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RHIANNON GODDAMNIT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

YOU HAVE GOT TO STOP POSTING THIS SHIT FOR ME TO SEE FIRST THING IN THE MORNING

THE COFFEE HASNT EVEN HIT MY BLOODSTREAM AND I AM ALREADY [REDACTED]

seeing that you posted the next part

vs reading it

thinking about... the aftermath.

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Your face drops as it replays in slow motion in your head, every word more damning than the last. 

‘How long have you been fucking my girlfriend?’

You’re vaguely aware of the ensuing chaos around you: Matt yelling out as he shuts his hand in the fridge door, Frank jumping to his feet, beelining to the metal handle of what looks like his gun—

“What are you talking about?” Matt asks, calmly, his voice dragging you back into the present. He yanks his hand out from the fridge, massaging the welt blooming across his knuckles.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about, Red,” Frank laughs, incredulously. He stiffens a moment before turning to you, frustration miring his face. “Answer the question, sweetheart.”

“F-four months,” you say, but it comes out as a squeak.

“Four months?” Frank runs his tongue over his teeth. “Four months,” he nods, repeating it in affirmation, or… vacant delusion, from the look on his face.

He raises a hand, pointing in Matt’s direction. “I swear, Red, if you don’t start fuckin’ talking—“

Matt’s voice cuts through. “How did you know?” 

Frank scoffs. “You really think you could get away with it? That—that just ‘cause I can’t hear heartbeats a mile away or tell you what you had for lunch last week I wouldn’t know?” He shifts on his feet, more reticent now than before. “C’mon, Red. It was piss easy. ‘Sides, not like you two were quiet about it.”

“S’funny, isn’t it?” Frank glances at Matt, his mouth curving into a rueful smile. “Thought you were uh… upholdin’ the Catholic values you seem to preach about every time we’re together.”

It’s difficult to look at anything but your hands; not with the mixture of renegade mortification and undiluted adrenaline running through your veins. “Okay Frank,” you start, meeting his gaze, “Can we—can we just talk about it?”’

“Don’t you worry sweetheart,” he says, nonchalantly, “the talking’ll happen later.” 

“After tonight,” he adds, noticing your bewildered stare. “Right now, I ask the questions. Got it?”

You swallow dryly as he pulls up a chair from the dining table, spinning it around to straddle the seat. “So,” he begins, a little too indifferently, wagging his finger between you and Matt, “does he fuck you like I do?”

You choke on your own spit, unable to comprehend his question or come up with any kind of intelligible answer.

“D’you moan his name when you’re together? Same way you do f’me?”

Matt speaks for the first time in what feels like an eternity, and you’re grateful for the cushion against Frank’s relentless pursuit. “I don’t think this is appropriate, Frank. Not right now.”

“Oh,” Frank sneers, “now you wanna speak up? ‘Cause for a second I thought she mighta fucked that mouth right off of ‘ya.” He flicks back to you, eyes ravaging the length of your body. “Answer the questions, sweetheart.”

You inhale, aware that it’s ragged and shallow, so the words don’t form properly. “Yesandyes.”

Frank blows out a breath. “Well I’ll be damned,” he says, lips curling into a crooked smile. “Seems like altar boy ain’t such a pussy after all."

“What?”

“That wasn’t too hard, was it?” Frank grins. 

Matt bristles, listening intently to the moderate boost in Frank’s heartbeat, to the fibres of his denim jeans stretching ever-so-slightly to accommodate— “Honestly, Frank? Fuck you.”

“So that’s it? You’re… okay? We’re not going to talk about it?” you interject, wondering for a second if this is yet another twisted, lucid dream.

“I told you,” Frank mutters obliquely, stepping off the chair to make his way over to you, “the talking’s gonna happen later.” He flashes you a Cheshire cat smile, planting one hand on the back of the couch to tower over you. Blinking, your eyes flicker over his form, catching on the now-prominent outline in his jeans.

He takes your gaze away in an instant, lifting your chin up with a finger until your lips are almost touching.

His breath fans your face as his honeyed voice drops an octave. “Show me what you do, yeah?"

"Huh?" you whisper, clenching your hands, unsure of where to put them.

"Show me how you fuck him, sweet girl.”

[jcheezyinzecity]

Kanye

To the tune of “I wanna be like you”

Oh, oobee doo

I wanna be like you

I wanna walk like you

Talk like you, too

You'll see it's true

An ape like me

Can learn to be humen too

Everyone say Kanye west

He’s the best

Better than the rest there is no test

But Kanye west

Why you acting like you from the west?

Where the fuck is the love cause all I see is hate

Don’t judge what you don’t understand.

Ignorance is bliss till you in a jam

Trust me, take my hand

I say to myself cause I don’t need no man

These city lights don’t shine as bright as they used to

Kanye where are you

I guess west is more than a name

And Batman is just a game

You rap for fame

You forgot where you came

And it’s not the same

It’s my city now

I ain’t see you in a while

The queen of the south

Call it khales-is

turn into an unbeliever

A little jungle fever

I fuck with Bieber

But I dont fuck with Mars

But Ill rock with NARs

I’ll drop the bars

I ldon’t drive fancy cars

Find us in the dive….bars

Call that Chicago classy

I don’t rep a brand

I do it for the fam

Well I mean I chose my dad

I bleed red and blue

Chessare through and through

I do this for peace ✌🏼

I’m not from the streets

Words were my wounds

I see it clearly now

Stay mid cause I’m too extreame

Ex crash out if you know what I mean

Call me jimminy

Crickets or Hendricks

The power of love overcomes the love of power when you roll with me

I’m AU - D - H - D

Don’t f with me

Follow me

My names JC

Aka messy - Jessie

I don’t yap for free

I keep it clean 🧼

I’m not mean

I don’t see color but I do see green

No amount of money could brainwash me

Chasing money

Then I’m not your honey

I play da - rts

I don’t rip farts

Atomic 2025

I drop beats not bombs

Sing to me like Paulo

Music is all I know