#i could go to some boring ass desk job for probably almost double the pay

[kvnghs-archive]

hey hi i’m alive.  basically my job is sucking the life out of me because my manager is the worst manager to ever manager and needs to step away from her position before i end up stepping away from the job.  in turn i have replaced all my creativity with frustration and aggravation and have forgotten how to sit, unstressed, and write a single fucking sentence.

ANYWAY how has your day/week/month been?

[mirakumiruku]

In The Contract

A/N: Yaaay more lewd times >:3c No I will not explain myself, I’m just giving y’all your Shiggy food

Shigaraki Tomura x AFAB reader

Contains: dubcon tw, dressing up, abuse of fine print, and Shiggy being a douchebag. WC: 2.5k

You had gone to the League of Villains in an act of desperation. Your pro-hero boyfriend had dumped you for one of his coworkers, kicking you out of his apartment and leaving you jobless. So when you found a housekeeping job with no experience required, and room and board included, you thought you had been given a miracle.

You weren’t so sure about the opportunity when you arrived for the interview, staring up at the old building that you thought would be abandoned, but after double checking you had the right address, you knocked on the back door. You couldn’t help but think this was some kind of organ harvesting scheme, but you didn’t have much to lose at this point.

You did reconsider your choices when the door creaked open, and a hand pulled you inside by the front of your shirt.

“You’re (Y/N), right?” Turquoise eyes bored into yours with the question, and you couldn’t break the contact when you gave a hesitant nod. You knew this face, you’d seen it on TV, accompanied by a warning to contact the police if you saw him. Of course, it was definitely too late for you to run now. 

“You’re a lot cuter than I thought you’d be.” Dabi mumbled, letting go of your shirt and taking you by your arm to drag you further into the building. “I’d say it’s time for your interview, but I think you’re gonna get hired no matter what. You’re the only one stupid enough to reply to our ad.” He laughed as he brought you into what could only be described as an office, composed mainly of a worn out table and a wooden chair, which was occupied by yet another terrifying face. Or rather, a terrifying hand.

“About time, I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t show.” Shigaraki glowered at you from between the fingers that covered his face, idly tapping a pen on the desk. “Well, we don’t have too much room to be picky, but I still have some questions to ask you.”

The ‘interview’ went smoothly, Shigaraki asking you various questions about your views on certain politics, your career history, your relationship and opinion on heroes. He seemed a little pleased when you expressed your experience with your ex boyfriend, like he was hoping for any shred of disdain.

“You sound perfect.” He purred, scribbling his signature on the contract that laid on the desk, before flipping it around and sliding it to you along with the pen. “We can’t pay too well, but room and board are provided, as we said in the ad. By the sounds of it, that’s quite important to you right now.”

You gulped and nodded, scanning over the contract, but the fine print proved too hard to read in your fit of nerves. You steeled yourself and signed the contract. After all, there was no way they would just send you on your merry way if you declined, right?

“Excellent.” Shigaraki smirked, taking the contract and tucking it into a folder. “Dabi, can you show them to their room?” His eyes flickered from Dabi back to you, “I’m hoping for you to start as soon as possible, tomorrow morning at the latest. Does that work for you?”

You nodded slowly, worried about the panicked babbling that would escape your lips if you dared open them. 

The room Dabi had brought you to was depressing at best. An old mattress sat atop a metal bed frame in one corner, a small dresser and a cracked mirror standing on the other end of the room next to a tiny closet. You looked back at Dabi, still nervous. 

“Um… how am I… gonna go get my stuff?”

“I dunno. Where is it?”

“Well, some of it’s at my motel room, but most of it is back at my ex’s house…”

“Motel we can do, house of a pro hero is a hard no.” 

You sighed, but knew nothing would come from trying to argue with the villain. “Alright…” Maybe you could text your ex and see if he would drop your things off at the motel, or maybe you’d find it in a charity shop in a month or so. 

The night passed without event. Dinner was cup ramen, and you immediately understood why they needed a cook. 

The next morning you were brought to Shigaraki’s office again, where he went over your duties. The group had a food budget, it was your job to utilize it and make a list for whoever was to run the errands that week. You also had daily jobs like making lunch and dinner for the group, as well as various cleaning tasks. 

From what you had seen, you definitely had your work cut out for you.

You spent the first week working non-stop. Scrubbing the kitchen and bathrooms from top to bottom with the strongest cleaner you could find, mopping up the filthy floors and attacking the scattered mold colonies with bleach. How anyone, criminal or not, could live like this was beyond you. 

The first day you had made lunch for everyone, you were showered in praise. It was clear these people hadn’t eaten a proper meal in such a long time, at least not one that didn’t come out of the microwave. 

As much as you wanted to resent the group for their actions, you couldn’t help the swell of pride in your chest when you caught Shigaraki’s smile behind his father’s hand. 

You couldn’t help the nagging feeling in your gut that something was off, though. Shigaraki had a mischievous, almost devilish glint in his eye that most of the others lacked when his gaze landed upon you. None of the others looked at you that way, not counting Dabi, though you felt like he gave everyone that look.

The next week, a few packages had arrived in the group’s PO box with your name on them. Spinner, that week’s gofer, had brought them up to your room and placed them next to your bed, giving you a grin and a quick bow in thanks to you. You couldn’t help the way you beamed back at him.

Your cheerful mood quickly disappeared, though, when you opened the packages. Inside were piles of fabrics and frills, and as you pulled out the one on top you recognized what it was: a maid dress. It wasn’t too revealing, you wagered that the skirt would reach to just above your knee. But as you dug through the first box that was all it was filled with, one dress for each day of the week, either in black or cheery pastels. The other box had petticoats, tights, a pair of shiny black mary janes, and some surprisingly conservative underwear considering the other items. 

As if on cue, you heard the distinctive sound of knuckles on your doorframe.

“Hey.” Came Shigaraki’s low voice, and you could almost feel his eyes boring into your back. “I figured you should have a uniform. It’s cute, right?”

“Cute… cute isn’t the exact word I’d use.” You mumbled, draping one of the dresses over your arm. 

“Well, whatever word you would use, it’s your uniform.”

You pouted, but sighed. “Whatever…”

“Good.”

In the morning, you had changed from your pajamas to the black maid dress. It was a hair tight, but otherwise it fit perfectly. You didn’t want to think about how Shigaraki had gotten your measurements. The petticoat was soft against your thighs, and the tights were a silky opaque white. You topped it off with the frilly white apron tied snug around your waist, and the patent leather shoes shined to a perfect finish.

The reactions to your new outfit were mixed. Himiko had hung off you the moment you stepped into the room, gushing about how cute you were, your new dress was so pretty, could she dress you up in her own costumes sometimes? You also elicited a wolf whistle from Dabi, and you couldn’t help but notice Spinner trying to hide his intense blush behind the magazine he was reading.

Shigaraki, meanwhile, was surprisingly silent. You didn’t miss the approving glint in his eye when you passed him, though, on your way to pick up some discarded dishes from the night before. 

Your first task of the morning was always making breakfast for whoever was up at the time. The fluffy skirt got in the way of your work, and you had to be careful to not burn the petticoats when you put the tray of bacon into the oven.

“Well don’t you look cute?”

You yelped in surprise at the sound of Shigaraki’s voice, quickly shutting the oven. “Er… thank you, Mr. Shigaraki.” 

“Oh, please. You can call me Tomura when no one else is around.” He stalked over, removing the hand from his face and setting it on the counter, his eyes raking up your body. “Too bad the shipping took so long, I would’ve had you wear this a long time ago.”

“I appreciate the compliment, Tomura, but… I really should be getting back to work.” As if to drive your point home, you pulled down a bowl to crack eggs into.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m here for work.” Tomura came up behind you, his palms coming to rest on your hips, with his pointer finger poised in the air. 

You couldn’t help the squeak that escaped your throat when you felt his hips grind against your back. You tried to turn around and pry yourself away, but he held fast. “Wh-what are you–?”

“Oh, did you not read that part of the contract?” Tomura laughed low in his chest, burying his face into your neck. “That was awfully careless of you. You’re here to take care of all my needs, including more–” he punctuated his words with another harsh grind against your ass, “–intimate ones.” 

“B-but… I…”

“But what? It was on the contract. I’d be happy to go get it.”

You opened your mouth to say something, but quickly closed it. Of course you chose not to read the contract, he probably meant for you to not read it. After all, you doubted you would have taken the job if that was part of the description, and he knew it too. 

“I mean, if you really don’t want to, I’d be happy to go find someone else. Can’t guarantee you can keep your job, though.”

You took a deep breath before nodding, bracing yourself on the counter. “F-fine.”

“Good~”

Within an instant Tomura was kneeling behind you, and shoving his face within your petticoats. You could feel his warm breath on your clothed heat, letting out a surprised yelp when he tore a hole in the tights. 

“Don’t know why I even bothered getting these, I knew they would end up ripped anyway…” He mused softly, giving you a few kittenlicks through your underwear before finally moving it to the side. His tongue was on you immediately, flicking your clit and lapping eagerly at your cunt. Your thighs tried to press together, instead squeezing Tomura’s head between the soft flesh. 

“Aww, is kitten enjoying this?~” He purred, two fingers coming up to circle your clit. “Good. I have to make sure you’re nice and ready for my cock.” With that he nestled his face back between your legs, pressing the flat of his tongue against your core in order to take a long, drawn out lick.

