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home-at-nine · 8 months ago

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Prologue

"Tigers die and leave their skins; people die and leave their names." - Japanese Proverb

I watch the seconds tick by very... goddamn... slowly. As I look up from my laptop, I see my younger sister at the door. The cursor on the file blinking as I struggle to find the words to express the bullshit that's happened these past few weeks.

"Will's calling you down for dinner"—He pauses for what it feels like an eternity—"Alfred."

"Still not used to that, Frog?"

"I can't believe you went with 'Alfred'."

I close my laptop and begin to get up. "Why not? He's the best comic book character ever. And you don't get to judge,"—I chuckle—"Artemis."

"Fuck you."

"Double fuck you twice."

I close my door behind me and start walking down the stairs. "How about Albert then?"

Artemis follows me down the stairs. I smell the aromas of Will's cooking in the air. I feel the saliva in my mouth pooling like a sea. I turn around and look at my baby sister, "Frog?".

Before she can respond, I rush down the stairs. I wince as the light in the dining room hits my eyes. I look at Will in bewilderment. "How the FUCK are you so perfect, bitch?"

Will's one of my closest friends. His parents died young, so he moved in with his grandparents. They died a couple years ago, when Will turned 19, inheriting the house we're living in now. I love this man with every fibre of my being.

"I don't know, bro. Ask God," He smirked. He has a great smirk.

I go to the sink and wash my hands, looking down to see if the cuts healed. They hadn't.

I sit down at the table and look at the Butter Chicken he just perfectly cooked. "If that's too sweet, I'm putting you in a goddamn headlock."

Got to make sure he knows you don't fuck with the Butter Chicken.

I analyse the food at the table. Garlic naan, achar, and, of course, that perfect smelling Butter Chicken. Surprisingly, it doesn't smell too sweet. Just perfect. Even the restaurants back in India mess that up.

Frog joins us at the table and we begin eating. Despite the boisterous interaction from my bewilderment at Will's ability to cook, there hadn't been much conversation. I regret that. I wish I could talk to him like nothing was wrong. I wish I wasn't locked away in the room he's providing to me, on his dime.

Frog looks to Will, "You got a better name than 'Alfred' in mind? Because I refuse to have an older brother named 'Alfred'. How'd you come up with Will?"

Will took a moment, "Not gonna lie... I was just a big fan of The Ranger's Apprentice. And it was my great-grandfather's name, so I felt doubly comfortable taking that on. Me personally, finding a name was probably the easiest part of the process."

I know where the conversation's heading. I don't have too much I like and I sure as hell ain't naming myself after a historical figure. I spring to change topics, "I'm gonna start looking for work this week.".

Will and Frog pause. Will looks at me with a weird look on his face, "You can take a bit longer, Ch—". He stops himself before he finishes.

He continues, "—Alfred."

I stare at him for a second, chewing my food just a little longer than necessary. I know he wants to help me. Provide for us. But I want to help him too. The tablecloth has a nice texture. Somewhere between rough and soft. A gridded pattern runs across its entirety, rubbing against my fingers as I play with it.

Frog pipes up, "Speaking of... we need a new name. 'Alfred' sucks. I refuse to have a brother named 'Alfred'.". Will and I turn to her and I thank the Almighty for giving me a second to think of what kind of work I could do. Will is smart. Capable. He's taken care of himself without issue. What could I do?

Will cracks a small smile, "How about Atlas?". My head spins to look at him, nearly cracking my neck in whiplash. I've crumpled a little bit of the table cloth. Asshole's making fun of me.

"OOH, ATLAS. I like Atlas."

I can't tell if Frog's playing along or if she genuinely likes the name. Maybe a bit of both.

As my closest friend and my sister decided my name for me, I resigned myself to it. I don't think I'm silly for wanting to step up and help Will. He doesn't have to be a prick about it.

I fold some chicken into my naan as I put it in my mouth, a perfectly balanced blend of spices tickles my tongue. "Motherfucker...", I mutter.

As we finish our dinner, Will and I decide to go upstairs to his room to talk about what to do from here. Although I've been locked away in the room for 2 weeks, not much has happened outside. Our lives remain stagnant. Something we don't mind so much right now.

Will jumps onto his bed and gestures for me to follow. "God, you might give me the wrong idea, you know?" I joke, as I follow him to the bed. Will just gives me a joking smirk as we turn on the TV and turn down the volume to muffle our conversation from my baby sister.

We revel in the silence for a few minutes. No yelling, nothing breaking. Just peace. Will is one of maybe 3 people in the world who can give me this sense of comfort even when things are fully quiet.

But my curiosity breaks the silence,"Why Atlas?". It's not like I didn't know. But I needed to confirm.

"Well, you've always had the weight of the world on your shoulders. I thought it was fitting. Barely been two weeks and you're already trying to be man of the house and help me."

"I can't stay a burden forever, man. Plus—"

"I know. You need work. You don't do well without something to do. How's the journaling?"

"It's been two weeks and I haven't written a fucking word. Writing is bullshit. I'd rather be matter-of-fact. Concise."

"That's funny. You're a yapper."

"I'm not a yapper. You're a yapper, I'm a rambler. And I'm not trying to be 'man of the house'. I just want to earn my keep. Maybe I'll pick up a job with—" I pause, struggling to come up with a name "— Tony Stark...?".

Will doesn't find that funny. "You can take a longer break and figure something out. You have time. And you're smart. You're so good at fixing things. Figuring them out. Talking to people. You could sell sand to a lifeguard at the beach.

"Something with your talents... You've always been good at taking care of problems..."

Will trailed off. He does that when he suddenly remember something. It bothers me to no end, but I forgive him for it because he's pretty.

He continues, "Actually, maybe there's something you can do...".

This motherfucker.

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As the light flickers in the back alley, I reach for my lighter. The voice over the phone is rushed.

He's been using again, that nasty shit. Well, it's not my problem.

As I'm judging this crapstain on the bottom of the society's foot, he speaks up.

"That kid's back in town, Jerry."

I pause. I take a deep breath, hoping my it doesn't sound shaky on the other end of the phone.

"What? Which kid?"

"The crazy one," he said. He sounds really agitated. "Spencer? Spencer Wilson?"

Holy fuck. That bastard's in town? The lights flicker as he says his name. God's being real dramatic right now. Or maybe this kid's the devil incarnate.

"Okay.". I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with smoke. Might need more of this tonight.

"OKAY? Jerry, do you FUCKING remember the people he conned before he skipped town? Do you remember the lives he destroyed before he left town? And on a FUCKING WHIM?"

"And what do you want me to do about it?"

"I told you this would happen," he said. He sounds pissed. What the fuck?

"Those motherfuckers wanted us to pay protection and this kid wanted a fake ID. I didn't think he'd actually fuck with them.". I can't help yelling. This bastard wants to blame me for the situation that little shit put us in?!

"Don't you FUCKIN' yell at ME, Jerry! I own half. You put MY STAKE up and now he might be coming for it. I own that building too. I OWN YO—"

Oh look, my finger slipped to the end call button. Whoopsie.

I feel the cigarette burning my fingers as the flame nears the filter. I drop it and pull out another one.

"Fuck...".

#literature #lgbtq #philosophy #mental health #original story #fiction #found family #hero's journey #travel #romance #wip

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blackgirlsneedjesus · 10 months ago

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Glory, to Glory to Glory, to Glory...

So this morning Abba had me sit down and read 1 Chronicles 14 Titled (God's Blessing on David)

Babyyyyy, when I say it was on point with the word He gave me on Friday after I had smashed my man's (well, ex mans...well I was a sidepiece, well whatever.) friend. I could not have been more mortified that as a holy girl I was out acting like a toothy girl. Like what in the real as.. you know the rest. I had such a hard time coping because The Lord revealed to me a year and a half ago that this man was my husband but, that our journey was not going to be one of ease. I struggled with it. Told Abba "Uh Uh get somebody else to do it." But, after Him showing all that this man would grow to be and how one day he would be mine I decided to stick it out. This lil telenovela life of mine stays doing the absolute most but, turns out after I trauma bled all over Friday's entree (A tall a** fine a** white boy with neck braids...IDk, I am low key dying to see what his hair looks like outside of those braids.) Girl, I found out a I actually like this man. We had a little Jesus talk && rode and praised and worshipped and listened to a sermon. He told me he could tell I was a holy girl and I just wish that I could get to him faster b/c the Lord said I get to have some fun. He revealed to me over and over again that it was time for me to start dating but, I didn't want to leave my husband but, baby this is gonna be fun. Hey No Pain, NO Gain (at least that's what this sticker says on the laptop beside me that is not my own. cracking up. But, seriously..I'll leave the verse here but, Abba told me that it's not going to be an easy task because, I am not the only competitive one in this house. Hubby is also on the "Nah, I ain't fitna have that side." But, I'm on the "Heeeyyy, be nice boo." We just went through the most and you are not going to let me be happy without you. I'll snitch on you. cracking up. I won't I'll definitely try not to be that catty but, I am most def fitna not pull an Indygo 2011. Cause 2011 did the thang and the thing was hanging...I typed thangin auto correct said hanging...that too.

But, if God is gonna give me a 1 Chronicles 14 kind of King David victory then, I'm on it. *

#bible #Bgnj

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askmyocsandrpwiththem · 1 year ago

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"I mean... That looks like a lot to maintain, and I ain't too good with tech shit... I ain't even got a phone..." She mumbles, bending forwards and flipping her braids over her head, starting the struggle of putting her braids back into her mask. "I didn't even bother getting a laptop for classes, ain't like autocorrect is gonna do me any good when I don't listen or can't understand when I do"

Onyx swings through the city streets, much more confident in her movements than when she first started out though her timing is still delayed as if second guessing her spider sense with every web. She sticks to the side of a brick building to catch her breath and take in the autumn sights. It was starting to get cold out and she'd need to think of ways to keep warm in her costume without bulking it up too much or making it from unbreathable fabrics. As it were, she'd already made a lot of changes to it, making it more uniform, adding gliders under her arms so if she makes a mistake while swinging she won't hit the ground right away, and she changed the belts and skirt a bit to be more spider themed. The mask changed the most, going from a drippy makeup like look to a spiderweb look around the eyes, even her hood was less chunky with better seems now. Once she's caught her breath she continues on her patrol, having skipped classes at college once again looking for crimes in progress to help out with. She'd much rather risk her life than humiliate herself trying to do math or read a dumb textbook at the cheapest community college in the area

“Oh hey Onyx!” Miles exclaimed as he swung next to her. “Look at you! Looks like my advice helped! And I like what you’ve done with your suit!”

