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SCP : Sedition - SCP-035 [Tape 02]

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[START LOG]

_035s Cell_

SCP-035: *looks at his new body’s hands* These are the hands of an artist. Calluses. Hard worker. Shows vintage.

Watch: He was a person once.

SCP-035: Now who stopped seeing him as one first? You consider people like him property. At least they live through me... for as long as they last.

Watch: I'm not here to argue with you. Now could you please answer my previous question about 001?

SCP-035: (deep inhale and exhale) I appear to be in a more agreeable mood. Why not?

SCP-035: ...

Watch: So...?

SCP-035: Well... which one? I understand there's about... what, twenty? So what am I to say? How am I to know which one is the real Slim Shady?

Watch: I- the real what now?

SCP-035: Huh. That... surfaced out of nowhere. *shrugs* Teething problems.

SCP-035: Anyway, here's my point: why ask my opinion if only one of them exists? Or two? Or heck, maybe even none at all.

SCP-035: What if they're just a ruse to keep people from knowing what the real 001 is? That's what I would do.

Watch: That's an interesting theory.

SCP-035: I'm right, aren't I? Come on, you can tell me.

Watch: I think we've said all that needs to be said.

SCP-035: <disappointed> Aww...

[Rest bellow the cut]

Watch: What do you think about humanity?

SCP-035: In all honesty, I find humanity to be the greatest source of entertainment.

Watch: Really? What is it about us that you find so compelling?

SCP-035: The answer to that question is a difficult concept to grasp.

Watch: Something philosophical?

SCP-035: ... Life as we know, it is one great symphony of order. Everything has a purpose, its a place in the grand scheme of things. Nature and matter. But then humanity is thrown into the mix.

SCP-035: Chaos! Purposelessness! No order! And yet, somehow you co-exist in your own illogical way, conjuring order and purpose for yourselves! Science and art would not exist had your kind not created it.

SCP-035: In your attempt to make sense of the world, humanity interprets through imagination and entertainment. Calling a spade a spade is just so boring, and you start murdering each other because of its mundanity.

Watch: I see what you're saying.

SCP-035: It's essential to your sanity. With no lens to hold up to the world, you become fearful of it. You'd end up having another [REDACTED] Day Massacre.

SCP-035: A single anxious woman caused a riot that lasted 27 days, all thanks to a little reality intruding in on her life.

SCP-035: (giggles) Of course, I may've had a small hand in events

Watch: We're one hell of a playset to you.

SCP-035: We're all playthings to something or someone else. Don't believe that I was never someone's toy too. Don't feel so victimised. It's only human. Believe when I say this.

SCP-035: We have more in common than what you see in those little files.

Watch: How does an artificial body compared to the one that once lived?

SCP-035: Let me ask you this: Would you prefer to interact with flesh, or imitation?

SCP-035: (chuckles) It's familiar, like home. It shows expressions in the subtleties of its movement that o mere statue can mimic.

Watch: Wouldn't something like an animatronic body last longer?

SCP-035: Eh, you're right about that, but most people would be scared out of their wits. Its not about preserving the body beyond its expiration date.

SCP-035: It's experiencing what you can with the time you have left. Stone and metal provides no experiences to build upon the ones I already have.

Watch: Touching... and what about in the mind? Are you afraid of expressing your own psychological state without another's personality to filter it through?

SCP-035: *points at Watch* Smart move... <teasing> but you'll have to try better.

Watch: ... *crosses arms* Moving on.

Watch: What is your purpose?

SCP-035: ...Not sure. What's yours?

Watch: I trough we were talking about you.

SCP-035: Whatever picks my interest.

Watch: My purpose is whatever I choose it to be.

SCP-035: Sure it is. Objectively, I guess you could say my purpose is to help people express themselves in death in ways they never could in life.

Watch: And unobjectively?

SCP-035: For now, to feed.

Watch: Is that what drives you to possess humans? Do you gain knowledge? Sustenance? Or some form of joy?

SCP-035: Certainly more satisfying than taking over inanimate objects, *points at Jacobs* like that man behind the glass over there.

Watch: (chuckles) <amused> No comment.

SCP-035: To an extent, I gain some knowledge of the person I possess. Their memories and experiences, although I don't really retain much. Just what I've said and done as them.

Watch: And you feed on that?

SCP-035: It's not like a literal meal, it's a feast for the soul! I thrive on variety, and what better fruits for a spotlighter like myself than fresh ripe experiences and emotions of humanity?

Watch: Pretty tasty. Ever come across some rotten apples?

SCP-035: Don't blame the tools if you're not talented enough to work with them. That being said, who am I to complain when I receive some variety?

Watch: You could be the voice of reason to their tortured mind.

SCP-035: <agitated> That is not my purpose! I accentuate, not debiliate! I study behaviours, just like you.

SCP-035: Like I said, we could be great stage partners.

Watch: I dont force you to do anything.

SCP-035: No, but they do. *points at the window*

SCP-035: Where's your voice of reason?

Watch: I don't murder people.

SCP-035: What does that change?

Watch: I'm on this side of the table.

SCP-035: That's a very thin line you've drawn there, and it can be crossed in an instant.

Jacobs: This line of questioning is discontinued.

Watch: Do you have sympathy towards your victims?

SCP-035: *hides face in hands* (murmured, lowly enough to be barely coherent on recording) ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢᵏ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ…

Watch: …035?

SCP-035: Something else.

Watch: Is it upse-

SCP-035: Another question, damn it! *stands up while slamming both hands on the table*

SCP-035: *slowly sits back down* Mmm... I-...

SCP-035: It's difficult to answer... I used to not need to, but now... It's unavoidable. I share a person's memories and experiences. As soon as I take their minds, I see everything they lose.

SCP-035: But the difficulty is not recognizing sympathy, but from where it is born. Is it me who sympathises with my 'victim' as you call it? Or they who sympathise through me?

Watch: Have they ever influenced you to take an action? To do something you don't necessarily want to?

SCP-035: ...On occasion, a host's plight may drive me to... perform actions that deal with the urges. But to control or fully influence me? That has yet to occur.

Watch: It sounds almost like you begin as the intruder of a person's mind, but once you make that link, the host becomes the voice constantly speaking inside your head.

SCP-035: (sigh) *looks down* Next. Question.

Watch: But-

SCP-035: <muttered, softly> Please.

... *Watch sits with crossed arms, staring at 035*

SCP-035: So... go ahead!

Watch: With what?

SCP-035: Just ask! I know what you've been buttering me up for, so...

Watch: Alright. What did you and 049 talk about during the containment breach?

SCP-035: Oh, nothing much. Just catching up on old times.

Watch: We've suspected for some time that you two came in contact prior to containment-

SCP-035: It goes a little deeper than that, darling. We are lovers, he and I.

Watch: *does a double take* ...Really?

SCP-035: Hahahaha! No! I just wanted to see the look on your face.

Watch: (not really sincere chuckle) Hehe, funny.

SCP-035: You need to loosen up more, let more people get close to the real you.

Watch: I'm not the one being interviewed here. ...So, if you weren't lovers-

SCP-035: Acquaintances. More-so, partners perhaps. But we were so much different back then.

Watch: How far back are we talking about?

SCP-035: Oof, a good thousand years now. I found myself caught up in Crusades and being me, warped events to suit my needs. Made them think I was a holy artifact.

SCP-035: I mean, I am, but they didn't need to know it wasnt their Gods. Found the cause very sily, but the perks, eh?

Watch:< unamused> Your talents for scamming human race never cease to amaze me.

SCP-035: You make it sound so evil. I was trying to survive. If they trought I was a product of Satan, I'd have been destroyed and you wouldn't have the pleasure of my company.

Watch: <flatly> More's the pity.

SCP-035: You flirt. Anyway, I was heading trough Bosnia with asmall group of Hungarian soldiers. They'd just won a foothold and we were taking some trinkets back across the border - so much for reclaming Holy Land - when the caravan was ambushed by rebel troops.

SCP-035: Which only goes to show that just because the Crusades worked the first time does not mean it'll work a second. I only found out later that Hungary was pushed back across the boarder.

Watch: Later?

SCP-035: When the trinkets were reclaimed, I wasn't picked up. *shrugs* Seems to be dificult to influence people when they're afraid for their lives.

SCP-035: And so was I left alone in the wilderness. Dramatic, really. Very calming.

Watch: How did you get somone to find you?

SCP-035: I didn't. 049 found me all on his own. By this point, he had another name... funny though, I can't seem to recall it.

SCP-035: He emerged from the light like a saviour from above. Somehow he knew I was alive and he could feel my energy.

Watch: Did he put you on?

SCP-035: *nods* Yes. But we weren't linked like I had been with other hosts. It was... Mutual. Equal.

Watch: What was he doing in the Middle East? Thats awfully out of the way.

SCP-035: He'd been making his way trough Asia towards Europe on his pilgrimage of cleansing. The Crusades had died down in my absence, and 049 was heading through to clean up the mess.

Watch: And how exactly does turning the corpses of the fallen into proxies help that exactly?

SCP-035: Oh, no, no, no, no. 049 wasn't turning the dead. He was resurrecting them. Truly.

SCP-035: He gave what few he could life. Mostly inocent bystanders and seldom brought back soldiers, especially on the Christian side.

SCP-035: He was avoiding the road most traveled, else he'd have a meeting with the buisness end of a sword. He came across me on his way across to Italy, where he'd heard a great many lives had been cut short.

Watch: And so you traveled together.

SCP-035: <irate> I'm sorry, was I interrupting your story? *slightly stands up*

Watch: <placitingly> Alright. Please, continue.

SCP-035: Thank you. Anyway, as we travelled, merchants and refugees spoke of a dark cloud that hung over the land killing all under its shadow-

Watch: The Bubonic Plague?

SCP-035: ...

SCP-035: I'll get to that if you stop interrupting me! *slams hand on the table, voice gets growly by the end of the sentence*

...

SCP-035: Anyway..., we spent years in the East, encountering still mostly those who had perished in the Crusades. In that time, we grew to appreciate each other. He even allowed me to perform for the risen before we were forced to move on.

SCP-035: We made quite the unusual double-act. He'd bring 'em back and I'd knock 'em dead all over again!

Watch: (chuckles)

SCP-035: He showed me probably the most human side of me than anyone before or since.

SCP-035: But then we reached Udine... and the plague was waiting. He was so afraid, unnaturally. This was a 049 who embraced the living as much as the dead. Now, he feared the living more.

SCP-035: Try as he might, he could only save the dead, but he could not prevent them from being re-infected. It was a charnel house and we saw the same faces over and over again. I implored him to use my powers, but even with me, it was not enough. Nothing would be.

SCP-035: The Plague was a relentless death. The power of the Gods could not stop it. We had to heal the sick rather than retrive the dead.

Watch: A Necromancer can only resurrect. Could he heal wounded as well?

SCP-035: The potential was there, locked deep within. I could help him unlock it, but 049 refused. We left Italy soon after. We've never stopped moving.

Watch: You didn't bring back anyone else?

SCP-035: No. He kept ignoring everyone on the path, never turning back. All he wanted to do was reach Britannia and be done with it.

SCP-035: ... Like the family member you wish was dead, the Plague was there waiting on the doorstep to greet us upon his return home. He had left behind so many before setting out on his journey, now cruel fate tormented him as they had been buried too long ago for him to bring back. Not in any shape or form you'd be pleased about.

SCP-035: I implored him once more and eventually, he caved. An eighteen year old victim with the sickness was our first and last living patient. We tried with all our might, but something... happened. It was the most odd sensation I have ever felt.

SCP-035: A burning seared through me like the forges of Olympus... and I felt myself bleed for the first time. That's when I heard 049 screaming. I'm not entirely sure what happened to him, but that's where my blood comes from.

Watch: What about 049?

SCP-035: He hid himself behind that ridiculous mask he picked up in Italy. I had to move on... and I had the theatre to help me regain lost confidence. I fear our ordeal left him disfigured, or worse... insane.

SCP-035: But when he looked down at our patient, what remained of her would be enough to drive most people crazy from grief.

Watch: What's your thoughts on The Foundation itself?

SCP-035: Oh no, we were on such positive topics. You don't want to hear what I think of... this-

Watch: This?

SCP-035: (coughs quickly) Ahem, sorry. Ignore that. I should always be wearing a happy face.

SCP-035: I am very bored in my cell. I doubt anyone would be willing to oblige my thirst for entertainment.

Watch: *turns to look at Jacobs* I may be able to covince somone to let you have a dummy and a television-

Jacobs: Don't make promises you can't keep, Watch.

Watch: *turns back around* (sigh)

SCP-035: (chuckles) Need I say more? It's okay. I don't see your Foundation as much of a problem for me.

Watch: Are you planning to escape?

SCP-035: (laughs menacingly)

Jacobs: If you're up to anything-

SCP-035: Oh, relax. I'm not all too hung up on escaping. Would I, if I had the opportunity? Sure! Who wouldn't? But I've been locked away before, and you lot liberated me like others before you.

SCP-035: I don't need to escape. Eventually, this prison will erode away and I'll simply walk out the fourth wall.

Watch: Better hope our countermeasures aren't used in the meantime.

Watch: What would you do if you were to be free of this place?

SCP-035: Hahaha! That's a lot of possibilities.

Watch: Feel free to list a few.

SCP-035: Well, in that case... I would love to run my own theater! Host a wide variety of plays, operas- Oh, this takes me back! I haven't worked properly with a group since my days with Bill. Completely stole my concept of Othello.

SCP-035: I wonder if Amadeus ever finished that concerto I was working on? I have so much catching up to do!

Watch: In that case, I think I should rephrase my question to: What is your end goal?

SCP-035: I'd have some innocent fun, and some not so innocent fun. I'm not content with having just one hobby, but even my most malicious plans will only result in casualty or two.

Watch: So... relatively sensible plans for the human race.

SCP-035: And whats wrong with a little bit of fun?

Watch: <hastily> I'm certainly not complaining

SCP-035: Damn straight. Us masks get a bad rep', like that fire guy. Whats his name?

Watch: 2814?

SCP-035: Uh... *shrugs* sure. Crap name, but sure.

SCP-035: Fire mask, always a laugh riot. But is it truly its fault when some bozo with bad hygiene decides to abuse the gifts they have been given against the world?

SCP-035: It has its own hopes and dreams, even more innocent than mine perhaps. But its the people who use us who give us a bad name.

Watch: That may be true in case of 2814, but it appears to subconciously influence some people. As for you... you have complete control over them.

SCP-035: I only act on murderous impulses if they are strong within my host.

Watch: <doubtfuly> Uh-huh. Sure.

SCP-035: ... (laughts)

Watch: What do you fear?

SCP-035: Can you not see I'm already living my own personal hell? No freedom of expression, hardly any reaction, constantly under watch by... Watch.

Watch: Huh. Must feel a lot like being an exhibit trapped in the museum.

SCP-035: Not a place for a gift from the gods. My talents are wasted in here.

Watch: Your talents could- do - kill people.

SCP-035: But my rights! I live, I breathe on occasion, I think therefore I am and all that nonsense!

Watch: At least in here you won't be destroyed.

SCP-035: My essence dies! Like you said, an exhibit! You know? I know you understand. You feel trapped too.

Watch: *looks away, anxious*...I-...ugh, I don't know-

SCP-035: Dont lie. I see the way you look at them. Never moving without their approval, afraid for your very soul. We are alike in that way.

Watch: I guess we are, huh?

SCP-035: We are both trapped in the same prison. Exhibits on display. I, a mystery... You, the key. But both used, studied for their amusement.

SCP-035: I'd rather amuse on my own terms. And perhaps... I could help free you too. *reaches out arm across the table*

Watch: *turns back to Jacobs while leaning back* ... Smart move... but you'll have to try better.

SCP-035: *moves back into seat* You're strong... but soon.

Watch: Why do you wish to control 682?

SCP-035: (forlorn sigh) Oh, woe is I. To yearn what you cannot possess. Such is the curse of unrequited love, wouldn't you say?

Watch: I trough love was supposed to be abundant, shared, moonlit strools through the park, romantic dinner, flowers and all that jazz.

SCP-035: Spoken like a man unlucky in the art of attraction.

Watch: You can already tell I'm not in any position to indulge in that.

SCP-035: Such a shame...-

Jacobs: Enough with the small talk! Answer the question.

SCP-035: *points at Jacobs* You have never kissed anyone! Let alone fu-!

Watch: *while pinching his eyebrows* Why are you interested in 682?

SCP-035: *glances at Jacobs for last time and turns back to Watch* It would be an interesting experience. My influence with the indestructibility of 682... the perfect organism. It would be my next step towards being a God.

