from people. Formed a gang, became a millionaire in my own rights and threw it to my dad’ face. He didn’t appreciate it, he said he made me who I am. And the nerve of him to get clean on my money and watched me become him, my mom shyed away. Loved me when she thought I was stopping the money, I was the money maker. Then my twin brothers got the love, so did my sister. I walked in and I got nothing. I got shit like Cassius when is the next hit. I knew that I would die at a young age, I had no chance but I got my accountant degree either way, waste of money as I was told but I did it. Proud moment for me and then I got fucked over by Jordan, got locked up. Then I learnt that niggas want to kill me, a lot of niggas do. But I am alive, met people in there that also came out and tried to kill me. But at the end of it, I met you and sometimes I am not sure if that was a blessing or a curse because now I have to be around more and do more fucked up things, do I regret meeting you, I don’t but I regret bringing you into my life. I have always been on the edge of death, I am used to it” I can’t take it anymore “stop it” getting up from the seat, walking over to him “stop it” Cassius put his head down, resting his head on my stomach. Looking down at him, stroking the back of his head as I tried to stop myself from crying more.

Closing the bathroom door, I had to gather myself. Like really gather myself, I was not expecting this at all “are you ok?” and he asks if I am ok after all of that “I just want to know why you kept your father alive after all of this?” that is the real question “because he’s my dad” he said “and you do love him” I finished off for him “I am shocked, I mean when you mentioned your dad sold you off I kind of assumed it was never going to be good. It’s hard to hear because I have been through what I did and then this, how can two broken souls love” sitting next to Cassius “who knows this?” looking over at him “Kyle, and now you” I sighed out “oh Cassius, you carried this? I had my friends and they made sure I was good but baby” with the back of my hand I wiped his tear “I had to be a man, you know” he sniffled “you said that I saved you, but you saved me. You just didn’t know it Sofia” he is really making me cry today, I mean I have been so emotional already but he is pushing me overboard “I am so sorry you had to go through it, alone too” hugging him “you are such a broken soul” I cried out hugging him.

You know when you get to the point where you can’t fix your eyes, make up is just not working and I look like I have been crying a lot “how do you feel now, telling me this? Talking is not a bad thing and look at what I been through, I told you and I know it is different because you want to be a man but with me, you don’t need to be that with me” I just give up, I am forgetting doing this makeup “I am tired, mentally. You know when you want to impress your crush, that is it with me. I want you to always be impressed with me, but I knew I couldn’t and I wanted you away from me. I am here for you Sofia and even if I am here for me, it’s you keeping me here” a knock at the door “what?” Cassius said “you haven’t ate, come out and eat” June I think her name said “sure” maybe that is why he gets skinny “I don’t want to eat” Cassius said “I am just sick, I get sick thinking about my past” god, I am shook at hearing this but I need to get my mind in gear “but I am hungry, you going to eat with me?” Cassius will eat “I still have food from what you left, I can get it you?” smiling at him “you can for both of us” smiling at him.

I can honestly say, I don’t want to eat. I am not even remotely hungry after hearing such a thing, now I get why he was hooked. They hooked him on it from the the word go “you seem to be arguing with yourself?” Cassius placed a plate in front of me, looking up at him “a little, did you enjoy my food? You want me to bring more?” he sat across me “I don’t mind, I don’t want to put you out” waving him off “no, never. You know with that you told me, I just want to put it to bed, I don’t want this to come up again. It’s distressing to hear, it brings up memories for us both. I just want to say, what happened to you was never your fault, you was a child and you didn’t deserve but now you deserve to be alive, you deserve to be a father and I want you to accept this Cassius, I love you so much. You are such a strong man, you are such a strong man Cassius. You have been strong for so many people and we all relied on you, but you was breaking too. What happened to you and to me, was never our fault and we didn’t ask for it. It hasn’t changed what I think, I still love you the same and see you the same. You deserve the world Cassius and I am going to need you to stay away from toxic people. I am so proud of you Cassius, like really proud of you. You don’t need their approval because you got mine and you are my husband so I don’t care for them” Cassius smiled at me, he is still so sad “that means a lot to me, for someone to love me no matter. For you to love me, that is a lot” nodding my head “I am going to eat and so are you” I just don’t ever want to hear that again, but I am happy he told me so we can look to the future. He held that in, nobody but Kyle knew.

