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mrs-hollandstan · 5 years

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Yo!! I was so hyped about your story on the reader's brother and pleeeeeease tell me that you're writing a third part like mob!tom and the reader'son's birthday is approaching and his uncle (with his family) will be present at the party and he buys your son a ton of presents but during the party asks Tom to follow him to the balcony and while they're smoking a cigar the reader's brother tells Tom that now he is the person he respects the most like he is a wonderful husband and father!!

Ugh my hearttttttt. I love soft mob and boxer Tom. Y'all know this by now.

The party was set in motion and little Matteo was ready to celebrate his first birthday. Family from all over the EU were coming in, thanks to your brother mostly and Tom kept his distance. Of course, however far you'd let him which wasn't very.

He was a little intimidated by all the Russians and Italians and French if he was being completely honest. He was one of the only British mobsters and the amount of other mob bosses in the room scared him a little. But he didn't let it show.

It went pretty well, the party in full swing after not too long and Tom enjoyed watching you carry Matteo around to show him off to your family. Tom was in love not only with the proud glint in your eye as you watched family members talk to Matteo, but with the little one's shy smile that showed off his two bottom teeth. Tom picked his outfit, a little navy blue footed onesie that you both loved to see him in. He was the brightest and cutest little boy and Tom couldn't believe how much love he had for the both of you.

"Tom..." Looking to Lorenzo, your brother waves him over. He holds up a paper bag and Tom smiles and nods, tucking his hands in the pockets of his khakis and following Lorenzo out to the deck. The smell of the lake and the sound of the waves splashing against the cabin's foundation enveloped Tom's senses. He took a deep breath,

"S'kinda stuffy in there. Its beautiful... the party... can't thank you enough but uhh... s'too much." Lorenzo smiles, setting the paper back on the handrail, pulling a dark wood box out and setting it beside the bag. He opens it, flashing it to Tom,

"Cigar sample pack... from Cuba. Thought we could try some of them." Tom smiles and nods, stepping forward to take a Romeo Y Julieta cigar from the little box. Taking the clip, he clipped both ends before sticking it between his teeth and waiting for Lorenzo to choose one. Clipping it, he pulled a lighter out, lighting it and holding the flame out to Tom. Once both were lit, Lorenzo held his between his teeth before reaching back in the bag,

"Ya know..." Pulling a bottle of bourbon and two tumblers from the bag, Lorenzo set one down before Tom before peeling the wax from the cap. Popping it open, he poured some into Tom's and then his own before setting it aside, "I wasn't sure about you at first. Caught you with my sister... wanted to kill you. But... seeing how happy you made her... how happy you make her. And now that little boy. Matteo idolizes you. The way they both look at you... nothing else matters to me." Tom swigs some of his alcohol, eyes locked on Lorenzo as he puffs some of his cigar smoke. He nods,

"She started out as a revenge thing for me. She's cute and I could see myself being physical with her to spite you. But I tried and she worked her way into me. She's just... a part of me now. She's my life and proposing to her, marrying her, having Matteo it wasn't... it wasn't part of my original plan but... now I don't want anything else. They're my family and I'd kill for them." Lorenzo nods. He's not surprised hearing him say it. He knew it was you. You were collateral but you made Tom fall hopelessly in love with you. And now here you were, celebrating your son's first birthday, Tom, his father. He swallows, lifting his tumbler to his lips and drinking some of the amber liquid,

"You want more kids?" Tom turns, taking a few deep puffs of his cigar and staring out at the black water. He sighs and shrugs,

"Dunno... I guess... if Y/N wants more I'm willing to provide." Lorenzo chuckles,

"You're whipped for her. You ditched the three piece suit and willingly wore khakis and a polo just to match with your wife and son. You're quite the little husband." Tom's smile widens as Lorenzo leans against the post of the deck. He looks Tom over, Tom's eyes still trained on the lake,

"Can't believe how much she's changed me. For the better of course, but... when I was younger, just starting out in this mob business, I never thought I'd be the type to settle down, want a white picket fence with a minivan and three kids, a dog even. I thought I'd be... a bachelor the rest of my life. Partying, sleepin around, drinkin myself half to death and killing my lungs with cigars. Now I'm modest. I lock my liquor cabinet... hasn't been opened in months. Haven't smoked onea these in... ages it feels like. I'm a husband now, a father, I don't have time to be... a kid anymore." Lorenzo listens to Tom ramble. He knows he doesn't regret it, he's just flabbergasted that he's progressed into the man he is because of you and you little one year old that crawls around and says dada like it's nothing. Tom chokes back more of his bourbon, grimacing at the sting. Lorenzo swallows,