Watch: With Hera gone, why would you need to become god anymore?

SCP-035: Hera never died, m'boy. She merely retired along with her brethen. I may not hurt her directly, but my attack on their power struck fear into the Gods. They are weaker than ever before, and 682 may be the catalyst for my revenge.

Watch: There's only one problem.

SCP-035: Yes. Incompatibility. 'Twas the same fault I had with 517, but 682 has more opportunity. No matter, even if they cannot adapt itself to accommodate me, I'm sure I can convince them to join my cause.

Watch: *while taking notes down* I wouldn't hold your... breath. One is very stubborn and the other is very dead.

SCP-035: <under breath> As are you...

Watch: *not paying attention* Hmm?

SCP-035: Next!

Watch: What were you doing in that crypt we found you in, at Venice?

SCP-035: <very sarcastic> Drinking margaritas and getting a tan. What the hell do you think?

Watch: We both know that's not-

SCP-035: I know, m'boy. I'm not as dimwitted as the other tenants here.

Watch: So, what's the story?

SCP-035: Will you miss my stories once I'm gone?

Watch: They want answers, not filibusters. As do I.

SCP-035: (groan) So direct. No appreciation.

Watch: No, I'm just not up for getting distracted! You've been trying to sidetrack this interview consistently, and frankly, I'm getting tired of your antics. Tell your story. Your audience is growing tired.

SCP-035: I'll take this criticism to heart...

SCP-035: It must have been around 1848 or was it '49? Anyway, Venice was quite preoccupied with a slight outbreak of cholera. The decision to travel there was an unfortunate oversight of mine and the convoy succumbed quite suddenly whilst seaking the treatment.

SCP-035: My last host must have been an native of the area and had the strong urge to return to his family tomb. I doubt he realised he entered the wrong crypt. Poor thing was delusioal with fear.

SCP-035: (sigh) And then, all went quiet. I had no one. No one to call for, not even a stray. I was alone.

SCP-035: The rest, as they say, is history.

Watch: Do you remember all your time there?

SCP-035: Vividly. It is an experience I do not wish to recount.

Watch: I'm sure you could make it interesting-

SCP-035: <annoyed> I am growing tired of my unappreaciative audience! I allowed you here for my purposes, not yours!

Watch: ...If you don't mind, I'd like to go back to-

SCP-035: I do.

Watch: Sorry?

SCP-035: You've kept me cooped up here, answering these boring questions all day and Im getting very little satisfaction from you.

Watch: Whatever the case-

Jacobs: This isn't your personal circus, 035. You'll do as we demand.

SCP-035: <agitated> Sit up, roll over, play dead, jump trough hoops? F██ that noise. I'm done being on display! And if you wont submit to me, then I'll take you myself!

Watch: *stands up from the table and backs up* I think its time we concluded this interview.

SCP-035: Why so anxious, doc? Afraid of the exhibits? *stands up* Getting too close, are we? How would you like some *eyes start to glow, lights flicker, voice gets demonic tone* first-hand experience! *launches himself over table at Watch*

Watch: Guards! *gets tackled at the floor*

*Guards rush towards Watch trough the door*

Jacobs: <progressively more panicked> Get him out! Goddamn it! Get it off him! Get it now!

_Medical Ward_

*two guards are standing next to the cot on which Watch sits*

Watch: Seriously guys, what am I gonna do?

(noises of intercom)

Jacobs: *walks in, silently gestures guards to leave*

*guards leave*

Jacobs: <softly> How are you feeling?

Watch: <annoyed> Fine. Shouldn't I be?

Jacobs: Is anything wrong?

Watch: I don't remember much after 035... Why are you so concerned?

Jacobs: I'm... aware we're not what you'd call friends, but-

Watch: Please don't. Just don't let this thing take any more hosts.

Jacobs: I can't promise that.

Watch: You're making a big mistake

Jacobs: 035 is a wealth of knowledge the Foundation cannot-

Watch: *stands up* F██ your Foundation and f██ you! You've seen I'm fine, may I go now?

Jacobs: *silently gestures at the door*

*Watch walks off*

Jacobs: <absently, under his breath to himself> Interesting

_Corridor_

*Watch and a Woman bump into each other because they didn't see each other coming. The papers Woman was carrying fall at the floor*

Woman: Shit!

Watch: Damn it!

Woman: I'm sorry.

Watch: No- I was- Let me help. *helps her pick up the papers*

Woman: Thank you.

Watch: Don't mention it. Last thing you need is some douchebag roaming the halls. *stands up*

Woman: Heh. I've seen worse. *stands up*

Watch: I bet. Well, see ya around.

*Woman closely watches as Watch walks away*

[END LOG]

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the-sara-serenade-p · 25 days ago

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Good day, everyone!

In today's blog, let me talk about a legend of the rap. The well-known Eminem.

(I notice someone already talked about him in their blog🥲, but I will focus on other aspects maybe)

He started his career as SlimShady (because he was small and slim, so not very imposing physically), in around 1996, and he tried to make his place in the rap game by mostly being provocative. With, for example, the song 'Under the influence' who starts with the lyrics,

"Hem-de-le-le-ne-miah-nuf-niah, ne-nish-ne-ne

(Translation)

So you can suck my d*🫢*k if you don't like my shit."

Or simply the song 'The Real Slim Shady' where he will make mention of other artists like Christina Aguilera, not in a very nice way though.

The Slim Shady era was the generation of our parents (at least mine), but we can note the fact that this era, which was the most famous one, came back in our generation (the today's younger generation, genz). This supports in a way how it never gets old, how it's intemporal, and how he succeeds in becoming a legend of the rap US, because everyone knows 'Rap God', 'The Real Slim Shady' (2:18") or even 'without me' where he says, "But no matter how many fish in the sea, it'd be so empty without me.".

Later on, around 2002, he revendicate more about social struggles and differences. He also played in the movie '8 Mile,' which gives him more legitimacy. With his music, 'lose yourself' or also 'mockingbird'. This shows that the music genre hip-hop is more something about the social experiences you had and how it goes beyond skin colour; it shows that everyone, no matter what you look like, can go through rough times. In the other way around, a great figure of that would be the movie 'Green Book' about the life of a great pianist and composer, Don Shirley, in the 1960s.

Now, he came back as a more soft figure than the one of Slim Shady, mostly because he is a father and a grandfather. With his new album 'Death of Slim Shady' or even his latest song 'temporary'.

And with also three months ago his masterclass of the song 'Fuel' with the mention of P. Diddy.

"I suggest they (what?)

Do not test like an essay (why?)

'Cause like where my homies out West stay (yeah)

We can just say (what?)

I'm like a R-A-P-E-R (yeah)

Got so many S-As (S-As), S-As (huh)

Wait, he didn't just spell the word, "Rapper" and leave out a P, did he? (Yep)

R.I.P., rest in peace, Biggie

And Pac, both of y'all should be living (yep)

But I ain't tryna beef with him (nope)

'Cause he might put a hit on me like , "Keefe D, get him"

And that's the only way you're gonna be killing me (nah)"

That will be it about Eminem, who popularised hip-hop inside the middle and upper classes in the United States.

Thank you for reading until the end, and have a nice weekend. 👋

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justabumatthepark · 2 months ago

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NIGGA I'M LITERALLY BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO STOP ME

BUT WHO GON' DO IT?

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HE'S CHOOSING TO GIVE EVERYTHING UP

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BUT UNFORTUNATELY

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SO LET'S ADJUST FOR INFLATION

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THE PRICE OF PSYCHOLOGICAL TORCHER

ALL FOR

ONE MAN

YOU ADDICT FUCK

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I FEEL HUMBLED

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HE JUST LIKE ME

GOT BABIED BY MOMMY AND DADDY

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RETREAT AND COME BACK WHEN YOU'RE READY

BUT I PEEP THAT STRATEGY AND RAISE YOU FUCK YOU

I'M GONNA KEEP TEASING YOU ALL DAY

AND TOMORROW

AND THE DAY AFTER

AND I'M JUST GONNA KEEP EXPOSING YOU YOU ADDICT FUCK

SO JUST GIVE IT UP

DONATIONS ARE OPEN

ALSO ATTACKING FROM AFAR IS SMART

AGAIN I DON'T BLAME YOU

BUT I'M YOUR ASS NOW

BETTER KEEP RUNNIN'

CUSS I SMELL PUSSYYYYY

TE ESTOY COMIENDO EL CULOOOOOOOO

HE'S WAITING TO SEE WHO'S GONNA HELP ME SO HE CAN PLAN AROUND THAT

OKAY SO I'LL RAISE YOU THIS

ANSWER THIS QUESTION IF IT ALL GOES WELL WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

"......."

EXACTLY

THAT'S CHECKMATE

TELL YOUR BOSS TO FUCKING CALL ME BITCH

YOU FAILED

IT'S TIME TO REPORT THAT TO HIM

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2 FOR 1

BET

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BUT DON'T YOU HAVE A WHOLE CAMP OF PEOPLE?

YOU'RE TELLING ME THAT OUT OF 100

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"Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating

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And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'

Rest of them is guilty by association (ayy, what?)

Fuck debatin' who the G.O.A.T.

Better not make the shit up 'bout the numbers all I know

Better not make the shit up 'bout the summer all I know

Better find you someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah"

And all them tweets and all them posts

Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk

I had a Richard prior to these niggas, that's the joke

I'm really down to die behind these verses in my notes

"THEY ARE ALL WITH ME"

REMEMBER YOU SAID IT

NOT ME

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ALL MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD

IT'S TIME TO START PURGING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS

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HE CAN'T THREATEN YOU IF YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE THREATENED BY

AND IF HE SAYS HE'S GONNA KILL YOU

LET HIM

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FUCKING ADDICT

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LITTLE BITCH CAN EITHER ACCEPT HIS FATE

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Business Trip: Pt 37 - Rough

“You want me to lie down on my back and spread my legs and let you fuck me until you cum in me like a good little girl, huh?” she continues. There is a wildness, an unconstrained craziness in her eyes.

You want to say something, want to snap back and tell her that you were more than willing and plenty able to do more than just that; but her hand pumping up and down your stiff cock, and the wild look in those eyes, has you incapable of coming up with the right words. Your cock begins to leak pre-cum, and she spreads it over your weeping slit and sensitive head, eliciting a soft moan from your lips that you do your best to stifle.

Seulgi sees this - sees that she has the upper hand - and the devious smile on her lips widens.

Seulgi grabs you by the cock and pulls you towards the bed - something that would have been painful were it not so fucking hot; the promise of sex with such a wild partner was an effective painkiller, it seemed.

Placing both hands flat against your chest, she pushes you down onto the old, small bed. She quickly undoes the button and zipper of her denim shorts, and strips it off her hips. Her short crop top soon follows it to the bedroom floor, and suddenly Kang Seulgi is naked in front of you, her slim, toned body tensed and ready to pounce.

“Too bad I’m not a good little girl,” she hisses, before climbing onto the bed, straddling your head with her thighs, and sitting on your face.

---

“So this is it, huh?”

“This is it,” Kang Seulgi repeats as she takes the first few steps into the apartment, reaching out to the wall to flick the lights on. Most of the furniture in the small, nondescript unit was covered with white sheets, although here and there an odd appliance or decoration was left uncovered to gather a layer of dust. The sheets and dusty atmosphere meant it was unlikely anyone had been there in awhile.

“I’d expected SM staff to be able to afford better housing,” you admit. The apartment was modest at best, being on a middle floor in a lower-middle class neighborhood of Seoul. It was far from being an unlivable place, but it was still a ways removed from the hyper modern, massive apartment buildings that dominated most of Seoul’s hipper, newer neighborhoods.

Momo and her team had picked you up from the JYP offices about an hour before; the other girls were doing some scouting and recon of the premises ahead of Seulgi’s meeting with Irene, which was scheduled for the next day. You’d volunteered to scout out Red Velvet’s old apartment with Seulgi, where the actual meeting was going to happen.

“This was all we could afford when we started out,” Seulgi replies, “when we were just paper pushers at SM. Before Red Velvet was even a thing.”

Seulgi reaches out to the refrigerator, which still had polaroids, takeout menus, and other miscellaneous junk attached onto its front door with magnets and scotch tape. Her eyes, normally cold and aloof, are far away, lost in thought and memories of days gone by. She plays idly with the edges of a series of polaroids - and though you were too far to see the subject of the photos, you knew it had to be the members of Red Velvet in their younger, more carefree days.

“When we started living here we decided as a team that we would each take turns cooking. We didn’t have a lot of money and we figured cooking our own food would save us a few won here and there,” she says with the hint of a smile on her lips, “but it turned out none of us could cook. Joy almost burnt this place down a couple of times. We ended up just taking turns ordering delivery.”

Her fingertips trace the corner of a well-worn delivery menu held to the door with a magnet. She touches the magnet briefly, as though she were reliving a moment that might have happened years ago, when she’d grab the menu off the fridge and ask the girls what they wanted to eat. But reality soon sets in for the suddenly sombre girl, and with heavy steps she leaves the kitchen.

She flicks on another set of lights, revealing the relatively small living room. An old, small flatscreen TV sat on a simple wooden stand against one wall, with a cheap fabric couch opposite it covered in white sheets.

“Only two of us could fit on the couch at once, so the other two had to sit on the floor. We took turns,” she explained, as if reading your mind. There must have been a lot of sharing going on - the apartment might have been cramped for two occupants, let alone four young women.

“Only one tiny little bathroom, too,” she continued. “Man, the fights that we had over who was taking too long in there…”

You are happy to let Seulgi reminisce about better days for a moment. This was the first time you’d spent any length of time alone with her, and you didn’t mind learning more about Red Velvet and how they began.

“Irene would shout at us if we were taking too long,” she continues, her tone wistful, “sometimes she would bang on the bathroom door so loud we’d get complaints from the neighbors.”

You are hesitant to broach the topic of Irene, given the noticeable thawing of Seulgi’s usually icy exterior since you’d arrived at the apartment. You were thankful it was Seulgi who brought her up.

“So the bitchiness started early,” you state.

Seulgi smirks. “At the time, yeah, we thought she was a bit of a bitch. But we couldn’t deny that she was driven, and that she wanted to go places. It was her that had the idea of forming Red Velvet - of working together as a team to make something of ourselves at SM. She was a bitch, but she could be a real leader, too. I suppose her bitchiness is also what made her so successful.”

“So how exactly did you four meet?”

“The four of us started at Red Velvet at the same time - we were recruited right out of university. We met at the SM orientation, and when we learned that we would be working in the same division we decided, hey, we may as well live together.”

Seulgi steps over to a bookcase filled with framed photos, old books, and other keepsakes collected by young people in the prime of their youth. Her hands reach out to graze its simple wooden frame, her eyes drifting from one item to another on its shelves and reliving a memory with each one. She doesn’t touch any of the photos or other things on the shelf, as if she were afraid of what would happen if she did.

“We started off just pushing paper. But one day Irene was promoted to be the executive assistant of some middle management type dude at SM. He was a bit of a perv - always hitting on her and shit, touching her like she was his girlfriend. Anyway, one day he was assigned to go to this convention in Europe and scope out what the competition was doing, and then report back. Irene went with him. Guy was drunk as fuck the whole time, treating it as a company paid vacation.”

Seulgi’s gaze finally settles on a framed picture, and with hands that appeared almost nervous, she reaches out and picks it up off the shelf with a delicacy that you didn’t know she was capable of. Her slim fingers play gently along its frame, as though she were handling some precious, fragile artifact.

“Irene ended doing all the work. And what’s more, she ended up getting some pretty juicy info on a competitor; info we ended up using to… convince them to sell us their tech.”

“So the blackmailing started early, too,” you say under your breath. Seulgi smirks.

“We prefer the term ‘corporate espionage,’” she says with a sly smile on her lips. “Irene was promoted for her work. The dude was demoted to the dungeons of SM where he fucking belonged. Irene took us with her, and soon we were climbing the ladder at SM.”

“Surely you were paid enough to buy nicer digs.”

“Yes,” Seulgi admits, “but we always kept this place. It was like a hideout for us, almost. We got up to some pretty shady stuff in our line of work. But we’d always come back to this place to relax, hang out, and just be girls again. No one knew about this place but us. It felt safe. It kept us grounded. It kept us together.”

“So what happened, then?” you ask, satisfied that now was the time to bring up the YG incident, “what happened on that day, Seulgi?”

Even without asking, the young woman knows what day you mean. She puts the picture back on the shelf and lets out a sigh; you experience a pang of regret as she does so, knowing that you were probably bringing up some bad memories. Seulgi takes a few deep breaths to compose herself.