Tomura didn’t seem to show any signs of letting up no matter how much you whined and tried to push him away, nor how tight the knot in your stomach was getting from his constant ministrations. 

“Ah ah, kitten. I just want to make sure you’re not gonna hurt when you take my cock.” He gave your clit a teasing flick with the tip of his tongue. “It’s no fun if you don’t feel good while I’m splitting you open.”

You couldn’t find the words to argue with that, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to anyway. 

Your grip on the counter was turning your knuckles white, and you couldn’t help your whimpers and whines as you jutted your hips back against Tomura’s tongue. The stimulation continued without interruption, and you were getting so close, your velvety walls tightening around the tongue that had thrust itself inside of you. And just as your vision became blurry around the edges…

Tomura pulled away, licking his lips and removing his head from your skirts, standing up straight once more.

“N-no faaair!~” You whined, your tongue hanging out as you panted to catch your breath.

“Mm, I’d just much rather have you cum on my cock, kitten~” Tomura gave a low laugh at the childish pout that you took on, quickly freeing himself from the constraints of his pants. Once his length had broken free, he gave it a few languid pumps as he flipped up your skirts. 

You let out a low keen as he slowly pressed inside, punctuated by a grunt when his hips pressed flush with your ass.

“F-fuck, kitten~” He growled, face coming to bury itself in your shoulder. “So fucking tight…” He didn’t give you any time to adjust before he was madly gyrating his hips against you, only pulling his cock a few inches out before slamming it home with a bit too much force.

As much as you wanted to hate it, you couldn’t help the squeaks and moans that flowed from your lips with each animalistic thrust, especially when one of his hands came down to circle your clit in time with his bruising movements. You wanted to push him off when he pawed at your hips and ran his tongue up the side of your neck, but the majority of your mind was determined to at least reach your end.

You could feel yourself getting close once more, standing on your tiptoes in order to give Tomura better leverage to hit the spot inside you that made you see stars. Your moans were growing louder and louder, and you clawed at the countertop for some kind of purchase as you neared your edge.

Just as you were about to cum, you felt a spurting inside you: Tomura’s cum painting your insides white. Once he came, all his movements stopped, prompting a displeased whine to be ripped from your throat.

“Aww, did you not cum?” Tomura gave a fake pout, stroking your hair tenderly before he grabbed a handful and gave a gentle tug, his face contorting into a grin. “Too bad, isn’t it? I guess you’ll have to come find me later if you really want it that much.”

“B-but… I n-need to cum!~” You whined, smushing your cheek against the counter and giving Tomura the biggest teary doe eyes you could muster.

“Is that so?” He gave a thoughtful hum, wiping your tears away and stroking your hair once more. “That’s really quite a shame. Though, your job is to please me. You being allowed to cum every time isn’t part of the contract~”

[sgtrolandhills]

Simple Kind of Man || Nicodemus & Roland

TIMING: Last week some time, before Regan does a loud PARTIES: @bountybossier & @sgtrolandhills SUMMARY: A weary Roland runs into Nic at a bar. The two chat and have some good life talks. 

Normally, Roland could find comfort in his work. That had always been a constant in his life. It was why he had excelled in school and in his career, but now, he just wasn’t so sure. Now that it seemed like he was falling short at every corner in his career, he didn’t know where to find comfort. Most of the cases that came across his desk lead him to more questions than answers and that night spent in that abandoned house with Stryder still haunted him. Reading through case files wasn’t going to dull the lingering pain that maybe he wasn’t nearly as good at his job as he thought he was. He couldn’t help but think his father would have been able to figure all of this out. In his mind, his dad had always been this larger than life figure. Jim Hills had always dutiful and committed to honoring the city he served. His dedication motivated Roland much of his life, but even outside of work, it always seemed like his dad had the answers. When the road ahead looked dangerous or unclear, he’d always drove on and somehow knew the way. Roland would have given anything for some of his guidance right now. Instead, the only Jim in his life would have to be Jim Beam. He ordered his whiskey neat with a pint of Sam Adams to wash it down and let out a disgruntled sigh, not even realizing there was a man sitting next to him. “Sorry,” he grumbled, “It’s been a bit of a day-- week-- month.”

As fun as the idea of sitting at home and drinking alone in the dark was, Nicodemus needed some kinda noise to drown out his thoughts. Hell, when had he ever been so worried? Months later, he supposed accidental murder had that effect on a person. He stressed the word accidental and as a byproduct, stressed himself out. He wasn’t about to wallow. He feared the pull of the undertow if he did that shit. And fear had been the start of it all. Not to mention the crime gig Erin had taken to. He knew she could handle herself but hell if he didn’t consider the what ifs from time to time. It was hard to wallow in it when, instead, he could order a double whiskey neat and sit back while some soccer game played. The cheers of the patrons rang loud in his sensitive ears. Shit, he was at the Perfect Pint. Football. It was a football game. He grunted and took a long drink. Grit his teeth as the whiskey nearly burned the skin of his mouth. He had asked for the cheap shit and he could taste it. The crowd quieted for a second and the sigh that came from the man next to him just about startled him. But he held fast. Held tight to his drink as he glanced over. The man looked about how he felt and by any indication, it wasn’t fucking great. Nicodemus wasn’t a man of small talk. Nicodemus after a few whiskey neats, on the other hand, sure was. “Yeah, looks that way,” he commented, before he winced and waved a hand. “Shit. Sorry. Not what I--But, uh, yeah. Been a fuckin’ year. That drink you’re havin’ for the day or the month?” He snorted and shook his head. “Whichever one’s been worse, I reckon?”

How he’d ended up in a bar of all places, Roland wasn’t sure. Here his superiors probably thought transferring him to a small town would leave him bored and stagnant. He had stark determination when he first arrived, but now everything seemed to be spiraling further and further from his grasp. Every answer he reached for seemed to float away just past his reach, just where he couldn’t see it clearly. All it led to was an ever growing stack of half solved cases on his desk. Nearly getting himself and Stryder killed had been the icing on the metaphorical cake. Finding out how wrong he’d been about Erin was a last straw of sorts.  At this point, he wasn’t even sure if his drink was for the day, month, or year. All had been weighing heavy on him. “Your guess is as good as mine. I’d have to say month,” he answered, perhaps more truthfully than he would have otherwise if there weren’t a fresh shot of bourbon in his system. “From the sounds of it, I’m not the only one getting my ass handed to me by this town. Care for a shot?” 

“Hear that,” Nicodemus muttered out with a small, slow nod. “Months got a way of feelin’ like years here, don’t it?” The way White Crest could make a man feel older yet younger all at the same time, no wonder the town carried itself the way it did. All just about half awake, heads just above water. As long as there was a game on and a full fridge at home, what’d they have to worry about? But hell, they stayed. He certainly had and he had stopped trying to question why. He knew why. The hunter went to take another dry sip but snorted, lowered the glass back down. “Nah, definitely ain’t just you. Ain’t that nice,” he said with a slight lift of a brow. The humor in his tone withered as he sat up straighter and heaved a sigh. “Yeah, sure, deal me in. I’ll get the next.” He leaned into the bartop, arms slightly folded together. Before he spoke up, he laughed as he looked at the other man. “What happened, if’n you don’t mind some asshole askin’?”

“You got that right,” Roland agreed and took a gulp of the beer the bartender had set down in front of him. The time flew by, but so much happened so quickly that it felt longer, somehow. At this point, he barely felt like he was keeping his head above water, but there was still too much on the line to give up entirely. All of it had little to do with his own work ethic or sense of worth anymore, people were in danger. Mores so every single day. He’d made that his weight to carry and while he needed the night off mentally, tomorrow he’d be back at it again, trying his best to make this town even a little bit safer. “At least we’re not alone in this boat… or bar, rather,” he responded with a small chuckle. He was tired, but it felt better to be talking with someone who seemingly understood. He rested his elbows on the bar with his beer mug still in his hand. He looked down at the beer momentarily before he answered, “You hardly seem like an asshole. But yeah, I guess I could do with talking about it a bit. You ever used to feel like you were really good at something-- then all of a sudden you start to realize you’re not?” That was one way of putting it. The ever growing number of unsolved cases on his desk said it all. “I moved here a while back from Boston. Transferred from Boston PD. I used to think I was a good detective and leader and now… I guess this town’s just giving me a run for my money.” 

In different bars in different towns, Nicodemus kept to the back corners. Kept to himself unless someone suddenly developed a problem or those in the know knew to ask something of him. He didn’t know how it happened or when it did, but in White Crest, he gravitated toward the bartop itself. Found himself in conversations with people he might even see the next day. He snorted. He had a strong feeling that he and the other guy wouldn’t be getting into any bar fights. A breath of relief followed after. “Sure ain’t,” he agreed, voice a tired whiskey drawl. He nodded. “You don’t seem like one either.” As the man continued, opened up, he sat up a little straighter. Weathered, he thought. That’s what they were. Weathered and continuing to weather. His eyes dropped from looking at the other man to the worn bartop. Being good at something. What did that even mean to him anymore? He had been good at what he did. Bounty hunting. Hell, he still was, but lately, he hesitated. The money said as much. And he couldn’t blame it on age. Wasn’t sure he could blame it on anything. It just was. No attribution necessary. The hunter tensed in his chair. Boston PD. A confessional with a cop, why the hell not. “Yeah...Yeah, I do,” he said after a beat. The shots slid across the bartop and he took his in hand. “I do the, uh, odd job here or there. People knew that I was reliable if they needed something done. But hell, lately...I don’t know anymore. I don’t know if I’m good for it anymore. That realization’s the worst part of it all, ain’t it?” He tossed the shot back. “Creeps in slow and fucks you right up. Town’s got a way of doin’ that too.” Erin had told him that once. That it wasn’t him, it was the town. Somehow, he got lost and understood the town more than he understood his own damn self. “Boston, huh? Ain’t too far from home then.”

