i do not cuss

various starters
  • ❛  you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep.  ❜
  • ❛  hurt me once, I’ll kill you twice.  ❜
  • ❛  never trust a survivor until you learn what they did to stay alive.  ❜
  • ❛  death is the only god that comes when you call.  ❜
  • ❛  I am teeth. I am royal. you are nothing to me.  ❜
  • ❛  the sun will rise and we will try again.  ❜
  • ❛  we’re just kids. we aren’t supposed to be heroes.  ❜
  • ❛  I like my women like I like my Absinthe: bitter and intoxicating.  ❜
  • ❛  what doesn’t kill me better run.  ❜
  • ❛  she wasn’t looking for a knight. she was looking for a sword.  ❜
  • ❛  don’t dehumanize bad people, because it’s their humanity which makes what they’ve done so terrifying.  ❜
  • ❛  she isn’t just pretty. she is otherworldly and vaguely threatening.  ❜
  • ❛  magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is.  ❜
  • ❛  I don’t want your crown. see, I’ve come to burn your kingdom down.  ❜
  • ❛  they broke my wings. they forgot I have claws.  ❜
  • ❛  all that blood was never beautiful, it was just red.  ❜
  • ❛  what do you do when there’s no hero in the story? simple. you kill the monster and crown yourself.  ❜
  • ❛  how terrible it is, to love something that death can touch.  ❜
  • ❛  you may not be interested in war, but it is interested in you.  ❜
  • ❛  I feel divinity in my bones like aching. like fire.  ❜
  • ❛  you make me feel and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. now.  ❜
  • ❛  you are losing my interest and that is very dangerous.  ❜
  • ❛  she will burn your kingdoms down, herself with it, if it means your ruin.  ❜
  • ❛  it’s okay to be scared. it means your about to do something brave.  ❜
  • ❛  she looks like divine absolution.  ❜
  • ❛  I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find and impossible to forget.  ❜
  • ❛  be careful with words. they can be forgive, but never forgotten.  ❜
  • ❛  you not wanting me was the beginning of me wanting myself.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m tired of fighting. for once, I want to be fought for.  ❜
  • ❛  never run back to what broke you.  ❜
  • ❛  I was quite, but not blind.  ❜
  • ❛  your gut knows what’s up. trust that bitch.  ❜
  • ❛  we all eat lies when our hearts are hungry.  ❜
  • ❛  do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m just a girl, standing in front of a salad, wishing it was a donut.  ❜
  • ❛  you can miss something but not want it back.  ❜
  • ❛  you can’t save people, you can only love them.  ❜
  • ❛  I came, I saw, I made it awkward.  ❜
  • ❛  we buy shite we don’t need, with money we don’t have, to impress people we don’t like.  ❜
  • ❛  you’re always one decision away from a different life.  ❜
  • ❛  my brain has too many tabs open.  ❜
  • ❛  I’m not saying I hate you, just that you’re like the Monday of people.  ❜
  • ❛  there’s no ‘we’ in fries.  ❜
  • ❛  apology accepted, trust denied.  ❜
  • ❛  death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now.  ❜
  • ❛  life happens. coffee helps.  ❜
  • ❛  I am mine before I am ever anyone else’s.  ❜
  • ❛  I rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.  ❜
  • ❛  very early in my life it was already too late.  ❜
  • ❛  is that a threat or are you flirting with me.  ❜
  • ❛  was the use of force necessary in completing your objectives?  ❜
  • ❛  I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand.  ❜
  • ❛  I do bad things, and I do them very well.  ❜
  • ❛  you drink too much, you cuss too much and you have questionable morals. you’re everything I ever wanted.  ❜
  • ❛  they will kill you, but first they will have to catch you.  ❜
  • ❛  drugs might kill you but they’ll never break your heart.  ❜
  • ❛  good girls are just bad girls that haven’t been caught.  ❜
  • ❛  a pretty face doesn’t guarantee a pretty heart.  ❜
  • ❛  no airbag, we die like men.  ❜
  • ❛  true evil is, above all, seductive.  ❜
  • ❛  it takes more courage to suffer than to die.  ❜
  • ❛  you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time. but the wolf? he only needs enough luck to catch you once.  ❜
  • ❛  justice is vengeance in prettier packaging.  ❜
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“Also, I will not tolerate cusses in this household, Nico.”

hey you know what makes me furious? all the negative portrayals of Christians in fiction media. We’re not supposed to be hateful and intolerant of every little flaw, we’re not supposed to just /say/ we’re Christians and then do things like cuss have affairs and just… s i n without caring about it. That’s how SO many people write Christians, and it’s inaccurate to how we’re supposed to act and downright infuriating.

Both White and African American men treat black women like they’re not even human beings but they both coddle white women. And then they have the cheek to ask “why do black women have an attitude?” I dunno Tanner why do you and your friends think it’s cool to call black women monkeys? I dunno Daquan why do you and your boys always cuss black women and compare them to other races? American men are something else.

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YOU ASKED SO I DID

Here’s my updated Free! room as of February 2017 featuring some new merch and poor lighting. ENJOY.

sangoaome00  asked:

Hi, I really like you work =D and Iove yours au, I don´t know if i ask here, but anyway, How you meet Inuyasha? 0-0 "Intensive Waiting" . A big hug from colombia!!!

THANK YOUUUUUU!!!~~~ And hugs to you to from CALIFORNIA~

Me meeting Inuyasha…. hmm (Well I hope that’s what you’re asking XDXD) It’ll probably be like this..

I’ll just spoil him and show him that I love him as a person and such– but also steer clear from Kagome or she might get the wrong idea ;)

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Videos like this is one of the main reasons why there is such a divide between Africans and African Americans.

Those who know me know how much I take pride on being Nigerian-American and I’m not afraid to put you in check when you’re wrong. I am here for this woman providing statistics and identiying the gaps between the Blacks and Whites but it was completely unnecessary to bring up Nigerian-American statistics or her upbringing.

At the end of the day, Africans who were born in America or immigrated to America and obtained citizenship/permanent residency are categorized as Black-American a.k.a. Black. Sorry not sorry. *Kanye shrug* To make a video like this only comes across as Africans are better than African Americans because they will become more successful and that is truly not the case. Being Nigerian-American or any African born America, does not automatically give you a ticket on becoming wealthy and successful and being Black-American does not mean you will be poor and not succeed.

Message for today: If you’re going to make a video like this, STOP being biased. You’re only making the tension between Africans and African Americans worse.

Thanks,
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Gamer Boy Ch. 1

This is part of my submission for nalu week 2017. It is rated T for cussing and slightly suggestive themes later on. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. I do not give anyone permission to repost any parts of this story anywhere. Please be respectful. Reblogs welcomed though. 

This short story will be 6 chapters long. 

Summary: The annual ‘Call of Duty’ competition is back again. Lucy is determined to reclaim the title as Fiore’s best team, but first she has to beat last year’s winners, 'The Dragons’. She won’t let anything stand in her way, especially not the annoying team captain of the opponent’s team. No distractions, no slip ups, and certainly no secret make out sessions with her rival. Modern AU. Romance/Humor

*It will not focus too much on the actual game play, more on what goes on around it.

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. (Completed)

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Chapter One: Video Games (Bonus Day 1)

“Lucy! Hey Lucy!”

Lucy flinched, dread filling her body. “Oh no,” she mumbled, a shaky hand lifting to cover her face, but she knew it wasn’t going to help. “He’s already here?”