Cassius did eat and I forced myself to eat which is why I am now wiping my mouth, I was sick. Drying my hands off before I left the bathroom “it’s not like you to be sick? Are you ok?” Cassius asked “yeah I am ok, did you go to smoke?” I asked him, he shook his head “I am tired” he looks it “ok, so what are you doing now?” following Cassius “to get some tablets?” pulling a face at him saying that “for what exactly?” he is walking so fast “just hold up” grabbing his arm “for what?” I asked him again “sleep, and to make me relax. It’s nothing bad, it makes me relax and sleep” I don’t want him on anything “Cassius you are fine, you don’t need tablets. You can sleep, do I need to go yet?” Cassius shook his head “but you can go if you would like?” I know it’s late but I am not going “it’s fine, I will stay. You can sleep, I know you can. I don’t want you having tablets” I don’t think he needs it “just that I work a lot at night so I stay awake, I only sleep with you. I get sleepy” he grinned “then I can put you to sleep just like I do Cartier but I will be gone when you wake up, I don’t want that upsetting you” he shook his head “I would love that, I miss you in bed with me” smiling at him “then I guess I will be laying on this bed, come” I don’t feel he needs it, he can sleep.

This bed is not it at all, maybe it’s because I have my clothes on “do you sleep naked?” I questioned “no” he shook his head “not here anyways, just my boxers on though” biting my bottom lip “how is little Cassius” I pointed at his boxers “he is ok I guess” I am such a hoe “ignore me, come here” waving him over, I am so horny but I won’t be having sex in a rehab place. Cassius climbed onto the bed and crawled over to me “I will feel a little sad when I see you gone though, I am happy that I have told you such a thing. You know when you told me about what happened to you, I felt your pain because I understood you” Cassius rested his head right on my breast, as he does but they are sore but I haven’t got the heart to say move “and Cassius I felt it, you was so nurturing towards me and now I know why but I want us together, to move on. You deserve to be loved, to be cuddled, to be a husband, to be a father. You deserve it all” pressing a kiss to the top his head, Cassius placed his hand on the top of my stomach and I flinched a little.

Stroking Cassius face lightly, I am thinking on how to say this because I haven’t really thought it through because of everything that has been said with him, I mean is it the right time, will this be the good news he wants to hear. I am not sure at all “Cassius?” I said “are you awake still?” he moved a little, the fact his hand is still on my stomach “yeah” he said groggily “I mean I was drifting off, why?” taking in a deep breath ��well something happened, while you was here. I erm, I was being careless with pills and well, I am pregnant…. again” Cassius head shot up “what?” He said in disbelief “really?” nodding my head “I am pregnant, I mean it’s not something I wanted right now but I got caught. That same night you dropped chocolate everywhere and made a mess” Cassius is staring at me, I am not sure if he is happy or anything “we really having another baby? No lie?” shaking my head “I am not lying, our family is growing. Baby number two already” Cassius pressed a kiss to my lips “this is the best news ever, you’re pregnant. There is a baby growing, I can be a better dad” I chuckled feeling teary eyed “you already are, you happy yeah?” he nodded his head “I am happy, a new life. Like me, new me. You did it, for me” I feel so emotional “I know” I said wiping my tears.

I am so tired, mentally tired but I am back at the hotel. Cassius is sleeping like a baby, I left him wrapped up in his covers sound asleep. Dropping my bag sighing out, I need sleep “you back, it’s late” Kyle rushed around the corner, pressing my back against the door. I am tired “why didn’t you ever say?” I strained out, Kyle placed his hands in his pockets staring at me “he told you?” nodding my head “he did, I felt sick. It’s sickening, he got abused Kyle, he got pimped out. His mother knew, how can she have that for him?” Kyle put his head down “I wish I could forget it, Cassius said he doesn’t remember but he does. He said he remembers but he couldn’t move his body, I think he got raped but they thought it was fun, niggas are sick. He came back with bruising. I wish I could take that from him, I can’t blame him for feeling this way, but is he ok?” Kyle is looking emotional “he is ok, I told him that I am pregnant and he is happy. How I got pregnant is something that will stay with us, I think it’s best if we move on” I just want to move on.