Feeling a bit less alone in the world did help to an extent. The feeling of lead in his chest seemed to be dissipating at the very least. Roland wasn’t sure when or how things had gotten so out of control, but it was difficult for him to navigate. He thrived on order and found himself in a town ruled almost exclusively by chaos. Maybe one day all his efforts would pay off, but it was getting harder and harder to maintain the optimism he once possessed. He finally set his stein down and brought his shoulders back if only a little. Slouching indicated defeat and he wasn’t ready to reside himself to that yet. The people of this town were worth fighting for. He leaned back away from the bar top and looked to his new found friend. Understanding was a powerful thing. “You’re right. The realization hits like a ton of bricks. And then it’s a hell of a time trying to figure out when it even happened,” he responded a little more emphatically this time. He was feeling more comfortable with this… It dawned on him he didn’t know this man’s name. “Yeah, starts out so slowly, you don’t even know it’s happening. This town definitely has a way of it though. Let me tell you, gang violence has nothing on the strange crimes that happen in this town.” Mimes and eyeballs still haunted his nightmares. Now there were organs being sold and mutated animals. Nothing could just be simple. “Yep-- Born and raised. My dad was on the force there, too. I miss it sometimes, but this town has turned out to be a challenge at least.” One he wasn’t so sure he was up to facing anymore, but giving up was never an option. “What about you? You don’t sound like you’re from around here.” 

Nicodemus was so used to dealing with the children of White Crest finding new and inventive ways to achieve martyrdom that he damn near forgot what it was like to talk to someone a little more than reasonable. Even as the topic grew heavier, his shoulders didn’t. He didn’t feel as rusted over, as withered. Maybe it was the booze or maybe it was the strange ease of the conversation. Either way, he took well enough to it. Breathed a little easier. “Feels like half the time you’re just tryin’ to keep up with it all and shit, you’re still gettin’ lost somehow,” he said with a slightly furrowed brow. “It’s weird, y’know? I feel lost as shit in this town most of the time but the, uh, people sorta help with that.” Plenty of people had helped him and oddly enough, he thought as he glanced over, their numbers kept growing. Nothing like bar hospitality and the kindred nature of the weary. Strange crimes. The hunter had to wonder how much this man knew about White Crest’s strangeness. Had he seen one of those native wolves? Maybe the bloody aftermath of some vampire’s creation? Nicodemus frowned some as he moved the small shot glass between his hands. “Shit,” he said with lifted brows as he looked at him. “Take it you’ve been seein’ weird stuff ‘round these parts?” He gestured to the bartender to bring them a couple more drinks. This time on him. “So it’s a family kinda business for you? I know that one. You do the same stuff he did?” Air rushed out his nose. “Sure as hell can be a challenge. Don’t really know how we all keep survivin’ here but we do.” The more he drank, the heavier his drawl came. The more the bayou came through. A wry smile made an appearance. “Louisiana. Y’all got a couple seasons we don’t up here,” he said with a raspy laugh. “Do a lot of travelin’ but-- Hell, I think this is the longest I’ve stayed in one spot in about ten years.” As their drinks came by, he shifted some. “I’m, uh, Nicodemus. By the way. Nic works.”

In times like this, Roland always did his best to remember his father. There were so many ways in his mind that the man had always been larger than life. Even when the world around him seemed to be moving far too fast or in ways no one could have possibly understood, Jim Hills stood tall. It was the same energy he tried to emulate now. Letting some of it out helped keep his chin up. Did he live up to the man who raised him? These days he couldn’t be sure, but it was hard to be too torn up about it as the effects of the alcohol slowly kicked in. “That’s exactly it. Most days it feels hard enough just to tell up from down,” he agreed, “There are some good people here, though. Guess that’s what makes most things worth it at the end of the day.” There were also people who were only seemingly good. Erin and whoever in his department had disposed of her evidence were proof of that. Still, there were kind souls out there like the one sitting next to him, letting him get some worries off his chest. Even the crimes he had no explanation for. Maybe if he spoke his piece out loud, he’d have some sort of epiphany that brought this all together. “I think you’re on the nose with the weird shit part. Mimes, eyeballs, cults, diseased animals, you name it-- this town seems to have it.” Surely, there were probably run of the mill drug rings, too. The unbelievably high homicide rate just took precedence. “Oh yeah, Pops was a cop, too. Boston PD Captain before he passed. Always looked up to him though,” he answered. He nodded along with his note on survival. It seemed all he could do some days was just survive. “You got that right. Louisiana, now that’s a cool state. Only ever been to New Orleans there. Ex-Wife was very into the history of the town. I enjoyed the food.” He paused and took a sip from his fresh beer before asking, “What brought you to White Crest?” Now his mystery bar friend had a name. “Nic, it’s good to meet you. I’m Roland.” 

It would take a great deal more for the hunter to start seeing double. Even so, Nicodemus slowed down. Took his time between sips as he just listened. It was funny, how he had honed that skill by listening to the details of bounties to get them just right. He almost laughed. Maybe Morgan had been right, Erin too. That he could do something else with it. Yet, the mornings and evenings went on the same. How could he end when he didn’t even know where to start? He hummed low to himself. “There are, yeah,” he admitted. He had to wonder if this man had that same crusted over optimism that he did. “Made more friends here than I have anywhere else. Maybe it’s that death rate, y’know? Got people eager to make friendly.” He shook his head, a slight smile of disbelief as he turned his drink in hand. A bit of dark humor to shadow over how fucking worried he was about everyone. “Shit, half the time it seems like they’re all in on it together. Group effort. Just...mimes?” He looked at Roland with his glass in hand, his face sour. “They ain’t right.” From time to time, he thought of how he had twisted the head off his own mime and then wondered why sometimes he didn’t sleep. The hunter went quiet for a moment. Father figures weren’t a familiar notion to him. He didn’t know his father. Only that he had his face and for that, he was troubled from the start. He was too busy having his grandfather look down at him to consider looking skyward. When the hell fires came for Samson, maybe Nicodemus could look down at him for once. The burn of his whiskey shook him out of it. “Sounds like he was a good man,” he finally said with a nod. “Could do with more of those.” What constituted a good man? He didn’t know. Didn’t think he had much to say on it. “New Orleans, Baton Rouge. Those are the real nice places, can’t go wrong with ‘em. But you wanna see the weird shit? Gotta get out to the middlin’ or upper parishes. Ain’t too different from here sometimes.” Hell, that was how he had spent most of his growing years. Dealing with the weird shit. “But, uh, work, mostly. Depends what people need. Handyman or pest control type stuff. Left home and just sorta kept moving. Make myself useful.” It sounded good enough in his head. “Likewise, likewise.” He held his glass over. “Well, Roland, to weird shit and alright people, huh?”

There was something to be said about trauma bringing people together. Roland agreed the death rate likely helped bring them all together. He knew even within the station, he felt more of a sense of comradery than he had back in Boston. Given, the competitive atmosphere in Boston’s department likely didn’t help, but here in White Crest, they’d all been through a lot. They’d all seen some shit. “Yeah, that must be it. Gotta be in this together to survive a place like this,” he pondered aloud. He slowed down with his drink. It wasn’t often that he indulged in drinking and it hit him more quickly than it would hit most other men his size because of this. While he had every intention of grabbing an Uber home, he didn’t love the idea of making a fool of himself in public. The mention of mimes working with the other crazy things in this town made his brow scrunch up. “God, I hope not,” he grumbled, “The mimes are bad enough on their own. I don’t want to see what happens if they team up with overly aggressive animals and cults… though maybe the mimes are a cult.” He really hated that thought though they did seem to have a cult following in this town. At least they weren’t stabbing people anymore as far as he could tell. All he knew was he could go the rest of his life without seeing or hearing about a mime and he’d be damn glad. “He was,” Roland agreed when Nic mentioned his father sounded like a good man. There wasn’t much more to say about that unless he wanted to go down memory lane and make himself sad. Seemed like he’d done enough of that tonight. Mentions of parts of New Orleans being like White Crest caused him to shake his head. “If I’m going on vacation, the last thing I’m looking for is more weird shit, but hey, guess it builds character.” He nodded along with the odd jobs, “Well, I’ll definitely keep you in mind if anything comes up.” He raised his stein and clinked it to Nic’s glass. “Cheers to weird shit and good people.” Maybe this wasn’t his normal scene, but after a good chat with Nic, he understood why people enjoyed it. He felt a lot less alone in this crazy world having found a kindred spirit. 

[zwritestuff]

Can(t) Speak French

Though Gigi technically can speak French, she finds impossible to even speak at all whenever Nicky is around.

a/n: I said I would write a fic with Girls Aloud’s song Can’t Speak French, AND HERE IT IS. Short-ish one-shot, just to try to explore the girls’ personalities and dinamics. It’s not beta-ed at all, so there will be mistakes.

The bolded dialogue indicates they’re speaking in French, because I didn’t want Google Translate to do me dirty.