Levy giggled beside her, pulling her suitcase out of the trunk to place on the sidewalk. “Looks like your rival is calling you.”

While her and Juvia snickered, Lucy shot them a glare. “He’s not my rival!” Her eye twitched when they continued laughing. “He’s not my anything!” Despite her words, she refused to acknowledge him, even after she heard his shoes scraping against the parking lot. 'Does he not know how to pick up his feet?!’

“Lucy!” His voice was louder now, the man standing directly behind her. She could see his shadow surrounding her.

“Not going to look,” she whispered, grabbing her own bags before pulling them out of the car. “Just ignore him and he’ll go away.”

“Not likely,” he said, startling her because she felt something brush against her arm.

She whirled around, ready to smack him if he was trying anything funny, only to sigh when she saw it was his overly-fluffy white scarf that touched her. Every time she saw him he was wearing it, even when it was mid-summer. 'Why is he still wearing it in this heat?’

Instead of asking that, Lucy muttered, “What do you want, Dragneel?” Her voice was laced with her aggravation, but he didn’t seem to notice. Why did he insist on talking to her? Wasn’t ignoring him every other year enough of a hint for him to take? She didn’t want to talk to that smug asshole.

“How was the drive?” he asked, waving at her friends before looking at her again.

Lucy’s eye twitched as she tried to figure out what he was trying to do. “Fine,” Lucy said, but her tone suggested otherwise. Being cramped in a car for seven hours with Erza, Levy, and Juvia had given Lucy a headache. She was just thankful they had the night off before the competition began tomorrow.

“Me and the guys are going to get something to eat in a bit. You wanna join us?”

Lucy narrowed her eyes at the offer. She opened her mouth to tell him 'no’, but Levy cut her off, voice louder than normal.

“We’d love to come!”

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I’m officially opening this can of worms

aka my full argument for why Terra is in fact one of the Seven Lights in Kingdom Hearts 3. BRACE YOURSELVES, TL;DR IS COMING

Mickey: Seven guardians of light? Well, for Keyblade wielders, there’s me
and Riku and Sora. And my three missing friends, that’s six. Then the
seventh would be… […] That means…the thirteen seekers of darkness…

Xehanort: Yes, little king. Perceptive. But Sora and another on your
list belong to me now. And that puts you three guardians short. But worry not. All of the pieces are destined to appear. Your seven lights just like my thirteen darknesses, whose final clash will beget the prize I seek…

CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS VERY IMPORTANT SCENE HERE FOR A SECOND PLEASE

This is what a lot of people have used to argue that Terra is, in fact, one of the Seekers of Darkness, because this line appears to infer that Xehanort has both him and Sora in his possession.

However, I think the exact opposite. I think this line utterly proves that Xehanort does not have him, which means Terra cannot be a Seeker of Darkness. Allow me to tl;dr a little lot:

Mickey just listed out six of the seven known Lights: Sora, Riku, himself, and his “three friends,” which obviously refers to Terra, Ventus, and Aqua, the only wielders that this game goes to great lengths to avoid verbally naming until the very end. Judging by Xehanort’s response here, he confirms these six as being the chosen Lights.

“Sora and another on your list.” Does this automatically refer to Terra? Think about it. Xehanort has Sora. Xehanort is about to possess him in both body and heart to claim him as a vessel. If he has Sora, whom else does he automatically have possession of? Those in his Sora’s heart who are waiting to be revived, including Roxas, Xion, and Ventus. Ventus, who was just listed as another Light. Also keep in mind:

  • Xigbar knows where Ven is. Both his scene with Zexion in KH2 and his remark to Sora earlier in DDD prove that he knows not only where Ven’s body is, but also where his heart is.
  • Xemnas knows where Ven’s body is. He spent years trying to find the room it’s in – and considering what we learn in DDD, this was most likely with the intention of using him as an easy vessel.
  • Besides having literally predicted pretty much everything in the KH storyline, Master Xehanort also knows what Vanitas looks like – or rather, whom he looks like.

In summary, Xehanort would have surely made the connection by now that Ven and Sora are very closely linked – and judging by Xigbar’s remarks, he knows that Ven’s heart is currently inside Sora’s.

What’s this mean? It means Xehanort would know that by possessing Sora, he automatically gets Ven as well. And if Xehanort has Ven’s heart, Ven obviously can’t serve as a Light because he can’t be whole again. Let’s go back to his line:

“But Sora and another on your list belong to me now. And that puts you three guardians short.”

The common argument is that the “another” refers to Terra, with the “three guardians” total meaning Sora, Terra, and the unknown seventh Light that Mickey couldn’t name. But if Xehanort actually had Terra, he should have said “Sora and two others on your list belong to me now. And that puts you four guardians short,referring to Sora, Terra, the unknown seventh, and Ven. But since he doesn’t, and if we assume that his “two” does mean Sora and Ven, this would mean that not only is Xehanort saying “nope I don’t have Terra,” but he’s also agreeing with Mickey’s initial statement that Terra is one of the Lights.

This isn’t the kind of oversight Xehanort would make, least of all in the game whose entire purpose is to emphasize just how truly, terrifyingly knowledgeable and powerful he really is.

Now, getting back to my original statement, I think this proves Terra isn’t a Darkness presently, but I also think it proves that he will not be one, ever. Remember, Xehanort had his whole plan laid out: 12 vessels carefully chosen over time with Sora as the last-minute thirteenth. That plan was ruined (-insert mad cheering for Lea here-), meaning that his search for a thirteenth vessel in KH3 is an improvisation on his part. If he intended to use Terra as a Darkness, it would not be the thirteenth. He would have already had Terra in line among the first twelve, since at first glance Terra would seem like a legitimate choice given his fate in BBS.

Also remember: DDD tells us that the thirteen Darknesses are made up of people who each possess a piece of Xehanort’s heart. Recall how difficult Terra was for Xehanort to maintain a hold on at the end of BBS – and that was with his whole heart inside of Terra. The likelihood of his being able to maintain control of Terra now, with only 1/13th of his heart, is extremely unlikely, if not an outright plothole should Terra actually turn up as a Darkness. And again, keep in mind that Xehanort is very, very intelligent and he’s not going to waste his time this far into the game. Why bother attempting to reign in a vessel who was so much work before and was able to outmaneuver him and set him back for 13 years?

He won’t. Because as he told Terra directly in BBS, "You are just one of many roads that I might choose to take. Trust me. I made certain of that.” It’s my strong belief that Terra is utterly useless to Xehanort now, much like Riku, and so Xehanort is completely ignoring him at this point – and even going as far as letting Mickey and the others have him (by not going after Terra himself), because if Terra can’t serve the War as a Darkness, he’ll serve it as a Light, which is really all the same in the end as far as Xehanort’s motives are concerned.

AND SINCE WE’RE HERE, I’ll also cover the topic of what a Guardian of Light should be, which further supports Terra as one of them:

What exactly qualifies a person as a Light? Let’s look at the similarities between the six mentioned before. Sora, Riku, Mickey, Terra, Ven, and Aqua – we all know from their respective games that they are each VERY light-oriented in their hearts. Riku struggled for a while, but he eventually overcame his darkness to balance it with his light. Terra also succumbed to darkness, but BBS mentions several times that he has a very strong light in his heart regardless. It’s this light that forces Xehanort to take such a long, roundabout way of doing things to finally possess him in the end. Terra and Riku are virtually the same case, a point stressed all the more in Blank Points. So, overall, I’d say it’s safe to assume that the Seven Lights all have to possess strong lights in their hearts. This is kind of obvious, given the name.