"You're amazing." Tom's eyes fund his after a moment, eyebrows drawn together,

"What?" Lorenzo nods,

"I couldn't a better man for my sister. You... you're an excellent husband. Never lay a hand on my sister, give her everything she needs and wants and that smile... that smile just from you sitting next to her is more than I've ever seen. And now a father... never seen better... not even our own. His first word was dada for a reason. He doesn't know the business and I know you and Y/N will keep it from him as long as you can but... you've never... I've never seen him cry. Not even because he's hungry or needs to be fed. You're attentive and I couldn't have picked a better man to marry my sister... father my nephew... I just... can't." Tom swallows and he feels the tears sting his eyes. Your brother hated him. Lorenzo hated seeing him and hearing about him and now here he was glorifying your husband as if they'd been friends forever.

"You really think that?" He asks quietly. Lorenzo stands unmoving for a moment before nodding,

"I do... unfortunately." He jokes, a smile spreading across his face. Tom and him share a chuckle drinking and smoking together in a comfortable silence.

In a few short moments you're throwing a door open, stepping out into the cool air with Matteo on your hip. You smile as you look between the two of them,

"Two out of three of my boys out here... having a moment are we?" Tom smiles, leaning against the handrail as you cock your hip. Lorenzo looks at your husband,

"Just telling Tom here how much I appreciate him. As a husband and father." You click your tongue, head bowing as your eyes lock on Tom. You gesture to Matteo,

"Us too." His smile widens and he sniffs out the half cigar as you near him, leaning forward for him to take Matteo. The little one leans his head against Tom's shoulder, Tom kissing his forehead. Yoh stand before them hands on your hips,

"He couldn't find you in the crowd. So I took it upon myself." Tom nods, rubbing Matteo's back,

"M'here now M. Not goin anywhere." He lays his head over your son's and you nearly melt at the sight. Picking the other reason you sought out the two men from the mush that is your brain, your neck snaps to Lorenzo,

"Oh... and also, we were thinking of doing gifts. The shitty wrapping on HALF of those gifts in there doesn't happen to be yours does it?" Lorenzo smiles sheepishly as you click your tongue. Tom laughs, looking between you and your brother. He purses his lips and sighs,

"Let's get back in there then. The sooner we can watch mummy kick Uncle Lo's ass, the better our night's gonna be." You turn and head back inside to clear a space to open gifts. Tom downs the rest of his bourbon as Lorenzo sniffs out the cigar in his hand and dumps his own alcohol in the bushes. He cleans up, putting everything back in the bag before handing it over to Tom,

"A present to the father... from me. Thank you for being here." Tom swallows the lump in his throat and nods,

"There's nowhere I'd rather be than wherever your sister and nephew are." Lorenzo smiles and pats him on the shoulder, nodding and following him inside where you wit expectantly for the birthday boy and his daddy with a wide smile. And Tom can't hide his own smile.

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harveywritings92 · 5 years

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Bedfellows: BW!Genji x OC PT. 1

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"Soo, whats he like?" Vex blinked bemused over the Blackwatch recruit's question, "What's who like?" the brunette asked as the blond girl handed her a drink. but not the one she asked for; Orange juice, Vex hated Orange Juice.

"Genji, my friend Gabby said she saw you leaving his room.~" the girl said a little too sweetly for just minor curiosity, the jealousy was poorly hidden, true Genji was scary to most of the recruits, but there were some who were "thirsty for his cyborg ass." as his fans put it; and this girl was one of them.

Vex remind silent as girl watched her expectantly obviously hoping the short girl will spill some sort of trait or detail; that'll make Genji swoon for her bottle blond and spray tan self she looked like a cheeto in army fatigues. "He snores." Vex said bluntly the girl's drawn on brows furrowed. "That's it?" the brunette rolled her silver eyes.

"Yes that it! what were you hoping for, some trashy sex in the city talk? what me or Genji do in private is our business, not yours." Vex said just barely dodging a soda can being thrown at her by whats-her name, "You think you can talk to me like that, you damn toilet scrubber?!" the girl snarled as Vex slowly turned to glare at her only for Blondie to blanch.