“So, you’re telling me that out of all the people working in this office, I’m the only one that speaks French? How?” Gigi inquired in complete astonishment. Yvie nodded with a sigh.

“Apparently, yes. Most of our employees know Spanish, Russian, Chinese, Farsi…” She listed, trailing off a little. “Hardly anyone listed being fluent in French when they applied for their jobs. The only other employee that knew French is Katya, and as we all know she quit to work in her wife’s make-up company,” Yvie pointed out, punctuating the annoyance in her tone with an eye roll.

Gigi suppressed a smile. She’d been working there for mere months, and she didn’t really know who this Katya was, but she was thankful that she quit. Up until now, she’d just been the typical new employee that serves coffee, runs from here to there to deliver papers and almost nobody took seriously due to the fact that she was the youngest girl around.

“When is Miss Doll arriving?” She asked, trying not to show how excited she actually was.

Yvie looked at her wrist watch and then back at Gigi.

“In an hour or so after lunch.”

Soon after Gigi was dismissed to go back to work until it was time for the meeting, and she had the biggest smile in her face as she walked back to her desk.

After having thrown her hopes and dreams of being a fashion designer to the trash, she decided to move to New York with a friend that was going to study at the city. She went around applying for jobs until she got where she was on Charles Building Company.

Though her mother had offered her a million times to send her money to pay rent and buy groceries so she could go back to college —she always insisted she had a good eye for design and fashion, being more sad than upset when she quit college— Gigi always declined, saying they lived just fine from Gigi’s paycheck, her income from the little side business she had as a make-up artist, and the money Crystal parent’s sent their daughter.

Being financially stable didn’t mean she was happy with her job, though — most days she was bored out her mind and she didn’t have any friends despite having worked there for half a year now. The closest thing she had to a friend being Jackie Cox, one of the Company’s lawyers, and she didn’t even know if she could consider Jackie a friend; she was nice to everyone.

So when she sat back at her desk, instead of paying attention to Raven’s voice that shouted from the other side of the room to bring her a coffee, she decided to do some research on Nicky Doll.

Who knew, if she excelled at this she’d probably get promoted to a higher position and people would stop treating her like a kid.

According to Google, Nicky Doll was a French businesswoman known for both her fashion sense and cutthroat attitude when negotiating. She used to be one of France’s most beloved models, and now she was a designer herself, among having investments of all kinds.

Gigi knitted her brows in a frown, starring at a picture of Nicky in her latest fashion show. What kind of business would she want to make with Charles Building Company?

*

“Yes, mom, I’m wearing the red suit. You know this one fits me like a glove and I only wear the pink one on Fridays because it’s comfortable and on Fridays I hang out with the girls after work,” Gigi rambled as she rushed through her lunch, trying to not let her phone fall from the crook of her neck.

Lunch time was almost over and Gigi had taken advantage of it to call her mom and get herself ready before Nicky arrived, vibrating with excitement.

Her mom was telling her how proud of her she was —and also kind of rubbing in her face that she had been right about sending her to French classes since she was little— when Gigi looked at the time and realized she had to go back to her desk and finish reading the contracts before the meeting.

She said her usual goodbyes and packed her lunch back in her lunchbox, heading towards the door of the rooftop, taking a last glimpse of New York’s busy streets before she was going down the stairs.

The rooftop was her favorite part of the whole building; it was mostly deserted when the company wasn’t using it for fancy parties, and Gigi loved it — the view was amazing, and she didn’t have to think on her co-workers purposefully leaving her out when they all got lunch together.

Gigi was humming a song as she went to call the elevator, but she was surprised when, without having pressed any buttons, its doors opened and she saw two people having an argument in a language that clearly wasn’t English.

Gigi’s heart jumped when she noticed this was Nicky Doll. Holy shit.

“Stop pressing more buttons, Leila! You act like a child that’s never been in an elevator,” Nicky huffed, folding her arms. Hesitantly, Gigi stepped into the elevator, making Nicky aware of her presence and causing her to suddenly straighten her position and soften up her expression. “Good evening, Miss,” she politely greeted her with a nod.

Gigi inhaled sharply, all her French knowledge was suddenly gone and her throat was dry.

The photos definitely didn’t do Nicky any justice. She was nothing short of stunning in person, and Gigi was suddenly nervous at the thought of having to spend a lot of time with her as the negotiations went on.

The doors closed and Gigi somehow felt as if there wasn’t any air.

“Good evening, Miss Doll,” she replied with a croaky voice. She bit her tongue and a blush covered her cheeks, as Nicky Doll looked her from head to toe with an indecipherable look. “I— I’m pleased to meet you,” she immediately said after, trying to not let her voice tremble.

“And you are…?” Nicky asked, shifting her weight from one foot to another.

Gigi gulped, even if she didn’t mean it, she looked very intimidating.

“My name’s Gigi Goode and I’ll be your interpreter during the negotiations,” she informed with a shy smile, and Nicky tilted her head to the side.

“What a coincidence, then, to find you just when we thought we were lost,” Nicky said, turning to see her assistant. “This is my assistant, Leila, and it’s safe to say us both were surprised when we arrived and there was no one to receive us and show us around.” Gigi felt Nicky scrutinizing her, and she mentally cursed Yvie.

‘An hour after lunch my ass,’ she thought.

“My apologies for that, our boss was under the impression that you’d arrive later on, we weren’t expecting you so early,” she explained, with her tone full of embarrassment.

Gigi thought she deserved a raise after this; apologizing in behalf of the whole company wasn’t part of her contract.

Nicky suddenly opened her eyes widely and looked at Leila.

“You got the time zones messed up again when you e-mailed them, didn’t you?” She inquired, folding her arms. Leila instantly looked mortified and began apologizing profusely, but Nicky dismissed her with a wave of her hand. “Whatever, it’s already done. Make sure you double check the next time.”

Nicky turned to see Gigi with an apologetic look.

“My apologies for the confusion, Miss Goode. My assistant is still learning,” she said, rubbing her temples.

Gigi nodded understandingly and glanced briefly at the assistant. She’d be lying if she didn’t see herself in her; she used to constantly fuck things up when she began working there. How had Yvie not fired her was beyond her.

The elevator soon was in silence and Nicky pulled out her phone, slightly leaning against the wall.

Gigi tried so hard to not stare at her, but it was nearly impossible. Nicky just had something in her that made her incredibly alluring.

“I like your suit, where did you get it?” Leila complimented, snapping Gigi from her thoughts. She blinked repeatedly before she realized what she’d asked her.

“Thank you! Oh, my mom made it,” she replied with a toothy smile, twirling a little.

Nicky looked up from her phone, eyeing her curiously.

“Your mom is very talented, Miss Goode,” Nicky said, taking a step forward and inspecting every little detail on Gigi’s suit, as Gigi fidgeted with her hands behind her back. “I have to admit, your mother’s work is very polished, and it looks like something that’d be sold at Paris finest boutiques.” Nicky smiled at Gigi, locking eyes with her.

Gigi’s cheeks got a slight rosy tone, the wide smile still present in her face.

“Thank you, Miss, that means a lot coming from you,” she replied, just when the elevator’s doors opened again.

“Miss Gigi, would you do me the favor of showing me around?” Nicky inquired, and Gigi nodded right away.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, Nicky softly interlocked her arm with Gigi’s and looked expectantly at her, batting her eyelashes a little.

“Lead the way, Miss Goode.”

Gigi felt her face burning, but she mechanically started walking, unable to form a coherent sentence.

[hamiltimebinches]

Hercules Mulligan x Reader: Night guard

A/n: I have no idea how being a night guard works so I’m just doing whatever the hell I want to with it. So, it’s probably going to be very inaccurate. This is my first story for Herc so if he’s ooc just know that I’m still trying to get ahold of his character.

Timeline: Modern

Warnings: Swearing (should I really put that there anymore, it’s there for almost every single one of my fics.) A very crappy ending. I also got too lazy to edit the whole thing, I only edited the first few paragraphs. That’s it.

Words: 1,602

     Being a night guard at a museum isn’t very fun. It’s probably not anyone’s first choice, but as a girl trying to pay her way through college I’m not going to be really picking and choosing. But hey, I can’t really complain. I don’t have to deal with people and the pay is nice.

     Because it’s such a boring job I don’t really stay in my office. It’s so cramped and stuffy in there and all I can really do is monitor the place through cameras. Therefore, most nights I normally just stop by my office to get rid of my stuff and then just wander around the building. That’s exactly what I’m going to be doing tonight.

     I set my bag down on the office chair and my ice coffee on the desk. I powered on the monitors, sitting down on the very edge of the chair. Swaying back and forth in the chair I stared blankly at the black screens of the monitors, it always takes awhile for them to start up. I don’t understand why the day guard can’t just keep them on, it would only be a few hours until my shift started. But then again these monitors must eat up power and cost a hell of a lot.

     Looking at the clock on the wall, I saw that the little hand was pointing at the twelve and the longer one was pointing at the one. That means it’s 12:05, five minutes past midnight. I have another eight hours to go, seeing that my shift ends at seven am.

     I turned back to the monitors when a familiar blue light shone from them. They were finally on. Now the only thing left to do is log in with the password I’ve been given and turn on the camera viewers. Logging in with the standard all letters and numbers password I opened up the system that would show me what was on the cameras.

     With that being done I stood up from my chair and started fishing through my bag. Finally finding what I was looking for, my flashlight, I grabbed my ice coffee and left the small office. I took a sip from my ice coffee as I made it to the end of the long hallway that shuts the guards off from the main museum.