Second, these six have been proven to be very justice-oriented. Sora, Riku, Terra, Ven, Aqua, and Mickey are all the types who would – and do – jump headlong and selflessly into danger for others, oftentimes complete strangers. They take their roles as Keyblade wielders very seriously and understand the kind of responsibility that they carry. So, I would also say that the Lights have to possess noble intentions, a strong sense of justice, and a general adherence to the idea of what is “good” in this universe. Also keep in mind that they play the roles opposite to the Darknesses, so they stand for everything Xehanort’s side doesn’t: lawfulness, order, and the general good.

Thus, if Terra is not one of the Lights, then besides finding the unconfirmed seventh (which, by all appearances, is most likely Kairi) the good guys also need to find another wielder who fits the above description. Of all the wielders we know, past and present, no one else fits all these qualities – except Eraqus, arguably, but even he made one really big screw-up that set him apart from the standards set by the six mentioned above. Roxas sort of comes close, but imo isn’t light-centric enough. Even the Foretellers, despite being generally good people, appear to be flawed in ways that ultimately put their own interests before anything else, unlike the six listed above who constantly put themselves last and fight for others and what they believe is Right.

SO. way too much tl;dr, but to sum it up, please please PLEASE do not just go by the word of all these people (including certain high-profile individuals) who preach “Terra isn’t a Light” and/or “so-and-so is a Light” as fact without any evidence to back it up. This happens a lot, and goes back to how fanbases in general have a terrible habit of accepting fan opinions as fact and then lashing out at canon when it doesn’t happen, which is a sad and frustrating thing to watch.

I’m not saying you should believe everything I’ve said as 100% infallible, but I ask you to consider it, and actually think for yourself, before just going with the biased flow and blind claims that are so prevalent in fandom.

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Got to the last page in my school notebook today at class, so have some highlights of some old doodles. (So ignore my handwriting/notes Xp)

(I may consider digitizing a few of these still, but we’ll see).

Theres captions for context on each!

Practice Buddy (pt. 1)

Originally posted by sugutie

Characters: Jungkook x Y/N, Jimin x Y/N
Genre: Angst/Fluff
Word count: 5k

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You were Jungkook’s best friend-practice buddy for his crush in college, but when you attempt to get into a relationship with someone new, Jungkook can’t help but to feel hurt.

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Auston Matthews- Eighteen years part two

Request 1:  Part 2 on the Auston one? (18 years)

Request 2:  Part two of eighteen years

Request 3:  Can you do a part 2 to eighteen years please?

Request 4:  oh i need part 2 for that auston matthews imagine!

Request 5:  Is there any chance you’d write a part 2 of “Eighteen Years”????

Request 6:  I can’t wait to see how the story (hopefully) continues!

Request 7:  I agree with one more part at least

Request 8:  18 years part two???

Request 9:  HI, i love your blog and i was wondering if you might have a part 2 for 18 years later… :D

Request 10:  Can you do a part 2 for the 18 years Auston Matthews one please

Request 11:  part two to the auston matthews 18 years imagine?

Request 12:  Can you make a part 2 for the 18 years one? Love all your writings btws

Author’s note: Okay jeeze people I get the point! Lol. I was actually planning a part two anyways so I’m happy you all loved it so much. If you want after this part I’ll do a part 3.

Warnings: A cuss word I think? probably knowing me though

Up next: Freddie Andersen

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Undeniable Heat Chapter 4: Work Time

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1250 Words

Chapter Summary: It’s your first day of work.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

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You listened to the sound of the clock ticking away each second, waiting for the moment the alarm would go off, and you could get ready for work. It was your first day on the job, and you were strung up, nervous and excited at the same time. You had settled in to your new apartment over the weekend, more than a little disappointed when you hadn’t seen Jensen again.

The alarm beeping, you shot out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom and the shower. Your usual morning routine calmed you, and you felt yourself relaxing as you dressed in a pair of light colored work pants and a blue polo. They had told you to wear whatever, but you wanted to look professional on your first day. Twisting your hair into a quick french twist, you made your way into the kitchen. You weren’t much of a breakfast person, but you did grab a muffin and a cup of coffee along with your purse as you made your way to the door.

Thirty minutes later you were talking to the security guard Chris, waving as he let you inside. You felt your heart pounding, knowing this was important. That a first impression was important. If they didn’t like your work, or how you interacted with your coworkers and the actors, you would be gone before you could say Supernatural.

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Inheritance

// In which Antonio Alejandro Bartholomew IV is overwhelmed and angry //

part seven of the sugar daddy series (part 1)

obviously since this is from antonio’s point of view and he is in spain, this would be in spanish but don’t nobody got time for all that google translate. be blessed regardless - drea🌙

Short little vibrations buzzing from the corner of my ear brought me into consciousness for the morning. I opened my eye slowly only to see curls. Aaliyah’s hair tried to suffocate me as I held her sleepy body against mine. Trying my best not to wake her, I untangled on arm from around her waist to move her hair from off of me. I told her the bonnet she got last night wasn’t going to contain her hair.

Moving as gently as possible I rolled to turn my alarm off that was so minuscule that it never wakes my girl up. Looking back at my girlfriend, I couldn’t help but smile at the innocent portray on her sleeping face. Seeing her headscarf tangled in between the sheets. I put it back on her with a silent chuckle before getting out of bed.

We had a long night last night. I asked her to accompany me to another business event and she did an excellent job at wooing the crowd. It was much different than San Fransisco. She had so much confidence in herself and our relationship that there wasn’t a thing anyone else could say that could phase her. Aaliyah is beautiful and bright and everyone recognized it.

Once we got home, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other for hours. Although I most certainly blew her back out, after rounds upon rounds of sex she still wasn’t tired. We found ourselves up until three in the morning baking cookies and making ice-cream sandwiches as we danced around the kitchen. I smiled at the thoughts of our night as I hopped in the shower and put on a suit for today’s work.

“Good morning, Mr. Bartholomew,” my assistant spoke as soon as I walked out of my bedroom. Like every morning, Trevor waited for me to get up in order to brief me over today.

“Good morning, Trevor. Before you say anything else, order Aaliyah five dozen white roses and have her maid set them up in my bedroom and run her a bath with candles. If they dare wake her up or the water isn’t hot by the time she is up, fire them.” I spoke before turning my phone on to started reading all the messages I missed while I was sleep. The Miami, Spanish timezone was really a bitch. By the time I woke up, the business day in Spain was almost over.

“Okay sir, I’ll tell Villette now. Your breakfast is ready but immediately following, you need to talk to the Texaco Company. Last night, they refused to accept your deal,” Trevor told me the bad news as we walked down the stairs.

“Why?” I looked up from the strange message I received from Khalil saying that he eloped some girl in vegas last night.

“They think 35% is too much,” Trevor pulled out the paper work. I took it from his hand and read it over with a laugh.

“Tell Texaco that every deal is off and I will make it my personal mission to buy out the company. We’ve already taken over most small oil companies over the east coast. They’re next,” I sat down in the dinning room and started on the avocado toast Manuela had for me.

“Are you sure you want to do that. We can ask the board for advice. They’re been helpful in the past,” Trevor stammered out.

“No, they’re useless. I only keep them around for good relations. I won’t let them actually have a say over this,” I disregarded the board’s help. I’ve grown up in this business, I didn’t need old men with new money to attempt to direct me. Being successful was in my blood unlike in theirs.

“Okay. Also, there’s a rumor that last night there was an oil leak in Camden, Maine. We have shares in that branch so it’s going to cost us a lot of our investment to clean up. We’re still waiting on an announcement to be made.”