Vex followed her gaze speak of the devil the very cyborg they were discussing was walking towards them with the dented juice can in hand. "Didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to throw things at people?" he hissed narrowing his red eyes at the girl causing her flinch.

"G-Genji we were just-"

"I know what you were doing, And I'm not interested."

"But, but..."

"But Nothing, You posh spoiled types disgust me..."

The blond's lip quivered as she ran off whining about telling on them (Reyes won't care.), leaving Vex and Genji alone after a few seconds of silence. the short haired woman broke the silence. "You didn't have to be that harsh." She said feeling a little sorry for the girl, Genji seemed to ignore her as he went to the vending machine and came back switching drinks with Vex, the brunette gawked at him for moment.

"What, I thought you hated orange juice?" he huffed taking his mask off opening the can taking a sip and sitting down on the bench behind her. "I do, how did you know?" the cyborg ignored her went straight to the point.

"Are you free tonight?" he asked as the brunette thought over her scheduled the day, aside from her usual night school, and janitorial duties, Vex didn't really have anything planned. "Yeah I am, same time same place?" Genji took another drink hummed agreement before the two finished their breaks.

Vex sighed tiredly as she finished putting her things away she felt groggier then usual as she was heading to Genji's room, when she ran into Mcree who walked with her a few second of him humming some country song he finally asked.

"So, you and Shimada..." he trailed off causing Vex to roll here eyes why was everyone asking her that today? "Yes Jesse we're sleeping together." the cowboy eyes widened before cussing under his breath about owing Reyes ten bucks? he looked like he was going to ask the obvious.

"...We're not having sex." she stated bluntly the gears in Jesse's in head seem to stall. "But ya just said-" he was cut off by Genji opening his door and pregnant silence filled the air as the cyborg opened the door wide enough for Vex to slip inside, while giving Jesse the evil eye as he slowly closed the door leaving the cowboy scratching his head. "Sleepin' together, but not fuckin? what a waste." he muttered not understanding their relationship at all before heading to bed himself.

"What did Mcree want?" Genji asked settling into bed back facing Vex who took off her bra and slipped on a t-hirt, "Oh, he just wanted to know if you were nailing me or not." She said tiredly before laying down next to him, his red eyes glanced over his shoulder at the short haired girl.

"Don't worry, he didn't asked for details, if he had I would've told him the same thing I told Blondie." She said voice slurring tiredly running around the base cleaning and repairing things, lop that up night courses takes the energy out someone right quick. Soon Vex soft breaths filled the cyborg's ears "hmm" Genji grumbled before drifting off into a uninterrupted sleep...

Two months ago....

[[Now how this happened was an accident all on it's own; Vex had just been hired on the janitorial crew,and due to her anti-social don't ask questions attitude Vex was assigned to Blackwatch. Where she was mostly overlooked aside from the occasional order to prep and clean the training room.

Mcree was the first one acknowledged her existence. Though... he may have had different agenda when he first approached, whatever pick-up line he was going to throw at her was all but forgotten when he noticed her "trippy silver eyes." Genji was with him, the ninja gave her a once over than scoffed at her causing her snap. "Same to you pal." retaliation before Reyes ordered her off the training floor, The brunette gladly left quickly as possible returning to her rounds thinking that'll be the end of it.

Oh, how wrong she was, as the short girl soon found herself on laundry duty and went room to room making the beds and leaving clean uniforms for the soldiers, She ended up in Genji's room just as a lock-down drill started; and all personnel were ordered to stay where they were or get to the nearest safe-room.

Genji came inside his room saw her making the bed. cue a half hour of awkward silence as the two sat on the bed just staring off into space waiting for the all clear. if she tried make conversation or turn on the dusty tv on the desk, Genji would just huff or glare at her.

Vex wasn't sure but at some point Genji had fallen asleep on to her shoulder. When She tried to wake him the cyborg would hum in protest when she tried to carefully lay him on the bed so she could leave. only for the cyborg wrapped his arms around her waist successfully trapping the girl, out of options Vex decided to relax and soon drifted off to sleep herself.

Genji's pov...

The last thing Genji expected when he woke up that morning was to himself in bed tangled up with the base's janitor! He was mortified without hesitation he shoved her off his bed; cursing at her in Japanese as the woman just glared at him and snapped. "Why are you angry at me for? you're the one who bear hugged me!" Genji's face was as red as his eyes.