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fiddler-sticks · 3 years ago

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Third Wheel Race

Summary: Jack goes on a ✨secret mission✨ to distract his boyfriend from overwhelming schoolwork, and drags Race along with him

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-Modern AU-

"Remind me why I have to go with you again?"

"Because we told Medda we were going on a walk, and David's window is too high up for me to reach on my own."

"You know she would've just let you go over to his house if you just asked."

"Yeah, I know, but where's the fun in that!"

Jack and Race were walking through town on a mission. Well, Jack was on a mission, and Race was just along for the heck of it. Well that, and Jack kind of dragged him along, but we're not gonna talk about that.

"Why can't you just walk through the door? His parents already know," Race said.

"He's working on some big essay, and they might not let me in in order to 'not distract him'," Jack said, using air quotes. "Thing is, he's working himself too hard. He won't answer any of my phone calls or texts, and he acts like a zombie at school. I'm worried about him."

"Maybe you're just being annoying. You annoy me to no end."

Jack deadpanned. "Thanks."

"You're welcome!" Race said cheerily. "So what are you gonna do when we get there? Throw rocks at his window and break it?"

"No," Jack scoffed. "I'm gonna get on your back and knock on it."

"You didn't say anything about you getting on my back! I am a delicate human being, and you cannot just do that to me!" Race pouted. "And what if he has headphones on and can't hear you?"

"Then we'll try the front door. He doesn't work with headphones on though. It's either no music or through speakers."

"I ain't going to the front door if he doesn't answer. I'm running home and leaving you on your own."

"Fine. I don't think it'll come to that though."

"It better not," Race grumbled.

"Look, here we are!"

"Oh goody."

"Quit your griping, and c'mon!"

The two boys quietly ran up to the Jacobs' house, and slunk through the shadows to the back where David's window was.

Jack looked around on the ground, dragging his shoe through the dirt.

"I thought you said you weren't gonna throw rocks!" Race hissed.

"Fine, I won't then if you're so desperate for me to get on your back."

Race swore under his breath, but stomped over to the side of the house underneath the window, putting one hand on it to steady himself. "Just get on already."

"Thanks, Racer. You're the best."

"Ain't that the truth. You lovebirds better make this worth my while soon."

After much struggling, Jack managed to get on Race's shoulders (piggyback wasn't enough height), and knocked on Davey's window.

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Davey's face was scrunched up, deep in thought as he stared at his laptop screen, when he heard knocking coming from his window. Perplexed, he got up to investigate, thankful for something real distracting him.

When he pulled up the shade, he was surprised to see his boyfriend on the other side of the glass. He pushed up the window.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a low voice, confusion on his face.

"I came to see you, isn't that obvious?" Jack said.

Davey rolled his eyes. "You couldn't've just used the front door?"

"Exactly what I said!" a voice said that David couldn't see.

Jack looked down. "Shut up, Racer," he said. David laughed.

"Of course you had to rope Race into this."

"You better be thankful!" Race quietly called up.

"Racer. Quiet," Jack said again, and Davey heard a quiet pout before it went silent.

"Now, answer my question," Davey said. "Why are you here?"

"Can't a guy just go see his boyfriend?" asked Jack.

Davey stared at him.

"Fine. You weren't answering anything I sent you, and you seem like you're running on caffeine alone at school, so I came to check on ya."

Davey sighed. "I'm trying to write a big essay for the end of school, and it's not going as well as I hoped."

"Well, maybe I can take your mind off'a that," Jack said with a wink.

Davey blushed.

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Meanwhile, Race was busying himself with memorizing the side of the house, inch by inch, trying not to listen to what the lovebirds above him were saying. His back was starting to hurt though, so he let go of Jack with one hand, and pulled out his phone. Too bad he didn't think to bring earbuds.

He was contentedly reading fanfiction, when he felt Jack pull his hair, and realized he'd let Jack slip down his back a good bit. He hoisted Jack back up to let them continue... whatever they were doing. Race shuddered. He didn't want to know.

Especially when Jack leaned down and told him to be still, sounding like he was out of breath.

Yeah, Race REALLY didn't want to know what they were doing.

When he checked his phone though and saw the time, both he and his back were greatly relieved.

"Jack, it's almost 7. We gotta get back," he called up.

After a few seconds of hearing almost nothing, he tried again. "Jack, c'mon! Before Medda gets suspicious," he tacked on.

A few more seconds went by, but then he heard Jack grumbling from above him.

"Yeah, okay, I heard ya the first time."

"Okay, I'm setting you down now," Race warned.

"Be careful!" David called, and Race rolled his eyes.

After Jack was safely on the ground, he smirked, and called out, "When am I ever not careful!"

"More times than I can count on my fingers and toes," Davey shot back.

"Fair. C'mon, Jack. We gotta go. This was supposed to be a walk around town, not 'I'm gonna suck my boyfriend's face and drag my brother along'."

"Bye Davey!" Jack called, then glared at Race.

"By Jack!" A few seconds. "And Race."

"Glad to know I'm appreciated," Race said with a roll of his eyes.

Jack elbowed him in the side.

"Hey!"

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This is based off this fanart that @kodzimon made :))

#newsies #newsies fanfiction #javid #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #david jacobs #davey jacobs #berry's fanfiction #yes i made race a fanfic reader deal with it #i put this on wattpad and ao3 if y'all wanna go leave kudos or vote on it #i'll probably put in on fanfic.net at some point

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turtle-steverogers · 3 years ago

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modern day steve having to write some paper for a publicity thing and beating his head against the desk before going to make pancakes in hopes of bribing bucky to write it for him

CASS SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU READ MY MIND

Bc bc okay SO Steve's obviously the artist, but Bucky's truly the writer between them, and that goes beyond Bucky naturally being able to formulate professional and creative sounding writing pieces a little more naturally than Steve. And that's not to say Steve can't sound professional and creative and absolutely impactful-- I mean, look at his speeches. It's just that when it comes to putting pen to paper?? It's hard.

And part of that I take from Steve's rocky education path when he was younger. Between constant sickness and a level of poverty that Bucky's family didn't quite reach, I imagine Steve kinda was in and out of school a lot, so some basics of writing and grammar were sort of lost in translation. Which is more than okay! It doesn't say anything about his actual intelligence level, he just had a weird schooling experience. Anyway, because of that, writing for him is just a bit of a barrier, because he feels like he's missing some basics and he can't quite get the sentences to flow correctly or the punctuation to line up and it's understandably frustrating, which makes it even harder to find motivation.

So of course, there he is, in front of his computer. Typing things. Erasing them. Running his hands through his hair and groaning and sidetracking to youtube to watch cat compilations, or wikipedia to fall down a rabbit hole about fish or something (he can now tell you the origin of betta fish, by the way) until he finally gives up and dramatically slinks to Bucky in the kitchen with his laptop.

Bucky, of course, knows he struggles with this, but he also knows when to push Steve a little and this is definitely one of those times.

So he's like, "I ain't gonna write it for you, pal, but talk to me. Get out what's in your head, and then we can work on putting that on paper." and he encourages Steve to just get down his thoughts, then sits with him and helps him organize it and get it into paragraphs and check for grammar and punctuation and it takes maybe five hours and lots of frustrated Stevie and patient Bucky eating sun chips while looking over his shoulder, but they get it done! And when it's published, Bucky gives Steve a little kiss on the cheek and a soft, "I'm real proud of you, sweetheart."

And Steve gives a proud little smile and he's like, "Thanks:D"

Anyway yeah. This

#stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #soup tag #SOUPPPPP #swell soup #stucky headcanon

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sheerbeautyreigns · 4 years ago

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DESIRE

Part 54

"You will not embarrass me again. Understand?"

Later that evening, Joe and Paul arrived at the arena. Paul had a couple of last minute meetings and Joe had pre recorded both of his segments. Even though he wasn’t fighting, he decided to stick around for the draft. Paul would be staying on too. He and a few others stood around a screen in gorilla position watching the first picks. Vince, Shane, Stephanie and Paul were nearby. Joe had to avoid looking at Paul too often in case he would be noticed. He couldn’t fail to when he was chosen for Smackdown in the first round. He had been on Raw for four years. Paul could see both the shock and annoyance in his eyes, even though he was trying so hard to overshadow it with a smile since the McMahons were around. He also caught Drew’s uneasy expression. The first pick for Raw was Colby. He exchanged a look with Joe as if to say ‘This is bullshit.’ Joe looked at Paul again, shaking his head slightly. Paul looked at him as if to say ‘What do you want me to do?’ Drew was the next pick for Smackdown. He placed his hand on Joe’s shoulder and said lowly “Looks like you won’t be getting rid of me that easily.” Colby shook his head and shuffled off towards the emergency exit. Joe made his excuses to leave a couple of minutes later. Paul watched as he went off in the same direction but was unable to follow as he was in conversation with Vince.

Colby was just finishing up on a call when Joe appeared outside the emergency exit. “Man, I’m so pissed off.” He said resting his hands on his hips. “Me too. I can’t believe it, after all this time. I mean, Paul mentioned a couple of weeks ago that there could be the prospect of going to Smackdown but then he also said that we may have a wild card rule. This sucks.” Joe sighed, pacing nearby.

“Do you think Paul had anything to do with it?” Colby asked speculatively. “I dunno man, it was him and the McMahons. I know they needed a big shake up on Smackdown with FOX and all but…I dunno.” At that moment, Joe’s phone rang. It was Paul. He sighed and answered. “Where are you?” His tone was authorative.

“I’m outside talking to Colby.” Colby eyed him, swallowing. “I’m going back to the hotel. I’ll be waiting in the car in 5 minutes.” He ended the call.

“What did he say?” Colby asked. “He’s leaving in 5 minutes. Sounds pissed. If anyone should be pissed, it should be me.”

“Hey man, look this sucks, not getting to see each other much anymore but we’ll be fine.” Colby tried to console him. “It won’t be the same.” Joe frowned. “I know, I know. I’m gonna miss you.” Colby replied. “Come here…” He pulled Joe into a hug. Joe wanted to hold on longer. “You’d best get outta here.” Joe nodded. Colby could see the glassy look in his eyes. He watched as Joe disappeared into the building.

Paul started the car as Joe got in. The young man looked at him as he put his seat belt on but Paul stared ahead as he pulled out. “Are you mad?” Joe couldn’t bear the silence. He had to say something.

“Do I seem mad?” Again, Paul didn’t look at him. “Yeah you do. You won’t even look at me...” Joe was cautious about saying too much. “Since when is this relationship about doing things that you want to do, huh? Last time I checked, I was the one in control here.” Paul responded leading Joe to scowl as he looked out into the passing traffic. “Well?”