“How do you know if its unofficial? Actually never mind, it doesn’t matter. Pull the shares out of Maine before a statement comes out. We’ve been making too much money everywhere else to be affected by them. They only bring in 3% of our US income anyway. Cut the ties,” I instructed.

“Will do. You have a lunch meeting with Hayden and Co. at 12 today,” Trevor reminded me.

“Come with me. I need to show you how to seal deals. Put on a designer suit,” I got up from my food and Trevor followed after me into my office.

“Hello, sir. Do you want to see the dogs right now?” Nev the man who took care of the Ramses and Aziza questioned.

“Yes, let me see them,” I smiled. A moment later the two dogs were running through the hallway it only took a moment for them to find me and excitedly jump all over me with kisses. Kimberly quickly made her presence known with a lint roller as she removed all the shed fur from my clothes.

“It’s alright. You can get it later,” I nodded the girl away and played withe dogs a bit until they tired themselves out.

“Sir, you missed your monthly meeting with your financial advisors yesterday,” Trevor sound more scared then usual.

“I took Aaliyah shopping instead. They say the same thing every month: it’s okay to splurge here and there but I must be mindful. I’ve been doing good lately. Is that what they said?” I questioned.

“Yes, they did say that you were doing good this month. Although, you should consider getting ahead and paying off the yacht because the balance remaining has a high interest rate.”

“Let me write the a check now,” I pulled out my drawer with bank statements.

“Sir, it’s alright. There were other concerns regarding your account though,” Trevor stammered.

“Spit it out, Trevor,” I smiled. He was always so timid to deliver any bad news.

“They’re worried about Aaliyah,” He spoke quietly making me twitch at the sound of her name.

"What about her?” I was scared of the sharpness in my own tone.

“Well um…”

"Do they think I spend too much on her?” I questioned, knowing that would be impossible. I had no issue spending money on my bombón and she never asked for much.

"No sir, when comparing the spending to the other mistresses-”

“She’s my girlfriend,” I made sure to correct him. Aaliyah was better in all ways.

“Yes, well… in comparison you spend a fraction on her then you did any of the others,” I let out a sigh of relief at the news.

"Then what’s the issue?” I went back to my computer again.

“The issue is that she’s not spending your money. She’s been withdrawing it for the past month and had been putting it into another account under her name. The first time it was $5,147 and each week another couple of thousand go into her other account. I know she is your girlfriend, but this is the same behavior we’ve seen in the others.“

"You trying to tell me that you think my bombón is trying to fuck me over?” I closed the computer just gently enough to not shatter the screen.

“Sir, we’re just trying to make you aware, in case it does become an issue in the future. Do you think there’s a possibility that she’s using you for your money?”

"She isn’t,” I knew my girl and it wasn’t about the money. “Also what the fuck does $5,000 mean to me? I make that in a day without leaving my bed. I don’t care about the money.”  

“And this is exactly what your father and financial advisors warn of. $5,000 turns into 10. 10 turns to 100 and so on. You cannot be ignorant and not ask where the money is going to because you like her.”

“You know that is not the case. You’ve seen her. Our relationship is genuine and she is not taking advantage of me,” I defended the only thing I truly cared about.

“You said the same thing about Sele-”

“Don’t say her fucking name,” I got out of my seat and had to stop myself from hurting the man. The thought of the horrid woman’s name was enough to make me want to be sick.

“This is were it starts, Mr. Bartholomew. Do not let it end in the same way that it did last time,” Trevor backed down

“Speaking of ends, you’re fired a long with my accountants. Get the fuck out of my office,” I spat out of hatred. I do not tolerate lies being spewed against my judgement in relationship.

“Sir-“ I lunged and grabbed Trevor by the collar of his shirt and threw him out my office before he could get another word out. “Throwing people around just like your father,” Trevor called making me turn around and lose control. I threw punch after punch as Trevor’s face began spewing blood.

“Antonio!” I heard Manuela and then suddenly I was being pulled away from Trevor who was bleeding from the nose and mouth.

“Clean this blood up,” I seared as I shook my hand out of the fist it had been in. Manuela looked up at me in so much disappointment I had to leave. Not even bothering to wash my hands, I went back into y office and unlocked the bottom drawer. I could barely make proper lines before I started snorting the cocaine into my system, trying to ease off my anger. It wasn’t true. Aaliyah loved me and was not here for my money. But thats exactly what I thought at the start of Selena and I’s relationship.

I did four more lines to shake the devil out of my head.

High off the coke. I used the powers it gave me to create the game plan of how I was going to take out Texaco. The plan was coming into play when my phone started ringing. I scoffed to see my father calling. He only ever called to yell and I wasn’t having it today. I let it ring as I continued to type out a message to my employees. The phone stopped ringing for a moment before it lit up again and again. By the fourth call I cussed before answering the god forsaken phone.

“What do you want, father,” I couldn’t hide the anger in my tone.

“Your father needs you to be at the Comestador Hospital immediately. He has just been admitted and he is in near fatal conditions,” A woman’s voice rang out instead of my father’s.

“What’s happening?” I panicked as I put the drugs away as quickly as I could.

“Sir, we are not under jurisdiction to reveal the condition over the phone. You are the only contact he has,” The woman was of no help.

“I’m in Miami. I need you to tell me what the fuck is going on with him,” I did not bother to hide my frustration.

“Sir, please do not curse. It is policy that-”

“I don’t give a fuck about what your policy is. Is he going to live long enough for me to fly to Spain from the states,” I begged for her to give me an answer.

“Sir, were doing the best that we can to stabilize him now,” She had no tone in her voice like she had no compassion for the situation at hand.

“Well do fucking better. I’ll try to get there as soon as possible,” I hung up the phone. Frantically, I ran up the stairs to my bedroom after calling for my pilot to arrange the plane to leave in an hour. Once in the bedroom, Aaliyah was not still tangled in the bed as I pulled a duffle bag from under it and began throwing clothes into it.

“Antonio, is that you?” Aaliyah called out as I heard water splash out unto the marble floor, indicating she was getting out the tub. I said nothing as I grabbed my phone and computer chargers and threw them into a louis backpack.

“Thank you for running a bath for me and for the flowers. I was thinking about what you said the other day. I think we should go on vacation to celebrate graduation. MY friends and your friends could all be invited. I did tell Micah I would introduce her to Za. How does going to Jamaica sound to you? Its tropical with culture and it doesn’t get as hot as other places,” She started talking, ignorant to the stress I had on my shoulders.

I jumped when I felt petite arms wrapping around me as I pulled as few ties down. I felt a kissed on the spine on my back making the betrayal I felt radiate through my body. I didn’t say anything as I grabbed underwear and socks to put in my bag. “Whatever you want,” I replied so that she would shut the fuck up.

“Really?” She hummed like I would ever tell her otherwise. He arms left me and I heard the her opening the drawers behind me.

“You’re spending my money any fucking way. At least get what the fuck you want,” I mumbled under my breath as I went into my closet.

“What was that?” She questioned as he voice became clearer. “What are you doing?” I turned around to see her pulling on one of my t shirts as she stood in the entrance of the closet. On any other day, I would’ve taken it right off again and ravished her body. But today, just the sight of her angered me, knowing that she has been trying to play me like a fool.

“My father’s in the hospital. I’m heading to Spain in an hour,” I notified her although she had no right to ask me any fucking questions.

“Is he going to be okay?” the concern in her voice sounded so genuine but I knew better. I’ve been through this too many times to not already know.