     I contemplated which way I wanted to go first. Did I want to go through the ancient exhibits and make my way up or did I want to go through the modern exhibits and make my way down to the stone age? It didn’t really matter, either way it was going to be a long night. With another sip of my drink I decided to go through the ancient stuff first, it had more interesting artifacts to look at anyway. Honestly, I just chose the ancient way hoping it would take me to my favorite exhibit fastest, even though it is an equal amount away from both paths. My favorite exhibit? Obviously the American Revolution.

     About an hour later due to my leisurely pace I walked into the American Revolution exhibit. As I walked by I admired every display in the room. My very favorite display had to be of the Battle at Yorktown though and it was at the end of the exhibit.

     I admired the display as I walked by getting ready to continue on with the night. Yet as I went to leave something caught my eye that caused me to do a double take. There was a man sleeping in the Battle of Yorktown display. It definitely was a strange sight but even stranger was what he was wearing. The man was fully dressed in Revolutionary military uniform.

     Unintentionally I let out a scream, my flashlight falling out of my grip and onto the floor. The man was wakened by my scream and he jumped to his feet. Although he started out with a startled look on his face it slowly changed to wonder and confusion. He looked around, observing the room, without even acknowledging me.

     “Um, excuse me, Sir but what do you think you’re doing here? Especially why were you sleeping in the Battle of Yorktown display?” I asked loudly, picking up my flashlight and holding it at my side. The man jumped slightly, turning to look at me before letting out a particularly loud gasp.

     “What are you wearing?” He asked, looking me up and down. I looked down at myself, I was wearing my uniform shirt and a pair of jeans. “What do you mean what am I wearing? What are you wearing?” I asked in offense, there was absolutely nothing wrong or out of the ordinary with what I was wearing. What he was wearing was out of the ordinary.

    “I’m wearing my uniform, but you’re wearing pants. If you can call those pants, what on earth are they made of?” He asked, gesturing to my pants. “Yeah, I’m wearing pants, they’re jeans.” I said slowly, this guy is starting to get on my nerves. What the hell was he even doing here? “You’re a woman, and you’re wearing pants. Women wear dresses not pants, if you can even call those ‘jeans’ pants.” The man said as though it were the most common knowledge out there.

     Okay, it is official this guy has thoroughly pissed me off. “Um, excuse me! This is not the seventeenth or even eighteenth century, it is 2018! It is the very normal for women wear pants or whatever the hell they want, you ass!” I snapped, glaring at the male. No matter how cute he may be he can’t get away with saying shit like that. Wait. Did I seriously just think that?

     The look of confusion that crossed his face certainly confirmed my previous thoughts. “2018? What do you mean? It’s 1781, isn’t it?” He asked. This guy was either being serious or just a very good actor. “Um, no, it is 2018. What? Have you been living under a rock your whole life?” I said, a nervous chuckle escaping past my lips. This guy hasn’t posed himself as a threat, but if he did he could definitely do some damage to me. “Lived under a rock- what?”

     “Um, not important. If you really are from 1781, which I highly doubt, why don’t you tell me something no one else other than a history nerd would know about the Battle of Yorktown? C’mon, you can tell me as I finish my rounds.” I said, waving him over and starting to exit the room. He followed me out of the room silently before starting up.

    Arriving back at my cramped office with my newfound companion I realized that this guy may actually be from the seventeen hundreds. Every time I tried to throw the guy out of his amazing act by showing him something from my time or talking about recent events he genuinely seemed confused or didn’t understand.

    “Holy shit, you really are from the seventeen hundreds aren’t you?” I asked quietly, sitting down on the desk. I placed my empty cup down beside me as the guy inspected the office chair before deciding to sit down on the floor beside it. He eyed the chair warily before answering my question. “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been trying to convince you of this whole time.”

    “Um, sorry for yelling at you earlier about the pants and for calling you an ass. I wouldn’t have said those things if I had known you came from a time where women only ever wore dresses and literally had no rights, unlike now.” I apologized, rubbing the back of my neck.

     “It’s okay Miss- Miss- I’m sorry I never got your name.” The man said a bit awkwardly. “Oh! I suppose you’re right. I’m (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n).” I introduced myself, sliding from my spot on the desk to on the floor in front of him. I held out my hand for him to shake, but he did differently. He grabbed my hand and placed a soft kiss on my knuckles. My cheeks flushed, and even though I realized that was normal back from when he came I couldn’t help but feel my heart skip a beat or two. “Hercules Mulligan, Miss (Y/n). It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

     “U-Um, yes, it’s a pleasure to meet you too.” I stuttered, gently taking my hand out of his grasp. I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 2:30 am, I still four and a half hours left of my shift.  “Until we find a way to get you back to your time you’re going to have to live with me. Thank goodness I don’t stay at my college dorms and have my own apartment I live in. It’s also quite lucky that I have a spare room and bed you can use, although I might have to clean it up a bit.” I said, bringing my attention back to Hercules.

     “That’s fine with me, but are you okay with me staying with you?” He asked, placing a hand on my knee. Even though it was just a slight touch that didn’t mean anything I still felt butterflies erupt in my stomach. “Of course I’m fine with it, I wouldn’t have said that if I wasn’t.” I said with a smile. He smiled back at me, and I swear my heart is trying to kill me with how many beats it just skipped. I know it’s selfish but I found myself hoping we never found a way to get him back home. 

[xobabygirlhemingway]