He growled grabbed her by the front of her shirt and physically threw the woman out of his room. Luckily no one was around or awake to see it, the brunette just pulled herself up and pushed her cart to the laundry room where she was subsequently chewed out for skipping out on her rounds the day before.

Later Genji was relieved to find that no talking about the situation this morning; Good. No one saw them, Jesse Mcree and Commander Reyes were both surprised to see Genji at the meeting that morning. "Did Mercy let you out?" Mcree asked causing the cyborg to cock a brow at him "What are you talking about?" Genji asked incredulously the cowboy looked at him equally bemused.

"Well y'all didn't wake up screaming last night..So I figured you were in the med-bay." Genji's mind seem to go blank for a moment, he searched his memories, Jesse was right he didn't have any nightmares, when that woman was with him last night he felt calm and warmth; two things he hadn't felt in a while...He immediately shook his head and pushed those thoughts away."I was... meditating." he mumbled causing the cowboy to whistle at him."Well whatever you did, do it more often! I haven't had decent night sleep like that in months." He tried to pat Genji on the shoulder only for the cyborg to lean away from his touch.

Mcree frowned at this only to backtrack when he saw a familiar woman walk in; making a beeline for the garbage can. "Ey, Silver bullet! where y'all been doll-" He said making his way towards her, she kicked the Dollie under the can towards him; Mcree hadn't noticed and stepped on it and did almost cartoonish Yelp/back-flip combo before landing on flat on his back, the cowboy groaned wondering what hit him? Dazed he saw the silver eyed woman glowering at him.

"Don't ever call me Doll..." she hissed before going back to work. "woo...She's sturdy, Mcree likey.~" Jesse said dreamily the woman and Genji both rolled their eyes at him, before the short woman replaced the garbage bag with a clean one and took the full one to the garbage-chute. "Well can I get yer name, so I don't make the same mistake?" the cowboy asked Genji found himself curiously eyeing the woman whose shoulders slouched . "Vex, just Vex." She said apathetically before leaving the training room.

end of Genji's pov...

A few days later Genji's night terrors returned Moira or Angela were always called at odd hours of the night to sedate and monitor him, Jesse confronted the ninja on it, and suggested he use that "meditation technique" from last time, much to to Genji's vexation no pun intended... that there was no technique, he just fell asleep hugging a random stranger!

So one can imagine Vex's mortification when Genji tracked her down and cornered her in a dark supply closet; demanding she sleep with him!

"You- Wha...What, what!" she stammered face red as cherry amplified by the red glow of Genji's eyes, the cyborg was confused by her reaction before realizing what he just said."I don't mean like that,I-I look I can't sleep alone, I just-..." Vex looked at Genji bemused as he scratched the back of his head and sighed."Be at my door between 9-10, make sure no one sees you." He instructed before leaving the silver eyed janitor alone to mull over what the hell just happened?!

Against her better judgement Vex arrived at Genji's room unnerved as cyborg opened his door checking the hall to make sure it was empty before pulling her inside.

Needless say it was awkward first night, it had been a while since Genji laid down next to a woman and Vex didn't like sleeping with a bra so, there was that. and Vex never really slept with someone without sleeping" with them,

So she was little on edge the cyborg had other intentions, eventually with enough meet ups they got comfortable enough with each other to sleep together without issue...

Except when Reyes caught her leaving Genji's room one morning and dragged them both into his office demanded they tell him what was going on? they explained the arrangement Gabe allowed it; so long as it doesn't get in the way of missions and Vex's job.}}

Present day 6:15 am

"Genji shift over I have to go." Vex said with a yawn the ninja hummed unwrapped his arms from her waist and rolled over to face the wall as Vex grabbed the overnight bag and got dressed in her regular clothes,as it was her day off. "I might not be able to come tonight." She said causing Genji to glance over his shoulder he noticed yesterday she seemed off, today she was looking dead on her feet.

"It's exam night at the college, I'm running on fumes right now."she took a shaky breath then jumped when Genji's human hand was on her neck, Vex got up and left before the cyborg could say anything, Genji brows furrowed as he stared at his hand "Gankona on'na ..." he huffed before laying back down.