“Yes. He should be,” I made up when I really had no clue.

“Do you have blood on your hands? Antonio what’s going on?” Aaliyah turned me around and looked up was me with her big brown eyes before examining the blood shed that was partially her fault.

“It doesn’t matter. Let me pack,” I yanked my hands away from her grip. I could see in her eyes the hurt she felt by me pulling away from her but she didn’t say anything.

“Do you need help?” She sat on the ground and began folding the clothes I already had in the bag.

“No, just stop. Don’t fucking touch anything,” I kicked the bag away from her reach. I felt her eyes on me but I didn’t acknowledge it.

“I understand that your father is sick and that you are stressed but you’re not about to cuss at me,” She stood up in my peripheral vision with her arms crossed in stubbornness.

“You think I’m cussing at you because of my father who I hate is dying? I’m not taking anything out on you that you don’t deserve,” I scoffed.

“For what, Antonio? Please let me know,” She grabbed at me again, her nails digging into the skin of my forearm.

“Just shut up and buy the fucking tickets to Jamaica. Actually, buy Jamaica on my card while you’re fucking at it,” I looked down at her hands that were decorated in the acrylic nails I payed for.

“What the fuck are you trying to insinuate, Antonio?” Her voice became just as hard as mine as she pulled away from me. I couldn’t help but smile at the audacity she had to be angry at me.

“I’m not insinuating anything. I’m letting you know that you’re free to do whatever you want with my money. There’s no need to lie about your intentions,” I spat before pulling out my wallet. I threw all the hundred dollar bills I had at her and watched them as they fell to the ground. “There. put that into your other account.”

“Do you really want to do this Antonio. Really?” She looked me up and down. Her face was of blank hostility like she wasn’t fazed by me. She needed to be fazed by me, I thrived off the attention.

“No, I don’t. I don’t have the fucking time for it,” I threw the duffle bag over my shoulder and went to collect my necessities from the bathroom.

“Well, you’re not about to start shit and accuse me of whatever deluded idea you have inside your head then say you don’t have the time,” she followed me, not giving up on this.

“I’m not delusional for recognizing a fucking gold digger when I see her,” I looked at her reflection through the mirror. I almost missed the tears forming in her eyes. Almost.

“Antonio I’m going to act like you lost your goddamn mind and that I didn’t just hear what you said to me. Try again because this is your last chance,” She let a single tear roll down her face. She looked weak. She was weak. She didn’t say a word as I poured out enough coke for four lines and snorted them back to back before turning to face her again.

“Shut the fuck up with all that. I’ll give you $100,000 just for you to stop running your mouth. I’ll even transfer the money into your secret account so you don’t have to do it yourself. I need to head to Spain if you don’t mind,” I started towards the door but was abruptly yanked back by the duffle bag on my shoulder. Her strong hands tore the bag away from me and let it fall to the ground with a plunk.

“Fine. I don’t need a bag. I have clothes there,” I left the ground on the floor and continued on my way.

“I don’t care if your dad is in the hospital. If you leave that motherfucking door without us talking and were done. I swear to God Antonio,” She spoke without a crack in her voice.

“Please, Aaliyah,” I stated speaking over her weak pleas for peace in our relationship. We were past that innocence. “We’ve heard it before. Even if you leave which you won’t, you’ll come right the fuck back because you need me,” I cooed with a cocky smile plastered on my face.

“I don’t need you nigga,” She spat making me laugh.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” I turned out the door and started down the stairs.

“Antonio, you leave right now and I will leave you. I will pack up my shit and I will be gone,” She called after me from the top of the stairs.

“Is that supposed to mean anything to me? You think I actually care about what you do? Maybe you’re just as stupid as I am, Aaliyah. All that college education your parents are paying for isn’t doing you much good now is it?” I yelled back.

“Why are you doing this?” the anger was apparent as she was visibly shaking as tears rolled down her face. The sight made me feel so very accomplished.

“Don’t pretend to care about me know,” I yelled back up at her.

“You know I fucking love you but you know what Antonio? You’re too fucking much, Too damaged, too hurt. You want to push me away over some motherfucking bullshit and act like its okay? See nigga I’m the one who doesn’t have time for it,” She screamed down at me, the duffle bag I didn’t even realize was still in her hand was suddenly propelled at me.

“Then leave just like you said,” I said the words after the bag bounced off my chest and hit the ground for the second time. My angered burned so deep inside me, I didn’t even comprehend the damage I just caused.

A smile found itself on Aaliyah’s face. I finally got the reaction that I wanted, the reaction I deserved. I wanted Aaliyah as angry with me as I was with the world. “You have nothing without me. The money, the cars, these bitches: they don’t mean shit. You’re not about to lash out on me, the only person who genuinely cares about you. You’re going to want me back and I promise you I wont be around,” She cackled before I slammed the front door behind me.

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By the time I landed in Spain I had gone crazy. The anxiety I felt from being home again almost made my heart cave in. There were reasons that I left and things I didn’t want to face. At the top of my list was my father.

When I arrived at the hospital, I’m not sure what news I wanted to hear. All these years I’ve wished for my father’s death and the day has potentially came. I found my father in the intensive care unit of the hospital. Room 763. I walked into the room and was immediately ushered out by a nurse.

“You need to wash your hands and put these on before you go inside,” The nurse handed over a scrub dress along with bright blue gloves.

“What’s wrong with him?” I questioned, fearful of the answer. “Is he going to die?”

“We all die someday, sir. You can wait out here until the Doctor Ramos completes your father’s check up,” The woman directed me to the seat beside the door before she went back in. I felt numb as I really imagined my life without my father and why he has hidden his condition from me.  We were never on the best terms but I had the right to know.

“Antonio Bartholomew… IV?” I blinked up from the tears I was holding back to see a doctor looking down at me.

“Doctor Ramos,” The woman shook my hand after her introduction.

“What’s wrong with my father?” I croaked out. She took the seat beside me and took my hand into hers for the sake of comfort.

“He just suffered from cardiac arrest. The heart attack wouldn’t have been so bad but he also has stage four terminal lung cancer. The heart attacked caused his vitals to fail. Right now he is in a medical induce coma until we can get his heart pumping on its own,” The woman looked at me with caring eyes.

“He has cancer?” I asked.

“We’re you not aware? He was diagnosed eight years ago and it has progressed within his body. If he makes it from this heart attack, he only has a few months pronounced on his life,” The woman gave my hand a squeeze.

“Is there anything we can do? I have the money I can afford it all,” I tried to collect me thought and a game plan to fight this.

“The only thing that can help now is time. As of now, his vitals are going back to normal and if it it all goes well, we can take him out of the coma tomorrow. We did x rays and the heart attack did not affect his brain. He should be fully functioning when he wakes up. I don’t want to give you false hope, even if he does make it, he will not fully recover. He’s been smoking his whole life and his lungs are giving out on him. This is one huddle but there will be many more to come if we keep him alive,” The doctor explained.

“Is there anyway that wont be the case,” I spoke without thinking. People didn’t know of how bad our relationship is. I would be better without him.

“Excuse me?” The doctor questioned me.

“It’s just hard,” I spoke, not able to gather all my emotions.

“Would you like to see him?” The doctor stood up.

“No,” I spat without thinking. “I’m sorry yes. This the only time I’ll get a chance to look at him in peace before he dies. He’s not a good man but he is my father,” I nodded and stood to enter the room.