“Yeah.” Joe frowned. “Excuse me? YEAH? That is NOT how you address me-”

“YES SIR!” Joe retorted, clearly in a huff. “I swear to God, that training ain't done you shit.” Paul growled. Joe’s face hardened. His teeth gritted. Paul pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, settling near the entrance. He got out of the car first and walked into the hotel, not bothering to wait for Joe. The young man could feel his blood boiling as he grabbed his bag from the car and pursued him. He had never been like this before. Joe followed him into the elevator. “Why are you being like this? If anyth-”

“Shut up. You will speak only when spoken to from now on.” Paul said firmly. Joe swallowed as his heart thumped in his chest. He knew he was in trouble. Hesitantly, Joe followed him out of the elevator and up the hallway. Paul tilted his head, holding the hotel room door open for Joe to enter. The young man hesitated and looked Paul in the eye. “Go on.” Joe had a horrible feeling in his gut as he walked into the suite they had enjoyed just hours before. Paul closed the door and took off his jacket. He set it over the back of a nearby chair while Joe set his bag down. He was afraid to walk any further in. “Take your clothes off.”

Joe did as told, watching as Paul took out a bottle of whiskey from the mini bar and poured himself a glass, adding some ice. He took a seat at his laptop, taking a couple of sips. “Kneel.” Joe swallowed, lowering to the ground, crossing his wrists over behind his back, his head up looking into the space before him. All he could hear was the odd sip of the whiskey and the tapping of keys from his laptop. This lasted for about 10 – 15 minutes. His legs were now starting to hurt, as was his back. Paul noticed him shuffling as little as he could but he continued typing.

Joe tried to fathom how this had come to be. Things between them had been great earlier in the day. Great sex, relaxing afternoon with room service. Why was he so pissed off now. He could feel his eyes getting heavy and he tried hard to stifle a yawn. “Tired?”

“Yes Sir.” He replied timidly. A small smile crossed Paul’s face as he rose from the chair holding his glass. He walked into the ensuite and ran some water. Moments later, Joe was shocked by the splash of cold water of his face. He gasped and coughed, rubbing the water away. “What are you doi-?” Joe tried to ask before Paul clutched his jaw aggressively. “I said you will speak only when spoken to.” His eyes met Paul’s. He was scared for the first time in a while. He clutched Paul’s wrists with a look of desperation on his face as he still held his jaw. “You didn’t think I’d notice huh?” Confusion filled Joe eyes. “You didn’t think I’d find out about you still fucking around with Drew?” Oh shit. Joe now knew. Before he could speak, Paul grabbed him by the hair firmly and proceeded to slap him across the face.

“If it weren’t for you being on TV on Friday, I’d beat the shit outta you.” He growled getting right in Joe’s face, angrily. “I don’t know-aaaargh please” Joe tried again as Paul fisted and pulled at his hair. “Don’t you fucking deny it boy. I’ve seen the texts, the calls back and forth. Did you fuck him on Monday!?” Tears sprang to Joe eyes. He couldn’t hide it now. This was it. “Tell me!” Paul knew he had him now. “I’m sorry. Please Paul, you have to believe me…” Paul let go of him, effectively shoving him to the ground.

The older man instantly mounted him, placing his hand firmly around his neck. “Please! Paul please…I’m sorry!” He cried, struggling to get his words out. Paul eventually let go and got off Joe. The young man coughed and spluttered, retreating against the nearby wall. He started to sob uncontrollably as Paul watched, hands balled into fists. He wanted to hurt him so bad right now but he left the suite instead.

Paul returned just after 12am. The light was still on in the room. Joe’s bag was still sat in the same spot. Was he still here? He paused walking further into the living area, only to see him lying in a fetal position on the same spot on the floor near his laptop. He swallowed at the sight. As he got closer, he could see that he was sound asleep, covered in goosebumps. Paul always kept the air conditioning on. He looked over his naked body, curled up facing the wall and went into the bedroom. He took the blanket from the bottom of the bed and lightly draped it over him.

He hated him but he wasn’t gonna let him freeze like that. He watched him for a moment before he grabbed a cushion from the sofa and gently slid it under his head.

Paul undressed and climbed into the plush, King sized bed and lay in the darkness. As tired as he was, he still couldn’t sleep. All he kept thinking about was the man in the next room, sleeping on the floor. His heart swelled at the very thought but he couldn’t give in. He had betrayed him yet again. He turned onto his side and eventually fell asleep with tears in his eyes.

It was almost 9am when Joe eventually woke. His right arm ached since he’d been sleeping on his side on the floor, no less all night. A groan escaped his dry throat. Confusion crossed his face when he felt the blanket and pillow. The sound of tapping and the smell of coffee filled his senses. He started to sit up, only to realise that Paul was sat at his laptop. He was wearing a white hotel bathrobe. An overwhelming sense of dread filled him. Joe looked at him timidly.

“Thanks for the…” He muttered, motioning at the blanket. “I couldn’t let you freeze.” He said coldly. “There’s still some coffee left here.” He eyed the cafetiere on the side board. “OK thank you.” Joe bowed his head with appreciation and stood, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders. It draped around his body. Paul eyed his hands as he took a cup and started pouring the coffee. They were shaking. Paul got up and took both the cafetiere and cup from him. “Your hands are shaking. You”ll burn yourself.” There was an edge of concern in his voice. Joe knew he didn’t deserve it. The older man filled the cup for him “Have a seat on the sofa.” Joe did as told clutching onto the blanket, trying to stop his hands from shaking. Paul set the cup down on the table in front of him. “Thank you.” He said lowly. He hovered for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but he was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. Joe watched as he answered it and went out to the balcony, sliding the door behind him.

Joe took the cup and drank what he could before setting it down again. He buried his face in his hands, trying to pull himself together as his eyes welled up. This was it. The last time and he had nobody to blame but himself. He’d already admitted to sleeping with Drew. Nothing had happened with Colby but it made no difference. In the midst of his thoughts, Paul came back in. Joe stood and looked at him. Paul could see he’d been crying again. “Is it OK if I have a quick shower before I go?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Paul said looking a little taken aback, as much as he tried to hide it. “I’m surprised you didn’t leave last night.” He muttered. “I should have, I’m sorry. It was late…I won”t be long.” He excused himself, set the blanket on the sofa and went in to the ensuite.

Paul perched against the desk he had been sat at and pursed his lips. He couldn’t believe this was happening again. He knew Joe had been having his problems with his anxiety lately but he never imagined he’d make the mistake of sleeping with someone else again, not after what happened with Colby weeks ago. He hated to admit it but he could no longer trust him and it would have to end. He sighed lowly and stepped out to balcony again for some fresh air. He felt sick to his stomach at the thought of Joe leaving for good this time. He distracted himself by taking in the amazing view of San Francisco. He immediately thought of the amazing views they were going to share in LA but that was ruined now. He shook his head as tears stung his eyes.

Joe stood by the sink blow drying his hair when Paul appeared at the door frame. He turned the dryer off. “Sorry about the noise.” His hair was almost dry so it would do.

“It’s OK.” Joe turned to face him, hesitantly padding towards where Paul stood. He moved back into the living room area allowing Joe to go about his business. The young man went into the bedroom and went about getting dressed and packing his case. “Have you booked a flight?” Joe looked up from his case, which was spread out in front of him. “Err no, not yet. I still need to figure out…”

“Well, you’ll be at Staples Centre on Friday. Are you just gonna stay on the West Coast? It’s hardly worth your while flying home and back…” Paul suggested folding his arms as he stood on the other side of the bed. “I’ll figure something out. I have some relatives in LA. Might be a good opportunity to visit.” Paul pursed his lips and watched him finish packing his bag. He swallowed, watching as he took the case in his hand and moved out to the living area. He retrieved the few items he had in the ensuite and packed them up while Paul looked on. “Since we were due to drive down to LA tomorrow morning, why don’t you just wait?” Joe’s eyes trailed over to Paul’s. “I…I’m not sure It’s a good idea.”

“I’m going there anyway.” Paul shrugged. “I just want to get out of your way. It’s already awkward enough. Thanks though. I’m sure I’ll get a flight OK.”

At that moment Paul looked online to see what was available. “Well, the next one isn’t available until tomorrow night. You might as well just stay here and come with me in the morning.” Joe felt uneasy. “Well, if you don’t mind? I can make myself scarce today and-”

“It’s OK. I’ve got nothing to do. Just a couple of Zoom meetings for NXT. Chill out.” He said taking a seat at his laptop again. All he did was work. Joe was a little relieved but he wondered why Paul had softened a little.

“I don’t know why but, you don’t have to do this.” Joe said softly. “I know I don’t.” Paul assured him.

“Why then?” Joe cursed himself for pushing this but he needed to know. “You know what, I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because I pity you. I know you’ve been having some issues lately and your head’s messed up…” He let out. Joe lowered his head. That hurt. It was the truth though. He turned away before Paul could see the tears escaping his eyes but it was already too late. He retreated to the bedroom with Paul in tow. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.”

“I’m such a mess.” Joe sobbed, perching at the bottom of the bed. Paul lowered in front of him, clutching his face. “You should’ve just let me go last time. I didn’t deserve another chance with you.”

“Well, I think we both know that now. You need some time to properly sort yourself out. I want you to get better.” Paul said stroking his face, looking into his eyes. The young man sniffled as he wiped away his tears.

“I will.” He nodded “Look, just relax OK. I’m gonna get on with some work. Why don’t you just nap in the bed for a while. I can’t imagine the floor was comfortable at all.” Paul stood, walking to the doorway.

“No.” Joe agreed “Paul?” He turned around “Yeah?” Joe’s voice was soft. “Thank you.”

Joe awoke to Paul’s chatter in the living room. The bedroom door was closed and he could tell that he was trying to be quiet. He didn’t have to be. After all, it was his room and Joe should have been long gone. He reminded himself that he didn’t deserve Paul and that thought made him feel worse about sleeping in his super comfortable bed in the best hotel in San Francisco. It was 4:30pm. He couldn’t believe he had slept that long. With that, he got out of the bed, threw on some comfortable black jogging bottoms, a grey tank top and a hoodie. Paul had finished up his call by the time Joe appeared. He was sat at his laptop. He looked up from the screen and rubbed his eyes. “Did you sleep OK?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe the time. Did you get on OK with your meetings?” Joe asked hovering by the sofa. “Yeah good. It’s mainly prep for the next Takeover. Are you going out?”

“I was just gonna go for a walk, get some food. We’re not that far from Chinatown so…”

“That sounds good, mind if I join? I could do with some fresh air after looking at this screen all day.” Paul asked. “Of course not.” Joe answered softly.