When she begins to speak she’s still turned away from you, moving from the bookshelf to stare out the window of the living room, towards the skyline of downtown Seoul in the distance.

“YG was our biggest competitor back in the day, as I’m sure you know. Wendy and Yeri were assigned a few operations to try and get dirt on them. But they never had any luck. Soon enough SM brass decided to give the assignment to Irene. Irene, of course - she didn’t waste any time. Before a month was out she had already established a relationship with YG’s CEO. More than that - she had him wrapped around her finger.”

“Damn,” you say, impressed.

“Anyway, her mission was to get the dirt on YG’s R&D division - they went under the codename Blackpink. She used her relationship with the CEO to dig up everything she could. But the more she found out about Blackpink, the more passionate she became about bringing YG down.”

“What did she find?”

“She wouldn’t tell us,” Seulgi says with a soft shake of her head, “she kept everything to herself at her own insistence. We usually shared everything we knew with each other, but this was different. She said it was because she didn’t want us to be in danger in case YG retaliated. She wanted to give us plausible deniability, I guess. Yeri thinks that by not telling us anything, she was trying to protect us. But I don’t believe that.”

“What do you think it was?” you ask, sitting down on the covered couch.

“I’m not entirely sure. I just know she must have had a reason for not telling us what she found. Either way, one day she came to us and proposed we infiltrate YG HQ. Apparently there was something there that we couldn’t retrieve via hacking. It had to be done the old school way, as I’m sure you’re familiar with,” Seulgi says with a smile, turning her head slightly in your direction.

“A little too familiar,” you answer, knowing she was referring to the near disaster of Nayeon’s infiltration of SM.

“So we went and got pretty deep into YG HQ. We expected that we’d be doing some hacking into a secure mainframe or server and retrieving some confidential company data. Instead what we did was break four girls out of a goddamn dungeon.”

“What?”

“It turns out the whole thing was a rescue mission. The Blackpink girls were the target. No one knew this except Irene, of course, so you can imagine that when she told us we had to get these four girls to safety, we kind of freaked out. Wendy - she was Irene’s second, back in the day - she almost wanted to walk out on the whole thing and take the other two of us with her. But Irene convinced us that we had to get out with the girls - so we did. She was our leader. We trusted she was doing the right thing.”

“Except you didn’t all get out,” you say, realizing even as you said the words that you could have been more considerate with your choice of words.

“No, we didn’t,” Seulgi says, her voice dropping slightly. The girl takes a few deep breaths to compose herself, her hands bracing her weight against the windowsill. She had always seemed so tough and confident, but to see her vulnerability now made you feel bad for even bringing up the subject. Her very posture had changed; she was usually so proud and haughty, and now she seemed small and defenseless.

“You saw the tapes. You know what happened. YG captured Yeri and I on the way out. Irene took the girls and ran. Yeri and I… YG fucked us up.”

“Seulgi…” you say, not quite knowing how to best comfort her.

“Whatever. That doesn’t matter now. A few months later Yeri and I escaped that hellhole. And now all I want to know is why I had to go through that. I want to know why Irene left us there to die. And I’m going to ask her that tomorrow.”

A few seconds pass in silence as you digest Seulgi’s story. You’d known that Irene had left her and Yeri behind during the YG incident, but that was the extent of your knowledge. Learning the history of Red Velvet right from the source had given you some much needed context.

“I’m sorry, Seulgi. It must have been terrible.”

Seulgi lets out a dark chuckle, as though she’d just heard a joke.

“Terrible is a vast understatement,” she says, “it was the worst few months of my life. But what they did to us physically - it didn’t matter. I healed. It was the betrayal that hurt the most. The relationship we’d built here, in this very room - to have it thrown away like that; that’s what really hurt me.”

Seconds pass in silence.

“It’s one thing to have your boss betray you,” Seulgi says with a wavering voice, “it’s another thing to have someone you’re in love with do the same.”

You are surprised somewhat at Seulgi’s confession. You’d known she’d had some sort of physical relationship with Yeri, and that their shared experience at YG had likely made them close, but you’d had no idea she’d had any sort of feelings towards Irene.

“What, you’re surprised?” Seulgi asks, a mocking tone in her voice and a sly smile on her lips as she finally turns around to face you. Her soft, sad eyes belay the cold, detached persona she was trying to return to. “Are you really surprised though, considering what Yeri and I did in front of you at the coffee shop last week?”

“No, that doesn’t surprise me. I just had no idea you and Irene-”

“Whatever, it’s in the past,” Seulgi snaps, “It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters now is bringing her down. Who I fuck takes a backseat to that.”

“I suppose,” you say with a nod.

“Anyway, the bedroom’s that way. Come on then,” she says, stepping away from the windowsill to take you by the wrist and drag you towards a closed door.

“Uh, what?” you stammer as you are dragged from your seat.

“All this talk of the past has me all sad and shit, and I need a pick me up. Besides, you owe me one from the coffee shop. Oh, and you should know - this is going to be rough. I hope you’re not a pussy.”

---

Seulgi was right - it was rough.

From the moment she dragged you into the bedroom it was a bit like being caught up in a storm; one that pushed you around, one that hit you, one that caused you occasional pain. But instead of giving into her anger you found yourself wanting to fight back - wanting to show here you weren’t going to be pushed around. This was a wild animal you wanted to tame, a storm you wanted to weather.

As you cross the doorframe of the bedroom Seulgi grabs you by the collar of your shirt and quite literally shoves you up against the bedroom wall, rattling the walls and causing a few of the items on the nearby cabinet to fall over. Before you have a chance to react she is on you like a cat, quickly crushing your lips with her own before her tongue quickly invades your mouth. She tastes like mint - sweet, but with an underlying sharpness.

As you make out her hands find your collar again and she tears it open - sending buttons flying to the floor with small clinks. She tears her lips from yours momentarily as she forcefully undresses you. There is a hunger in her eyes as she takes in your newly exposed chest, like a predator salivating at the prospect of delicious prey.

Her lips return to yours in a torrid kiss; her hands quickly strip the torn shirt from your torso, and you are happy to help her remove it from your arms. You aren’t one to let her just get away with something like that, though; you want to fight back, want to show her that this wasn’t just a one way street - and so you grasp the light pink jacket she is wearing and pull it down her shoulders, leaving her in a short crop top and denim shorts..

As soon as Seulgi divests herself of the jacket she slaps you - across the cheek. You’d been slapped before, of course, even a couple of times during sex - but never that hard. It stung. She wasn’t holding back.

“Every piece of clothing you take off me gets a fucking slap,” she hisses. There is a wildness in her eyes that both scared you and intrigued you.

“Then I guess I owe you a slap for my fucking shirt,” you snap.

“Then do it! Fucking slap me. I want you to. I want it to hurt.”

“...I’m not gonna fucking slap you, Seulgi.”

“Because you’re a fucking pussy? I fucking knew it. I fucking knew you were a-”

She is silenced mid sentence by your open palm; even before you realized what you were doing, you’d hit her across the face. You are momentarily frozen by your own actions - you’d never hit a girl’s face before - but the crazy glint in Seulgi’s eyes, and the wild smile on those lips, meant that your slap not only didn’t piss her off - it turned her on.

Her hands reach for your jeans, fingers working quickly, almost frenzied in her desire to undress you. As soon as she undoes your belt she pulls them down, hooking her thumbs in your boxers and dragging them down along with your pants, leaving you naked. She takes a moment to admire your newly stiff cock as it springs free from its cotton prison.

“I see now why you have all those fuck toys in your office,” Seulgi says, licking her lips as though she were about to dive into a delicious looking meal, “and why Momo is always so fucking wet around you.”

“Maybe you should find out first hand,” you snap back.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Seulgi hisses, reaching down and grasping your stiff shaft. The skin of her fingers and palm are soft and warm, but her movements are rough and frenzied as she begins to stroke you up and down - you let a soft sigh escape your lips at the first spikes of pleasure, although you do your best to keep from doing any more than that. You don’t want to give her the satisfaction.

Seulgi sees this - sees that she has the upper hand - and the devious smile on her lips widens.

“Too bad I’m not a good little girl,” she hisses, before climbing onto the bed, straddling your head with her thighs, and sitting on your face.

It must have been only a few minutes since she’d pulled you into the bedroom, and already she was almost too much to handle. With the other girls there was at least some preamble, a healthy amount of foreplay, or both; with Seulgi there was none of that. A quick, torrid kiss, a stripping of clothing, and now your face was between her legs.

Your determination to fight back returns, having been lent strength by the fact that she no longer literally had your cock in her hands. And so you quickly dive into Seulgi’s slick, juicy pussy, darting out your tongue and giving her a slow, hard lick from the bottom of her opening to the top, delighting in the taste of her wet flesh. Seulgi quivers at this first lick, although she quickly settles down - evidently she was fighting the same battle you were, neither of you willing to show the other that they had the upper hand.

Her right hand reaches down to your scalp, her fingers digging into your skull.

“Stop fucking around and eat my pussy,” she orders, her tone sharp, although you notice, to your satisfaction, that her eyes have softened due to the pleasure of that first, quick taste.

You smile to yourself as you dive back in, your tongue darting out and giving her another broad lick, this time swirling your tip around the top of her opening, searching for and quickly finding the stiff little bud that is at the centre of her pleasure. Seulgi quivers slightly at this first contact between your tongue and her clit.

You are determined to not give her what she wanted - and it was clear what she wanted was a quick orgasm. So instead of returning to her aching clit you dive deep into her opening, pressing your face against her hot heat, penetrating her as much as you could with your tongue. You drink in Seulgi’s slick juices as they flow freely into your mouth, delighting in her bittersweet taste as you eat the writhing young girl riding your face. The moans that leave Seulgi’s pursed lips become a little louder with each dive into her depths, and the quivering of her soft thighs around your face become a little stronger as the young woman slowly, gradually loses control.

For a few delicious seconds you tongue fuck her, thrusting your tongue in and out of her opening, swirling your tip around with each entry and exit, savoring the taste of her body like some delicious meal. Her fingers dig deeper into your scalp as she continues to grind her crotch against your face, the pain in your skull and the delicious taste of her pussy mixing into a heady cocktail that quickly intoxicates you.

“Fucking… fucking make me cum.. Oh! Make me cum already,” she hisses.

You are unable to answer her with words, your mouth filled with her pussy as it was, and so you answer with action. You bring your hands up, cupping and squeezing her toned, round ass from behind, pressing her crotch closer and deeper against your face. Giving her pussy one more lick and driving your tongue as deep inside her as it could go one last time, you finally move upwards to her needy clit.

Seulgi’s reaction is instant, having been driven to the edge by the tongue fucking you were giving her. When you capture her bud between your lips and swirl the tip of your tongue around it she cums almost immediately, her body going rigid for a split second before becoming a pile of jelly, the pleasure taking the young woman by surprise as her body succumbs. Her mouth is frozen in an open “o” for a few seconds as the first wave of her orgasm crashes against her, but soon she lets a long, drawn out moan escape her lips as she rides it out, enjoying every crest of pleasure that hits her.

She is gyrating her hips as she cums, grinding her wet, drenched, hot crotch against your face for a few beautiful seconds. It’s almost difficult to breathe, your mouth or your nose or both covered in her wet, hot flesh. You are clutching her ass in an attempt to hold her down, doing your best to lap up the plentiful juices leaving her slick opening, drinking up Seulgi like she were a fountain and you hadn’t drunk in days.

When Seulgi finally comes down from her high and releases your head from between her wet thighs, you are almost upset when her pussy leaves your face. You lick your lips, gathering her juices from the mess she’d made on your mouth and chin.

When you lock eyes again her face is wild - flushed with her orgasm, but still undiminished in that intimidating craziness that had taken her over.

She slides her body down, dipping her head and kissing you roughly, tasting herself on your tongue as your mouths lock in frenzied battle once more. To Seulgi, kissing was not a show or display of affection - it was a battle, a display of dominance.

“Not fucking bad,” she admits when she finally breaks the kiss, “now let’s see how you fuck.”

You were surprised at her lack of foreplay, lack of build up before she forced you to eat her out - but you were still expecting some sort of lead up to actual sex. But you should have known better by now, should have known that Seulgi wasn’t that type of girl.

In the space of a couple of seconds, Seulgi moves her body down until she is straddling your waist, and after reaching down to point your aching tip at her slick, dripping pussy, she takes you inside her and begins to ride you.

No build up, no slow gradual rise in pace or tempo - soon she is riding you hard, as though she were atop some bucking wild horse in some sort of race to a finish line only she could see. Her pussy is tight and wet and slick and hot and every possible adjective you could possibly use to describe the pleasurable feeling of her body - and it took you all at once, the sensations hitting you all at the same time, like a tsunami hitting the unprepared coastline of your brain.

It is all you could do to hold on to her bucking hips as she throws herself again and again into your cock, taking you in and out of her body at a pace that held no regard for your pleasure or even your comfort - all she wanted was to get off, and you were the tool she was going to use to get to her destination.

“Mmmm…. Argh! Fuck! Fuck, yes… Mmm... !!”

Even the sounds she made were different; aside from the odd pleasurable moan or hissed profanity, she sounded like she were searching for something, or working away at a project. The other girls sat back and let themselves come across the pleasure they were searching for; for Seulgi it was as though she were actively searching for it, looking for it amidst the sensations and pleasures emanating from between your bodies.

It took you longer than you cared to admit, but eventually you are able to at least get used to the torrid pace Seulgi has set as she rides you roughly on the creaking, protesting bed. She clutches the headboard above you, and as she does so it finally gives you a good look at her slim, svelte form, all tight muscle and lean limbs, her abs tight and sculpted, her small breasts tipped with delicious looking nipples stiff with pleasure.

Above it all, though, was that face of hers - surely capable of much beauty and grace, but now twisted in wild abandon, the craziness of her need and lust twisting those perfect features into a mask that was equal parts intoxicating and intimidating. Hey eyes, even half-lidded in pleasure, are still bright and wild, fixed on you even as the rest of her body bounces up and down.

Rather mercifully, it is her that ends up approaching orgasm first; lucky for you, because you’d have hated to see what could happen if she were disappointed by sex. The gradual tightening and pulsating of her already tight, slick tunnel tells you she was quickly reaching her peak.

Seulgi ups her pace, impaling herself again and again on your cock as though she were nearing the finish line to a race and wanted to finish strong. The determined look on her face begins to crack, as the pleasure of your stiff cock pumping in and out of her finally overwhelms her senses.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna fucking… fucking cum… fuck!”

She cums like you expected her to, like she did minutes before on your tongue - like a violent storm breaking upon a shore. Her body goes rigid, her fingernails dig into the wooden headboard, and her thighs clench around your waist as the pleasure overtakes her senses. Her pussy pulsates and quivers around your cock as she buries it as deep inside her as it could go. It is all you could do to hold on to her tight, shaking body as she rides out her pleasure for long, beautiful seconds.

When she comes down from her peak she is still slowly grinding herself against your crotch, your cock fully embedded inside her body, as though she is chasing the last vestiges of pleasure before she comes down to earth. Breathing heavily, skin flushed, she finally gives you her appraisal of your performance.

Her appraisal is a slap across your face. When you recover enough to look back at her, your cheek stinging with sharp pain, the wild look in her eyes both scares you and turns you on.

“You think I have to thank you for making me cum, when all you did was lie there? The only credit you get is for not cumming in five seconds like a fucking virgin.”

You are a little stunned by Seulgi, and more than a little unsure about how to react. You’d never been with a woman so wild, so crazy in bed before - only Chaeyoung came close, and even then it was more playful than angry. Seulgi was a storm, a tornado that came in, tore down your house, and didn’t care what you thought of it.

You want to reach up and choke her. You want to turn her around and pull on her hair hard as you drill her tight little body from behind. This part of you wants to fight her - wants to show her you were just as capable of dominating her as she was of you - but another, darker part of you wants to let her have her way. Because deep down, it kind of turned you on.

“I suppose you can cum too, then, I guess,” Seulgi says, as nonchalantly as she could, given the circumstances - as though she weren’t naked, fully impaled on a man’s cock.

“Where do you want to cum, you little bitch?” she asks, with a look that you would have thought was threatening if it weren’t so fucking hot.

“I want-”

Another slap, this time to your other cheek. This one stung more than the other. The gradual increase of pain in her slaps would have concerned you if they weren’t so fucking hot at the same time. You should have known better. You’d think you’d have learned.