“Go see your father,” Ramos opened the door for me. I was stood frozen before I heard the door come to a close. With a gulp I walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at the man who has singlehandedly inflicted the worst pains upon my life. He was the reason everything was shit. He is my father yet, I hated him. A part of me wishes that he was dead. That he had died instead of my mother.

He looked frail. He had spent his whole life being evil to others for the sake of it and it has finally taken its toll of him. He looked pale, and underweight beneath all the wrinkles that covered his body. He looked like something I would never wish to be.

I jumped when a loud beep sounded from on of his machines. With a sigh I took a seat beside the bed and took his cold hand in mine. The act was more intimate than any of the moments we’ve shared while he’s been conscious. I squeezed his hand as the tears poured down.

“Antonio?” The angelic voice that drained the blood of my face sounded. I looked up from the from the floor and almost crumbled to pieces.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I felt my body heat up instantly a the sight of Selena. She was my living breathing version of hell.

“I was checking in on you and your dad,” She walked over to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I could not stop myself from pushing her arm from me and into the wall behind her.

“You still like it rough, baby?” A wicked smile took over her face as she thrived off of my anger.

“Cut the shit and get the fuck out of here,” I stood over her as an act of intimidation. I looked down at her and has not changed at wall since I saw her years ago on the day that ended it all. Her face was round and healthy. Her eyes- the same eyes I thought I knew so well when I was young. And she looked good, as good as any siren on this earth.

“I have as much reason to be here as you do, Antonio,” Her words were like venom.

“I really do not have the time for this,” I sighed. I’ve been through a lot of bullshit on this day but, seeing my ex for the first time in five years really topped the cake.

“I’m not asking for your time. I’m here to see your father,” She scoffed. As much as my heart hardened because of her, the words did hurt. After all the times I’ve called for her, trying to gain the closure I needed to move on, she never came. But here on my father’s deathbed she appears out of thin air.

“He’s sleep,” I spoke the obvious.

“Loosen up a little, corazón. Aren’t you happy so see me?” She smiled up at me.

“I’m looking the devil in her eyes and you’re asking me if I’m happy?” I scoffed.

“I’m the devil now? I have to hand it to you IV. Even though I never loved you, I did always love the way you hate me. I take pride in it,” Selena hummed.

“Take pride in leaving. If I see you again and you still don’t send me what I need, I swear to God I will kill you,” I promised her. It wasn’t my style to threaten death but this all has gone too far.

“You’re just as angry as your father. Maybe now I can feel the same way about you that I do him. You were so young and naive when we got together. Now… now you’re a man,” I watched as her hand moved from my chest down to the buckle of my pants.

“I told you to shut up,” I couldn’t stop myself from throwing her against the wall again like a rag doll and wrapping my hand around her throat. She looked at me like I wouldn’t dare hurt her. I proved her wrong as I ringed her neck until fear became apparent in her eyes and her nails began scraping at my hand for me to free her.

“P-please, Antonio. Please, the baby,” She choked out as tears left her eyes. And at the words I let go of her and looked at her in horror. With her left hand she soothed her neck that I made red and her right went to soothe the small bump protruding from her stomach.

“No,” the words came out as a whisper. The woman I once loved couldn’t possibly be carrying my father’s-

“The baby is his,” Selena broke me from my thoughts, confirming my worst fears.

“Anything that is a spawn of you let alone, you and my father should be aborted. Do the world a favor,” I looked at the bump of the unborn child in disgust.

“I’m doing myself the favor. You’re not the only Bartholomew that will be left when he’s dead,” She nodded over at my father like he was timer that world provide the finances to fund the rest of her life.

“That child is a bastard,” I announced.

“Grow up. Just because you and I didn’t work out doesn’t mean that this child should have as shitty of a life as you did. Remember when I made you happy. I know you remember those days,” Her voice weakened as to get under my skin.

“We didn’t work out? We weren’t destined to work out. Your reason for ever existing in my life was so that we never worked out. You’re nothing but a prostitute. You let my father pimp you out to fuck me and fuck me over. And now your attempting to take the only decent thing my father can provide for me by having his child. You’re sick, Selena. You’re more fucked up than my father,” I snarled her way.

Selena never loved me, she loved money. And my father loved to cause my pain and heartbreak. It was he who introduced me to Selena with the intentions of having me fall in love and train her to steal my money from right under me. We were together for four year until it all came in an end for the sake of a ‘lesson that must be learned’. I was all he had and even then he couldn’t stop from himself from destroying mr. I prayed to whatever God was out there that I did not end up like him. To cause so much pain to your child is inhumane.

“Your father only wanted you to learn before you got a hold of real money. You should be thanking me, I’m sure you wont let it happen again, Antonio. At this point, you can’t keep a single good thing in you life. Ive heard the rumor about all those women. If anything, at least I acted like I loved you. All the women after me have to do is bend over and you’ll finance their whole lives.”

“You don’t know anything,” I looked at her with cold eyes.

“Money fades, sweetie. And if another girl comes along and takes all that from you, you’ll be left with nothing,” Selena began to laugh.

“And what will you have when its all said and done,” I questioned her.

“Everything fades so the least I can do is have the money while everything else is dying. You’re  about to be an uncle, be happy,” She lifted her shirt a little to show off the bump.

“I’m calling security,” I gave her another chance to leave.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” She pouted, not moving from the wall I previously had her pinned against.

“Selena. I’m not playing with you.”

“Play with me. I’m sure Antonio V won’t mind. That’s a good name isn’t it?” At her words I swung with the first I already had bruised up from beating Trevor.

“Fuck,” I cursed as bits of the wall fell away beside Selena’s head once I pulled my hand away in pain.

“Sir, do you need to be escorted out?” A nurse entered the room with concern, assessing the scene incorrectly.

“No, fuck. I need her to leave. Do not allow her to see my father, ever,” I looked the Selena angrily.

“Ma’am,” the nurse called.

“I’m leaving. See you, Antonio,” Selena’s hand brushed against mine as she exited the room.

I began to cry.

I cried all night. And I cried for reasons that weren’t even apparent to me.

“Antonio, We’re about to bring him out of the coma,” Ramos came into the room as the morning sun shined into the windows. I didn’t know how many hours turned over.

“Maybe you should go get some coffee,” One of the nurses suggested as she checked his iv drip. I agreed with a nod and left the room. I pulled out my phone and looked through all of the notifications. Not a single one was from Aaliyah. I shut my phone off as I made myself a cup of coffee myself for the first time in I didn’t know.

By the time I pulled myself together enough, when I entered the hospital room again my father was awake. He looked at me with tired eyes and the frown I’ve grown accustom to my whole life.

“It took you long enough to come,” He barked at me. Even in his weakest he still had the strength to be mean.

“Hello, father. How do you feel?” I took the same seat I had been in all night.

“Like shit. But its good to now you’ve actually shown up. You must really care about your inheritance to some all the way back home for me,” His voice was rough and groggy.

“I came to make sure you’re okay. It’s not about the money,” I spoke my truth.

“Yeah, that’s what they all say,” My father huffed out before coughing harshly.

“How are you father?” I took his hand without fear. His hand tensed up in mine but he did not remove it.

“I’m ready to die,” My father admitted.

“Don’t joke about that,” I pulled my hand away.

“I’m not joking. I’m ready to die but I have to make a few changes to the will but essentially all the money, land, everything is yours. You’re about to be a wealthy man,” My father rasped out like the money was the only thing that matter.

“Don’t act like it doesn’t come with the price of your life,” I scoffed at the fact that he was down playing this.