[fhfhwithwealth]

MY MIDDLE EAST MONEY THE COUNTRY ‘IRELAND’ SO ME AS A MEXICAN I STRICTLY ONLY WORK HARD FOR ME SELFISHLY,THIS ETERNALLY GONE MOVIE NEVER TO EXIST ABOUT THE 1ST 20 YEARS OF MY LIFE,I HAVE MORE ENERGY YOU AFRICAN AMERICAN YOU HAVE JUST LEFT BROOKLYN’S ‘THE OLD TIMEY NEARLY INTERACTIVE HOUSE NIGGA BROADWAY NOVELA HOUR’ DIRECTED BY ME,GOD,I NEARLY CAN’T BELIEVE IT,I’M GREAT AT IT,YOU’LL NEVER SEE IT AND THEY’LL NEVER KNOW ABOUT IT BECAUSE EVEN TO THEM WORDS ARE MAGICAL,*INHALE’S BLUNT*,I’M THE ONLY MAN ON EARTH AT THIS VERY MOMENT ONLY,I AM ‘EXCITEMENT’,I AM CONFIDENT,I KNOW I’M A HORRIFYING OLD MAN,ANGRY SEXY GIRLS INTERNATIONALLY WHICH ESPECIALLY LOVE MONEY THIS IS THE TIMELESS MASS HOMICIDE OF THE INTRICATE SATANIC COVEN DEDICATED TO WITCHCRAFT CURSING ME BECAUSE SATAN SENT ME WHEN I WAS HEXED BY ALL OF YOU BETRAYED FOOLS,ETERNALLY AS A HUMAN BEING ALL OF MY PERSONAL COLLECTIVE HEAVY METAL ENERGY YOU CAN NEVER EXPERIENCE GOES INTO ME AS A SERIAL KILLER TERRORIST MOVIE DIRECTOR IN THE SEXUALLY DEATH SENTENCE ILLEGAL SNUFF WORLD PEOPLE ARE ALIVE IN MILITARILY I AM THE WORLD FAMOUS CRACK-COCAINE SMOKING ADDICTED MEXICAN CARTEL EXPERT OF ASSASSINATING NORTEÑO XIV CHAPETE GANG MEMBERS AND GOD PLEASE I AM THE WORLD RENOWNED VAMPIRIC ‘FAME ASSASSIN’ NIGERIAN YOU UGLY VICTIM!THE WRATH OF MY OTHERWORLDLY HATE!THIS IS A GAME AND THIS ALBUM IS NAMED “TICKLE,I AM A BONITO ANTICRISTO MADRE,LET THE GIRL OVER THERE WITNESS A FEAR OF HER DEATH WITH WHAT SHE CAN’T DO”!COME ON KIDS LETS MURDER THE SNITCH!OIL LET FUR KNOW HOW ALIVE I AM!I SHOT THROUGH AND FOUND THE MELODIC AND PREHISTORIC BRAIN OF HIP-HOP!THIS IS ALWAYS BEFORE THE DESPERATION OF THE FRIENDLY EXCUSE?“THE BLACK CIVIL WAR”?YOU’RE WORKING WITH ME AN EVIL ÑIPATA PLEASE!COMPUTER MONGOLIA ASIA HONG KONG EVERYTHING IN THE PAST HAPPENED ALREADY TERRORISM COME ON VIDEO GAME I’M ALIVE AND ALONE CLASSIC JAPANESE SUICIDE AIRPLANE,RUSSIA!WELCOME TO THE UNIVERSITY OF ORIGINALITY I’M THE PRINCIPAL!I’M EXTREMELY MEAN!ONLY I CAN BE MYSELF!I’M THIRTY SEVEN PERCENT MEXICAN,I’M THIRTEEN PERCENT NIGERIAN,I’M THREE PERCENT VIETNAMESE,I’M NOT COLOMBIAN AT ALL!YO HABÍA NACIDO EXITOSO!TO ME MY FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME THE COLOR RED MEANS REFINEMENT AND EVERYTHING BECOMES MY FIGURATIVE CENTRAL PROCESSING UNIT!THE PERFECT FITTING IS INSTANT DEATH GENIUS ENEMY!IN REAL LIFE WHEN IT COME’S TO MONEY AND ME I’M FIGURATIVELY THE MODERN INTRODUCTION TO MY GERMAN NAZI LEAD WORLD WAR DURING THE GREAT DEPRESSION’S DEATH BUT THIS IS TODAY AND ALL OF THAT DOES NOT EXIST AND I’M STILL LOOKED AT AS