Paul got up from the desk and changed into something more leisurely. In all the time they had been together, this was the first time that they had gone out in public together. Obviously, if would be different this time. No holding hands, no sweet nothings, no kissing. The thought of it hit the bottom of Joe’s stomach.

The thought of not doing any of that with him anymore. He made himself content with Paul’s small talk about work and San Francisco. They settled on a Noodle bar in Chinatown. Since it was a Tuesday night, it wasn’t too busy and they were able to get a nice booth in the back. The food was delicious and Joe could have had more. He was famished after not eating all day. When they were walking back to the hotel, Paul’s phone rang. It was Michael. Joe caught a glimpse, to which Paul noticed.

“I don’t mind if you wanna get that.” Joe told him. “I don’t wanna speak to him. He probably just wants to gloat about his plans for tomorrow night.” Paul dismissed. “I’m sure he’ll tell me in person anyway.”

“Well it’ll be nice for you to see your friends. Have some fun.” Joe suggested, trying to lighten his mood. “To be honest, there’s no point in going now. I was mainly going as I wanted you to meet some people, get more of a feel for the scene and…” Paul shuffled looking down at the ground. “You should still go. You might not get a chance for a while.”

“Nah, I just wanted to go with you.” He could hear the disappointment in Paul’s voice. He had been looking forward to this for weeks. Joe felt bad. “I’m sorry.”

“It is what it is. There’ll be another time. It’s just not good right now.” Joe felt helpless. “Well, at least think about it. I know your friends would want to see you.” Paul forced a smile as they arrived back at the hotel. “What are you planning on doing in LA over the next few days?” Joe changed the subject.

“I don’t know.” They got into the elevator. “I had planned on having some downtime with you. I have a nice suite booked at the Intercontinental. You?”

“I’m not sure yet. I still haven”t heard back from my cousin. He’s pretty flakey so I’ll probably just book somewhere when I get back to the room.” They exited the elevator and walked down the hallway. Paul unlocked the door and allowed Joe to step in first. “Probably won’t be as nice as the Intercontinental with this timing.” Joe checked his phone. He had a text from his cousin. “Aah, he’s away for work. My cousin.”

“Look, if it’ll be a problem finding somewhere, I don’t mind you staying with me?” Paul lowered to the sofa and switched on the TV.

“That’s nice of you but I couldn’t. I’m already imposing enough.” Joe started sitting on the other end. “You’re not imposing. I wouldn’t have offered of I didn’t mean it.”

“I don’t know how I’m still here to be honest considering you wanted to kill me last night. I never did deserve you. If I could take it back, I would in a heartbeat.” Paul could see how torn up Joe was about this. “What made you do it?”

Joe sighed deeply sitting forward. “I guess the big one was insecurity. I was scared of never knowing where I stand with you. Sometimes you can change so fast.”

“I have been trying to work on that.” Paul started. “I know. You know I’ve doubted myself before…I just felt at ease with Drew. I don’t worry about impressing him. I know you don’t want to hear that.” The room fell silent. “Do you love him?”

“No,” Joe looked at Paul. “I love you. I could never stop loving you no matter what.” Joe could feel tears coming to his eyes again. Paul could too. “I’ll be honest with you Paul. Despite how messed up it can be at times, this is probably the best relationship I’ve ever had with anyone. I know how stupid that might sound because It’s not even been a few months but, It’s different.” Paul sighed moving closer. “I hate myself so much because I fucked up so bad when all this time, all I wanted to do was please you. I’m such a mess.” Joe palmed away the tears but they just kept coming.

Paul shifted closer to him and put his arms around him. “Hey, you’re not a mess c’mon. I don’t want to see you like this.” He tilted Joe’s head and looked into his teary eyes. Paul kissed him on the forehead and trailed down to his lips. Joe could feel his bottom lip tremble at his touch. They stopped and looked into each others eyes before Paul kissed him properly this time. Joe gently took hold of Paul’s wrists and looked him in the eye as if to ask ‘Are you sure?’

“I don’t want you to ever be insecure when it comes to me. You know how much I love you. I need to trust you. Just as much as you’ve put your trust in me over the last two months.” Joe nodded, sniffling. “This is it now if you want another chance. No more fuck ups. I need you to completely submit yourself to me.” Joe’s stomach was filled with knots at those words. “Yes Sir, I will.”

Paul stood as Joe held onto his wrist, looking up at him with hope in his teary eyes. “Give me your phone.” Joe handed it to him. “This is the only way going forward, no more sneaking around behind my back. There will be no more contact with Drew.” Joe watched as he pressed a few keys, his stomach dropping as he did this. “From now on, I will be watching your every move. You will not embarrass me again.”

“No Sir, I promise.” Joe bowed his head as Paul dropped the phone down next to him. “Tomorrow night, I will make an example out of you. You’ll learn what it means to truly submit to me.” Paul said firmly. “Yes Sir.” Joe voluntarily lowered to the ground, kneeling before him.

#roman reigns #wwe #tribal chief #roman reigns fic #smut #fanfiction #d/s #drew mcintyre #paul levesque

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 86)

"Lover"

@lovemythsworld

@creatureofthen1ght-v3

@crystalbaby12

Playing with Colson's padlock around her neck, Luna looks through the mess of lyrics she has scrawled throughout the pages of her notebook. Her guitar sits in her crossed legs as she swigs the handle of Jack. A lighter, her cigarettes, phone, a tin case of joints, ashtray and random other objects litter the bed around her.

Luna strums lightly, trying to figure out the bridge. Softening her voice, she tries to play it out.

🎼They say//If you dress//Like This//It means//You want It//So//IIII//Can take from//Yooou🎶

Luna continues strumming the chords. Imagining the sound of the bass and light drumming in her mind.

🎶They think//If you act//Like That//It means//You want it//And//I'llllll//Do what//I want//Toooo🎶

Luna rips a solo she has running through her brain. The bass and drums slamming together through her head afterwards.

"Fuck... I need a bassist." She talks into the air.

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Colson hangs out on The Bus for a bit. Playing Call of Duty, burning and drinking as beer bottles empty and shot glasses are passed.

He shoots the shit with Sam. It being the first time they've had a chance to get to know each other. Both having a lot in common with their musical tastes and life experiences, being around the same age and struggling as lower middle class kids with no solid parents. Colson not realizing how long Sam and Luna have been friends or even that Sam is her only drummer. Let alone a musician at all.

"Fuck, Dude. I'm sorry. I knew you had to have some type of substance to be able to run wit Loons... But damn, I undercut you majorly." Colson admits. "You really stick a dude tonight?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Sam dismisses him as she swigs her beer.

Colson nods with a chuckle. Immediately thinking of Luna. His Brooklyn Bitch.

"You two HAVE been friends for a long time." He smirks.

"Longer than most." Sam swigs her beer again, not fully sure on Colson.

"I can tell. You seem just as ferocious as she is." He says with a wide grin. "Imma go catch her... You enjoy." He smiles at Sam before disappearing off into the back of The Bus.

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"Enh... At least he didn't try to fuck me." Sam thinks of all the other male musicians that have crossed her path. Bestfriend's boyfriends or not. Some dudes have no fucking cooth. "Maybe there is hope for them..." Sam considers for the first time since her poor first impression of Colson in NY

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Luna's propped against the wall at the head of the bed. She's knocked out, guitar still in hand. Belongings in a disarray.

Colson can't help but chuckle again as he admires her. He truly loves her. Her maniacalness, her creativity, and her passion for what and whom she loves.

As he cleans her things off the bed, he finds her lyrics.

"Damn, yo...... She spits the illest shit... And on Ellen..? Fuck." Colson thinks admiring Luna's craft and steel pussy of bravery.

He finishes putting everything aside before gently taking her guitar. Knowing she'll probably move, she does.

"Baby...." She murmurs sleepily as she cuddles into the pillow.

"Baby? She hates Baby?" Colson thinks with his head cocked.

Biting the sides of his mouth, he sets Luna's guitar down. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he watches her sleep curled up like a cat.

"Chill the FUCK out, Kells." He tells himself. His heart is racing. She's NEVER called him Baby.

Colson lights a joint while still watching Luna. He's not sure what he's jealous of and is trying to shake it off. Puffing hard, he drops his heavy pants with a THUD.

Luna doesn't move.

"Fucking Sleeping Beauty...." He thinks snidely, hoping but knowing his pants wouldn't wake her.

Joint in his mouth, Colson pulls the blankets down from under Luna. She shifts as he climbs in, covering her with him.

Snuggling up close, she breathes out a whiskey stained "Mmmm... Lover..." As she reaches for him.

"Who THE FUCK is Lover, Luna?!?" He can't hold back any longer as he jolts back out of the bed.

The sound of her name pops Luna's intoxicated head up. Taking a minute to focus her eyes and brain.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asks groggily.

"I can't call you Babe or Baby Girl but you're off mumbling Baby and Lover in your fucking sleep??" Colson unloads.

Luna's drunken head is unsteady on her shoulders. She's not sure Why she's getting yelled at and is quietly taking the moment to decide whether to fuck shit up or cradle whatever the fuck is going on with her dumbass partner right now.

She tries the latter.

"What are you talking about?" Her sleepy, unamused eyes ask again.

"Who the fuck you dreaming about?" Colson spits out.

This wakes Luna RIGHT up.

"WHAT?" She asks, sitting up.

"Who the fuck is Baby and Lover? I ain't fucking Baby or Lover..." Colson cocks his head back.

"What.The.FUCK. Are you talking about because right now, you sound like a fucking psycho." Luna states.

Colson isn't making any sense to her.

"You said it in your SLEEP!!" He shouts, frustrated.

"Hold up. Wait." Luna puts her hand up.

Looking at Colson, she's starting to comprehend this stupid situation she's found herself in.

"Gimme that fucking joint." She states with her eyebrows furrowed.

Colson passes it to her.

"Fuck......" He thinks, knowing from her tone, he done Fucked Up. Bracing himself for her unleveling.

Luna hits the half a joint he passed to her. Eyeballing him. Her hands start flittering around as she speaks. Smoke from the joint swirling around her.

"YOU woke me the FUCK up on some Kitty BooBoo name bullshit I said in my SLEEP!!?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB-DUMB OR ARE YOU BEN STILLER FROM TROPIC THUNDER DUMB!!??" Luna shouts.

She places the joint between her lips. Running her hands over her eyes and forehead as she pulls hard on it as it hangs in her mouth as she exhales. Inhaling, she pulls on it again, before taking it away between her two fingers. Finally raising her eyes to his.

"You realize, you're on some fuck shit right now, right? And if you don't stop I'm gonna fucking kill you. So, how bout we both survive, you shut the fuck up and get in this fucking bed with me. Now."