“You’ve wished death upon me for so long. Now that its coming, you want to act sentimental. Save me the dramatics. The money belongs in the family name and our name alone. You may be a disappointment but you are my son and I am trusting you with everything our fathers and their fathers have worked for.”

“I’m ready for it,” I spoke humbly.

“Not with the way you’re falling for these women,” My father scoffed. “I heard you’re letting a nigger take your money. Are we going to share her too.”

“Do not call her that. Do not speak on her at all,” My blood boiled instantly. Aaliyah is nothing like the situation with Selena and will never be. The fact that my father dissolved my girlfriend to a racial slur made this even worst than it already.

“Why do you love her? You falling in love with these women who only want you for your money is bad enough. But a black? You’re going to let black into our bloodline,” My old spanish father spoke the prejudice I tore myself away from.

“That’s none of your concern and that wont be any of your concern when you’re dead,” my words were harsh.

“See there it is. That anger that you have inside of you. You try to hold it back but you’re a Bartholomew. You can’t fight it, my son.”

“I’m not like you,” I looked at my father in disgust.

“My own son hates me just as much as I hated my own father,” He laughed.

“You were never a father to me,” I shook my head.

“You don’t hate me because of what I’ve done to you. You hate me because you’re thirty years and a few drinks away from being me,” he smiled.

“That’s not true.”

“Are you sure my son?” He eyed my hands that were just starting to scab over.

“What do you want at your funeral,” I changed the topic.

“Who’s going to show up? Only distant motherfuckers in the family trying to get some money. I don’t want a ceremony. Cremate me. Turn me into a tree. I don’t give a shit,” My dad croaked out between dry coughs.

“Your mistresses will show up and fight over who you loved the most,” I joked.

“I didn’t love any of them. It will be a sight to see,” My dad smiled cockily.

“Mom will be glad to hear that when you meet her again,” I smiled back.

“You believe in heaven? I know your mother brought you up Catholic but I was never about it. I’ve done a lot of wrong in my life time, too much to believe that I can spend eternity in peace,” My father voice weakened as though he feared the afterlife.

“I believe that It doesn’t matter what we do. That there is a God who knows our hearts,” I tried to comfort my father.

“Antonio, my son.”

“Yes, father?”

“I’m in pain,”

“I know.”

“Let me hit the blunt and you better not have brought any cheap shit,” My father requested.

“Here,” With a small smile I pulled out the blunt I stashed on the plane and lit it for my father. He was already dying, an additional blunt wasn’t going to hurt.

“Let me go to sleep before the pain comes back. I need to handle my business when I wake up. Call my lawyer, accountant, and witness. I need to speak with them,” My father already began to over work himself.

“Don’t you want to rest a little bit first,” I questioned him.

“Do as you are  told. The sooner we get this shit done, the sooner I can meet your fuck up of a grandfather in hell. Go home. You look like shit. Do not come back here until I call for you,” my father instructed. My father passed me the blunt and closed his eyes. I watched as his heart monitor went from erratic pumps to a slow rhythm of beating. Once he was asleep, I ashed the rest of the blunt and put my coat over my arm and walked out the door without looking back.

On my way out, I was able to catch Doctor Ramos who was making the arrangements to have him released from the hospital at the end of the week. His condition was worst than he made it seem but he would survive for a little while longer. More than likely, he still had a few months to live the remainder of his life. How much freedom his health would grant him was up to his recover. Thanking Ramos for her words of support, I called for my driver to come around to the front.

“Antonio how is your father?”

“There are reports that Selena Gomez visited, do you have anything to say about it?”

“Are you happy to be back in Spain?”

“Is your father dying?”

I forgot about who and where I was when I exited the hospital. I forgot that my family was perceived to be the Spanish version of the Kardashians. Photographers who haven’t gotten a glimpse of me since I went to Miami paraded around me as I tried to get to the car.

“Give my family the privacy we deserve during this time, please,” I requested as I climbed into the escalade. Trying save face, I didn’t show the anger I felt over the fact that this would be all over the trashy spanish tabloids by the next morning. I imagined the headline would go something along the lines of ‘Bartholomew family crisis: Billionaire suffering from cardiac brings his womanizer heir back to the country.’ I scoffed at the fact people were actually interested in us for the sole reason that we were wealthy.

“Sir, where are we going?” My driver asked as I watched the paparazzi disperse into their various vehicles to sure follow us.

“Home,” I spoke, making my stomach twist in knots at the unpleasant memories plagued upon me. The driver nodded before pulling off. Within ten minutes were were at the gold crested gate of the family home. I was greeted at the gate by security who immediately granted us entry as we pulled up the two mile long drive way. On top the hill the spanish palace stood. The house had been in out family name for four generations running and it was the best thing to be passed down in the bloodline.

The house was big and full of anything but happiness. The only thing I remembered clearly was being knocked around by my father on the nights that he did bother to come home. That was my childhood.My mother never did much to stop it. She was getting slapped around just as much as I was. It became so bad to the point that I needed stitches and that was enough for him to agree to send me away for school.
When the day came that my father notified me of her death in a car accident I was envious. She had the blessing of getting away and not having to endure the pain that my father inflicted upon all. When I graduated from school and came back home things became better. My father gave me higher and higher positions in the company trying to get me to learn the business. I had to be prepared when my time came and it seems as though I wouldn’t be much longer until it was all mine.

I took to the steps and the grand front doors were opened for me. The household staff greeted me left and right as I made my way to the wing of the mansion I occupied growing up. I couldn’t be bothered to speak properly as I dragged my exhausted body into my perfectly cleaned bedroom.

It wasn’t until I was in the shower that all that was occurring hit me. I was one person away from having no family, from having nobody. The one good thing that I did have, I felt the need to destroy when I left her heartlessly. My stress did not seize to drain my energy until I forced myself to get out the shower and dry off just well enough that I wasn’t wetting my sheets as I climbed into my bed.

I feel asleep to the afternoon chirping of the birds.

When I woke up again I was more than confused about my surroundings as I jolted awake. No sunlight reached through the curtains as I got up. I looked at my almost dead phone to see that I slept through the whole afternoon when I only meant to take a slight nap.

I couldn’t stop myself as I dialed the only person I knew who to call. The only one who could center me again. Just as I was about to press the call button on Aaliyah’s contact, another call came through my phone.

“Antonio! I heard your back on this side of the world,” My best friend Ryan spoke giddily like we were still teenage boys.

“You heard correct. It’s heard not to know when each of us are here with the way the paparazzi’s follow us around,” I replied. Ryan stayed in the tabloids even  more than I did.

“Our band was pretty dope back in the day,” Ryan brought up the old days again.

“That was over ten years ago,” I laughed.

“Well, I’m thinking we should party tonight like we used to,” Ryan suggested.

“I don’t know…” I was in much of a mood to have a reckless party.

“What don’t you know? Your back home for however long you’re going to be here and you’ve had a long day. Let’s have a good time. You know these spanish bitches still want you as much as they used to.”

“I don’t think I’m interested in all that now,” Thinking of what Aaliyah would say.

“Oh shit don’t you got a girl?” Ryan caught on to my apprehensiveness.

“More or less,” I didn’t know whether or not Aaliyah and I were truly done. With the way she spoke to me last I’m almost sure I’ve lost her. I was okay with it. With all that was going on, I didn’t need to be worried about my relationship in the first place.

“Well shit doesn’t have to be complicated. I’ll have the bitches at your old mans house in an hour. Fuck any of them that you want to. I even saw Valentina the other day, I’ll make sure she pulls up. You down?”