Sunday, September 10, 2017

Currently I’m sitting on my old roommates bed in my dorm that is now to myself. Because this dumb foreign bitch who is only spending a semester here from South Korea thinks she can test me. Don’t ever take pics of my side of the room and my personal shit mocking my lack of organization due to the fact I’m a messy depressed sloth. Tf hoe. And also don’t tell me I can’t have guys over IN MY BED. You mad I’m pulling niggas and you're not. You’re not my mom. Don’t text me and tell me to clean my side. This is college I have other shit on my agenda to worry about. And this bitch thought she could play me. LOL. Hoe. You a whole snitch. This 23 year old uptight goody ass bitch that offered to buy my underage ass beer dug through my trash and put my friends and I’s used plastic shot cups in a ziplock bag and turned it into the front desk literally 2 days after I moved in. What tf they gone do? Test it for alcohol and fingerprint it? I think the fuck not. The fact she was so proud when they didn’t care and just threw that shit out is a whole joke. Thank god I go to a ghetto ass college where the RA’s are cool. When my friend Z tried to fight a hoe for gossiping around campus talking shit RA’s at the front desk said “As long as it’s not on campus.” Also sidenote- don’t come to college on some petty ass high school shit. Ain nobody on that fuck shit. Three weeks in and I’ve already gained and lost friends because snakes go with the grass I cut. Anyways, now I have no roommate cause the little snitch bitch had to move out because I almost fought her, she had to bring our RA B to come help her move out because she was so scared. Cussed her ass out right in front of our RA. Zero fucks given. Good riddance. Also thank god the snitch was unaware of my bottles and bong on lock. Everyone here already knows me as the plug for bottles because I always got bottles. Courtesy of Walmart, and my big ass purse I steal them with. Somebody call Kodak and let him know I’m the real Finesse Kid. I’m still recovering from last night. What happened last night you ask? Woke up, beat my face, spent the last of my money at Walmart on notebooks, a rug and flowers for my dorm, and fabrics, etc. for a lingerie line my friend Z and I are planning to start. Time to get a job! Seriously considering becoming a stripper with Z. Yes, we signed up for pole dancing classes for tomorrow I guess we’ll see if we actually go through with it or not depending if we can find a bus there and back. Anyways, when we arrived back to the dorms from Walmart (after getting stranded and having Z’s ex fuck buddy’s friend covered in satanic looking ass Tatts pick us up because we missed the last bus back) we got dressed real cute to go to a hookah bar and invited our friend Kodak. His name Ain really Kodak but I call him Kodak because he looks like Kodak. Who we are all friends but I just found out likes me. I can only be friends and get along with guys fr but then they have to always go and catch feelings. The struggle is real. Anyways, we start walking to the hookah bar because it’s real close to campus downtown and on the way Kodak runs into one of his friends who decides to tag along. In a sketchy dark back alley Z changed out of her leggings and coat because it was cold into her cute outfit ready to make an entrance. Kodak and his friend waited for us in the parking lot. This drunk white guy with dreads creeps up behind Kodak’s friend who was ready to swing just to scare him. He apologizes for his dumbassery and we make our entrance into the hookah bar. We sit down and order our hookah and as we wait, the same white guy with the dreads walks up to us from the bar. He apologizes and introduces himself as a tattoo artist and offers to buy us all Henny shots. Hell yeah. He brings us the shots and when we all take them, a worker comes up to us and kicks us out for underage drinking (they marked our hands with x’s) when we just arrived and didn’t even get a chance to do what we came to do. Chill and smoke hookah. So we leave and say fuck it and go on the hunt for a party because it’s Saturday night and we’re in college so there’s bound to be a party. We heard about a party at The E (apartment complex of mostly college kids) without knowing the room. And also a party at a frat house. Last frat party we went to was a complete disappointment and groups of people we kept passing kept saying The E was the move. So you know damn well we went to The E. And let me tell you, The E was poppin. You walk in that bitch and you see drunk girls falling everywhere, fine niggas in flocks, hear music blasting. The first party we go to was alright. My girl Z was the only one throwing it back. And these prissy blonde little hoes with no ass wanna give judgmental looks because they can’t throw it back even if they wanted to. So we left the party on the 2nd floor for the party on the 4th floor. The second we exited the staircase onto the 4th floor because the elevators were packed was like the stairway into heaven. Music was blasting, drunk bitches were tumbling past, and there was a whole ass crowd waiting outside this one room. First thought was fuck this shit, but it was known there was a lit ass party in that room. And we had to be in there. We pushed past and as soon as we entered, we were apart of the best party I’ve been to ever. You see guys with their shirts off, niggas smoking on that loud, girls twerking on guys, throwing ass everywhere. This drunk girl got on the table and started yelling. You know, the shit you see in movies. And in that moment, we knew, we were the only practically sober ones there. We find our friend T and sit with her on the couch. Kodak’s friend stayed at the last party which wasn’t shit compared to this one, so his loss. Kodak sat on the couch arm chair and I was on the end with him, with him looking like he my man. I looked fly as fuck; rhinestone choker, off the shoulder black bodysuit, $60 ripped jeans with my face beat. Looking like a whole snack. And a full course meal. I recognize from across the room this guy Z and I met with his friend on campus whom we exchanged snapchats with. He goes by Chop (I’ll say that since it’s not his real name and use first letters for everyone who got a real name tf) and he been hitting on me on the snap. I knew he lived at The E with his friend L. I pointed him out to Z and she called him over with his dreads, tattoos, and grills. He leaned over and said something to him then he approached me. (Later I found out she told him I wanted him and he didn’t even recognize me or realize who it was smh) he starts talking to me and points out I look sober as fuck which was an unfortunate fact. He goes to grab me a drink and comes back with a plastic cup and I down that shit the second he hands it to me. Okay. I know. Before you point out how stupid I am, I know not to take drinks from guys. But I was in a fuck it mood. Which typically is the cause of my many mistakes and reasons for sticky situations. I handed the cup back to him and he turned it upside down to make sure I finished that shit. Z was sitting next to me and asked if I took that drink and pointed out that he made sure I finished it and how sketchy that looked and that he probably slipped me some shit. Z turns to T to tell T, then tells Kodak (we all still chilling on the couch). They’re all asking me why I took it and I’m sitting there like fuck. I tell them no matter what, to stay with me at all times and make sure we leave together so nothing happens to me in case this nigga tried to date rape me or some shit. And they were making me all paranoid. With that established and the fact there was nothing we could do because I already drank whatever the fuck he gave me, and the party was still lit we got up and started dancing. T was grinding, Z was twerking. Z got down on the floor and started twerking and got the whole parties attention everyone was recording that shit. I remember it hitting me fast and I felt super fucked up. When I first got to this party I saw Q (fine light skin) and tapped him on the shoulder to make my cute ass known. Back story about my history with Q: Z met Q on the app for our college so she invited him to hang with us. She went back home for the weekend leaving us alone together mid-hangout so we went and hotboxed his car. He called me pretty, said my skin was soft, and I sang him Love Galore in his car. He drove my high ass to Taco Bell, God bless. Tried to get me to come back to his room but instead I went to bed in my room, parting ways. A few days later Z was making me third wheel with her and B (her ex complicated boy fling) and we were bored and decided to go to the movies. Z dragged me down the guys floor hall and knocked on Q’s door for me to invite him. He agreed and came with us as an awkward unofficial double date. And by awkward I mean Z and B were hardcore making out and B was grabbing all over Z’s ass she was practically on top of him the entire movie. When I was just sitting next to Q and we were awkwardly watching the movie with zero contact. The most contact that went down is when I put my head on his shoulder during the end credits to see a funny video he was watching on his phone. BUT WAIT BACK UP!- upon entrance to the movies when we were buying our tickets Q patted his pockets and looked at me and went, “You paying?” TOTAL DICK MOVE. His excuse was, “But you invited me.” Nigga no. Then I’ll uninvite you tf. I was highkey salty at him the entire movie. And yes, I ended up paying for his expensive ass $10 ticket with my poor ass that I can never afford again and that is $10 I will never see again. Z told me stop talking to him, and I agree my standards should never be that low. What a total and complete douche. Not the same guy I met on the first night. Fast forward to two days before the party and Q almost fought with M. M is my unofficial boyfriend. Not my boyfriend. I lost my virginity to him (yes I came to college a virgin) and he’s the only guy I’ve been with, and between us let’s just say we’ve fucked a lot since then. Q and M almost fought because M knew I hung with Q and was being a jealous immature little boy and sending me snapchat videos of Q off guard in class making fun of him. It annoyed me what M was doing so I told Q and then Q started roasting tf out of M to me via text. There was tension and long story short shit almost went down but it didn't. (”You have niggas fighting over you!” -Z) Anyways, back to the party. My fucked up ass set on a mission to find Q at this party knowing he was here. I found him by the kitchen standing there just staring at the crowd looking like he was having no fun. I walked up to him not giving a single fuck this psychotic bitch I was best friends with the first two weeks of college was dancing right next to him with her new friends. I remember throwing my arms around him, being all up on him, putting his arms around me. I was a mess. Yikes. No matter how fucked up, he will never deserve me after that dick move he pulled. I barely remember this night and the order of events that happened next so bare with me. I remember turning up. Leaving, coming back, Z teaching me to throw it back at the bottom of the stairs before going back again. Then we left. Z took off her heels because her feet hurt and stepped on broken glass as we were walking down the steps outside. We sat on benches as she tried to pick it out, while she was doing that for some reason my stupid fucked up ass decided to call M. Honestly I don’t even remember what I was saying but according to Z, it was bad. I brought up Q, and was talking about other guys and Z told me M has feelings for me - which he has yet to confess to me but in the meantime proves I am a total and complete piece of shit. While on the phone with M, me paying no attention to him even though he was on the line different groups of guys kept approaching me and talking to me and asking for my snapchat. I have so many snapchat adds from guys that night, who knows whos who. Because I sure don’t. We ended up walking back to campus with the last group of guys that approached us. I remember one guy trying to come onto me hard and this white guy with a speech impediment telling me how good his plug was and showing me pictures of weed trying to get with me unaware how unattracted I am to white boys. I remember meeting up with my drunk friend A in front of the dining hall on campus who came from the frat party which apparently was crazy lit too, to go back to the party I just came from at The E, but then we heard word that all parties were shut down by the police because they were too lit. Which explained the cops coming up the stairs as Z and I were leaving (perfect timing). The girls (Z, A & I) and Kodak (who lives in the same dorm building as us) decided to go back to our dorms. The guys we were walking with tried to come back to our rooms and kept trying to get us to sign them in but we were like BOY BYE and ditched them at the door. Kodak and Z went to bed, A and I made our way to the basement and ate other peoples food from the public fridge (I know, I’m horrible).  Then I remember eventually making it to my room and crashing. I forgot to mention I was sweating bullets and was hot as fuck. All I wanted to do was party, hell I was even trying to twerk which doesn’t ever happen with my self-conscious petite ass. And I kept trying to go back to the party. Z said he definitely slipped me some shit and I heard word it was Molly. The world may never know. But no way was that just alcohol. Everything was a blur including this morning. And at least he didn’t date rape me. I did think it was weird he slipped me shit then ditched me. When I messaged him on snap that night after I left the party making it known it was me he kept trying to get me to come back and saying he would come pick me up which is weird. I passed. Moral of the story is, don’t take drinks from guys with grills. Or any guys for that matter. I slept until 3 pm today and Z and I were exhausted as fuck still recovering from last night. Today we walked around the hood, and came back to eat and crash. I’m sitting in bed ready to finish this so I can crash because holy shit I’m so exhausted. I have classes tomorrow I NEED TO GO TO. Three weeks into college (forgot to mention I’m a freshman and I’m 18) and I’ve only been to one class. I know it’s bad. My depression has just been really taking a toll. But I’m trying to not let it be the fall of me. I’m making it a priority to go tomorrow and from now on out. It’s going to be interesting to see ho I manage sewing in my Apparel Production class with these long ass acrylic nails. (I’m a fashion major btw). That’s my first class of the day that goes from like 10:30 am to 1 pm then I have Communications which I forget what time. Anyways, I’ll be there. And I know I’m fucked because I’m so behind. I have to be up early to beat my face and get breakfast & Starbucks with Z before class. After classes we have our pole dancing intro class which I’m interested to see if we actually go through attending or not. Then later M is coming over one last time. He’s in the army and I just found out he’s going to Florida to help with the hurricane for two months. Two fucking months. So much for a relationship. He wants me to wait for him. But it don’t be like that. This isn’t a relationship, I don’t know you and you barely know me. You took my virginity and we’ve been sleeping together and laying up in bed since. I only briefly mentioned my mom’s husbands abuse once. And he thinks he knows me. He likes me but doesn’t talk to me and gets jealous and acts like we’re in a relationship but doesn’t get to know me or tell me about himself nor does he ask. I’m not the same person I was a week ago, who knows what kind of change will occur in two months. I met M at college orientation a month before college. I approached him because I liked his tattoos (ITS ALWAYS THE TATTOOS THAT GET ME!!). The girl I used to be friends with the first two weeks of college called him over at the basketball court saying I was interested but too scared to talk to him. (not scared, just awkward. Plus he was in the middle of a game) he ended up asking for my number and things went from there. I’ve made it known I’m single though.  He hasn’t even attempted to cuff me fr so that’s on him. He doesn’t seem to realize I’m not your typical virgin. Or wasn’t. How am I supposed to do long distance with a guy that won’t even establish what we are. I’ll let him figure it out. However, I’ve had my eyes on this guy I keep running into. First two times on campus and the other two times on the city bus. He has a neck tattoo that’s how I’m always able to tell it’s him. He looks like a cross between Tay-K and YG so you already know whats up. Saw him on the city bus yesterday before that crazy night on my way to Walmart with Z. Z fell asleep next to me on the bus but when I saw him get on I immediately woke Z up. “Why the fuck did you wake me up?” She follows my gaze and, “Ohhh” Best Friend Intuition. “I’m going to go get him for you.” I kept telling her no but you know damn well she did. She gets up and walks down the bus and takes the seat right next to him. “My friend thinks you’re cute but is too scared to talk to you.” She kept trying to wave me over and I kept refusing, they were both staring and I realized now I’m looking stupid so I make my way over and sit in the seat in front of Z, turned towards him. It was mostly Z doing the talking and was honestly awkward for me. But she worked her magic and we followed each other on Instagram. He told me he’d DM me when he got to work (damn he makes a McDonald’s uniform look sexy). Don’t judge me. You’re judging me. But if you saw him you wouldn’t. When we were at Walmart he commented heart eyes on one of my pics then slid in my dm’s and asked for my #. I gave it to him and we’ve been texting. He’s real cute and sweet. Waiting on him to reply though wtf it was going good so him or his phone better be dead. Found out he doesn’t even go to our college but he be here. Probably I’m assuming he knows people. Also found out his name is J (using first initials only!) and he has a neck tattoo in the front center of his neck of a pair of dice and his name and apparently is in a gang and on probation with 4 charges. Okay daddy, I see you. It’s always the bad boys I have hella heart eyes for. If you’re not from the streets, I don’t want you. He looks like trouble, and trouble looks fine as hell. He told me to invite him to the next party here so you already know next weekend is about to be interesting. And he said he wants to chill with me on no fuck nigga shit sounding like a real MAN (M take note) and said I could even invite my friend Z to smoke and drink. So stay tuned because you already know whats up. But for right now, I need to go to bed and make sure I’m up and get to my classes.  It’s almost 1 am which means I should be downing coffee after coffee by breakfast. The life of a girl from the hood in a new hood, in college. 