“I decide where you cum,” she states, a little edge in her tone. She says the words matter-of-factly, as though she were to brook no complaint or argument, would accept no alternative. A storm, after all, cared little for the complaints of those in its path.

She slides off your cock - and you lament the loss of her tight wet heat wrapped around your cock as it slips out of her, shiny and glistening with her juices. Before you know it Seulgi is curled up into a ball between your legs, and soon she is taking you in and out of her mouth.

Again - no build up. No preamble, no teasing or foreplay. Only the replacement of one hot, wet orifice with another. Only the wet, hot cavern of Seulgi’s mouth, those lips wrapped tightly around your shaft, her tongue swirling around your sensitive head each time she reached the apex. You should have been ready. You should have known by now. But again, the tsunami that was Kang Seulgi’s body finds a coastline unprepared.

She is rough, lacking in the patience and technique of someone like Sana or Seolhyun; but Seulgi more than makes up for it with sheer determination, as though she were using anger and hate to fuel her work between your legs. And you were in no position to complain, not when her hot little mouth was already bringing you close to cumming after only a few seconds of work.

She must have felt you nearing your peak - because you were certainly in no position to tell her so, given the near paralysis you felt as she worked fiercely on your cock. Just moments before you finally cum Seulgi lets your cock pop out of her mouth.

Your orgasm overwhelms your senses, but you force your eyes open to watch as thick, glistening cum erupts from your tip to land on Seulgi’s face, on her cheeks and nose, painting her soft features with white semen. You continue to cum more than you think you were going to, as though your body were responding to Seulgi’s abuse by painting her face with as much thick, hot white seed as it could. The look of utter lust on Seulgi’s needy features is breathtaking - mouth open and tongue out, she looked as though each rope of thick cum that landed on her face brought her to a new level of perverse pleasure.

After letting the first few streams of cum land onto her wanton face Seulgi slips your spasming cock back inside her mouth, and the feel of her tongue on your sensitive shaft, mid-orgasm, is almost too much to handle. Your hands grip the sides of her skull in a grip that is almost too tight for the girl; but she bears it, accepting the last few streams of cum into her needy mouth to splash against the back of her throat.

Your hands keep her there - you had involuntarily buried your cock into her mouth with a thrust of your hips and the grip on her head, it seemed. Not that Seulgi seemed to mind, if the swirling of her tongue around the sensitive underside of your pulsating cock was any indication.

An indeterminate amount of time later, when you finally release her head from your grasp, Seulgi lets your now half-softened cock slip out between her pink lips - along with a thick stream of fresh semen. She is almost embarrassed by it, and she quickly darts out her tongue to collect it all, as though it were some expensive drink that she didn’t want to waste a drop of. You watch as her throat works, gulping the thick ropes of cum down into her body.

You are barely cognizant enough to watch as she sets to work cleaning your cock, using her hand to keep it straight as she licks your combined juices from your tired, weary shaft and balls.

All the while she does so with your warm cum still dripping down her face, a wicked smile on her lips, and those crazy eyes locked on yours.

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It’s half an hour later when Momo and Yeri arrive in the apartment, thankfully enough time for you and the former member of Red Velvet to get yourselves dressed up again and at least somewhat presentable, even if you had to deal with a shirt that had its buttons torn off. The sight of your torn shirt was an obvious giveaway to Yeri and Momo; Yeri reacts with a sly smile, as though she’d expected it to happen, although the dark look of barely hidden disappointment in Momo’s eyes stings you a little.

“Our work downstairs is done,” Momo states, seeking to change the subject as the four of you stand in the living room, “We set up cameras at all the entrances and in the parking lot. Seulgi will be wearing a camera and a wire to capture her meeting with Irene here in this room.”

“And I’ll be in the bedroom with a recording device of our own,” you state. You knew you had to have your own copy of the recording; not only to ensure redundancy in case of equipment failure, but also as a backup plan in case Irene tried something unexpected. “Jihyo and Nayeon will be with me, ready to arrest Irene once the time is right and we’re sure she won’t try anything.”

“Fair enough,” Momo admits, “Now if you two are done with your… work, we can leave.” She gives you another sharp look, then turns and leaves the apartment. Yeri follows, but only after giving the apartment one last quick glance; unlike Seulgi, she seemed to have no desire to relive days gone by.

“Seulgi,” you say, stopping the girl as she makes to follow Momo and Yeri out.

“I need to know you won’t do anything stupid tomorrow,” you continue, as straightforwardly as you could.

“Stupid? Like what?” the girl asks, crossing her arms and facing you.

“Like kidnapping Irene. Or worse. Jihyo and Nayeon will be here to arrest her. All you need to do is get her inside the apartment. That’s all. I know you want to get back at her for what she did to you, but she’ll be prosecuted for all her crimes, I promise you. We’re going to do this the right way. We’re not going to hurt her.”

Seulgi smirks, as though she were offended by your insinuation.

“What makes you think I want to do that?”

“She betrayed you and Yeri. Left you behind to be captured by YG. You said you wanted to ask her why. That’s fine - but I need to know that you won’t do anything stupid, especially if her answer isn’t what you want to hear.”

“I just want to ask her why she left us there. One way or another, I’m going to get my answer.”

Seulgi turns away and begins to walk out of the apartment.

“Remember what I told you last week - don’t get in my way,” she states, each word cold as ice, as she steps out of the apartment to leave you alone with your thoughts.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop smut #red velvet seulgi #kang seulgi #male reader #Smut #pov smut #red velvet

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black-is-beautiful18 · 4 years ago

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Now who did this to Kehlani? Pls come forward. Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?! How many times do we have to tell y'all that celebrities are ppl? Huh? That they have families and feelings. You liking them should not lead to you leaking their address. Know your place and stay there.

#kehlani #yall need help #seek help #get help #this aint a game #yall wanna do some dumb stuff #unique writes

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radianhazbin · 5 years ago

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Not all demons have a rainbow in their heart

Authors note: This story is very graphic, and may not be suitable for every reader. Also, this was my first fanfiction, that I’ve ever wrote on Hazbin Hotel, and it was the first fanfic that I’ve wrote since around 2 years. Even I don’t like it that much. But right now, I sadly have no time and/or ideas to write a new one. But soon, I will be writing all over the place again :)

Also also, this story doesn’t stay true to the HH lore to the end. So because of that one little detail, I will say it’s an AU, even if it’s just that one single thing that’s changed.

So, after all of this, I hope you will still enjoy this fanfiction!

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It was early morning in the Hazbin Hotel. It has been two days after the defeat of Sir Pentious, and since the Radio Demon, Alastor, moved into the Hotel. Charlie woke up to the red sunbeams that shined through the window of her room. She rolled around, and noticed, that Vaggie was still asleep next to her. She gave her a kiss on the cheek, rolled around to the other side of the bed, and slowly stood up. One stretch later, the young princess found herself in the bathroom of the small apartment. After washing her face, and getting ready for the day, she smiled to her reflection in the mirror.

“Maybe today. Hell is a big place after all. Someone will check in eventually.” She said to herself with confidence.

She opened the door to the corridor, looked back one last time, to see her girlfriend, still asleep. Charlie smiled, and silently closed the door behind her. She walked down the small, cranky staircase into the Lobby of the Building. She stepped into the large room, and looked around. Husk was blackout drunk at the bar, and lied unconscious on the counter, with a bottle of cheap booze in his right hand. Angel was asleep on the couch, with one half of his feminine body hanging from the side. And Niffty was… Somewhere. Charlie had no idea where she could be sleeping. Or even if she needed any sleep at all. The only other figure that was missing was the Radio Demon Alastor. But to be honest, the young girl was quite relieved to not see him anywhere.

“Goooood morning darling!” Screamed a voice from behind her. It sounded like an old timey radio. She turned around in an instant, and saw the gigantic grin of the Radio Demon, just inches away from her face. She stepped back before answering with a slightly shaky voice: “Good morning Alastor. How was your sleep?” She asked while turning around again, to open the front door.

“Ohhh, just magnificent! Thank you, young lady!” he jumped in front of her, stopping Charlie in her way, “And how was your rest?” He asked her, while bowing down, to be on eye level with the girl.

“Good, thanks”, she replied, while carefully stepping around him.

She made her way to the front door, while Alastor still tried to talk to her.

“Are you awaiting any guests, my darling? Or will this be another boring day?” he interrogated her.

“You still don’t believe in me, do you?”

“Well, of course not! Once a demon, always a demon!”

Charlie left out a disappointed sigh.

“Not all demons are inherently evil. And I will prove it to you soon enough!” she called out.

“Well that’s what I call passionate! Although I would call it naive too! Maybe even stupid!”

“You can think what you want.” Charlie muttered to herself.

Soon she stood in front of the big entrance to the Hazbin Hotel. She took the silver keys out of her pocket, and unlocked the door. The heavy glass door slowly swung open, and from one moment to the other, a slim and shady creature stood before her. It was around twice as high as Charlie, and wore a long, oak brown coat, that hid almost its entire body. She slowly looked up, flying past his black, shimmering shoes, the long coat that was buttoned up just above his waist, and up to his chest, where she could make out a white shirt beneath the mantle. And finally, she saw his head. A human like face with pale skin. His hair was tousled, and the right half of his face was covered in bandages. He looked down at Charlie.

“You’re the girl from the news.” He said with a very monotone, and deep voice.

“Y-Yes.” Charlie muttered out.

“I heard demons can get.. Rehabilitated in this place. A chance to leave hell.”

“Y-You heard right!” she said enthusiastically.

“Can I check in?”

“O-Of course you can!” she screamed out. Her face, went from scared to happy within seconds.

She quickly stepped around him, and threw her arm around the figure.

“Husk! Wake up you drunk idiot! We've got a guest!” she screamed across the room, to wake up the drunk demon.

“Huh? What the fuck?”, he mumbled, with his gritty and rough voice, while slowly lifting his head up from the counter.

“Hmm, don’t scream like that. Some people are trying to sleep.”, Angel complained while rolling around, turning his face away from the room and into the soft pillow of the couch.

“Well, that’s something new. A customer!”, screamed Alastor out in surprise.

“He’s a guest.” Charlie corrected him. “Our first guest of many more to come! I’m so happy!” She let go of the man, and danced a quick pirouette in the middle of the room, never losing her grin, that went from ear to ear.

“I saw your little song in the news, but I assumed you would just play a role. Are you always this disgustingly happy?”, the man asked grim.

“Uhm, yes! I mean,” she hesitated, and played with her fingers, while she tried to think of something to say. “You’re our first guest! I’m just a little nervous.”

With a grunt, the man proceeded to walk to the counter, where Husk was slowly sobering up.

“Urgh, name?”, the still drunk demon asked.

“Caleb.”, the tall man answered.

“Here. Room 104. Welcome to the…” Husk began to think. Snipping his fingers, to desperately find the name of the hotel he was working at.

“To the Hazbin Hotel!”, Charlie screamed and swung her arms wide open.

“What’s with the screaming down here?”, a female voice questioned into the lobby. It was Vaggie, who was coming downstairs, while rubbing her right eye.

“Vaggie! You wouldn’t believe it!”, Charlie jumped around her girlfriend, grabbing her by the waist, and pointing with an open hand towards the first guest of the Hazbin Hotel.

“I introduce you to Caleb!” She turned her head and closed the gap between hers and Vaggie’s eyes. “Isn’t this awesome?!” she asked, still overly excited.

“I guess so.”, Vaggie turned away, and slowly moved towards the big figure.

“So, Caleb. What brought you to the Hotel?”, she asked while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Caleb, who didn’t even looked at her yet, replied: “Salvation, I guess. I’m tired of this shit down here. The screaming, the death, the suffering. So I thought that I maybe give it a-”, he turned his head, and stopped in the middle of his sentence, when he saw Vaggie for the first time. “try.”, he finished.

“Is something wrong?”, she curiously asked.

“No. You just-”, a short pause, “reminded me of someone.”

“Really? And who would that be?”, she interrogated him.

“Nobody you would know. I think.”, he said, while undressing his coat, and hanging it onto the dresser.

“Well, maybe we should get to know each other better?”, Charlie proposed, “So Caleb, my name is Charlie, aaaaaand, I run this whole thing. This is my girlfriend Vaggie-”, she pointed at the girl, who still had her arms crossed, and looked at Caleb with an disgusted face, “This is Husk. He’s our bartender and welcomer.”, Charlie lost energy in the last word, when she saw, that Husk was unconscious again. “Anyway! We also have Niffty, who I didn’t find anywhere yet, but is around here somewhere! She’s our housekeeping, so to speak, hehe.”, Charlie let out a nervous laughter. “And this-”, she moved her hand in Alastor’s direction, “Is Alastor!”

“The fucking Radio Demon?!”, Caleb screamed out in fear, “Are you fucking kidding me, girl?!”

“Ohh, don’t worry my big friend! I have nothing evil in mind! I just like to watch Charlie’s dreams getting destroyed and eaten by an vicious demon!”, Alastor screamed out happily.

“Interesting choice of words, Alastor.”, Angel pointed out, while slowly getting up from the couch.

“Uhm, and this is Angel dust he’s our… Uhm-”, Charlie tried to find the right words. “Hotel whore.”, he finished her sentence, “For just a little amount of money, I can make you feel, real good.”, he whispered, while rubbing against Caleb’s shoulder.

“Uhm, yeah, no. Thank you, kiddo.”, he refused.

“Your loss.”, Angel said smiling, while going back to his couch.

“So. Are we getting started? And if so, how exactly?”, Caleb questioned Charlie.

“Well.. We can start right now! If you want to.”, she explained

“Great.”, he replied.

Charlie, moved him upstairs, into a small room, where they sat down at a small table. She moved an old, dusty, armchair onto one end of the wooden table, and a clunky wooden chair onto the other. Charlie sat down on the wooden chair, Caleb settled in the armchair.

“So, why are you in hell?”, Charlie asked.

“I don’t know. I guess because I killed some girls back in the 60’s. You know, drove next to them, at night, offered a lift, then kidnapped them, took them home, killed and ate them.”, he explained.

Charlie cramped up in her seat, still a smile on her face, but visually scared.

Caleb continued: “I never raped them tho. I’m not that kind of sicko. Just a clean kill. Fine, maybe a little bit of torture here and there, you know? But only on the ones I didn’t like. And then the usual. Cutting them open, sometimes they were still alive at that point!”, he let out a small laughter, “Ahh, but then I would exempt the body, cut out the brain, ate the heart raw, and the rest I kept in my freezer for later. But the heart… Yeah.. You have to eat that raw.”, he drifted away, “That taste of someone who lived sheer moments ago is just… Incredible.”, he proceeded to explain. “But I’m getting off topic. Well, I didn’t really have any use for the bones, so I usually just hid them in the woods. The skin made really good clothing, and the rest was all edible. But then one day… Some bitch ratted me out. She could escape and tell the cops, before I could finish her off. I got cocky and didn’t torture her enough. I mean, I cut out her left eye, and debreasted her.. But the blood loss wasn’t enough. She managed to run away, and tell the cops. And what did I do? Huh. Followed her, and rammed my hatched into her back, right in front of the officer hahaha! Well, he shot me 3 times in the head.”, he finished.

Charlie still scared and cramped up in her chair, slowly calmed down, and sat down normally again.

“A-Alright… Hehe, uhm…”, she struggled to find her words, “How did you feel, when you commited the murders?”

“I felt alive. I loved it. And I would do it again any time!”

“Oh… Okay. I Didn’t expect that answer, but… We will get there! We will make you a good boy again! Don’t worry! You will be out of here, in no time!”, she assured him with a smile.

The night came quickly. Charlie trained the entire day with Caleb. She tried to give him something else to eat, trained him to be nice to people, and to cook something else than human flesh. But when the night came, and the hotel went to bed, it showed, that maybe, not in every demon is a rainbow in their heart.

The door slowly opened, and what followed where big, clunky steps. Charlie was sleeping tightly, next to her girlfriend, and didn’t notice, the large shadow, that lied itself over the two. The creature stepped around the bed, onto Vaggie’s side.

“You fucking bitch.”, he whispered to himself.

Vaggie slowly opened her eyes, and saw the man standing in front of her.

“Caleb? What’s going on?”, she asked, while rubbing her right eye.

He didn’t say a word. He instantly jumped down, and pressed a tissue with a substance into her face. She resisted for a few seconds, before falling unconscious. Caleb looked onto the other side of the bed, and saw, that Charlie was still sleeping. He looked down at Vaggie again.

“Now you’ll get, what you fucking deserve.”

he dragged her out of the bed, downstairs, deeper into the basement of the hotel. He tied her up, and threw her on the ground. She woke up just seconds after.