“I’m down,” I agreed and got up to get dressed for the night to come that would resemble many in the past.

Part 8

Punches - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 19)

Requested by anon: What do you think about a pt diaries part where the Pen are playing the Stars and Tyler Seguin keeps flirting with you and/or chirping the boys about you?

A/N: I love Tyler Seguin, I know it’s hard to believe but I really do. ONLY ONE PART LEFT GUYS.

Word count: 1480

Warnings: Mentions of sex. Cussing. Fighting. Blood. More blood.

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Originally posted by michiganbabe22


The light in the American Airlines Center is annoying. The music is annoying. The color of the Dallas Stars jerseys is annoying. My migraine is annoying and it has been since the day I screwed up. I can still feel his lips against mine, moving on a frenetic rhythm that swept both of us off our feet; but with his soft lips I could also feel the guilt, the trouble, how inappropriate and unprofessional it had been.

“You good?” Matt asks while I tape his wrists, looking me with THE look.

THE look that everyone has been giving me lately, the worried look of someone who knows that you are not going through a good time but they also know that there is nothing he can do to help you. I have been really quiet lately, always drowning in my own thoughts and guilt, to actually pretend to be okay.

“Yeah, just tired.” I lie, like I have been doing all this time; ‘headache’, ‘tiredness’, ‘jet lag’, ‘hunger’, ‘something in my eye’… the list of excuses is never ending. Matt doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t say anything else.


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Gamer Boy Ch. 2

This is part of my submission for nalu week 2017. It is rated T for cussing and slightly suggestive themes later on. I do not own Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does. 

Summary: The annual ‘Call of Duty’ competition is back again. Lucy is determined to reclaim the title as Fiore’s best team, but first she has to beat last year’s winners, ‘The Dragons’. She won’t let anything stand in her way, especially not the annoying team captain of the opponent’s team. No distractions, no slip ups, and certainly no secret make out sessions with her rival. Modern AU. Romance/Humor

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. (Completed)

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Chapter Two: Gothic (Bonus Day 2)

Natsu laughed at his reflection, a toothy grin painted on his face that didn’t match his appearance. He made a trip to the mall to get ready for tonight, deciding he wanted to go all out. The ends of his bright pink hair were temporarily dyed black. The box said it would last until he washed it, so he hoped it came out when he showered tonight.

He used black nail polish to paint his nails, as well as used black eyeliner to give himself a gothic look. Though, he was starting to worry he went a little overboard. He didn’t want to look emo after all.

He wore a simple black shirt that went well with his black jeans. Luckily, he didn’t have to buy either of those since he packed them for the weekend, but he wasn’t planning on wearing them both at the same time. He did end up buying a pair of black boots, but he knew he could use those for more than just tonight since they matched some of his other outfits.

Natsu removed his scarf, playing it on the desk beside the full length mirror. It wouldn’t match with what he wore tonight, even though he hated going without it. Truthfully, he didn’t normally wear it so often, but after Lucy made a snide remark about him never taking it off last year, he decided to mess with her and make sure he always wore it around her. It was just one of the many things he did to have fun with her.

Striking a pose, Natsu said, “I could totally be a ninja!”

Gray walked by, snorting as he shook his head. “Ninja’s are supposed to be quiet. You’d never make the cut.”

“Oi!” Natsu yelled, shaking a fist at his best friend. “I’d rather be noisy than naked!”

Gray glanced down, sighing when he saw he was in nothing but his boxers, little white snowflakes adorning the blue material. “Damn it,” he mumbled, retracing his steps. “Where’d I take them off?”

Natsu turned away from Gray so he could look at his reflection again. His tongue came out, licking over the piercing on the left side of his bottom lip. It was very fresh and stung a little when he nudged it with his tongue too hard, but overall, he was getting used to the new addition to his face.

What he wasn’t getting used to was the eyebrow piercing on his left side. Gajeel told him those wouldn’t hurt, and admittedly it didn’t, but it was annoying as hell. Every time he went to raise his brow or move it in general, he felt it. Luckily for him, his two piercings were coming out after the party.

He thought it looked awesome, but his friends had other ideas. 

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Me:*being a big boy in around friends*

Me:*gets a text from daddy*

Daddy:How’s my sweet prince?

Me:*internal squealing, red face, must not go into little mode*

Friend:Yo Charlie you alright?

Me:*quickly puts phone away* Fuck you!

Friend that knows I’m little:*whispers in my ear* Do I need to tell your daddy you cussed?

Me:*internal squealing intensifies*

I Love Her - Zach

Request: Can you do an imagine where you’re Justin’s little sister and he always stresses how he doesn’t want you with Zach and Justin ends up catching you two in bed or something? Like he just freaks out, thanks!

This is so short. I’m sorry. I changed it a bit because I don’t do smut and didn’t want to write them in bed.

Warnings: cussing 


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You laid your head on Zach’s chest with your legs spread across his lap and your hand interlocked with his, gently tracing patterns on the back of his hand. Some movie was on in the background but neither of you were actually watching it.

“This is nice, I wish we could do this more.” Zach muttered.

You moved your head to look up at him, “I do too babe, but Justin is so protective. You know he’ll be pissed at us both if he finds out. But he should be out with Jeff and Alex all day, let’s just appreciate the time we have.” You responded leaning your head up to kiss him gently.

He sighed, “But the guys are always flirting with you and I can’t stand it. I wish we could just tell everyone. I want to show you off, I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

You chuckled, “If you keep leaving hickies people will find out I’m yours.”

“That’s the plan, and it’s not like you mind.” He told you grinning cockily before kissing down your jaw stopping at the sweet spot behind your ear to prove a point.

“Babe Justin will kill me if he sees another hickey.” You complained gently trying to push him away even though you definitely didn’t want to. He pulled away laughing and kissed your cheek instead.

“You love me.” He said pulling you in for a kiss. As soon as you heard the door open you quick pulled away, nearly falling off the couch trying to get away.

“Hey bro, what’s going on?” You said casually hoping he didn’t see you two, even though you were almost positive he did see you.

“What the fuck Zach? I told you to stay away from her, she’s my sister. Isn’t it a bro code or something? Get the hell away from her.” He was practically yelling, staring straight at Zach with clenched fists making you stumble off the couch.

“Justin stop. He didn’t do anything wrong.” You told him gently, positioning yourself between him and Zach.

“Didn’t do anything wrong? I told him and all the guys to stay away from you and I know I specifically told you to stay the fuck away from my friends,” His gaze softened, “I’ve seen what he does to girls, there’s a reason I don’t want him near you.” His eyes were filled with an anger you had never seen before.

“Justin I’m not just using her. I love her.” Zach said softly and interlaced your hands reassuringly.

Please note when I deal with discourse I’m more like gordon ramsay

If you’re just a kid I’mma try and educate you because hey, I’ve been where you’re at okay? Believe me I can relate and will do my best to answer any questions or explain things as best and simple as I can because you’re still growing and developing and you can change and should be given a chance to do so.

Ya’ll nasty ass adults however I’mma cuss you the fuck out because you should fucking know better than to be promoting this shit and making it public to minors in the fandom. It’s a fucking kid’s show and ya’ll nasty asses should fucking know better than to pull this shit and I hope you all fucking choke.

Anyways this has been a psa, please have a good day/night and I hope that even if you can’t, you find some time in your day/night for a small period of time for quiet and comfort and just an overall span of time to just relax because you all deserve it! (Not you nasty ass adults, I hope your taxes stress you out to the point of permanent baldness)