Luna gives Colson One Look. It's One of many that says a multitude of things.

"WHO'S your fucking Baby?" He tests with a scowl.

Luna gives him The Most Annoyed look EVER as she hits the joint. Glaring at him as she exhales and stomps it out.

"YOU are my fucking Baby. My Babe. My Boo. My fucking Bae. Holy Fucking Shit, I think the correct terminology at this point, is my fiancé. Real talk? YOU'RE MY FUCKING ASSHOLE right now though." Luna's hands fly out with her words now. "And if you don't get in this fucking bed...." Luna threatens Colson as she strips off her pants and bra. Leaving on only a T and her panties.

"THIS fucking bitch with her fucking black." Colson thinks, trying not to want the treat enticing him inside their bed.

"You're such a fucking cunt." Colson states firmly as he climbs in with her.

Pulling Luna against his hard dick by her hips. He slips his hands down her dark panties.

"And a wet fucking whore." He claims.

Licking his fingers, while flipping her on her back. Not giving a fuck about her wound.

"Who's fucking Whore?" Luna coaxes.

Taking her shirt off as he rips the black cotton down and off her legs.

Pushing her thighs up, Colson presses his mouth against Luna's. Forcing his tongue and cock inside of her at the same time.

Gasping for air, she takes them both. Hands gripping Colson's ass as he delves deeper into her. Mouth sucking on his lips and tongue as her body succumbs to him.

Colson has complete control over Luna's body. Pinning both arms above her as he rocks himself into her warm inner body.

With one leg around his waist, the other tangled in his leg, Luna pushes her hips into his deep thrusts. Taking him farther inside of her.

"You do what I fucking say." He taunts as he grips her wrist tighter.

All this does is interest Luna's pussy even more. Held down, her hips buck drunkenly.

Colson's wing span is long enough to hold both Luna's wrists securely and place a firm grip on her wild hip. Holding her down, he sucks fiercely on her neck and face as he pounds his dick into her.

The submissive side of her kicking in, Luna let's go. Allowing her Lover to take whatever he wants. Moaning in pleasure as he handles her however he desires. Flipping and moving her into any position he likes. Always hitting all of her spots like an expert.

Colson prefers when they cum together but tonight, he's on a mission. Working her off four times before gripping her body hard.

"Say it." He demands as he fucks her, not being able to hold off any longer.

Luna shifts her hips into Colson. Pressing him deep inside of her. Clenching her walls around him. Clawing his back.

"Mmmphmmm... FUCK, Baby. You're my fucking LOVERRRR!!" Luna moans into his ear as she cums for a fifth time.

Satisfied with his work, Colson's body shakes as he cums Home. Laying down on Luna's chest, she strokes his hair. Both passing out.

Luna sleeping wrapped in her Lover. Baby, Bae or Boo. Whatever the fuck it is he wants to be called.

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The next morning Luna instinctively wakes up. Her body and brain knowing she has shit to do. Hating her inner workings, Luna wants to stay where she feels like peace lives. In Colson's arms.

She watches him breath as she tries to will herself away from him. Only to lean further into the comfort of his arm's nook.

"Fucking Psychopath..." She smirks to herself. Colson's jealousy is both annoying and tantalizing to Luna. Hating how quickly and deeply she fell for him. "Enh... That's how you love, Loons... Quick, hard and forever..." She tells herself. Playing with her beloved ring as her eyes follow his tattooed chest up and down.

Shaking her head, she rolls outta their bed. Colson still snoozing. She quietly showers and dresses. Burning and ripping 30s along the way. Turning his ringer off, Luna Snaps Colson where she'll be. Turning it back on once he receives it.

Grabbing her bag of goodies along with her notebook and laptop, Luna leaves Sam a hand written note to Come Inside Please 🖤 Heading out The Bus doors without waking a soul.

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The Crew is just finishing up when Luna pops in. Tech beginning their Magic. Asking if she's A Bother, she's assured No as she makes herself comfortable.

Plucking Colson's electric as she sits on the stage. Luna hits record on her phone.

Tech and Crew watch in amazement as Luna bops alone between different instruments for the next hour or so. Colson's guitar, Rook's drums and Baze's bass. Singing while playing and recording different parts to her song on her phone.

They've never seen an artist work like this before. Watching her create a raw song on her own out of thin air. Some finding it's fascinating to witness. Other's highly disliking her lyrics.

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Colson's eyes are closed as his hand searches the empty bed for Luna. Disappointed when he can't find her, he knows where she is.

"Crazy bitch." He smiles to himself with his eyes still closed.

Rolling into her pillow to smell her, his morning hard on grows larger. Different images and memories of her dance in his hungover head.

"Mmmm... Loons." Colson thinks as he begins to touch himself.

Firmly stroking up and down, he needs an actual visual. Grabbing his phone he sees he has a Snap from Luna. The thought of her makes his dick ache as he opens it.

Colson stares at Luna's lips. Knowing what it's like to have her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Not even reading it, he screenshots it like all of her Snaps, continuing on.

Staring at Luna's picture as he jerks off. The memories of his thumb wiping her mouth clean after she's swallowed his load lingers in his head. Making him cum quickly. Tossing his hands and phone to the side as his body weakens.

"GOD DAMN, Luna." He says out loud as he pants.

Laying there for a minute, Colson lights a joint before jumping in the shower and cleaning himself off.

"I wonder how she's doin'..." His mind still on his girl.

Out of the shower, he fires up another joint as he rails three Adds and gets dressed. Looking around the room on the back of The Bus, it feels weird to not have Luna beside him as he gets himself ready for the day.

Sliding on his rings and wallet. Looking in the mirror, he pulls the key to Luna's padlock out from under his collar. He's worn it around his neck since the night he locked it around hers. Colson touches the tiny steel object, feeling oddly sentimental and missing her.

"She said Yes..." He reminds himself as he tucks it safely back under his shirt.

Still missing her, he sighs. Grabbing the knob of the door, he goes to rile The Boys and find her. Deciding he needs coffee first.

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Luna can't focus. She's got two separate melodies running through her head. The fast, hard punk tune she's working on and the other... A romantic, dreamy love song that's been swimming around since she woke. It first solidly appearing as she watched Colson sleep this morning.

🎼With this guitar string//He slipped on my hand//I take this magnetic force//Of a Man//To be my//Lover🎶

Are the first lyrics to actually formulate with it. Her life with Colson running through Luna's brain like a toddler with sticky hand prints.

"He's so fucking dumb." She thinks, laughing to herself as she remembers their fight last night over the word Lover. Now realizing where it manifested from. "Oh, Imma mind fuck his ass." Laughing again to herself.

Deciding to take a break, Luna grabs her notebook and bag. Heading out back to burn and see if she can get this other floating song on to paper.

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Colson hits the venue with The Boys and Sam. Looking OnStage for Luna first, he asks if anyone's seen her. Tech and Crew have but they don't know where she went.

Annoyed, Colson wanders around the nightclub. He just wants to see his fucking girl. She's not BackStage. She's not in his dressing room. Stopping in the bathroom to take a piss, he takes a selfie too. Shooting a Snap to Luna before continuing his search.

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Luna's out back getting stoned with a Roadie. She needs to find a solid bassist before Tuesday.

Yakking about, they both bitch about their First World Problems. Dude's complaining about his schedule as Luna's phone goes off from a Snap. It's Colson.

"This Motherfucker... I wish the fuck he would." Luna thinks amused. Body heating up as her soul and pussy throb as she reads it. Shaking her head with a wanting smile.

Functioning on her time as always, Luna finishes the joint with the young Roadie named Todd. Accepting his promises to keep an ear out for a bassist for her.

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"LOVERRRRR!!" Luna coos upon seeing Colson.

"You're such a fucking cunt. Where you been?" He asks as he spins her around and wraps his arms around her chest from behind. Through her loose T, he plays with the tape over her nipples as he tongues around her ear.

Pulling away with a giggle, Luna turns around. Grinning as she taunts him.

🎶Everyday I love you Just a little bit more A little bit more A little bit more Everyday I love you Just a little bit more But You're still Fucking insane🎶

She sings to him laughing as she changes lyrics to the Sublime song.

Colson's blue eyes brighten as he lifts her up. Complying, she wraps her legs around his rarely clothed body.

"We should cover that!!" He states excitedly.

Luna scoffs as she agrees. Singing that it makes total sense because Colson is a jealous psycho who sees red.

"Bitch, you're just as jealous. So, shut the fuck up." He laughs, kissing her again.

🎶Let me find a secret LOVER... I'll rip off your fucking head🎶

Luna sings, still making up her own lyrics to Colson laughter. Asking how she's doing with the new song, she hops off of him. Grabbing her phone, she calls over Sam and Baze. Colson wrapping himself around her from behind again.

"Fucking Patti booked me on Ellen." Luna finally informs Sam. "I gotta new song because I don't wanna keep promoting the hate of THAT Type. I've pretty much got it laid down but I need to hear it live. You're coming with me, Right?" She asks to Sam's nod. Looking at Baze, Luna continues. "You mind listening to what I've got and maybe running it with me, please?"

"No problem, Loons." Baze agrees.

Luna rests herself into Colson's hold as she hits play on her phone. The hard/soft punk tune coming through her phone's speakers.

The three of them knocking their heads through the song. Feeling it. They all burst out with questions once it's finished.

Sam first, "You wanna play THAT on daytime TV??" Thinking about the lyrics.

Baze standing back with a confused look, "That's all YOU??" He asks, the producer in him impressed as hell.

Colson squeezing her insides out from behind with a "Wanna do it after this?" in her ear.

Yes. Yes. And definitely, YES. Are her answers.

Sam climbs behind Rook's kit as Baze grabs his bass and Luna uses Colson's electric. They play around a bit as Sam and Baze learn the notes. Feeling confident Luna steps up to the mic giving it a go.

Colson watches as they rip through the song. The vibe reminding him the sound coming out of Seattle in the early 90's. Luna's voice lacing around certain lyrics while blasting others. She has a clear concise message.

"That was fucking SICK!!" He exclaims, clapping.

"Yo!! Hard as shit." Rook agrees, from behind Colson.

He had come up once he heard them begin to play. Wondering who the fuck was on his drums.

"Yeah?" Luna asks.

"What's it for?" Rook asks her.

Luna explains Ellen as Rook nods his head in understanding. Commenting how he Respects Luna's Balls. They exchange a knowing look. Out of all The Boys, Rook is who Luna clicked with first. Always remaining her favorite, they have their own friendship aside from Colson.

"I need a fucking bassist." Luna complains as she sets the guitar down.