Vex sighed as she checked the thermometer 100.3C...She was sick no doubt about it, figures and on the night of the big test! she took an aspirin pulled a surgical mask over her mouth and nose and went over her notes, sitting in a cafe a few blocks from the community college "Just have to hold out until the test V, you can do it!" she encouraged herself cramming as much knowledge in to her memory as possible.

a few hours later, after her exam Vex sluggishly walked down the stairs of the college, she felt light headed and her body was shaking with every step, maybe taking the day off and convincing the teacher to reschedule her exam at a later date would've the smarter move, instead pushing herself? ....Woulda,shoulda,coulda as the old saying goes.

"Eh, Not looking so good there Vex.~" Oh shit, not this D-bag her silver eyes landed on Derek Kettlemen, the sexist pig whose been harassing her since the first day and he reeked; even with her nosed clogged she could pick-up the scent stale beer and sweat coming off of the pudgy male approaching her.

The brunette felt like vomiting as he got closer, Vex mentally prayed to any deity listening to give her a fucking break just for tonight! "How's about I take care of-" before he could touch her something whizzed by his head nicking his cheek he hissed and brought his hand up to it and blanched when he saw blood.

Derek looked around to find what cut him? before finding a black shuriken wedged in the wall, then his glazed over eyes landed on what his drunken mind could only describe as a demon silently walking up behind Vex, it's tall lean form was dressed in black as two angry red eyes glared at him from under it's hood. Either way the drunken man wasn't taking any chances he shoved the sick girl towards it and ran with his tail between his legs.

Luckily for Vex a pair of arms caught her before she hit the ground a hand felt her forehead before a familiar voice cussed in Japanese, The 'demon' revealed to be a hoodie clad Genji who shifted the short girl in his arms before lifting the brunette off the ground.

"You knew you weren't feeling well! and you still pushed your limits..." Genji chided as he carried her to one the staff cars he signed out, he put her in the passenger seat and climbed in the drivers seat before turning to her. "What's your address?" he said starting the car glancing at the pale woman who was taking out a water bottle from her coat and took drink, Genji hoped that wasn't all she had consumed today.

"4077 Oldfield Way,...Lock the car and watch your back." She warned with good reason; he heard of that area locals called it the Gallows, it was slum filled with drug dealers, gangs and brothels, Not a day goes by where someone from the Gallows wasn't on the News for murder or otherwise. Genji felt his stomach churn; suddenly Vex's cold and cautious attitude, short hair and choice in baggy clothes made sense... She was sheep walking into a den full hungry wolves.

The cyborg had half the mind to drive back to headquarters and have her rest in the Overwatch Med-bay, Angela wouldn't have mind in fact she would've been ecstatic, He didn't give out a name. But when he reluctantly revealed he had a friend who was a girl and sick, The blond doctor spat her tea out and gawked at Genji like he spouted seven heads! Before composing herself and asking when and how they met?

Leaving out the part about their sleepovers, he awkwardly revealed they met two months ago,she's on the janitorial crew and studied nights, he helped her with some math problems and soon found that she wasn't completely annoying. that wasn't a total lie, Genji did help Vex study the first couple nights together.

Needless to say Angela wasted no time making care package for the mystery girl, and handing it to the ninja sweat dropped at the packs of instant-soup packets,cough drops, cold tablets, vapor rub, and cold compresses. When he left the base Genji briefly wondered if he was in over his head? especially when Angela insisted he bring his 'Friend' on his next check up she wanted to meet her, sounding like a proud mother whose son just announced he got a girlfriend.

The ninja mentally groaned doubtful that Vex would even agree to that, she hated people more then he did...well, the mouthy [Jesse] ones anyways. When he pulled into Vex's driveway Genji couldn't help but grimace at how rundown the the small house was. His eyes focused in the dark and could see some small repairs and reinforcements recently added to the small structure, motion lights,Bars on the windows, heavy doors...etc, Genji grabbed Angela's package and helped Vex to the front door, his eyes watched the dark and empty street cautiously as she unlocked the at least eight different locks on her front-door.

The cyborg followed the small brunette inside as the beep from her phone warned that her front door was open, Vex punched in a code and the beeping stopped and turned on the lights, as Genji gawked at the almost empty house this didn't make any sense?! his brows furrowed as he looks at Vex who hanging her coat up. "Nantekotta i?...Where are your things?" he asked sounding almost angry as the sick woman pointed at a futon sofa-bed,a laptop on and a suitcase.