“Huh? What the fuck? Where am I?!”, she screamed at the man.

“You thought I forgot? You fucking bitch brought me down here!”, he screamed, while kicking into Vaggie’s stomach. She coughed in pain.

“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?!”, she yelled at him.

“What do you think, woman?!”, he grabbed the bandages on his head, and ripped them right off, revealing three holes in his skull. “You did this to me!”, he accused her.

Then it slowly came back to Vaggie. Why she was down here in hell. She remembered the face. She remembered the pain she felt, when her eye got removed from her skull. When her breasts were ripped off without a warning, and the pain she felt, when the hatched slammed into her back.

“You…”, she whimpered. “You son of a bitch! You’re him! You’re this asshole who killed me!”, she tried to jump up, and tackle him, but without any luck. She only managed to get onto her knees, what Caleb used to kick her right in the face.

She fell to the ground again, with a bleeding nose, and tears in her eyes. Then she heard the unseathing of knife.

“Get the fuck away from me!”, Vaggie crawled back slowly, but soon hit a damp wall.

“No running away this time, bitch.”, he stated, and shortly after, he jumped down.

He stabbed her belly numerous times, over and over again. Blood was spilling out of every hole in the women's body. She screamed for help, but nobody came. She was going to die in this basement. It was going dark, very dark. She saw the face of Charlie in front of her, smiling, being happy.

“I love you Charlie.”, she said with her last dying breath, before she closed her eyes. Forever.

Caleb stepped up, and examined his work. Vaggie’s body lied before him. Covered in blood. He bowed down, and dragged the body back into the middle of the room. He untied her arms and legs, and began to cut open her stomach, when he heard a voice from the outside.

“Vaggie? Where are you? Are you okay?”

It was Charlie. But the man had no time to think of a plan. His clothes were drenched in the blood of the young women too, and before he could really think of anything, the basement door swung open.

“Vaggie? I heard screaming and-”, she abruptly stopped when she walked into the scene of the murder.

“V-Vaggie?”, she asked out of breath. Tears began to form within her eyes, when she walked towards the body, with shaking legs.

“V-Vaggie? Please, answer?”, she whimpered out. Then she looked at the person beside the body.

“C-Caleb… What have you? Why have you? I can’t… Wha….”, she couldn’t find any words to describe what was going on inside her head. She fell to her knees, and soon, the tears, began to fall. She was crying and sobbing, with a hanging head, while Caleb slowly stood up.

“Well. I guess you were wrong, hehe. Some demons don’t have a Rainbow in their heart. You’re truly pathetic. Thinking this stupid hotel would change anyone. I wasted my entire day, trying to win your trust. Damn, I’m almost as stupid as you are!”, he laughed out loud.

“You didn’t… This isn’t happening…”, Charlie cried.

“Oh, you better believe it. What did you expect? We’re in hell! This relationship wouldn’t have worked anyway. You should thank me!”, he pointed out.

“You son of a bitch.”, she whispered.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, what now?”

“You son of a bitch! I will fucking kill you!!!”, She jumped up, and ran with full speed at the gigantic monster. He readied up his knife, trusting, that in her blind anger, she would just ran straight into it. But when she closed in, the knife just shattered on her skin. The shards of the blade rained down on the ground, when in the next moment, he felt an unbelievable pain in his face. He flew across the room, and slammed against the rear wall. Caleb shook his head, wondering what just happened. Then he turned around and saw Charlie running towards him. She jumped on top of him, and punched him in the face, over and over and over again, until his head resembled nothing more than a mashed potato.

Charlie let her head sink down again. She looked at her hand, which was dripping with the blood of the murderer of her girlfriend.

“You son of a bitch.”, she whispered to his body.

She slowly got up, turned around and carefully walked towards Vaggie’s body.

“V-Vaggie?”

No reaction.

“It’s me, Charlie. We can go back to sleep now.”, she whimpered under tears, but still trying to set up a smile.

“Come on, wake up. We can even have some fun if you want to.”

Charlie stood next to the open body of her girlfriend. She kneeled down, and lifted her head up from the ground and rested it on her thighs. Charlie slowly stroke through the hair of her lost love.

“I love you, Vaggie.”, she cried, “I’m sorry. It was my fault.”, she said, while her tears fell down to Vaggie’s face, rolled down her cheeks, and dripped off into the puddle of blood that had collected on the ground.

She failed. She was wrong. Because,

Not all demons, have a Rainbow in their Heart.

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So, now I want to say thanks to @nightsoulvixen for hosting Varlie week! I enjoyed it quite a bit, and hope, that something like this will be hosted again in the near future! :)

#hazbin hotel #charlie magne #hazbin charlie #vaggie #hazbin vaggie #chaggie #varlie #varlie week #varlieweek #otp #otps #fanfic

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onigirishawn · 6 years ago

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slim shady

Hey guys! This is my first imagine on tumblr , I’ve had some experience writing in Wattpad. Feel free to share some writing advice if you have some! Enjoy :)

Summary : You’re a university student finishing up your final exams. During a celebration party in a bar, you get a lil’ too drunk which catches Shawn’s attention.

YOUR POV

“Here’s to the end of exams!” , Me and my friends cheered as we clinked our glasses filled with beer to celebrate. We drank the beers down and my friends didn’t hesitate to ask for more drinks.

I was in my final year of (your choice of degree) and I couldn’t be happier to finally finish up. Uni life has been great but I was finally more excited to quit the books and see what the future holds. I promised myself to savor every moment the tonight holds. Everyone will be going in their separate ways soon... and so would I. I took down another glass of beer and finally a few shots of vodka with my friends before finally taking a rest from my thirst hunt. The alcohol kicked in instantly.

“Y/N, Y/N! There’s a karaoke spot up next!” My friend Bethany said while pulling my wrist and bringing me towards the stage. I hear my friends cheer for me as I was about to take my spot. Oh god. At this point of intoxication, I seriously couldn’t care less about what anyone thought of me. Besides, it was a pub! People get drunk all the time.

I took my stand on the stage and grabbed onto the mic as the lights glared into my eyes, blinding me.

“Alright, hi guys... my name is Y/N, uhmmmmmm.” I started to giggle, “I’ll be singing uh....” I looked over to Bethany who screamed, “Slim ShadyyYyYyYyyY!!!!!!”

The Real Slim Shady? By Eminem? Who starts rapping when they’re drunk? Oh, That’s right. Me. You see ever since I started uni I’ve always had a good talent in rapping, something I never really thought I even had. My friends would always challenge me, to which I never really failed at. Pretty cool huh?

The audience were surprised with the song choice and clapped in anticipation. As the beat started to play I looked over to the tiny television provided. My body started to move to do the beat. As I rapped along the song so smoothly. Earning some ‘ooo’s and applause from the crowd by every perfect line I rapped. I was surprised myself to know that the lyrics were already instilled in my head, giving me the confidence to show how cool I was on stage. (Well that’s what I thought)

Eventually the song came to an end and I huffed my last line, smoothly. I earned the loud applause from the crowd and the ‘rap queen’ title by some strangers I walked passed. I cringed a lil’ at the comment but I gladly accepted it.

“Wow Y/N I knew you were a real rap queen.” Bethany said as she hung her arm around me. My group of friends came to me , cheering as I simply laughed at their compliments. My mouth grew dry from my performance. “Alright guys, I’ll meet you guys at the table, just let me get a drink. I’m thirsty.” I said and my friends nodded, I walked over to the bar.

“Hey Y/N. What a performance! Didn’t think you had such talent. Drinks are on me, what are you feeling?” I smiled at the bartender I know well, Dylan. “Thanks Dylan, but really, I’ll just have some water.” Dylan laughed and nodded. Walking over across the bar to get some water. He came back in a few seconds and I downed one whole cup.

“Impressive performance.” I hear a stranger say in my direction. I looked over to my left to find a guy two seats away from me. He had messy curls and had a single strand of curl falling onto his forehead. He wore a blue button up with a few buttons left undone that gave a lil view of his chest. His sleeves rolled up which revealed a few tattoos. I was taken aback, this dude is hot! 🤩🤪

I simply smiled “Thanks. Just a lil challenge my friends gave.” I said confidently . I heard him chuckle and watched as he ran a hand through his hair. He pulled out a hand, “I’m Shawn.” I giggled and shook his hand, “Y/N.”

“So Y/N why are you here alone?” He asked nicely as he took a sip of his whiskey.

“Nah. My friends are over there. But now as a celebrity I deserve some much needed privacy and time alone.” I said as I lifted my empty glass.

Shawn just laughed and I lifted a brow, again, my confidence taking over me, “So handsome boy what brings you here alone?” Shawn was taken aback by my comment (Fuck Y/N you’re so dumb)

He grinned instantly, “I’m staying here for a few days. Thought I might enjoy the nightlife this city has.” I smiled, “Well I hope you’re enjoying it.” I commented.

“Oh boy, I already am.” He laughed as he looked into my eyes. I started to blush.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I immediately took my phone and mouthed a “Sorry” to Shawn and took the call. He simply nodded and understood my excuse.

“Y/N don’t you dare come back to our table or leave that bar!” I hear Bethany say sternly.

“Whu-whu-why??” I say drunk and confused.

“That’s Shawn Mendes you’re talking to dummy!” She screamed into the phone. My eyes immediately grew large, trying not to show my shock to Shawn , who was still looking at me. “Uhhhh alright I’ll get back to you later.” I said and immediately hung up.

I looked back at Shawn and have a nervous giggle. I knew who Shawn Mendes was, why the hell didn’t I recognise him at first?! ‘Handsome boy’ geez what was I thinking he probably had a girlfriend. But even I wouldn’t know that. I face palmed my face as I grew red. My intoxication was growing less.

I shook my head and I immediately thought to myself , who cares who he is? I liked this guy. He seems down to earth and I was having a good time with him.

“Uh Y/N you alright?” I hear Shawn ask, concerned. I shook my head. “Nah I’m good.” I said and smiled at him. “Hey.. I don’t wish to split you up from your friends.. but would you like to get out of here..?” He asked , indicating a hand to the door behind him.

I thought twice , “What exactly are you thinking of doing Shawn?” I asked with a raised brow. I knew where I stand, if this man was just some guy trying to hook up with me just because I’m drunk, I’d just be turned off.

“Oh no, no sorry I didn’t mean ‘that’. Just a stroll around this place. Maybe grab a bite. My treat?” He offered with an open hand. I folded my arms and smirked, “What makes you think I’d simply get out of this place alone with you without thinking you’re a murderer?” I asked. He laughed , “Well...I’m Canadian.”

I giggled, “Very funny.” I said and walked past him out of the door. He looked back, smirking at me as I walked to the door. “You coming or not boy?” I asked. He got off his seat and took his jacket from his chair and left with me.

‘Don’t bother coming back to the bar. Stay safe and tell us all about it tomorrow xx ‘

Bethany texted the second I left the bar.

I rolled my eyes and put away my phone. I breathed in the cool air of the city, it was late and it felt almost empty.

Shawn walked beside me, “So Y/N what do you do?” .

“Hm? Just a uni student finishing up my last year.”

Shawn nodded and looked down on the pavements , I turned to ask , “What about you?” As if I don’t know already.

“I sing.” Was all he said.

“That’s it?” I asked. “Yep, nothing much to it.” I nodded, despite the fact that I knew who he was, I found it interesting how he tried to keep it low-profile.

“So you’re here to sing?” I ask. “Yeah..nothing much.” I laughed at the times he mentioned, “Nothing much.”

Breaking the growing silence, I turn to him, walking backwards , “Alright Shawn. You have the city and you have me , your trusty tour guide, where do you wanna go?” I ask.

“I’m not too sure.. do you think if we just stroll around the streets we might come across something..cool?” Shawn laughed. “Well aside from rapists, kidnappers and theifs that could be walking within us right , we might come across something cool at this hour.” I joked. Shawn laughed and simply nodded.

As we walked down the streets, we kept chatting, I told Shawn all about my degree course I was taking and he listened intently. We talked about his family, and I almost forgot who he really was and how famous he was. He just seemed like a regular guy.

“Hey that’s what I’m talking about!” I said and pointed at a local diner. “This place has cool music trust me. We’ll have the jukebox all to ourselves.” I opened a door for Shawn and lead him to a table.

“But first , we eat.” I said and smiled. Shawn laughed , “Right. I’m starving.”

Me and Shawn took our orders and spent sometime chatting. Laughing about some stupid jokes. As I tried to finish my meals, I catcher Shawn staring onto me. I at him as well, as I sipped my milkshake. I laugh, “Like what you’re seeing?”

“I don’t know.. I think I do.” Shawn said as he took a sip of his milkshake too, not breaking his gaze. I started to blush.

An idea popped in my head and I immediately exited the booth, rushing over to the jukebox and inserting some coins to play a song, it was a retro cafe, so I played ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’.

I walked to Shawn, extending a hand for him. Shawn immediately took it and I brought him near the jukebox , where an empty space was available.

He asks, “Care to dance?” I took his offer and we started swaying our hips to the song. As the song went on, I didn’t realise how close me and Shawn had gotten. His hands were on my waist and my hands wrapped on behind his neck. We just stayed there and we kept laughing at each other whenever I accidentally stepped on his foot.

Shawn was looking deep into my eyes and so did I, as the song came to a closing end he whispered, “You are one of a kind Y/N. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“I’d have to say the same about you too Mr. Stranger” I said back. Earning him a smile. We continued dancing throughout the night.

And that’s how it all started.

Hi guys that’s the end of my first imagine! Hope you guys liked it. 🥰

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gcrminatorarchive · 6 years ago

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OSMOSIS “OZZY” JONES. (OST)

MAIN: Summer In The City - St. Lunatics.

I am the king of the city, top down windows I'm Puffin like Diddy! Ridin' cause the haters face mad, team gritty! Honk your horn twice if your misses lookin' pretty!

SILLY: My Name Is - Eminem.

Hi! My name is (what?) My name is (who?) My name is Slim Shady Hi! My name is (huh?) My name is (what?) My name is Slim Shady

Hi! My name is (what?) Excuse me, (my name is) (who? My name is) Slim Shady Can I get the attention of the class (huh my name is, what my name is) For one second My name is (My name is Slim Shady)

Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!) Wanna see me stick Nine inch Nails, through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)

DETERMINATION: Hot Blooded - Foreigner.

Well, I'm hot blooded! Check it and see! I got a fever of a hundred and three! Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded!

BATTLE: Break U Off - Uncle Kracker.

I ain't looking for love, but I got plenty to give You come around with a frown and you leave with a fat lip I ain't shakin' but you can bet the heat's back So keep that, keep that, believe that No rights underneath my wrongs I spend a lot of time where I don't belong There to watch you fall, ain't a lot to ask All I need is a match and a gallon of gas and I'm I'll take you higher, baby I'll take you higher, baby I'm gonna set your lonely world On fire, baby Whatcha come down here for? I've come to break u off! Whatcha come down here for? I've come to break u off! Whatcha come down here for? I've come to break u off! Whatcha come down here for? I've come to break u off! Break you off, break you off Break you off, break you off Break you off!

SAD: Key To My Heart - Craig David.

Lonely hours, Lonely days, Never meant to drive you away from me, I shoulda listened to ya lady and what you had to say, if only I never knew how much you feel for somebody after you've let them go (let them go) And you find out that it's too late to let your feelings show (feelings show) And even though I've done you so wrong Don't you know, like I know, baby.

You see you've got the key to my heart, girl Unlock me and take all my feelings apart. Cause when you said you had to leave, had to go away, You closed the door on me; you threw away the key.

RELAXED: Fill Me In - Craig David.

I was checking this girl next door When her parents went out She phoned said, "hey boy, come back around" So I knock at the door You was standin' with a bottle of red wine, ready to pour Dressed in long black satin and lace to the floor. So I went in, then we sat down start kissing, caressing Told me about jacuzzi, sounded interesting So we jumped right in All calls diverted to answer phone Please leave a message after the tone. I mean me and her parents were kind of cool But they were the fine line between me and you. We were just doing things young people in love do Parents tryn’a find out what we were up to.

Saying why were you creeping around late last night Why did I see two shadows moving in your bedroom light Now you're dressed in black When I left you were dressed in white Can you fill me in? Calls diverted to answer phone Red wine bottle, half the contents gone When I returned, Jacuzzi turned on Can you fill me in?

HAPPY: R. Kelly - I Believe.