"I know a guy. He's right in NY too." Sam says as she steps out from behind the drums.

They sit on the edge of the Stage together. Baze joining them as Rook and Colson hop up too.

"Yeah?" Luna asks. "Can you give him a call?"

Sam agrees as the rest of The Band comes in. Luna moving SideStage as they run a light rehearsal. Sam heading out back to see about a bassist.

Grabbing her laptop, she goes through the property listings Monica sent her. There's both studios and brownstones as Luna asked. Flipping through the pictures and layouts, she finds a five bedroom in Brooklyn Heights that she likes and a simple studio in Dumbo. No office/recording spot yet though.

Ashleigh making her way to the stage. She sits with Luna listening to The Boys. Noticing what Luna's looking at she asks about the listings.

"We all need a place in The City..." Luna explains. "Oh! You would know... Can he come with me Tuesday? I want him to look at a couple places with me."

Ashleigh looks in her phone at her calender. Colson has a show in Boise that night. Idaho to NY is a 6hr flight. It won't work.

"Sorry, Loons." Ashleigh says to her disappointment.

Luna shrugs with a sigh as she emails Monica back regarding the listings.

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Colson locks the door of the small bathroom behind them. He's been staring at Luna's sideboob since he touched her naked breasts.

Lifting her onto the sink, her pulls her shirt off. Finally seeing the tape X'd across her nipples.

"New bra?" He snickers as he runs tongue along the delicate skin of the bottom of her breast.

"Mmmm... The easier for you to lick them My Dear." She responds in a husky voice.

After he's unbuttoned her jeans, she hops down. Wiggling out of them and her panties as he drops his own pants.

Luna bends over the sink. Catching Colson brilliant blue eyes.

"Not yet..." He says with a playful smile.

Lifting her back up onto the sink, he spreads her legs as he slowly licks her bare pussy. Circling around her clit with his tongue. He's soft and delicate. For now.

Luna gasps when he pushes his middle finger inside of her. Continuing to suck and play around with his tongue.

"Oh FUCK....he wasn't lying!!" Luna's mind explodes, remembering Colson's Snap from earlier.

Leaned against the mirror, she arches her back in pleasure. Shifting her hips, fully enjoying his mouth exploring her magical cave.

Luna doesn't last long. With her legs wrapped around Colson's head, she cums all over his face and chin. Licking it off of him to his delight.

"You're such a dirty girl." He tells her, always intrigued by their sexual antics.

Luna pushes him off of her. Hopping back off the sink, she pushes him against the wall. Staring into his tantalizing eyes as as she slowly makes her naked body to her knees.

Colson groans out in pleasure as she licks around the base of his cock. Swirling her tongue around it to the top. Holding him firm, she slowly draws her tongue around his head before flattening her it and sliding him deep inside her throat.

Colson twists his fingers in her long blonde hair as he leans his head back. Reveling in the warmth of her mouth. Flicking her wrist around his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other, Luna steadily sucks Colson cock. Letting the tip of his dick bump the far back of her deep throat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Colson thinks as he explodes in Luna's mouth. Wanting it to be inside her sweet pussy insisted.

Kissing his thighs on her way up, after he's wiped her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Luna leans up for a kiss.

Grabbing the back of her head and her bare ass, Colson kisses Luna intensely. Their juices mixing together in their mouths.

"You like, BABY?" She asks with a cocked eye, knowing what's she's potentially starting.

"It's Baby now?" He eyeballs her with his response.

"It's whatever the fuck you want... You trust me?" She asks, leaning back now as she holds on and looks up at him.

"I've told you..." He starts.

"Shut the fuck up. You trust me?" She interrupts him.

Colson nods.

"Then just wait... It'll all make sense." Luna smiles sweetly before pecking his lips. "I love you."

"I swear she's more complicated than I am..." Colson thinks as they get dressed. He can't help but be intrigued by Luna. Always.

Regardless, he scoops her up again. Legs back around his waist. Kissing each other lovingly. One Look exchanged.

Unlocking the bathroom, they walk out satisfied. One confused but both satisfied.

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The Show at Myth Live is raw.

The Band playing perfectly as Colson performs. Jumping all over The Stage, talking to his fans, diving into the adoring crowd.

Luna comes out for Bad Things. Colson kisses her giggles once they finish. She hypes and Thanks the audience before walking OffStage. Luna sharing a bottle and joints with both Ashleigh and Sam as they watch.

It's a full 27 song setlist, sticking closely to the formula of previous shows on the tour. Colson running through El Diablo twice and encoring Sail.

Gripping Luna's hand as he drags her off to the dressing room as always.

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The scene in Colson's dressing room isn't much different then any other night since he performed at Nightingale.

With a bottle, multiple joints, love chatter and fucking, Colson unwinds.

Deciding to stick in the venue instead of going out exploring. They're off tomorrow and would rather travel through the night.

Standing in the middle of the room, just them two, Colson pulls Luna into him.

"I love you, Kitten." His deep voice tells every organ in her body.

Squeezing him tightly, she burrows her face in her safe spot in his chest.

I love you." She coos. "More than you'll ever know."

There's a beautiful silence between Luna and Colson. A million things being said with no words. Only breathing and heartbeats.

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Catching up with everyone BackStage, Colson and Luna both grab a beer. Colson's called over by Baze as Ashleigh pulls on Luna's arm.

"I need your help..." She starts off.

"What's up?" Luna asks after a swig.

"We got that MA merch. He's gotta sign cards and hoodies... You think you can help me keep him focused?" She asked with a concerned look.

"Fuck, yeah. You got the list? We got cards?" Luna asks.

"Yeah! Check these out! Ashleigh says relieved. Pulling a card off her clipboard, she finds herself more and more appreciative of Luna's help and presence.

Luna takes one. Looking it over, the inside is blank.

"That jawns sick!!" Luna exclaims in approval to Ashleigh's content. "What's going on the inside?"

"I don't know...." Ashleigh trails off. "I wanted your opinion." She answers honestly.

Luna thinks for a minute. It has to be personal but, legally Monica has taught her to choose her words wisely and never admit fault. Plus, it's gotta keep Colson's attention.

"What do you think about addressing them individually, but with a simple Thinking of You and his signature?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh likes the idea but is unsure how they'll keep everything in order. Thinking for a moment again, Luna suggests taking control of the envelopes.

"Lemme get a copy of the mailing list. I'll have him start them tonight, and keep them in order so tomorrow he can bang out the hoodies and we'll just go in a line... You know what I mean?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh doesn't but she trusts Luna. Agreeing to meet up with her and Colson, Ashleigh grabs what they need as Luna looks for her Lover.

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Colson isn't pleased, he hates THAT Night. He's only been OffStage for an hour or b so and wants to hang out with his Boys.

"So hang out with your Boys. Just pay the fuck attention. Because you're gonna either do part of it tonight or all of it on your day off." Luna states as a of matter of facts.

Knowing she's right and ALWAYS putting his EstFam first, Colson pops open a black pen. "It's the least I can do...." I thinks. Thankful everyone was Okay that night.

Bullshitting with Luna, Ashleigh, Sam and The Boys, he tries not to dwell too hard on how bad it could've been for everyone.

Not being able to fully hide from the pain, Colson addresses each envelope with his fan's name. Choosing whatever The Fuck he'd like to say to them himself, he signs each card personally. Passing them to Luna so she can keep them in order.

"He may be an Asshole.... But he is the sweetest Asshole I know. And my fucking Lover." Luna can't help but think. Falling more in love with him as she watches him put whole his heart into each note.

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To be continued.....

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weareasong · 5 years ago

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...

Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes)

Just a feeling I've got (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow?

All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece as

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew)

MC's get taken to school with this music

Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac

N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C

Induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n

Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of (Shame)

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay-lookin boy

So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy

You're witnessing a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit

Get outta my face, looking boy

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up

With the same pace, looking boy

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton-no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere

In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1

When I tried to say: "I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal

Coming through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singing to a man while they played piano

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop"

'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

"I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use"

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades, these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz

Still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic

To the situation and understand the discrimination

But fuck it

Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan

It's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip abroad

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

(end)

#music #soundcloud #lyrics #eminem #rap god

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heavenlyborne · 3 years ago

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same energy

#;; shitposting #Ughh it's been so hot the last few days #My poor old laptop is struggling #And me too for that matter #Like writing is a struggle anyway but today has been hard #Shitty coping method and humour #:'D #Cut down a bit on the old inbox tho #Some old memes I forgot and others I just couldn't fulfill #Gonna try and clean things up a bit and try and tackle some drafts #Ain't nothing to it but to do it #cw gun #gun cw

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ragnaroktheworld · 5 years ago

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Appearantly it's been too long since the last time I painted digitally. Instead of painting the flats in the order I usually do (foreground objects to background objects) I went straight for the background. No wonder it felt like I was doing everything wrong yesterday. UGH

#working in a neutral blue-green color palette doesn't help either #I spent a lot of time on it yesterday and it just would NOT turn out #..then I slept and had this Realization #I'mma keep what I have so far but I'mma start with a fresh slate next time I can work on it #I guess that's what happens when u haven't done a serious digital piece in over 2 years huh #it just feels like nothings working and I'm so angry abt it #but at least I can use krita on my laptop now #but idk how to use it now and I'm just... ugh so out if practice #oh well #I'll get it right eventually #I HAVE worked on it each day but I've restarted twice on like 3 programs now and I'm not even done with the FLATS #idk just ignore my struggles #this is why u don't drop digital for a few years. not only do programs change you forget ur own method #cas speaks #life updates #the struggle #o and I keep trying to do highlights and everything when it ain't time for it #I've gotta find my Photoshop brush pack I got in art school. I think it's still on my desktop tbh #it has the really nice texture brushes I like #I'm thinking I'm gonna have to shelf this one for a hot minute and do a few simple studies that are NOT in a dark palette #I think that's what's fucking w/ ne tbh #I am used to v dark palettes not this almost grayish palette ugh #complaining #rip to anyone opening these tags on mobile I'm so sorry #gold star if u read this rant abt myself

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ah17hh · 5 years ago

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rap 🎙 god ✝️ but 🍑 with ➕emojis 😎 for 4️⃣ lyrics 📝