"Right there..." She said listlessly the ninja was still trying to understand exactly what he was seeing. "A couch, a computer and suitcase,... don't you have any other furniture?" He asked again the girl shook her head, Genji didn't know how to feel about this..He knows how much Over/Blackwatch was paying their janitorial staff and it was certainly enough to buy a proper bed, in the two months she's worked there Vex could've saved up bought an apartment a lot nicer then this rundown shoe-box of a house! So that leaves the question where the hell was her money disappearing to?

"Do you want any to drink?" Vex croaky voice snapped him out of his thoughts, the his red eyes focused on her, suddenly remembering what he was here for and what Angela had told him to do. "Get something clean to sleep in and go take a shower." he instructed he watched Vex open her suitcase and take out a tank top, a hoodie and pajama pants, and watched her go into a small bathroom of the side of the entryway hall, when he heard the shower turn on Genji took out the instructions Mercy gave him, he went to the small kitchen.

The ninja was relieved to see Vex had dishes and an electric kettle, he turned the kettle on and got a mug and poured in the soup mix and waited, the kettle's timer when off just as Vex came out of her bathroom dressed in pjs towel wrapped around her neck, Genji in his younger years he would've swooned seeing a blushing wet girl staring at him with her goods on display, But now he instead he felt annoyance at her appearance.

Vex's hair was soaked, her silver eyes were dull and glassy, and her belly was completely exposed, "That won't do." Genji muttered as his bionics hissed releasing steam as the cyborg walked up to the short girl and pulled her pants up tied the drawstrings and zipped her hoodie all the way up. "And dry off properly or You'll get worse..." he huffed making her sit at the kitchen table.

She herd him shuffle around behind her Vex blinked confused as mug was placed in her field of vision, the pale woman hesitantly took it from him "It's soup..." Genji mumbled before taking the towel off her neck and started drying her hair off as the cyborg awkwardly explain that seeing that he had no experience looking after a sick person before. he went to Mercy who gave him the supplies and instructions on how to look after Vex, and now she knew that He and Vex were... acquainted, Vex didn't really know how to feel about that the last thing she wanted was more attention on her.

"Did she want something in return, for the cold package?"

"Yes, She knows I dislike most things and sees that I don't dislike you as much."

"Gee...Y'know how to make a gal blush."

"Don't sass me."

Genji chided before taking a seat across from Vex cup of tea in hand before taking a sip and after a short pause looked at her unsure "...Angela wants meet you, Are you okay with that?" Vex was silent before take taking a long drink of her soup, then grimaced "Okay." She said without a fight as there no arguing with this, then took another small sip of her soup and felt something go down her throat and the chalky aftertaste then looked Genji with disdain.

"Did You...put Cold tablets in this?" she asked looking as though she was going through traumatic experience the cyborg's bionics hissed out steam as he nodded holding back a smirk."Why?" she asked not understanding Genji shrugged. "You don't like orange juice." he said recalling how Vex grimaced the second she noticed the pills, it was the same face she made whenever someone gave her anything that resembled orange juice. "What does that have to do with it?" She huffed trying get him to tell her, but instead Genji instructed her to go to bed, He'll join her in a minute.

Genji put the mugs in the sink and glared out her backyard window..So he wasn't imagining things, she didn't have motion lights back there, The cyborg wasn't sure when he first spotted a shadow crouch behind an old picnic table, he glanced at Vex she was busy putting Vapor rub on her chest...his red eyes narrowed as he looked back outside there were two more shadows, a smirk slowly played on his lips "looks like some wolves came out to play..." his inner voice purred as he calmly put his mask on.

When Vex looked into the kitchen she saw Genji gone, and assumed he was using her bathroom to clean off his parts that were still skin before laying down and stared at the cracks in her ceiling, the cold pills were starting to kick in her mind was getting fuzzier...Funny, for a moment she thought she heard screaming coming from outside as her eyes grew heavy...

"Everyone knows that bitch lives alone!"

Those words make Genji grit his teeth as he finished washing the dirt and blood of his hands, those men... they were watching Vex this whole time; planning and waiting for her guard to be down, that large fellow that Genji scared off earlier was with them.

He must've told them she was sick and unable to put up a fight; seeing that they pried the boards on Vex's back fence open and had the tools to ready to unhinge her backdoor; Oh yes, they had this planned almost perfectly. too bad they didn't take into account that Vex had a "Demon" watching her back, as the fat man put it.