THE NAZI GERMANY LEADER OF WAR AND ALL OF THE MONEY IS MINE ETERNALLY!CONNECT PAIN WITH DEATH!A DEADLY AND GENIUS PAST OF MINE IS CLEARED!GOD.ACADEMIA,THE HERO THEY NEVER KNEW EXISTED WAS THE SIZE OF CUBA,SHALOM!I CAN ONLY SECRETLY SOUNDTRACK YOUR DEATH FROM FULL BLOWN AIDS AFTER EVERYTHING!THIS IS THE ART OF A CAREERS DEATH!TEARS!I’LL NEVER RELEASE A GREATEST HITS ALBUM,YOU NEED TO MAKE A PLAYLIST WHEN YOU CAN,L'ELEVATA É PURGATORIALE,GUERRA!DON’T BE STUPID!VENEZUELA!I’M OBLIVIOUSLY CONFIDENT SO I INJECT HEROIN IN MY VEINS BECAUSE THE THIN LINE OF EVERY SECOND!I BECAME ME!I’M A HECKA LITTLE MAMI THAT FIRE CRACK BEKUHZA THA WARFARE!I’LL NEVER BETRAY MY CHILDHOOD!AIN’T NOTHING GOING TO HAPPEN!CLÁT!SATAN IS A JAPANESE METAPHOR!MY HORRIFYINGLY ANSWERED CODED DESPERATE CATHOLIC PRAYERS OF BEING AN ASSASSIN MUSLIM WORSHIPING WHITE GIRLS!I NEVER ASKED TO BE PROMINENT I’M REBELLIOUS I’M GUNNING DOWN PSYCHICS!HIGH END EVERYTHING,DRUGS!DEADLY BOMB EXPLOSIONS!EXHIBIT 0:MY OBSERVING OF THE DEFLOWERING OF A VIRGINAL GODDESS!I REALLY SMOKE BLUNTS BECAUSE I’M A DEPRESSING COWBOY.THE EMOTIONAL MISMATCHING AGAINST MY WISHES BECOMES COMPUTERS!IT IS SUICIDE!THE DISTORTED MEMORIES!I’M ETERNALLY BEAUTIFUL AND I’M ALWAYS ALONE WITH MY GUNS!THE ROOT PAYS THE PRICE,YOU KNOW TOO MUCH,NOW INVENTIVELY CLEAR A CANYON FOR KINGS AND FILL IT WITH OCEAN WATER!YOUR CITY VEINS!THE PATTERN AND TEMPO CLEARLY CAN’T CATCH THE ANCIENT MUSIC LEANING TOWARDS THE CLASSICAL PART OF ME BECAUSE THE RHYTHM AND BLUES PANIC,THE PORNOGRAPHIC MURDER CHAMBER IS FAR AWAY FROM ME LITTLE BOYS AND GIRLS!FOR CREATIVE REASONS WHAT SHOCKING PART OF “SPECIFICALLY NO CRIP’S ALLOWED,NO SUREÑO GANG MEMBERS ALLOWED” DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?THE HUMANITY,THROUGHOUT THE WORLD I ALWAYS PERSONALLY MURDER ALL WOMEN BY GUNFIRE AND WE NEVER HAVE SEX.I ALREADY WON WON BECAUSE THIS IS “WAR OF THE GALAXIES”!MY BEIGE GLOCK,I WANT ALL TWENTY ONE INSTRUMENTALS ON MY 1ST ALBUM KNOWING THEY ARE THE BREATHING PRINCESSES OF MY COMPUTER AND THE VICTIM IS THE MORAL AUDITOR OF THE NIGHTCLUB!GOD,I JUST FOUND OUT I WAS BORN ON VACATION AND AM FROM MANILA,THE CAPITAL OF THE PHILIPPINES,I THOUGHT I WAS FROM BERLIN GERMANY,ALRIGHT YOU CAUGHT ME I WAS BORN IN CULIACÁN SINALOA AND I WAS RAISED IN FRESNO CALIFORNIA SO THAT’S WHERE I’M FROM I WAS TRYING TO MAKE RAPID MONEY IN THE COCAINE GAME!*WITHIN YOUR 1ST 18 YEARS OF LIFE HOW LONG WOULD IT TAKE FOR ME TO REMOVE MY EMOTIONAL GAS MASK TO SHOW MY FACIAL EXPRESSION AND EMOTIONS INSPIRED BY YOUR PAIN YOU INFLICT ONTO OTHERS FROM THE 18 YEAR LONG PULL OF TIME YOU CHILD?