Look 👀 , I 🙋🏼‍♂️ was gonna 🚶🏼‍♂️go easy 1️⃣➕1️⃣ on you 🧑🏻 not 🙅🏼 to hurt 😢 your 👉🏻🧑🏻 feelings 🧠, But 🛑 I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ only going to get ✊🏻 this 📍 one ☝🏻shot ⛹🏼. Something's wrong 🤨, I can feel it 🧐. Just a feeling 🤔 I've got 🙋🏼‍♂️, like something's 😦 about to happen 😨, but I 🙋🏼‍♂️ don't know what 🤷🏼‍♂️. If that 📍 means 📝✅ what I think 🙋🏼‍♂️🧠 it means 📝✅, we're 🌎 in trouble ⚠️, big trouble ‼️⚠️. And if he 🦹🏼‍♂️ is as bananas 🤪🍌 as you say 🧑🏻🗣✅, I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️not taking 🙅🏼✊🏻 any chances 🚫🎲, You 👉🏻 were just what 👌🏻 the doctor 👩🏼‍⚕️ ordered 📝! I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ beginning 🏁 to feel 🧠 like a Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼, Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼, All my people 👨‍👩‍👦👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 from the front 🔝to the back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️, back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️. Now 📅 who 👤❓ thinks 🤔💭 their arms 💪🏼 are long 📏 enough to slap 👋🏻 box 🥊, slap 👋🏻 box 🥊? They 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 said I 🙋🏼‍♂️ rap 🗣🎙 like a robot 🤖 , so call me 🤙🏼 Rapbot 🤖🗯🎙. But for me 🧑🏼 to rap 🗣🎙 like a computer 💻 must be in my 🙋🏼‍♂️ genes 🧬, I 🙋🏼‍♂️ got ✊🏻 a laptop 💻 in my back 🔙 pocket 👖, My 🙋🏼‍♂️ pen 🖊 will go off 🔥💥📝when I 🧑🏼 half 1️⃣➗2️⃣ cock 🔫 it🖊, Got a fat knot 💰from that rap 🗣🎙 profit 📈💵. Made a living 🏠💵 and a killing 💰😈💰off it 🗣🎙, Ever since 🔙📆 Bill Clinton 👨🏻‍🦳 was still in office 📍🏛 With Monica Lewinsky 👩🏻 feeling 🖐🏻 on his 👨🏻‍🦳 nut-sack 🥜🌰. I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ an MC 😎🗣🎙 still as honest ♾💯🤷🏼‍♂️, But as rude 🥱🖕🏻and as indecent 🤬🗯as all hell ‼️, syllables 1️⃣2️⃣3️⃣. skillaholic 📝➡️😃, Kill 'em 🔪☠️ all 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦🌍 with; This📍flippity 🤸🏼‍♂️ dippity 🤮 hippity 🐇 hip hop 🗣🎙🎶; You 👉🏻🧑🏻don't 🙅🏼 really wanna 🚫📝 get into 📍 a pissing match 💦🤼‍♂️ with this 🙋🏼‍♂️ rappity 🗣🎙brat 😈👶🏼 Packing 🧳 a Mac 💻 in the back 🔙 of the Ac 🚗, backpack 🎒 rap 🗣🎙 crap 💩 , yap yap 🗯💬 yackety-yack 🗣🥱 And ➕ at 📍the exact 💯 same time 🕑➿🕑 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ attempt 🏃🏼these 👉🏻lyrical 📝 acrobat stunts 🤸🏼‍♂️ while I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ practicing 🧐That I'll 🧑🏼still be able 👍🏻 to break 💔 a motherfucking 🧓🏻👉🏻👌🏻 table 🪑 Over the back 🔙 of a couple of faggots 👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻 and crack it 🪑 in half 1️⃣➗2️⃣ Only realized 😳 it was ironic 🤭 I 🧍🏼was signed 📋 to Aftermath 🏢🗣🎙 after 🔜 the fact 1️⃣➕1️⃣🔜2️⃣. How could 🤔 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ not blow 💥? All I do 🙋🏼‍♂️💯 is drop F-bombs 🤬🗯💣, feel my wrath 😠 of attack 🔪🙍🏻 Rappers 👱🏻‍♂️🗣🎙 are having a rough time 📉⏱ period 🩸, here's 🤲🏻 a Maxipad 🩹. It's actually 🤓☝🏻 disastrously 🌋🌪 bad 😧😰 For the wack 🥱😴 while I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ masterfully 💯🤷🏼‍♂️👑 constructing 👷🏼‍♂️🛠 this masterpiece 📝🖼 as- I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ beginning 🏁 to feel 🧠 like a Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼, Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼, All my people 👨‍👩‍👦👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 from the front 🔝to the back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️, back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️. Now 📅 who 👤❓ thinks 🤔💭 their arms 💪🏼 are long 📏 enough to slap 👋🏻 box 🥊, slap 👋🏻 box 🥊? Let me 🙋🏼‍♂️ show 🤲🏻 you 👉🏻🙍🏻maintaining 🧑🏼‍🔧🛠 this shit 💩 ain't 🚫 that 🙅🏼‍♂️ hard 🧱 , that 🙅🏼‍♂️ hard 🧱 Everybody 👨‍👨‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👧‍👧🌍 wants 🤲🏻 the key 🔑 and ➕ the secret 📂🤫 to rap 🗣🎙immortality 🚫☠️ like I have got 🙋🏼‍♂️👍🏻 Well, to be truthful 👱🏻‍♂️🖐🏻📖 the blueprint's 📝📃 simply rage 😡 and youthful 👶🏼🧒🏼 exuberance 😄‼️ Everybody 🌎 loves ❤️ to root 🥳🎉 for a nuisance 🤪 Hit 🤜🏻 the earth 🌎 like an asteroid ☄️ did nothing 🙅🏼 but shoot 🏀 for the moon 🌙 since 📆 MC's 🙎🏻‍♂️🗯🎙 get taken 🚕 to school 🏫with this music 🎶 ‘Cause I use it 🙋🏼‍♂️🗯🎙as a vehicle 🚗 to bus 🚌 the rhyme 🎶 Now I 🙋🏼‍♂️ lead a new 🆕 school 🏫 full of students 👨🏻‍🎓👩🏼‍🎓; Me 🧑🏼? I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️a product of Rakim,➕Lakim Shabazz, ➕ 2Pac 🧑🏾‍🦲,➕N.W.A, ➕Cube 🧊, ➕ hey Doc, ➕Ren, ➕Yella, ➕Eazy, thank you 🙏🏻, they got 🔜 Slim 👱🏻‍♂️🙋🏼‍♂️ Inspired 🤩 enough to one day ☝🏻☀️ grow up🧑🏼🔜👱🏻‍♂️, blow up 💣💥 and be in a position 🏢 To meet Run DMC 🏃🏿‍♂️🏃🏿‍♂️🏃🏿‍♂️ and induct them 🧑🏾‍🦲👨🏾‍🦲🧑🏾‍🦲into 🔜 the motherfuckin' 🧓🏻👉🏻👌🏻Rock n' Roll 🎸 Hall of Fame 🏤🤩 Even though I 🙋🏼‍♂️ walk in 🚶🏼‍♂️the church ⛪️ and burst 🧍🏼‍♂️💥 in a ball of flames 🔥🏃🏼‍♂️🔥

Only ☝🏻 Hall of Fame 🏤 I be inducted in 🔜 is the alcohol 🍺 of fame 🤩 On the wall 🧱 of shame 😔 You fags 👉🏻👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻 think 🧠💭 it's all 💯 a game 🕹🧩 'til I walk 🚶🏼‍♂️a flock 🐦🐦🐦 of flames 🔥🔥 Off a plank 🏗 and, tell me 🗣🙋🏼‍♂️ what in the fuck 🤨⁉️ are you 👉🏻🧑🏻 thinking 🤔💭 ? Little 🤏🏻 gay 👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻, So gay 📈👨��‍🤝‍👨🏻 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ can barely 🙅🏼‍♂️ say it 🗣 with a straight face 😐 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻 You 👉🏻🧑🏻 witnessing 👀 a mass-occur 😵🔫 Like you 🧍🏻watching 👀 a church gathering ⛪️take place 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻 Oy vey 🔯😦, that boy 🧑🏻is gay 🏳️‍🌈, that's all they 👉🏻👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 say 🗣 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻. You 👉🏻🧍🏻get a thumbs up 👍🏻 , pat 👋🏻 on the back 🔙, And ➕ a "way to go" 👏🏻👍🏻 from your 🧑🏻 label 🏢 everyday 📆➡️📆 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻 Hey 👋🏻 looking 👀 boy🧑🏻, what ❓you🧍🏻say 🗣 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻? I 🙋🏼‍♂️ got a "hell yeah" 🔥👌🏻 from Dre 👨🏾‍🦲 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻. I'mma 🙋🏼‍♂️ work for 👷🏼‍♂️🗣🎙 everything 💯 I have 🏠🚗💰, Never 🙅🏼‍♂️ask nobody 🚫🗣 for shit 😤, get out of👋🏻👉🏻 my face 👱🏻‍♂️ looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻Basically 💁🏼‍♂️ boy 🧑🏻 you're 👉🏻🧍🏻 never 🙅🏼‍♂️ gonna be capable ✅ of keeping up 🏃🏼‍♂️💨🏃🏻with the same 🚫👱🏻‍♂️ pace 🗣💨🎙 looking 👀 boy 🧑🏻

I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ beginning 🏁 to feel 🧠 like a Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼, Rap God 🗣🎙🤴🏼 All my people 👨‍👩‍👦👨‍👨‍👦‍👦 from the front 🔝to the back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️, back 🔙 nod ↪️↩️. The way I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ racing 🏃🏼‍♂️ around the track 🔁 , call me 🤙🏼 Nascar 🏎, Nascar 🏎 Dale Earnhardt 3️⃣👨🏻⚰️ of the trailer park 🚍🏚, the White Trash God 👱🏻‍♂️🗑🤴🏼 Kneel🧎🏻before General Zod ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🦹🏼‍♂️ this planet’s 🌎 Krypton 🌑, no 🙅🏼 Asgard 🌕, Asgard 🌕 So you 👉🏻🧑🏻 be Thor 🦸🏻🔨 and I'll 🙋🏼‍♂️ be Odin🤴🏼, you 👉🏻 rodent 🙍🏻↔️🐀, I'm 👱🏻‍♂️ omnipotent 🤯 Let off ✋🏻then I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️reloading 🔫immediately‼️with these bombs 💣 I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ totin' 🧳 And I 👱🏻‍♂️ should not 🙅🏼 be woken 😴🚫⏰