There could be dark clouds up over me, yeah Still I know I can stand tall, yeah And I can be the only man in the middle of the sea And still somehow I wouldn't feel small, no. Ever since I found you, baby, it's been my attitude, yes, it has I wouldn't trade you for the world, uh-uh If I bet my money on you, baby, I would never lose, no 'Cause you're my inspiration, girl With you by my side, I believe (Oh, I believe) I believe (Oh, I believe) Yes, I (I believe) I believe (Oh, I believe) Oh, I believe (Oh, I believe) I believe (I believe) Yes, I Now there could be a roadblock right in front of me, mmm And it wouldn't be in my way, no Even if they locked me up and threw away the key, yeah Somehow I know it would be okay, yeah 'Cause ever since I met you, girl, I've been positive. Oh, yes You gave me a reason why, yes, you did I kinda gave up on life, but now I wanna live, yeah 'Cause in the tunnel you were my light And with you by my side, I believe...

HARD WORK MONTAGE: Rider Like Me - Ezekiel Lewis.

I won't deny it, I'm a straight rider You don't wanna step to me. So homie let me enjoy my drink And let's kick it like real young G's.

Now where my soldiers at Runnin in the club sippin' cogniac Lookin’ for them shorties wit a lot of that Represent where you from if you a rider like me

Now where my mamis at All up in the club sippin’ cogniac Lookin’ for a playa with a lot of cash Represent where you from if you a rider like me.

LOVE: Fill Me In (Part 2) - Craig David.

Late last night, you were chilling with your friends, baby Driving all the God damn guys crazy. Hey You said now would you like To take me for a ride honey I said that would be just fine for me, for me, yeah You come around and you were willing to drive But it wasn't enough I guess you wanted me to come o’er your way You wanna ride & then tell me you wanna stay No way, ain't messing with the games you play

Fill me in Let me know what’s up baby Can you fill me in? Let me know what’s up Let me know what’s up Fill me in Let me know what’s up baby Can you fill me in? Let me know what’s up Let me know what’s up.

FAILURE / DEFEAT: Rock Bottom - Eminem.

I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this worthless check I'm about to burst this Tec at somebody to reverse this debt Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged Full of venom and rage, especially when I'm engaged.

FINAL BATTLE: 'Till I Collapse - Eminem.

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired, you feel weak And when you feel weak you feel like you want to just give upBut you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength And just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up And not be a quitter, no matter how bad you want to just fall flat on your face and collapse.

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★ TAGGING: @consciouspeaking @koldreliff @tmxmory @brinkofbedlam (Thrax.) @mostghcst @shcllgame @neverwaryy @spidcr-pcoplc (Anyone you want.) @ghoulseezon @thatscwewywabbit @gliitchiing @deriision @sunsreign

#Who you callin’ a bad cop? (Self.)#You're dealin' with a white blood cell here! (Headcanons.)

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dbtrilogy2 · 7 years ago

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Released(20 pt2)

Camila

Knocking I wait before twisting the nob. "Stanley...you ok baby?"

She looks up from a book taking off her headphones. "Yeah I just ignore her now."

Sitting I sigh. The fact that my two oldest are having some kind of disagreement hurts me. Am I not doing something right as a parent?

"What's going on with you two?"

She sighed setting her things aside. "I'm trying to look out for her but for some reason she thinks I'm taking over her life or something. Her words cut deep and it's getting really hard to keep my sanity and be the bigger person." Her eyes tear up.

"What started all of this?"

"Just a uh...disagreement on a topic."

"Something to do with school or a boy maybe?"

"Something like that but I can't say I don't want to betray her like she already thinks I do. Just because she's being mean and what not doesn't mean I have to send that same vibe back but I know this will come to a end soon."

I always thought I was the parent my kids would come to and just talk. Uh these teenage years are killing me already and they just entered it. Figuring being in the house right now isn't gonna have her opening up. Since I need to make a quick run I asked Stanley to come with me. As I drove I noticed her tense body language.

Mona is a very spoiled girl...had been since she was born. Chris and I tried our best to raise her to be basically what she isn't right now. The last thing I wanted is her to be this cold hearted person but a parent can only do so much. At a certain age the child starts to make decisions on their own and eventually learn important life lessons.

"Do you think we took you in as charity?"

Stanley shyly shrugged. "I know you and my mom were at a time friends and when I was taken in by you guys it was because she went to jail."

"We don't get anything for having you. There's no government check or special privileges or anything like that. You became someone dear to both chris and I heart. I just couldn't stand back while you lost your mom and do nothing about it. Both Chris and I love you so much Stanley please believe that."

"I try I swear I do but. When we're all together you know everyone sometime I just can't help knowing that this isn't my family. No one is related to me and then I get people reminding me daily. I hate feeling that I do not belong here."

So much I did not know. Who is bullying my child.

"We may not be blood related but I treat you the same way I do to those I pushed out. I have the same love for you I care about you and hate that you've been feeling this way. Why didn't you come to anyone sooner?"

"I caused enough trouble behind the papers....I didn't want to seem ungrateful for what you and dad I mean Chris did for me."

"You still call us mom and dad regardless what Mona says. I just wish I knew what was behind all this. What are you holding for her is it the boy she's interested in? What does she have against you that's making you shy back and allow her to disrespect you like this? I can tell you now not that I want this to happen with you two but me and Rebecca almost dropped our entire friendship we even fought. At the end of the day if you really love her you should do what's right no matter how she's feels about the truth."

She looked at me then down to her hands. This situation is making me real nervous because I'm starting to think it's not just the boy or whatever had Mona acting up. It's all starting to look like something more serious than I thought and I'm scared to find out the truth. I'm not emotionally ready for whatever storm is coming.

As I pull into the grocery store parking lot finding a good enough spot I turn off the car.

"I like Julian." She said before I reached for the door handle. "And he likes me back....we confessed this to each other and we agreed to not fully take in a relationship but have an understanding."

"Oh...ok."

"Mona said if I spoke on her business she would tell someone and get me sent to be with another family since it is frowned on for foster kids and members of their foster family to be together." She wiped her face fumbling with her fingers a nervous habit of her's. "I don't want to lose you guys."

"You won't and that's something I can promise." ******* Finishing the last braid I sigh standing from my mirror. Chris groans walking into our room fall face first on the bed. Being the great husband he is he put the twins to bed after feeding and bathing both.

"Why did we have two more after the last one?"

Smiling I grab one of his lotions sitting on his butt. "Because someone doesn't like to use condoms and can't seem to keep his baby supplier under control."

Working the lotion into my hands they rub onto his bare back. His deep slow breaths and occasional grunts let me know I'm doing good.

"I blame you and that gold between your thighs. It's not my fault you stay tight and moist all these years."

"Uh shut up with your dirty talk and turn over." I was now sitting facing him. "What did you and Maurice do earlier?"

"I just wanted to spend some time with him. We played some ball at the academy messed around in one of the recording studios it was fun."

"Well that was nice what made you wanna do that?"

His hands squeeze my thighs as mind rub on his pecks. He has kept his nice toned body and I love it.

"After talking with Carlton I thought I could take some of my own advise especially with the kids. I'm taking Maliki with me to work tomorrow see what I can get out of him cause you know he's getting older and I wanna get some good advise in him now."

Looking at my husband is my favorite thing to do. This man is my everything my life was changed for the better with him with. I have my kids because of him my career turned in a better direction with his help.

"Your such a great father." He chuckled deep. "I'm serious baby you really are."

"Well they say behind a great man is a greater woman. If I'm great then you are the worlds greatest."

I couldn't help the pink faded color on my cheeks.

"I guess personally I think I could use some work in the parenting department. I mean lately I feel so left out with the girls. Did you know their basically not sisters anymore at lease on Mona's end."

He frowned sitting up keeping me on him. "Nah what you mean?"

"Their going through some kind of loyalty thing like me and Rebecca back then. Someone is in Mona's head and she's turned on Stanley. Earlier she asked why we allow Stanley to call us mom and dad because she's not our daughter and then called her the charity we brought in."

This is such a horrible situation. Being that I've been through something serious like this I know the odds of a good out come is very slim. Mona is so much like me I just know it'll take something drastic to open her stubborn eyes.

"So it's like you and devin? Stanley must be warning her about this person whoever the hell is it and Mona isn't listening...all I know is it better not be some ugly knuckle head boy."

"Their at that age baby it probably is a boy." He sigh rolling his eyes. "I didn't think we would have to go through this so...early their only fourteen. Baby Stanley thinks she doesn't belong here like she's some outsider. What can we do to convince her it's nothing like that...I know I've said this a million maybe a billion times but I love that girl like I birthed her and this hurts that she's feeling like this and we're just now finding out."

Seeing me getting emotional he pulled me in kissing my head.

"Relax we can get through this just like we get through everything else. We've raised amazing girls this is just something they are going through. It's sad to see them so distant and not like themselves but baby all we can do is parent and let them work things out. If they don't come to us we can't help but they'll be back to normal in no time. Mona has to learn her lesson just like you did."

"I didn't want her to have to...I almost lost my best friend and sister from something just like this. My girls shouldn't be going through this!"

"Yo se lo se baby....it's gonna be ok." *I know I know baby* "Come on we gotta get you relaxed. Let me give you a massage."

Laying on my stomach I hear him rubbing his hands together. "Ok but no funny business."

Laughing he started on my lower back. "Yeah....right."

Rebecca

"Why did you schedule this appointment so early."

Rolling my eyes I slip my shades over them stepping out our car. "So neither of us could back out for anything work related."

"You mean me? These shady comments gotta stop Rebecca foreal babe."

After signing us in I lead to some open seats. "One I'm not being shady not everything is some kind of blow to you and second your not the only one who works so I could've been talking about myself. Stop being so selfish not everything is about you Carlton."

It's way to early for BS right now and I really would rather not go in with us arguing already.

"I'm not you started it with the petty comments it's not my fault-"

"But it is because you took it the way you wanted to. I'm really not trynna argue right now Carlton seriously...relax for once."

"There you go again."

Imma kill him.

"Mr and Mrs Willis? Follow me please." The receptionist says with a bright smile.

We sit in the two chairs opposite of the doctor. "Welcome how are you guys this morning?"

"I'm great my wife seems to be feeling a little shady but what's new?"

Cutting my eyes I sigh out my nose putting on a smile to the therapist. "I'm also great my husband may think I'm being shady but that's understandable with the lonely dark nights I've spent in our bed alone. I guess it's just grown on me."

"Wow getting right things huh? Why don't we get to why we are here today."

"We need to work on communication in our marriage." I say crossing my legs.

"Ok that's normal. Marriage is never easy two different souls coming together as one will bring complications. Now how long have you two been married?"

"11 years we got married the same year our first child was born."

Nodding she writes in her note pad. "So you say communication is an issue? What was it that stopped it in the first place."

"Work for the both of us started to...pick up. Scheduled dates would get pushed back so it just wasn't the same."

"Mr Willis you haven't said much if anything just yet."

He sighed slouching. "It's to early for all this for me."

Me rolling my eyes caught the therapist attention. "Problem?"

"Yes him. This is suppose to be helping us but timing is getting in the way of us getting our marriage back on track. So you'd rather be sleeping than being here saving eleven years worth of love and emotions problems and two freaking kids."

"Excuse me for being tired Rebecca!"

"Ok ok let's just calm down. I don't want things getting to far ahead." The doctor says yet gets ignore by us both.

"I do what I do for her so she can live comfortable without a want in the world but all I get in return is nagging! Constantly every got damn day soon as I get home."

"Reminding you of the family YOU HELPED ME CREATE NEEDS YOU IS NOT ME NAGGING YOU! That is me loving you and staying by your side supporting your career over my own. This producing job has gotten into your head I don't even know who you are most of the time."

Chuckling he stood ruffling his hair. "I'm doing this shit for you and it's like you don't even recognize me trying."

"How is not speaking trying Carlton? Yes it was my idea but remember you said and I quote "if that's what you think we need I'm all for it". Was it a lie or just something to get me quite?"

He shook his head starting to pace the room.

"Ok I see where the root is and I'm more than sure we can work things out between you two in no time. Mr.Willis could you come sit back down please."

He looks at me slowly coming and taking his seat again. The doctor hands me a tissue to wipe away tear I didn't even notice had started falling.

"If I can I'd just like to first say that this step you all are taking coming to a complete stranger bringing them into your personal life is big. So many people have taken up a defensive strategy of keeping problems small or big bottled up inside letting them grow to a point where they explode at any random time. It's clear as can be the love you two have still blooming and very much fresh."

We look at each other loosening our bodies relaxing into the leather seats.

"My job will be to just be the voice of reason to help you come to a happier ending together. In the end I can guarantee as a team we can get you all back to that honeymoon stage in the relationship." She smiled before standing. "Now there was a study that shows the consumption of alcohol can cause a uh word vomit as it is effect. Loosen you up and let how you truly feel be known by word or mouth. Since the saying is drunken words and sober thoughts....but I'm not going to try and get you guys drunk."

She goes to a cabinet taking out to two crystal glasses. "So vodka or rum?"

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dieukyungsoo · 7 years ago

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•Click• •Chapter 1• •Pilot• •Group Chat I•