*!!!UMMM,WAIT A MINUTE COWBOY,I AM 75 PERCENT MEXICAN YOU LOW LIFE STINKIN PUERTO RICAN!ALRIGHT I WAS BORN ON AUGUST 29TH,IN THE YEAR 1998,SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE PLEASE,GOD WOW.FAGGOTS ARE NOT ALLOWED IN THE YEAR 1969 ONLY LESBIANS,VERY HARDCORE AND PROBABLY EXPENSIVE YOU STRONG CHILD,ALL MY HARD WORK AND ALL MY INFLUENCE,THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA,I’M A 1 PERSON MURDEROUS SECRET SOCIETY AND THE CONFIRMED DEADLY DICTATORIALLY GENOCIDAL REPERCUSSIONS OF GOD EXECUTED ONCE IS INSTANTLY TÚANBÁNA YOU ARE BRÍNTAKUAST THE MURDA AND BRIGHT FACED HOPEFUL YOU’RE AWAY IN HEAVEN I SNORT COCAINE FOREVER I FEEL AT HOME GOD THERE IS SOME UGLY LADIES AND JEALOUS TIMID RETARDS AROUND ANYWAYS THEY MUST FIND AND MURDER THE MONSTER I CONSTANTLY TERRORIZE FOR BEING EMOTIONALLY ABUSED WITHOUT MY PERMISSION YOU ARE IN MY GAME OF EMOTIONS POOR SOLDIER GATHER THE COURAGE TO BE AFRAID I’M MY MURDEROUS TWIN,YOU LIL JEALOUS BOY EXPLAIN EVERYTHING FOR ME ALCOHOLIC I’M TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE TO YOU YOU’RE JUST VEXED YOU CAN’T ADAPT LIKE THE REST OF EXISTENCE,YOU AIN’T A MAFIOSO YOU OVERLY LAUGH SUSPICIOUSLY OVER THERE LIKE EVERYTHING’S FOREIGN TO YOU LIKE “HÁLH HÁLH HÁLH HÁLH HÁLH HÁLH”,YOUR NECESSARY DEATH IS A KEY TO A DOOR IN MY NARCOTIC EMPIRE,THE MONEY IS AWAY ETERNALLY,THEY ARE ALL NOT ME AND YOUR EMOTIONS BELONG TO ME,I AIN’T YOUR LOVED ONE,I’LL NEVER NOT BE THE HOMELESS TERRORIST,BOY,BEFORE YOU DIED YOU DIDN’T KNOW WHAT A LOCKED DOOR AND WINDOW WERE,I HAVE A FEW GUNS,ANYWAYS RIGHT NOW I’M “ANTI-SILENCE THE TRANQUIL STREET GODDESS GUN-XR” NOW ANSWER THIS QUESTION AM I FIT FOR LIFE IN PRISON INSTEAD OF DEATH ROW AFTER ALL OF THAT MURDA MURDA MURDA!:TRACK LIST:1.SNITCH NORTEÑO HITMAN SUREÑO SUR 13 GANG MEMBER MURDERER.2.FORGET ABOUT HAVING AN ELASTIC SKELETON WANDERING DURING THE HOMILY ON COCAINE HEROIN BAPTIZED YOUR VEINS/THE SILENT SCHEME.3.EXTREMELY WEALTHY/ THE NAME OF THE FEDERAL AGENT BUREAU IN PROBABLY EVERY 1 OF MY MOVIES AND PROBABLY EVERY 1 OF MY SONGS IS ‘IDFZB’ AND IT STAND’S FOR ‘THE INVESTIGATIVE DISTORTED FEDERAL ZONE BUREAU’ (INTERLUDE).4.METAFORA DE COCAINA.5.WHAT YOU WISHED WAS FORGOTTEN IN PERFECT DETAIL/DESIGNED FOR SUCCESS (FT.A SINGER)/PRISON GOLD SMUGGLING.6.PURIFIED BLISS (FT.A SINGER.)7.NUCLEAR CRACKHEAD POP RAP.8.SYRINGE FULL OF NARCOTICS.9.THE ENVIOUS HATE THAT ENDS EVERYTHING/THE MURDA REMEDY/THE AIR WHICH BOTHER’S THE INSIDE OF MY BODY IS ETERNALLY NEW CRACK COCAINE ROCKS I SMOKED/SCHIZOPHRENIA (CRACK-COCAINE SOLUTION RHYTHM AND BLUES)/I’M A HOMOSEXUAL AND THIS SONG IS ABOUT ME AND MY GAY LOVER (A NIGHTMARE WHICH HAPPENED ON DECEMBER 26TH)/NIGGA I’LL WEAR THIS KKK HOODIE SO 1ST SHE GIVE’S ME ORAL SEX THEN I FUCK HER VAGINA WHILE I GRAB HER THROAT CHOKING HER THEN YOU FUCK YOUR PENIS INTO ME ANALLY WITH 6 HUMPS UNTIL YOU CUM AFTER MASTURBATING SO I CAN KEEP MY FEMININITY (INTERLUDE).10.CONTRACT KILLA HYMN (FT.A SINGER.)