xo babygirl hemingway

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                                     It’s A Small World After All

Feeling like I release a lot of stress. Relieved I just laid there in the moonlight, turned over to admire the beautiful person that was lying next to me. Never figured I would lay up with such a person in such a short time. I leaned over to kiss such an amazing sight when I heard the front door open. My heart jumped into my throat I scurried for my clothes but I wasn’t fast enough. I heard a man’s voice say,” baby I been calling your phone you’re not answering I just wanted to check on you, you sleep baby?” I can hear his footsteps getting closer. I’m panicking I tried wake up the person in bed but they didn’t budge, the footsteps stop, I’m frozen there naked with just a sheet covering my goodies, and with confusion all I can say is, “DADDY”!

Let’s start from the beginning,

Waking up my eyes was swollen from crying all night, I just broke up with my boyfriend 2 months ago and it has been a struggle every day. He was absolutely everything to me my sun when I was down and out. Today was different even though I woke up with swollen eyes I felt happy I had a smile on my face and it felt good. Patted around the bed for my phone to check the time,”oh shit I’m about to be late for work”. I guess I slept in from being up so late, hopped in the shower thanking the heavens I already had my uniform out. Got out the shower sprayed lotioned up with some Victoria Secret’s Love Spell threw on some lace underwear just because I was in a good mood, standing there admiring myself ,”like girl you look good”, I giggled. Quickly threw my uniform on and headed out to work. Being that I am a doorwoman at a high rise apartment building my coworker couldn’t leave until I arrived and I made it just in the nick of time. “Arleta I almost thought you was a no show”, she said smiling. “Never, you know I couldn’t leave you hanging, so what’s new today? What I gotta keep my eye on?”  Tasha smacked her lips and rolled her eyes ,”Girl the new I think her name is Chasity been tripping and asking a lot of questions because her car got keyed so I’m sure she will be down here to wreck your nerves too!”, “Ok cool ,I replied, anything else?” I said hesitant hoping for an easygoing shift. “Naw besides that you straight, it should be smooth sailing, but don’t you look happy today feeling good I see,” she said as she walked pass me to get her purse,”I like seeing you like this Leta, whatever you doing keep it up, I’m out of here enjoy your shift.” She damn near ran out the sliding doors I just giggle and shook my head. I checked all the cameras everything looked cool so I was able to throw on makeup real fast eyebrows, eyelashes, and lip gloss before anyone came thru the lobby. When I tell you I was feeling good I was and no one was going to be able to take that away. It wasn’t busy yet so I was able to look thru my phone and check social media when I came across a status that my ex had post claiming he was oh so happy, I laughed, continued scrolling. Took a few selfies and posted them with the caption “I’m feeling rich today” with a wink face. Still no action in the lobby I was starting to get bored and my thoughts starts kicking in and next thing I know I was daydreaming. “Tap tap tap” a lady tapped on my desk with her key. I jumped back into reality from daydreaming, “I’m sorry for my daydreaming mam, how can I help you? “I said with a smile. She returned with a smile, “its ok we all tend to drift off into LaLa land sometimes, I was just wondering if I can see the security cameras from last night?, someone keyed my car.” I thought to myself she don’t seem like a nerve wrecker,”Oh yes my coworker told me what happened but I can’t do anything without my supervisors authorization”. She looked disappointed so I’m kindly said,” I’m sorry,” and touched her hand. She looked up and said, “No worries I will figure it out”. There was an awkward silence and thats when I realized my hand was still on hers embarrassed I snatched away,” sorry about that”, I blushed. She smiled,” you apologize too much, I’m Chasity,” she stuck her hand out. “I’m Arleta, nice to meet you Chasity”, we shook hands but it lingered. She was looking me straight in the eye, it made me kind of nervous,” what time is your lunch?”  I nervously smiled and look at my phone to check the time it was literally my lunch break, I looked at Chasity and said,” it’s actually right now”. Chasity smirk and said, “Let me take you lunch”, and for some reason I agreed I’m guessing it was on behalf of the great mood I was in. So I put my “Back in an hour” sign up and walked around my desk to where I noticed Chasity was examining me and smiling. To break her concentration I quickly asked, “so where we going?” Chasity tilted her head, “follow me”, as she opened the door for me. As we were walking down the street my phone rang and I answered,”hey Dad where were you this morning?” sounding concerned. “Hey Sugar, I went out early to run some errands, that’s why I’m calling you now didn’t know you had to work I bought breakfast back for you but your room was empty,” I could hear the disappointment in his voice. It’s been just me and my Dad for the last 4 years after my mother walked out on us with no note, so he was always concerned and worried about my whereabouts. “I’m sorry Daddy I actually forgot you I have a lot on my mind but I should see you later for dinner”, I start watching Chasity walk in front of me, “Ok Leta have a nice day at work”, my Dad said breaking my attention on Chasity and we hung up. I lingered back though to watch Chasity, she was a sight even a straight female would turn to watch her walk away, she is dark skin like smooth chocolate, wasn’t petite at all but thick in all the right places, she wears long black hair with blue highlights that hung to her ass probably was 28inches, and her ass is like two handfuls wasn’t going to be to cover all of it and with every step there is a slight movement. I was so busy checking her out I didn’t realize we stopped and I bumped right into her. She laughed and I said,” My bad”. “Why did you stop?” I asked embarrassed. She laughed “We here silly girl”, I looked around and it was a little Taco stand I don’t know what I was expecting because she is so odd and suspicious. “I promise you Arleta this man has the best tacos ever you will not be disappointed, how many you want?” I smiled and said,” let get 10 of them thangs,” we both laughed, “I will just take three with everything but no sauce.” “What kind of meat?” “I don’t know surprise me you know this place better than me Chas, can I call you that?”  Chasity gave her a warm smile and said, “You can call me whatever you want”.  As we waited for our tacos we conversed got to know each other a little more, Chas seem real cool. I was really feeling her not just in a friendly way which was weird because I never looked a female the way I looked at her, felt for her,  I wanted her , I wanted to see what her lips feel like, I just wanted more from her. “Chas you was right them tacos was fire, I’m going to start coming here for lunch from now on”, I told Chas.  Chas gently nudge me and said “, as long as you don’t go without me”, with a wink. We walked back to my job, her apartment building, just conversing just adding to my amazing day. Chas took my mind off so much. We was at the building and she was telling me how she had to make a run, I felt bummed, I guess I just wanted to talk to her more. I guessed she sensed my facial expression and moved in closer to me,  my heart started pounding, I tried to step back but she grabbed me by my lower back pulled me closer, I wanted to pull back but I didn’t. “Come up to my apartment when your shift is over and have a drink with me 1604 on the 16th floor,” she whispered into my ear and I damn near lost my balance when she kissed my neck. She laughed and walked away but not without looking back at me again. I felt like a teenager skipping back to my desk smiling ear to ear. Searched for my phone texted my best friend,” Bitch I think I got a Girlfriend,” with a bunch of laughing faces. Impatiently waiting to get off work and make my way upstairs to Chas I kept scrolling thru my social medias quickly going pass things I have already seen and taking quick glances at the clock. I put my phone down and decided to do some actual work some logs and print out new visitors passes my phone began to vibrate. Ignoring it I continued to do work to make time go by a little faster. About half way into my logs my phone vibrates again but this time I pay attention, I had one missed call and a text message, I read the text first it said, “I’m sorry; it was never my intentions to hurt you”. I stared at my phone in awe I couldn’t believe what I was reading and all I can mutter out was ,”Son of a bitch, perfect  fucking timing,” I didn’t recognize the number at first but then I realized it was my ex with his sorry ass apology, an apology I been waiting for. My mind went blank all I seen was his face his sweet handsome face that I wanted to slap the shit out of. I thought to myself how should I reply and decided not to reply at all I will make him wait on it. Still in awe I swiveled around to check the time to see its 5 minutes to clock out and I instantly got anxious. It seem like the longest  5 minutes ever I was so relieved when my relief strolled in I gave him the run down and damn near ran to my car. Sat in my car thinking “what are my intentions if I go up to this girl apartment? Are we really just going to have a drink?, or maybe I’m overthinking”. The inner me just said,”fuck it”, took my hair out of a ponytail, threw some lip gloss, and took off my work shirt. I couldn’t wait to see what Chas apartment looked like but I was nervous at the same time. Took a double look at myself work pants and a tank top I felt weird but she knew I just got off work adjust my boobs and made my way to the elevator. In the elevator I felt sick my heart was pounding like crazy and I had butterflies   in my stomach.  