–9:30 pm– /chanyeol_pcy has added kyungsoo93, kim junmyeon., luluhanxi7, not jongdae🌈, and oohsehunnie/ chanyeol_pcy: okay so chanyeol_pcy: these are all the numbers I have chanyeol_pcy: and I want a big gc with everyone in it so add all the numbers you have not jongdae🌈: how did you get my number not jongdae🌈: did daesung sell it out again kim junmyeon.: are you that tall kid from the music department? luluhanxi7: I thought you were in the business department chanyeol_pcy: what my major is is none of your business chanyeol_pcy: just add your fckn numbers kyungsoo93: okay chanyeol i know you have like -5 friends but there’s only six people in this gc chanyeol_pcy: THATS WHY IM TELLING YOU TO ADD PEOPLE YOU FCK kyungsoo93: call me a fck again and ill sue you luluhanxi7: you know how to do that kyungsoo93: yeah I’m a lawyer luluhanxi7: damn I better leave then kyungsoo93:…why… luluhanxi7: I’m wanted under the law oohsehunnie: WAIT LU REALLY kyungsoo93: WHERE THE FCK DID YOU COME FROM luluhanxi93: yeah for being too pretty 😊✨ oohsehunnie: IVE ALWAYS BEEN HERE /kim junmyeon. has added galaxykris🌟/ chanyeol_pcy: 🐸☕️ kyungsoo93: WHOS ALL HERE galaxykris🌟: me apparently galaxykris🌟: wtf is this oohsehunnie: lu i swear on my dead great aunts grave I will kill you dead kim junmyeon.: help galaxykris🌟: are they attacking you kim junmyeon.: no each other galaxykris🌟: hollup im getting popcorn not jongdae🌈: get me some too plz luluhanxi7: :( kim junmyeon.: DONT LEAVE ME kyungsoo93: that’s a threat i can add that your file oohsehunnie: since when do I have a file kyungsoo93: since now chanyeol_pcy: KYUNGSOO STOP BEING ANNOYING NO ONE CARES ABOUT THE LAW not jongdae🌈: I’m pretty sure that’s illegal kyungsoo93: yes it is /chanyeol_pcy has removed kyungsoo93/ chanyeol_pcy: okay that’s bet eyte galaxykris🌟: what not jongdae🌈: dammit it was getting good /chanyeol_pcy has added kyungsoo93/ chanyeol_pcy: SKMEONE REMKVE HIM chanyeol_pcy: HE ATTACD ME kyungsoo93: did not chanyeol_pcy: you threw a tube of toothpaste at me and it cut my cheek and now there’s blood on my phone galaxykris🌟: kinky not jongdae🌈: KYUNGSOO HAS A TOOTHPASTE KINK kim junmyeon.: plz don’t luluhanxi7: im kinkshaming™ oohsehunnie: lu you literally told me you had a nose kink you shouldn’t be talking galaxykris🌟: wait galaxykris🌟: if you’re not jongdae than who are you not jongdae🌈: im minseok /not jongdae🌈 has added not minseok✨/ not jongdae🌈: that’s jongdae not minseok✨: tis i the famous jongdae not minseok✨: wait luhan has a nose kink oohsehunnie: ikr kyungsoo93: wait wtf chanyeol_pcy: a nose kink?? am I reading that right?? /galaxykris🌟 has sent an image/ kim junmyeon.: why must you be like this luluhanxi7: ISTG luluhanxi7: I DONT HAVE A NOSE KINK luluhanxi7: THATS OUT OF CONTEXT luluhanxi7: OH SEHUN I SWEAR TO GOD oohsehunnie: don’t swear to god that’s not nice kyungsoo93: swear to satan he’s better chanyeol_pcy: kyUNGSOo not minseok✨: omg this is a sht ton of tea /not minseok✨ has added zhxngyixingicorn🦄 and baekthosebyuns/ not minseok✨: guys look at this luhan has a nose kink and kyungsoo is a satanist luluhanxi7: I DO NOT baekthosebyuns: holy sheet baekthosebyuns: why am I not surprised ksoo is a satanist tho /zhxngyixingicorn🦄 has added doritao/ zhxngyixingicorn🦄: if I have to read this so do you doritao: one minute I’m reading doritao: HOLY FCK LUHAN HAS A NOSE KINK /doritao has sent an image/ galaxykris🌟: HEY THATS WHAT I DID kim junmyeon.: why do i pretend to tolerate you luluhanxi7: I DONT HAVE A NOSE KINK /not minseok✨ has sent an image/ /not jongdae🌈 has sent an image/ /oohsehunnie has sent an image/ chanyeol_pcy: id send a photo of my nose but i don’t want luhan jacking off to a photo of my nose zhxngyixingicorn🦄: omg im glad I didn’t send one now luluhanxi7: I DONT HAVE A NOSE KINK /galaxykris🌟 has sent an image/ kim junmyeon.: HEY THATS MY NOSE kim junmyeon.: UNSEND THAT THATS VIOLATION OF PRIVATE PROPERTY kyungsoo93: i can fine you for that galaxykris🌟: no you can’t he’s mine kim junmyeon.: oh my god luluhanxi7: kinky not jongdae🌈: that’s gay baekthosebyuns: tone down the gay oml galaxykris🌟: i think I broke junmyeon /galaxykris🌟 has sent an image/ zhxngyixingicorn🦄: oml that’s adorable chanyeol_pcy: HES TRYING TO HIDE HIS FACE BUT I CAN STILL SEE HIM BLUSHING doritao: since when did you have nur jiwoo baekthosebyuns: what doritao: the bear isn’t that seo juhyuns baekthosebyuns: first of all why do you know the bears name baekthosebyuns: second of all why do you know who it belongs to doritao: I’ve had my fair share of girl talk times okay galaxykris🌟: junmyeon says same galaxykris🌟: not really he’s busy making squealing noises into juhyuns pillows but you get the message oohsehunnie: I think we’ve all had girl talk time with juhyun chanyeol_pcy: I haven’t baekthosebyuns: I feel betrayed not jongdae🌈: okay that’s rude galaxykris🌟: don’t take it out on me I’ll add her zhxngyixingicorn🦄: no this is a homo only zone not jongdae🌈: yixing not jongdae🌈: you not jongdae🌈: are not jongdae🌈: bisexual zhxngyixingicorn🦄: oh yeah /kim junmyeon. has added seojuhyunsjh/ baekthosebyuns: my homosexuality feels threatened chanyeol_pcy: not a tru gay then seojuhyunsjh: finally I can see this tea firsthand oohsehunnie: have you been reading all of this seojuhyunsjh: I heard junmyeon squeal so I came into see what these two gay fcks were doing and I’ve been reading from Junmyeon’s phone ever since seojuhyunsjh: also I knew Luhan was into some weird sht luluhanxi7: I. DO. NOT. HAVE. A. NOSE. KINK. seojuhyunsjh: anyways if any of you want girl talk time you know the dorm number seojuhyunsjh: and I’m not making this hetero™ zone chanyeol_pcy: wait ur gay seojuhyunsjh: nah im pan oohsehunnie: omg same kyungsoo93: same here seojuhyunsjh: !! TWINS !! seojuhyunsjh: or should I say triplets kyungsoo93: don’t twin me oohsehunnie: it’s okay juhyun ill be your twin seojuhyunsjh: good I’ve already lost one twin I can’t lose both kyungsoo93: I was never your twin baekthosebyuns: anyways I’m full gay baekthosebyuns: 110% homo not jongdae🌈: im the gayest gay to gay galaxykris🌟: dude you can’t get much gayer than me zhxngyixingicorn🦄: apparently I’m bisexual luluhanxi7: is it like a chinese thing to be bi galaxykris🌟: excuse you chanyeol_pcy: dude im not chinese luluhanxi7: do you hear something zhxngyixingicorn🦄: no do you luluhanxi7: i must be hearing things chanyeol_pcy: btch fck u galaxykris🌟: succ a dck the both of you kim junmyeon.: that’s my job galaxykris🌟: OH MY GOSH baekthosebyuns: THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE not minseok✨: that’s gay not jongdae🌈: wait okay not jongdae🌈: so juhyun, kyungsoo and sehun are pansexual seojuhyunsjh: yes oohsehunnie: that is correct kyungsoo93: uh huh not jongdae🌈: and baekhyun, kris and i are gay baekthosebyuns: you know it galaxykris🌟: fucc yes btch not jongdae🌈: and yixing, chanyeol, and luhan are bisexual zhxngyixingicorn🦄: apparently chanyeol_pcy: raging luluhanxi7: the biest bi not jongdae🌈: we’re having a mini confession period rn so everyone needs to out themselves doritao: im asexual luluhanxi7: lameo luluhanxi7: you never wanna do threesomes with me :( doritao: gee i wonder why oohsehunnie: he’s not here to out himself but jongin is bi baekthosebyuns: who tf is jongin kyungsoo93: JONGIN /oohsehunnie has added jonginini/ kyungsoo93: JONGIN jonginini: KYUNGSOO oohsehunnie: JONGIN jonginini: SEHUN seojuhyunsjh: JONGIN jonginini: HI WHOEVER YOU ARE oohsehunnie: jongin I have an important question for you jonginini: shoot 🔫 jonginini: whoever decided to change the gun emoji to a water gun deserves to be fired baekthosebyuns: ikr doritao: and whoever came up with the idea for the emoji movie chanyeol_pcy: the emoji movie is going to ruin motion pictures for me luluhanxi7: first of all fck u luluhanxi7: second of all who tf calls it a motion picture anymore oohsehunnie: ANYWAYS oohsehunnie: JONGIN jonginini: YEA oohsehunnie: WHATS YOUR SEXUALITY jonginini: WEIRD QUESTION BUT IM BI Y oohsehunnie: BTCH I TOLD YOU kyungsoo93: i never argued with you zhxngyixingicorn🦄: okay but jongdae (the real one) and junmyeon still need to out themselves not minseok✨: im straight and feeling very attacked not jongdae🌈: btch that’s a lie and you know it not minseok✨: sht u right zhxngyixingicorn🦄: so the real jongdae is gay chanyeol_pcy: can the real slim shady plz stand up baekthosebyuns: I will remove you not minseok✨: no im bi chanyeol_pcy: why is there so many of us jonginini: cult cult cult chanyeol_pcy: cult cult cult luluhanxi7: cult cult cult zhxngyixingicorn🦄: why are we chanting cult cult cult kyungsoo93: cult cult cult oohsehunnie: ksoo you’re not bi you can’t chant cult doritao: yet I’m not surprised seojuhyunsjh: you can’t chant cult you didn’t want to be my twin kyungsoo93: i feel threatened /kyungsoo93 sent an image/ chanyeol_pcy: is that a meme chanyeol_pcy: with my face kyungsoo93: maybe not jongdae🌈: OKAY JUNMYEON not jongdae🌈: TIME TO OUT YOURSELF galaxykris🌟: Junmyeon’s not available right nej baekthosebyuns: what not jongdae🌈: that’s no in swedish seojuhyunsjh: Junmyeon started screaming into a pillow and I think he may have cried a bit seojuhyunsjh: and then he had a spaz attack or smth and kicked kris in the nuts seojuhyunsjh: and now he’s crying on the floor and junmyeon is crying because he kicked kris baekthosebyuns: no one cares minseok not minseok✨: *le gasp* how dare you talk to him like that not jongdae🌈: that meme is dead I never want to see you say le gasp again not minseok✨: stfu im defending you baekthosebyuns: anyways seohyun send a photo /seojuhyunsjh has sent an image/ chanyeol_pcy: OH MY GOSH zhxngyixingicorn🦄: is he okay /baekthosebyuns has taken a screenshot/ /oohsehunnie has taken a screenshot/ /doritao has taken a screenshot/ /luluhanxi7 has taken a screenshot/ /not minseok✨ has taken a screenshot/ /not jongdae🌈 has taken a screenshot/ /jonginini has taken a screenshot/ jonginini: idek who they are and this is fckn hilarious /kyungsoo93 has taken a screenshot/ baekthosebyuns: HES IN SI MYCH PWON UTS SO FUNNT /chanyeol_pcy has taken a screenshot/ baekthosebyuns: HES SI WORRIED ABUOUT HIS NUTS doritao: and he claims he’s not gay oohsehunnie: anyways my mom says it’s my bedtime I have to go :( jonginini: since when were you home oohsehunnie: mom came and picked me up yesterday jonginini: I thought you took the train baekthosebyuns: he’s been scared to take the train ever since he watched train to busan jonginini: oh yeah jonginini: anyways good night sehun baekthosebyuns: sleep well sehunnie luluhanxi7: don’t wet the bed oohsehunnie: thanks /oohsehunnie has logged out/ chanyeol_pcy: okay the child is gone not minseok✨: 19+ TIME baekthosebyuns: EXCUSE ME baekthosebyuns: JONGIN IS STILL ONLINE seojuhyunsjh: we’re logging out too I think I may need to call 911 or smth so if you don’t hear from us assume the worst doritao: don’t die /seojuhyunsjh has logged out/ /kim junmyeon. has logged out/ /galaxykris🌟 has logged out/ jonginini: FCK U IM OVER 19 baekthosebyuns: you cried when we watched Star Wars jonginini: PADME FCKN DIED THAT SHTS SAD /jonginini has logged out/ baekthosebyuns: okay now we can talk 19+ doritao: nah I’m gonna go im tired luluhanxi7: if tao goes I go zhxngyixingicorn🦄: DONT LEAVE ME /doritao has logged out/ /zhxngyixingicorn🦄 has logged out/ /luluhanxi7 has logged out/ baekthosebyuns: okay who’s still here kyungsoo93: i unfortunately /not minseok✨ has logged out/ not jongdae🌈: dae is tired so he’s just gonna read from my phone chanyeol_pcy: wth it’s like 11 baekthosebyuns: that’s like normal bedtime for people yeol kyungsoo93: bet you wouldn’t know anything about that yeol chanyeol_pcy: 5am is a perfect bedtime shut up not jongdae🌈: that’s why you’re failing your classes chanyeol_pcy: I didn’t make this to be bullied /chanyeol_pcy has logged out/ baekthosebyuns: wait chanyeol is failing his classes kyungsoo93: almost kyungsoo93: I hear angry screaming kyungsoo93: something shattered kyungsoo93: okay fck he cut himself and that’s a lot of blood kyungsoo93: im taking him to the emergency room /kyungsoo93 has logged out/ not jongdae🌈: wait isn’t Baekhyun a doctor baekthosebyuns: a vagina doctor not jongdae🌈: same thing baekthosebyuns: no they are not /baekthosebyuns has logged out/ not jongdae🌈: all by myself not jongdae🌈: btch I’m here with you -actually jongdae not jongdae🌈: I must be hearing things not jongdae🌈: I’m leaving /not jongdae🌈 has logged out/

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marinebiologistjotaro · 8 years ago

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DailyJJBA: Jotaro's Deadliest Catch

Well then. This spiraled outta control rEAL QUICK- —————————

“HEY! GET BACK HERE!”

You quickly turn around to stick out your tongue to the large buff dude who’s hair reminds you of a toothbrush before taking a turn to your left, there you see a sea blue door with all kinds of sea creature stickers plastered all over it.

“I’ll get you with my Stand! [SILVER CHARIOT]!”

The man struck a pose as a slim silver coloured fencer appeared from his form, he then shifted his stance and gripped his weapon in a similar fashion to a spearmen.

“YEET!”

As you reached the door you heard the scary brick house of a man yell out, turning around revealed a long sword zooming towards you at high speeds. Knowing this you quickly spun back around and tried to open the metal door as quickly as you could before you became a shish kabab.

You slammed the door open and ran into the room before once again slamming the door shut, resting your back against said door and letting out a relived sigh just before getting startled by the sword piercing through the thick metal that landed just a few inches from your head.

But you were a real man! You didn’t pee your non-existent pants!

Though….you did have to adjust your black glasses a bit.

Once done, you were met by a mildly confused and shocked Jotaro who starred at you with a intense “what the flip” face with his mug of the day being another bad fish pun, which was also starring at you with the same expression at Jotaro.

“…. What are you doing here.” he asks.

“Came to steal your mugs! THE HORRIBLE FISH PUNS MUST END!” you reply.

Jotaro slowly sipped his coffee, his starring intensifies.

“Nu-huh, I see…. Is that all?”

“Also came for a story.”

“A story? What do I look like, a nanny?”

“Yes. A really buff emo nanny.”

“You won’t get a story if you keep that up.”

“Yeah, and you won’t have any fish pun mugs if I don’t get a story.”

You both glared disgruntle at each for a bit, Jotaro once again breaking the BIZARRE starring contest by sipping his coffee.

For a few seconds all you here is some mild sipping and gulping, finally putting the mug down Jotaro sighs. “Alright, fine. Let me tell you the story on how Star stole Christmas-wait….that was another story… The tale on how Star stole some Octopie.”

You frown. “That’s sounds boring, tell me the one where he steals Christmas.”

Jotaro looked offended. “Hey, don’t complain. You’re the one who barged into my office demanding a story.”

You let out a “hpmh” before slumping a bit, I mean shoot, who the flip wants to hear a story about someone’s large purple naked gladiator stealing a creature were any who’s watched enough hentai know where things are going, hamirite-wait…

“‘Kay so, it all started some weeks ago.”

He wiggles his fingers to signify a flashback.

~ONE FLASHBACK COMING RIGHT UP~

Jotaro was over at Sea World doing his thing, checking up on the animals, making sure everyone’s doing their flipping job, riding the dolphins. You know, the usual.

Everything was allll fine and dandy, till this weird looking man walks past him. The dude was slipp'n and slid'n all over the dang place, this ain’t no ice rink you fool! Go home, your drunk!

At least…..that’s what Jotaro WANTED to say, but upon taking a closer look his Stand Star Platinum realized that was no ordinary man.

Star then BURSTED from Jotaro’s body in glee.

“ORA!” Star exclaimed.

“What do you mean it’s a octopus?” Jotaro asked in a highly confused manner.

“Ora ora!” his Stand replied.

The marine biologist squinted his eyes, examining the sly man slipping about. “Well I mean, yeah, he is kinda weird, but…”

Star grabbed Jotaro’s head and moved it downwards so he could view the feet.

“Star, why are you showing me this man’s TENTACLES-!”

WELL WADDA YA KNOW, STAR WAS RIGHT.

“IT’S AN ENEMY STAND!” Jotaro shouted.

What? No! It’s a freaking octopus-!

“Come on Star! We gotta find it’s weakness!”

Star face-palmed.

“WAIT. Wait.”

~Oh whoops, looks like the flashback has ended~

“YOU mean to tell ME, that you THOUGHT the shady slippy dude was an enemy STAND?” you looked at Jotaro with disappointment.

Jotaro slowly turns his head around to look at you dead in the eye, having a somewhat dead-pan look to him.

“Have you SEEN some of those Stands!?”

You raise a finger to counter back, but then you thought about it for a bit.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Now let me finish my story.”

Flash back?

“Flash back.”

~BACK TO THE FLASH!~

“Ora ora.”

“No Star, I’m pretty sure I know a Enemy Stand when I see one.”

“ORA ORA.”

“But Kak’s Stand COULD pass as a melon!”

Jotaro and Star Platinum stopped arguing once they heard weird gurbles coming from the tall and slender man…thing.

The marine biologist narrowed his eyes. “I know that sound. That’s the sound of a…! Octopus.”

“ORA.”

“I know you said that already, but you can never be too sure. Now. AFTER THAT OCTOPUS!”

The octo-man heard Jotaro’s declaration, this meant WAR.

And by war, I mean the octopus ran away, slipp'n and slid'n all over the dang place, bumping into objects, into people. Jotaro actually stood and watched for a bit before giving chase.

It’s also at this point, that Ocean Man began to play loudly in the background.

“Wait, wait. Ocean Man actually played at the aquarium?”

“I- …Honestly? I can’t remember.”

You slowly narrow your eyes.

“The song haunts my dreams I tell you… But back to my story.”

Ocean Man played in the background as everything started to spiral into a crazy Scooby-Doo chase scene, doors scene included.