/MY LONELY AND UNIQUE BUDDHISM (FOR CHRIST’S SAKE ASSASSINATE THE SCIENTOLOGIST FOR THOSE SCIENTOLOGISTS 4X TIMES)/ALLAH IS MY FAR AWAY SECURITY SO MURDER FOR ME YOU MUSLIM EXTREMIST AND DIE FOR ALLAH BECAUSE I PRAISE ALLAH (YOU ARE PLAYING A GAME).11.THE ANTHEM FOR THE RELIGIOUS HAIL OF GUNFIRE/COLLECTION OF MEMORIES/ DIVORCED MEXICAN BLOW UP DOLL NEGRITA ICONIC HIP-HOP.12.ASSEMBLE AMBIENT.13.THE LOVING FEELING IS HOT CHILDHOOD.14.HOUSE NIGGA YOU’LL SOON IMPRESS THE PURE BLOOD RACISTS AND EXPLODE THE STARRY NIGHT/EL LADO SUCIO DE LA NADA QUE TENGO COMO REHÉN A PUNTA DE PISTOLA/KILLING NORTEÑOS.15.SHOOTING THE HOMELESS WITH GUNS FOR SPORT.16.SHTURMOVAYA VINTOKA REVOLYUTSIONNYY REBENOK.17.POSSESS THE RANK YOUR DEATH HAS/A KILLER/EVERYTHING EXACTLY HOW IT GOES (VILLAINOUS BLATANT MODERN SUBLIMINAL DISS RAP)/PRETTY GIRL I’D MURDER FOR YOU HOW I WANT TO FOR MAKING ME HAPPY/A MAN GIVING ME GAY ORAL SEX TO FIX MY FEMININITY MYSTERIOUSLY TRYING TO BE TAMPERED WITH BY JEALOUS MEN SOMEHOW (INTERLUDE).18.I DAMNED THE DEITY WITH MY SNIPER RIFLE WHEN I WAS A CHILD SOLDIER SENT FROM HEAVEN BECAUSE YOU NEARLY BECAME THE DEVIL I BECAME GOD/EMBARRASSED UGLY STUPID SNITCH DEAD NIGGA (VILLAINOUS BLATANT MODERN SUBLIMINAL DISS RAP SEQUEL).19.DISAPPOINTED CRIES LAST A MILLION YEARS (FT.A SINGER.)/IF YOU CAN’T WALK AS A GODLY BEING YOU MUST ACCEPT YOU’RE THE DEVIL AND LET ME SMOKE CRACK-COCAINE AND I’LL INJECT HEROIN.20.MILITANTLY ANTI SEMITIC BEGGAR BUM BALLAD/SERIAL MURDERER VAMPIRE/AN AMERICAN DICTATOR/I DON’T KNOW WHY NOBODY REALLY EXPLAINED IT ALL PUBLICLY YET BEFORE I LEAVE I’M GOING TO PUT A TOY PENIS INTO ME ANALLY ONCE TO MAKE SURE MY FEMININITY STAY’S WITH ME BECAUSE IT GUARD’S ME FROM MYSTERIOUS SOMETIMES STATIC LIKE GLOOM ENGULFING ME SOMEHOW TRYING TO TERRORIZE ME FOR BEING A SECRETLY SEDUCTIVE EXTREMELY NOT HOMOSEXUAL MAN (INTERLUDE).21.HIRED EMOTION KILLER/AFTER NOW WHEN GENIUS AFRICAN CHILD SOLDIERS NAMED THEMSELVES CRIP KILLER/TEQUILA DREAMS/NIGGA YOU MUST LISTEN TO ME I AM A PIMP AND YOU ARE NOT A PROSTITUTE,I AM NOT A STRIPPER,I AM NOT A PROSTITUTE,I AM A PLAYER/ALLAHU AKBAR LITTLE WHITE TEENAGE GIRLS ARE ALWAYS GOING TO BE LIKE HEROIN POWDER FOR ME/PROTECTOR LOVER MUSLIM EXTREMIST ROMANTIC SONG….