I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ the walking 🚶🏼‍♂️dead 😵 but I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️just a talking 🗣 head 👱🏻‍♂️, a zombie 🧟‍♂️ floating 🛫; But I 🙋🏼‍♂️ got your 👉🏻🧑🏻 mom 🧓🏻 deep throating 🍆😮 I'm out my Ramen noodle 🍜 , we 👱🏻‍♂️🧑🏻 have nothing 🙅🏼 in common 🧑🏻🚫👱🏻‍♂️, poodle 🐩, I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ a doberman 🐕, pinch yourself 🧑🏻🤏🏻 in the arm 💪🏼 and pay homage 🙌🏻🙏🏻, pupil 👨🏻‍🎓 It's me 💁🏼‍♂️, my honesty's 🗯💯 brutal 😖 But it's honestly 🗣💯 futile 🚫✏️ if I 🙋🏼‍♂️ don't utilize 🙅🏼 what I do though 🗣🎙For good 👍🏻 at least once☝🏻in a while 📆 So I 🙋🏼‍♂️wanna make sure 🔎✅ somewhere in this 📍 chicken scratch 📝 I scribble 🖊 and doodle 🖍 Enough 📊 rhymes 🗣🎙to maybe 🤷🏼‍♂️ to try and help 🤝🆘 get some people 👨‍👩‍👦 through tough times 🙇🏼‍♂️📉📆 But I 🙋🏼‍♂️ gotta keep ✊🏻 a few punchlines 🤣📃 just in case🤞🏻 ‘Cause even you 👉🏻 🧑🏻unsigned 🚫✒️📋 Rappers 🗣🎙are hungry 😠🍽 looking 👀 at me 🙋🏼‍♂️ like it's lunchtime ⌚️📍🕛 I know 🙄 there was 🔚 a time 📆⏰ where once ☝🏻, I 🙋🏼‍♂️ Was king 🤴🏼 of the underground 🏚🚧, but I 👱🏻‍♂️ still 💯 rap 🗣🎙 like I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ on my 🙋🏼‍♂️ Pharoahe Monch 🧔🏿 grind 💯 So I 👱🏻‍♂️ crunch rhymes 🎶, but sometimes ⏰ when you combine ➕ Appeal 👨🏻‍🎤🗣🎙with ➕ this skin color 👱🏻‍♂️ of mine 🙋🏼‍♂️You get too big 📈‼️ and here they come 🏃🏻🏃🏻‍♂️ trying to Censor you 🤭 like that one ☝🏻 line 📝 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ said 🗣 on "I'm Back" 🔥 from the Mathers LP One 💽 when I 🙋🏼‍♂️ tried to say 🗣 "I'll 👱🏻‍♂️ take seven ✋🏻➕✌🏻 kids 👦🏼👧🏼 from Columbine 🏫 Put 'em all 👦🏼👧🏼 in a line 📈, add ➕ an AK-47 🔫4️⃣7️⃣, a revolver 🔫, and ➕ a nine 9️⃣🔫" Let’s🧍🏻🧍🏼‍♂️see 👀 if I 🙋🏼‍♂️ get away 🏃🏼‍♂️ with it 📝 now 📍📅 that I 🙋🏼‍♂️ ain't as big 🙅🏼‍♂️📈 as I was 📈🔜📉, but I'm 👱🏻‍♂️ Morphin' 〽️into an immortal 👱🏻‍♂️🔜🦸🏼coming through 🏃🏼‍♂️the portal 🌀 You're 👉🏻🧑🏻 stuck 😖 in a time warp 🌀⏰ from 2004 🔙📅 though And I don't know 🤷🏼‍♂️ what the fuck 🤨 that you 🧑🏻 rhyme for 🗣🎙❓You're 🙍🏻 pointless 🚫✏️ as Rapunzel 🧝🏻‍♀️ with fucking 👉🏻👌🏻cornrows 🤔 You 🧑🏻write 📝 normal 😐, fuck 🖕🏻being normal 🤪 And I 🙋🏼‍♂️ just brought a new 🆕 Raygun 🔫 from the future 🔜📅 Just to come 💁🏼‍♂️ and shoot ya 🙍🏻💥🔫 like when Fabolous 🧑🏾‍🦲 made Ray J 👨🏾‍🦲 mad 😡, ‘Cause Fab 🧑🏾‍🦲 said 🗣 he 👨🏾‍🦲 looked 👀 like a fag 👬🏾 at Maywhether's 👨🏾‍🦲🥊 pad 🏦 Singin' 🗣🎤🎵 to a man 🧔🏻 while they 🧍🏾‍♂️🧍🏿‍♂️played piano 🎹 Man oh man 😰, that 🔙 was a 24/7 special ☀️🔁🌙 ♾ on the cable channel 📺 So Ray J 👨🏾‍🦲 went straight 🔜💯 to the radio station 📻 the very next day 🔜📅 👨🏾‍🦲🗣🎙 "Hey 👋🏻 Fab 🧑🏾‍🦲, I'mma 🙋🏾‍♂️ kill you 🔪🧑🏾‍🦲" Lyrics 📝 coming at you 🗣🎙at supersonic 🌀 speed 🎶🏃🏼‍♂️💨 Uh 🤔 sama lamaa duma lamaa 🤔🤨 you 🧑🏻 assuming I'm a human 🧍🏼‍♂️ What I 🙋🏼‍♂️ gotta do 🤷🏼‍♂️❓ to get it through 🔜 to you 🧑🏻 I'm superhuman 🦸🏻‍♂️ Innovative 👷🏼‍♂️and I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ made of rubber 💪🏼 So that anything 🗯 you say 🗣 is ricocheting 💢 off of me 💁🏼‍♂️ and it'll glue to you 🙍🏻 I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ devastating 🌪🌋, more 📈than ever 📅 demonstrating 🧑🏼‍🏫 How to give 🤲🏻 a motherfuckin' audience 👨‍👩‍👦‍👦👩‍👩‍👧‍👧 a feeling 🧠 like it's levitating 🛫 Never 🚫 fading 🙅🏼‍♂️📉, and I know 💁🏼‍♂️ that the haters 😡🖕🏻 are forever ♾ waiting 😐⌚️For the day 📅 that they 🙎🏻‍♂️🙎🏻can say 🗣 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ fell off 📉, they'd 🧑🏻🙋🏻‍♂️ be celebrating 🥳🎉 ‘Cause I 🙋🏼‍♂️ know the way 🔜✅ to get 'em 🙎🏻🙎🏻‍♂️ motivated 🏃🏻💯‼️ I 🙋🏼‍♂️ make elevating 😇 music 🎶 , you 👉🏻🧑🏻 make elevator music 😴🎶 “Oh, he's 👱🏻‍♂️ too mainstream 📈” Well, that's what they do 🙎🏻🙎🏻‍♂️when they 🙎🏻‍♂️🙎🏻 get jealous 😤👿 they confuse 🤨⁉️ it 🗣🎙 It's not 🚫 hip hop 🗣🎙, it's pop 🎤👱🏻‍♀️, 'cause I 🙋🏼‍♂️ found 🔎 a hella way 🔥 to fuse it 🎙➕🎤 ➕ With rock 👨🏻‍🎤🎸, shock rap 😧🗣🎙 with Doc 👨🏿‍🦲 Throw on Lose Yourself 💽🔥 and make 'em 🌎 lose it 🤯 “I 🙋🏻‍♂️ don't know 🤷🏻‍♂️ how to make songs 🎶💿 like that 👉🏻👱🏻‍♂️, I don't know 🤷🏻‍♂️ what words 📝 to use 🗣🎙” Let me 🙋🏼‍♂️ know when it occurs 💡 to you 🙎🏻‍♂️ While I'm 💁🏼‍♂️ ripping any one ☝🏻of these verses 📝 that versus 🆚 you 🙋🏻‍♂️, It's curtains 😴, I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️ inadvertently hurtin' 😫 you 🙎🏻‍♂️ How many ❓verses 📝 I 🙋🏼‍♂️ gotta murder 🔪 to Prove ✅that if you 🙎🏻‍♂️were half 1️⃣➗2️⃣ as nice 🙂, your songs 🎶 you 🙎🏻‍♂️can sacrifice 🔥👹 virgins too, uh 😠! School 🏫 flunkie ❎, pill 💊 junky 🧟‍♂️, But look 👀 at the accolades 🥇🏆🏅 the skills 👷🏼‍♂️ brung me 🙋🏼‍♂️🔝Full of myself 🤷🏼‍♂️, but still hungry 😋🍽 I bully myself 🙎🏼‍♂️🖕🏻🙍🏼‍♂️ cause I 🙋🏼‍♂️ make me 👱🏻‍♂️ do what I 🙋🏼‍♂️ put my mind 🧠 to And I'm 🙋🏼‍♂️a million leagues 💯 above you 📈, ill 🤒 when I 🙋🏼‍♂️ speak in tongues 🗣🎙 But it's still tongue 👅 in cheek 😉, fuck you🖕🏻 I'm drunk 🥴 so Satan 👹 take the fucking wheel 🚗 , I'm asleep 😴 in the front seat 💺 Bumping 🔊 Heavy D and the Boys 🔥 Still chunky 🤨 but funky 🎶 But in my 🙋🏼‍♂️ head 🧠 there's something 🤔 I can feel tugging and struggling 😖 Angels 👼😇 fight with devils 👹👺 and, here's what ‼️ they want from me 🙍🏼‍♂️ They’re 👹👼 asking me 👱🏻‍♂️ to eliminate ❌ some 📊 of the women 🙎🏼‍♀️ hate 😠🖕🏻But if you 👉🏻 take into consideration 🤔 the bitter 😡 hatred 🤬 I have 🙋🏼‍♂️Then you may 🤷🏼‍♂️ be a little 🤏🏻 patient 🙇🏻 and more sympathetic 😕 to the situation 🙍🏼‍♂️ And understand 💡 the discrimination🖕🏻👩🏼‍🦰 But fuck it 🤷🏼‍♂️🖕🏻, life's handing you lemons 🍋? make lemonade 🥤 then ‼️ But if I 🙋🏼‍♂️ can't 🙅🏼‍♂️ batter 🤜🏻 the women 👱🏻‍♀️, how the fuck 🤔 am I 🙋🏼‍♂️ supposed to bake 👨🏼‍🍳🔥 them 👩🏼 a cake 🎂 then? Don't 🙅🏼‍♂️ mistake 🔀 it 🙋🏼‍♂️ for Satan 👹. It's a fatal ☠️ mistake if you 👉🏻 think 🤔💭 I 🙋🏼‍♂️need to be overseas 🌊🚢 And take a vacation 🏝🏖 to trip 🦵🏻🏃🏼‍♀️a broad 👱🏻‍♀️, And make her 🙎🏼‍♀️ fall on her face 🙍🏼‍♀️ And don't 🙅🏼‍♂️ be a retard 🤪🥴, Be a king 🤴🏼? Think 🤔 not 🙅🏼‍♂️, why be a king 👑❓when you 🙋🏼‍♂️ can be a God 🙋🏼‍♂️?

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