Buuuuuut, since Crystal(the one who wrote this craziness) has no flipping idea on how to continue this story, I'ma just spoiler it. In short, Jotaro found Octodad, Star wanted to keep him as a pet or something but Jotaro was all like “THIS MAN-I mean OCTOPUS HAS A FAMILY!”.

What started off as a story that was SUPPOSED to have Star trying to steal octopie, ended up being a strange crossover cause at the time the mod of MarineBiologistJotaro did a Octodad stream which I couldn’t join.

Oh yeah also, you got kicked out of Jotaro’s office. Ocean man took you by the hand, and kicked you out the door.

I tried. THE END OCEAN MAN INTENSIFIES

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((I had to read this without context and so do the rest of you.))

#marinebiologistjotaro #almostdailyjosukes #((I wanna do an audio recording of this.))#submission

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olympus-summit · 4 years ago

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Will the Real Slim Shady Please Stand Up || Leland || 2.2 || RE: Evren, Ryu, Tenko

Well this was just hell in a hand basket, wasn't it. Speculations were beginning to fall into place and suspects were being pointed out. Though Ryu definitely didn't leave anything to the imagination. Why had a part of Leland not been surprised at this revelation? He supposed Ryu wouldn't have stooped so low as to do something like this, but that was giving him too much credit apparently.

Now the petals really made sense though.

"Figures..." he softly sighed, running his hands through his hair as he recollected something, "The colors of those petals really fit your aesthetic, huh," he only shook his head, "Though I agree with the others. Ryu, if you have details as to who could've poisoned Nezumi then please tell us. If you're going to confess, might as well lay everything on the table. I know you enjoy the suspense and the drama of it all, but aren't you tired at this point? Don't you just want to lay things to rest?"

Leland leaned an elbow on one arm of his chair, the current evidence running through his mind before glancing at Tenko.

"No, you're right, I don't think you would've killed him. Not on purpose anyway... but I think we can safely assume that Nezumi was trying to poison someone with the powdered hemock he had on him. And even if Evren is wrong, our next best bet is to logically look to someone he knew and was familiar with, possibly someone that trusted him, but I wouldn't go that far......" he frowned, averting his gaze, "...You also haven't answered the question... don't know why you delved into a denial spiel when you could've said 'no'."

"Besides, if it's not Tenko, then I think anyone would be safe to confess to posioning Nezumi at this point, especially with the fact that it wouldn't have been their fault with the way he was trying to commit murder first. That, topped with Ryu's confession, I can't imagine that we'd even think of voting for them."

With his thoughts spoken, Leland leaned back in his seat.

#chapter 2 #trial 2 #leland #submission

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maxdbrackin · 6 years ago

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Week 2 Writing Exercises

1. My moment of realization to be a writer came over my sophomore year of college during spring break. Going to school in Washington State, I could only come home to Colorado during the New Year because of the plane fare, so I found myself all alone in the still, frosty Pullman air to do as I pleased. One afternoon, after working out, going to the sauna and and walking the streets, I decided to go to one of my ‘spots’ around campus where I occasionally escaped to be alone in nature to smoke a joint and watch the sunset. After sitting there for a few minutes, looking at the bright orange sky fade into a half crescent in a sea of gray, I pulled the j out. As I was about to light up, I saw a man smoking down below the ledge by a parking lot for RV’s. Being the only other soul in the vicinity, I decided to ask him if we would like to join me.

I walked down to a tall black man in baggy black jeans and an unzipped hoodie, white T-shirt glaring through. I asked if he had kush, and indeed he did. I invited him to sit up on the ledge with me, but he asked if I could help him move his tent. Huh? And so he repeated: “Can you help me move my tent?” So clearly this guy is homeless, but weed is weed, a fellow stoner is a fellow stoner, the sun is almost down, and I’m trying to get high! So let’s move a tent!

We moved all his belongings off of a rock that would cause the suitor of even the most well-aligned of spines to groan upon waking up in the morning. He had not too much to move, so it made it a lot easier. By the time we finished, the air was frigid and he got gloves at the gas station. We got back to his tent, and by then I would have surely lost a game of hide and seek with the long-gone sun. We FINALLY sat down, blazed up and kicked back. He also had some Henny which was a nice wake up to compliment the slow vibes of good ganja.

I couldn’t tell you how it ended up this way, but he ended up free styling for two hours. I played instrumental beats on my phone, and this man went dummy. Ridiculous bars on every track. He even did impersonations to the likes of MCs Lil Wayne, Drake and Slim Shady. This dude was a menace. He kept talking about his hood and I was cracking up. He tried to get me to spit on some, but I told him (and myself) that I couldn’t. Whenever I tried hopping on, I was booty.

As for his skills, it was the most impressive and awe-inspiring spectacle I’ve ever witnessed. After he and I parted ways, I went home and feeling comatose, slept for a slew of hours. The next day, I got three books: A Dutch slang dictionary, a book on Western European dialect, and How to Rap: The Art and Science of the Hip-Hop MC. The last book I am currently reading for the second time. Since then, I’ve learned to free style, created enough songs to drop a mix tape, and am now starting to collaborate with other musicians to hopefully make it in this game someday soon. All thanks to the homeless man with a j in his hand to inspire the plan for a Jew to go H.A.M.

2a. The author is explaining that the writer is a medium; a translator of languages outside of simply verbal. If one seeks to imagine the depths of hell, they can read Dante’s Inferno and travel through the Styx and explore each level as the suffering worsens in each one. If you want to know what it’s like living in the ghetto for real, listen to Torey Lanez’s “Pieces” featuring 50 Cent and see why his album is called Memories Don’t Die. If one doesn’t believe in themselves, hopefully another would recommend to them the book Illusions by Richard Bach to understand how much is really possible in this world.

b. “That is, I remembered that there’s a line between one thing and another...appreciation and scorn.” It’s a rough rhyme, but reading it from a rap perspective, I paused and said: “That’s a bar.” Honestly, I don’t really understand what the author was getting at, but I think it’s important to be aware of everything mentioned mentioned above. Without the goods, everything is depressing. Without admitting to anything bad, you’re lying to yourself. Both exist, as do frogs and bugs, but maybe that’s why you squash bugs and not frogs.

c. He learns that his writing kinda sucks, but it can become what his competition destroyed him with. He learned that the author has a unique opportunity with their pencil as a wand, magically bringing into existence what was not only a moment ago. People come to an author’s piece to feel or find something that they seek, maybe as a result of suffering, as most are bound to experience sooner or later. The work can be a comforting place to come because the author is no angel, no saint, he is a mortal man who suffers in the same way. The only difference is that he puts his suffering to the page.

d. If you a saint you ain’t shit Think you the greatest you can quit

The day you die he’ll become even more famous with the shit that you spit

You ignorant ignoramus thinkin’ what I’m sayin’ is a joke

I’mma frog you mosquito, and I don’t croak when I swallow whole

I’ll allot you one goal take the pen to the page

Write ‘til nothing is blank and then give me one more

Let your thoughts pour passively from a pencil pack with .7 pretend lead

Leading you as you let go to a place you can’t go

All of a sudden it’s possible

Stop to cough now it’s gone

Damn, think I took too long

My tea’s no longer hot still 40 minutes on the clock

But look what I got jotted

Wait I spelled this wrong

Can’t even read my handwriting what am I on!

Oh well lemme toss it in the garbage ballin’ shot it Kobe!

Ah missed by an inch Hit my aunt in the wrist

Now I’m in timeout Ain’t that just a bitch.

3. I hooked up with a girl here once. Not this one specifically, but being here surrounded by books and empty chairs tempts me to text her again. See how she’s doing. I didn’t treat her the best in the beginning, but we ended up becoming really good friends. I even went with her to celebrate Thanksgiving because I couldn’t go home. Got chicken pocks while there. She claims that I gave it to her cousin, but I’d like to think it was the other way around. Black Friday shopping was a lot of fun; we didn’t stay for too long, I got what I wanted and finished, and she was very decisive with her purchases as well. I got crimson Timbs and a cozy plaid shirt to go with it. Tyra got hair and skin care products for her mom and relatives.

It’s actually weird how we met. I was added into a GroupMe for incoming freshman to Washington State. One day, while bored at my internship with no additional tasks at the moment, I decided to look through the members to see if there were any cute girls. I saw this one girl named Giulianna, and she was gorgeous. We ended up texting a lot, and she said she was coming to see some family in Colorado, and that we should hang out. I met her at a mall and walked the boardwalk with her. She was even more beautiful in person. One thing that I noticed however, we started to run out of things to talk about fairly quickly. But no matter, I couldn’t stop gawking at her caramel skin and luscious curves. That was the only time we ever did anything as more than friends, because she started dating a football player soon after we got to school.

But on the second night since arriving in Washington, she invited me to go with some friends to a house party, and that’s where I met Tyra. She had a choker on, and we started flirting right away. We hung out a lot that week, and at the time I was in Theta Chi. Wow did she love frat parties. I myself am not much of a party man, but when she was with me I felt like I could let loose and dance the night away. We went to a club on campus once, and she was able to get me to take off my shirt and dance on a platform for half an hour while a huge bubble bath covered us to the chest. She was so fun to hang out with. We had falling outs on two separate occasions, but we always found our way back to a friendship, usually from me apologizing for some rude remark I made or something stupid that I did that I didn’t know was stupid. Maybe I’ll see how she’s doing.

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shortypoems · 7 years ago

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Parker

Almost a week till Parker's anniversary. I'm pissed the air reminds me of him. The fall/wintery air in the morning and the leaves crunching underneath my feet. It reminds me of walking with him to the bus stop since 7th grade till the day he died. Even the air in the evening and the cold air when the sun starts to set reminds me of when Mason, him, and I would be goofin off doing dumb stuff till dark and we all had to go home.

I miss him. I'm just pissed he did it and I'm pissed how I handled it and I'm pissed I don't know if he's in heaven or hell. I know I won't be able to fix any of those. Or know untill I die too. I know but I'm pissed he's gone.

I might go to his grave tomorrow which is a week from his anniversary. last year I did the day of and I kept running into people that either I didn't like or he didn't like or people who talked shit on him until he died and I just can't stand it anymore. I'm not the type of person to show sympathy with my greif. I'm very selfish. People will regret their actions only when there are consequences. But it seems pretty shitty to call a bitch out when she crying over him. I just don't think it's my place and I don't know what's in their heart. But I hella wanna say shit. That's why I might go tomorrow.

This girl named chelsi that rode our bus one time said "he just tried too hard. Like look out his outfit it's not only loud but it's loud fuckboy. He should try less" and she would judge him and it her people like that all the time and she went to his funeral and I just wanted to say "guess he's not trying at all anymore huh" like yo fuck you dude social constructs are a lie and no one should live to please you and he was a fucking cutie.

My favorite pictures of him are the pictures I took of him in middle School with his short hair and glasses. Those are my pictures and I'm the only one who has them. The Parker in the pictures are the Parker I knew. I even have a video with his laugh that I haven't showed anyone. See, selfish.

I dated him for 13 days. And told him I had to break up with him because he smoked weed. After that he actually had a lot of respect for me??? He would do little things for me and give me little things. I still have a broken chain he gave me that I turned into a bracelet. He still walked in front of my house in the morning on the chance I would catch him and walk with him. I remember a few times he stood up for me with my middle school bully hiddy. She sucked.

He would be swearing a lot and I would be like "had could you watch your language please" and he would be like "yeah sorry shorty." When anyone else would he would tell them to fuck off. He was kind of an asshole near the end. Pretty selfish and rude to anyone he didn't know personally. He was a pretty angry spirit. Angsty Teen™.

He was the only person I tolerated smoking weed. Up until he died and a lot of the stoners were sad and I wanted to comfort them. They only smoked with him, I lived with him. Like as he was a huge part in my life. At the time of his death he was my 3rd best friend. I don't know if I was the same for him. Now it feels like the only people I am attracted to are stoners. Like I'm always drawn to them. My boyfriend is and I'm real against it for some reason. Maybe because of this?

One time I was walking in the hall and parker yelled "SHORTY!" behind me. I turned around and he ran up to me and lifted me up like he was hugging my hips and he spun me around and I was taken so off guard I held on for dear life and his hat fell off and he set me down and we were both laughing. Mama said he still had a crush on me till the day he died. I don't know about that but I know I was special to him for whatever reason and he was special to me.

I hated how everything went down. He called me the day before you know. I was the only one who knew what was going on. He called me telling me about the rape accusations and if I could contact Devin for him so he could be his alliby. I asked him what Happened and he said that they just made out pretty hard. I remember when I hung up I thought "he deserves this for hoeing around all this time" I hate that I thought that. I hate that I thought I could judge and be happy about him facing his consequences.

I was at a friend's house when I got the called. Dustin faith and I were on the trampoline playing with blankets and hiding from he rain. Jade was inside. It was the weekend my parents were out of town and I was either at jades house or abbies. I remember talking and bragging about parker the day before to Abbie's cousin who was saying with her and I. She went to IF not compass but she heard about him and wanted to know more.

The next day I went home to chill and take care of the pets and repack for the following night. I was watching supernatural when Mason came over crying and told me what happened earlier that morning. Parker shot himself in the same room that his dad did you know. I was the third friend of his to know. Masons mom brought him and I went to Stetsons and devans to tell them.

There's sometimes an echo of the scream from when I came home after being with Mason. I got home and took maybe 4 steps in the door and just collapsed on the floor and screamed his name at the top of my lungs. Never will I cry like that it was so intense.

That night I called Kaysie and told her. I remember hearing her cry and her telling her mom. She was close with him too until she moved to Boise. She knew him longer than me.

I remember not wanting to tell anyone else though. I didnt even tell my parents until they got home from their trip. I was very selfish and when it got out I was angry. I hated hearing the same old things over and over. Whether it were posts on Facebook or someone talking to me about it. "Fly High baby boy. Rest in Paradise. He's in a better place. It was so long ago. Everything is for the better. God has a plan. It wasn't meant to be for him to live on. He was a short chapter in your life."

It was worse when talking to someone who also knew him. "At least you weren't as close and him and I. We were best friends for _ years and we did this and this together. Be glad you werent as close as me because it hurts more." Like you can't fucking make more memories now. There's no going back. I'm jealous of the time you spent with him and you're rubbing it in my face and saying I'm the lucky one like fuck you dude. They shouldn't treat it like a contest or a burden. Parker wasn't the "who got less sleep" or "who rides the bus longest" contest during recess. He was a unique human being that can never be replicated or replaced.

His favorite color was red and his favorite artist was Eminem. On the bus in middle school he told me his favorite song was slim shady. I think his favorite super hero was spiderman but I might be wrong.

I remember trying to get the guts to write down everything I remembered. Everything I knew about him and our memories so I could hold on longer. But everytime I did it became too much. I always ended up freaking out too much. Crying on the paper till it smudged and throwing I fit it wasn't ledgable and just ripping it up. This is the closest thing to writing everything down and it's been 2 years.

There was no point in this post but to talk about it. I just miss him and I loved him to much. He used to come to my house to see if I wanted to walk his dog with him. We would go to the gas station or the Mexican store by our houses and he's buy me candy or a bug juice.

In the mornings when highschool started and we had to walk further we would call each other in the morning to meet up and walk. I remember a lot of snowball fights, sliding and crushing ice, YouTube videos and songs, playing GTA at his house for the first time ever.

After he died it didn't click like I thought it did until his funeral, and a few other times. One of those times was I was sitting next to Stetson and I looked at his screen on his computer. He was on Gmail and Gmail tells you when your close friends are active. There was one that said "Parker is not active." I just started laughing. Just laughing at first and when he asked what about I pointed to it and said "it's funny cuz he'll never be active again." And I started crying but I couldn't stop laughing and people were staring at me while i had what looked like a mental break as Stetson figured out how to remove him from his friends list.

Another time was either I or my mom went through my yearbook and found his signature. All it said was "Parker Duke. =P miss you." I didn't remember reading it before that but all I kept saying was "I miss you too." There's no reason for him to have written that in 8th grade. We were still fairly close I thought. Walking together still.

He wanted so much more. He wanted to graduate compass. He wanted to grow a goatee. But he didn't even finish his first year of high school let alone trimester. I wish I could grow up with him. See how he would turn out to be a nice young man.

I hate keep going. Moving on. It doesn't bother me that he's not in my halls anymore. I don't walk to school anymore so I don't miss walking with him. He never took the classes I'm taking so missing him in class is impossible. Once I graduate and move out there will be nothing but the seasonal fall/wintery air and crunchy leaves to remind me of him. I want to always remember parker.

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