I was pacing the elevator  I decided to take my ass home make up with my ex when the door opened and Chas was standing there looking amazing looking down at her phone and this amazing smile came upon her face when she seen me standing there. “There you are”, she said excitedly, “I was just coming down to make sure you were coming up,” she grabbed my hand and dragged me out the elevator. Walking behind her all I can do is shake my head she had on some grey leggings that hugged her body so well I was so mesmerized I didn’t realize we were in her apartment already and she talking to me. “Huh,” I replied, she giggled, “what’s your poison Tequila or Vodka?” I replied hesitant, “Tequila of course, Oh my goodness look at this view!” Walking over to her window that took up the whole wall, the view was breathtaking. I stood there in awe I have never seen such a beautiful sight you can almost see all of Los Angeles. As I’m standing there amazed I feel Chas walk up on me from behind I instantly became nervous, she whispered, “I like you Leta, can I call you Leta?” I turned around we were face to face she was licking her full lips and eyeing me something dangerous ,”Yes that’s fine,” I replied flashing a smile and quickly moving out of her way but she grabbed me by the waist and said ,”here’s your drink, Tequila right?”.  I was so nervous thinking to myself, “I have never been with a female, I don’t know how this works”, but it felt so familiar I was nervous but I was comfortable and wanted to play. Somehow I got out of her grip and continued to view her place I noticed she sat down and watched me walk around so put an extra pep in my step made sure I swung my hair with every turn and I bent down to view pictures I made sure she had a good view. Finally I made my way back to the living room and sat on the same couch as her but not close to her and we got to know each other. I watched her every move from the way she would lick her lips after every sip of drink to the way she moved her hands as she talk. During our discussion I learned she was an accountant, single but mingling, and of course she is bisexual, in which she elaborated that she is more interested in women and began to move closer to me. I took a big gulp of my drink, “is that right?” shifting my body towards the view trying to avoid eye contact. “So enough about me Leta, what about you, are you into women?” she pushed up on me and I thought to myself “GAMETIME!” I replied with the same push back looked her dead in her eyes, bit my lip, and replied,” I’m very curious about you,” she giggled ,”somebody is coming out of their shell”. I got up and walked to the window as I expected she followed she lingered behind me for a few seconds then wrapped her arms around my waist it felt like a release. I played it cool as she rested her chin on my shoulder it felt surreal to be wrapped by a female but it felt so good. In my head I said “Fuck it” turned around picked her up her chin and gave her an innocent kiss. She looked at me surprised I gave her a slight smile giving her the “Ok”. Next thing I know we were going at it like high school teenagers, she had me by hair gripped tight and aggressively kissing me I couldn’t keep up. So she led but I took over throw her on the couch and slowly traced her body with my fingertips while kissing her neck. Every now and then I will look up to just to see expression just make sure I was doing things right, clearly I was because her facial expressions didn’t give me a negative vibe. It really tripped me out because I was just touching and kissing her the way I liked to be just touched and kissed. It was like sweet bliss. Her skin was so smooth which made me want to gently bite on her shoulders and neck this where she let out a soft moan my heart almost skipped a beat. Knowing that this is my first time with a female and it was going pretty good. All of sudden she stopped me by putting her finger to my lips and I playfully bit it, she smirked,” let me show you my room,” she stood up adjusted her clothes and reached for my hand. Instantly I got nervous I just wanted to make out a bit but then again I wanted to see where this is going to go. I took her hand and she led me down her hallway caressing my hand. “Welcome to my comfort  zone”, she said spreading her arms open as if she was showing off a brand new car. I looked around it was beautiful room with nice black art hanging on the walls, she had a king size canopy bed, and the room was pink and midnight blue. As I walked around her room to examine the big pictures she walked over to her nightstand and lit a collection of candles. I glanced over at her as she walked to turn the lights off and spoke before I can catch my words, “hey Chas I think I should I go,” trying to avoid eye contact and walk pass her she grabbed my hand I stopped dead in my tracks, she placed herself behind me, my heart was in my throat once again, she whispered, “are you sure?”. She unbuckled my work pants I tried to stop her but she tugged on me to let me know me she wasn’t playing any games. She’s nibbling and licking on my neck I want to leave but I don’t want to go, it feels amazing. At this point her hands are in my pants rubbing my lower tummy, our breathing is heavy but I got a little confused on why she was breathing so hard. While I was enjoying the sexual seduction her fingers entered my “happy place” I didn’t budge I actually opened up to her she noticed my silent gesture and whispered,” Oh you like that huh,” she turned me around kissed me then put the finger she used on me in her mouth and licked it clean. I was in awe, if I wasn’t caught up in the moment I would have been standing there with my mouth wide open. She forcefully threw me on the bed I giggled but I thought to myself “what the hell”, I pushed myself up to her pillows to get comfortable, I watched her get undressed her body glistened in the candle light. It was like sexy slow motion I loved how comfortable she is in her skin she put on a little show for me and I enjoyed. She crawled to me like a sexy cheetah I didn’t know how to react so I just laid there still fully clothed with my fingers in my mouth feeling like a shy school girl. She climbed on top on of me and gave me the longest passionate kiss I received in a long time. She undressed me while she kissed me I don’t think she missed a beat after every piece of clothing there was a passionate kiss. I was laying there completely naked wishing I had something to cover up my body I kind of felt uncomfortable with her just staring at me while I was bare. I guess she sensed my nervousness and told me, “No need to be nervous baby you are perfect.” I smirked and rolled my eyes, she traced my body with her fingertips from head to toe that turned on some type of fire in me. The kisses she gave to my inner thighs made my body shutter, she hasn’t even completely touched me yet but I was moaning so loud you would think she was. She gave my thighs deep passionate kisses for a long time I definitely was enjoying the attention to my thighs waiting for the finale that never came. She let out a long sigh, I looked around confused, Chas climbed back to the top of the bed huffing and puffing like she did something. Meanwhile I’m still lying there like, “WTF just happened?” she turns over and kiss me on the cheek,”hope that was good to you as much as it was for me”. Still lying there in amazement, I took a deep breath and thought to myself “well that was fun while it lasted”. I turned over to ask her if I can take a shower but when I turned over she was already sleep so I decided I will just sleep until the sun come up. I dozed off to sleep until I woke up to footsteps, someone yelling, and shaking me. Startled looking around I yelled, “Dad what are you-“, focusing on him I noticed the confusion on his face as he said,” baby I just got in the home when I walked in I heard you talking, walked in here only to realize you were sleeping I wasn’t trying to scare you baby, I figured you was having a bad dream”. Still confused looking at my surroundings realized I was home in my own bed I was dreaming. “Oh I’m sorry Daddy I must have eaten to late got me having bad dreams, I should be okay now thank you for waking me up go get you some rest now”. He kissed me on the forehead and headed to his room. Staring at the ceiling trying to gather my thoughts, everything felt so real. Searched for my phone to make sure it was a dream sure enough there was no text message to my best friend about a Chas. Turned on the TV decided to stay up until work since it was in a few hours. Pulled up to my job still thinking about the realistic dream I had last night I notice a moving truck thinking nothing of it I walked to the booth to relieve my coworker. She let me know there was a new tenant moving in so one gate will remain open and one elevator is for the movers. As I was getting my work station together the elevator door slid open, there was someone struggling with full length mirror, I rushed to help since it’s my job. “Let me help you with that”, all I saw was blue toes, I helped her put the mirror down against the wall and walked away to return to my booth. When I sat down I was signing in, “Thank you so much, I almost had 7 years of bad luck.” “You’re welcome”, I said slightly without looking at her. Extended her hand and said,” Nice to meet you Ar-Leta,” as she read my name tag, “I’m Cha-“. As I finally look up from my desk and dead in the eye of the girl of my dream, my heart stopped,”Chasity!” She smiled ear to ear all bubbly and bouncy she said,”Yea how did you know?”, “Lucky guess,” I smirked.

                                                  The End.