The cyborg wiped his hands off and settled down on the futon next to Vex who hadn't stirred 'If I hadn't been here..." he shook those morbid thought out of his mind not wanting to think about it, he wary gaze landed on the sleeping girl next him, Genji's arm wrapped around her waist a little tighter then usual.

"her fevers going down..that's good." he thought feeling neck soon his soft breathing synced up if Vex's who was unaware of what transpired in her backyard. Hopefully those waste human flesh will be gone by the time Genji wakes up; otherwise they'll wish they were dead when he's through with them.

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trashcanband4 · 5 years

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It Began In A Bar Ch. 2

Chapter 1 Title:Breaking the Habit. Pairing: DeanxOc (Maria M.) Word count: 2,518 Warnings: Slow burn I guess?

The dim bluish light above the bathroom sink flickered as she stared at her reflection in the cracked mirror. Does he know what I can do? Is he here to kill me? Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into this time? I can't believe I slept with him… I broke my promise to Keaton…what would he think of me? Her knuckles started turning white from her death grip on the yellowed porcelain sink. Greif and stress had morphed the once vibrant and youthful 23 year old face into that of a 30 year old woman. Clear, silent tears slid down her freckle peppered nose to fall into the sink as she just stared through her reflection. I can't do this anymore, not without them. Mom, Keaton, Uncle Scott… I killed them… I… I can't be here anymore. She thought as she finally released the sink to grab her bathroom bag. She dug around until she found a small pocket knife and flicked it open. As she pressed the blade to her pale skin, the shiny metal reflected the bright blue vein that ran down the length of her arm. All she wanted was to slice open both her wrists and let the life drain out of her. It was all she could think about since her mother and uncle died over two years ago. Then after the death of her brother a year later she felt empty inside.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! "You okay in there?" Dean asked from the other side of the door making her jump. The knife fell from her hand and clanked against the tile floor. She hadn't expected him to stick around. Most of the time after she slept with a man she would go to the bathroom and return to an empty room. Maybe he stuck around to kill her, or maybe he stuck around just because she was a hunter. Or maybe he just wanted to be with her, but that thought never crossed her mind. It just didn't seem plausible to her.

"Yeah, just freshening up." Her voice trembled, but Dean didn't notice. Her hand shook as she picked up the pocket knife and closed it. She just stared at it, wondering if she should just go ahead and kill herself. Hey, maybe if I kill myself tonight Dean and Sam will give me a hunter's burial. She thought with a sour smile. It was a bitter sweet thought, but she was pulled out of her thoughts again when she heard her cell phone in the bedroom outside start ringing. She didn't worry about the phone, it was probably just Cameron calling her with a job to do and he knew that when he called her in the middle of the night that she would rarely answer. Instead, she dropped the barrier from Dean's thoughts and closed her eyes while she listened to them.

Wow, she's hot. And a hunter too. I hit the jackpot with this one. Maybe she'll come on our next hunt with us. Na, come on Dean… ya can't do that. It's a family business. She isn't part of the family like Bobby is. But, *sigh* she actually likes beer. I mean how many times have I found a beautiful woman like her that would rather drink a beer over some fruity girly drink?

She smiled bitterly to herself. He didn't even know her, but he wanted her to go on his next hunt with them. It was that thought, along with the fact that his thoughts showed no sign of him wanting to kill her that made her tuck the knife away into her bag. She fixed her hair in the mirror and stepped out still in her underwear. He eyed her up and down as she walked over to her bag and pulled out a plain black t-shirt and pair of faded jeans. "What are you still doing here?" she asked as she finally turned to look at him. He was clad in only a pair of jeans as he gave her a confused look. "I'm not trying to be rude, but usually y'all are gone by now."

"Y'all?" he asked still looking confused.

"Men." He just smirked at her and took a seat in one of the two chairs that was at the small round table in the corner of the room, letting her know he wasn't planning on going anywhere. "I'm sticking you in the category of men who will sleep with a woman that they've only known for an hour at most." she clarified as she pulled a beer out of the fridge for herself. "So," she popped the top as she turned to look at him, "So I'll ask you again. Why are you still here?"

"Maybe I'm not one of those other men." His straight face made her turn back to the fridge and pull out a second beer. She knew he drank beer because he'd had one at the bar. She handed it to him before she took the other seat at the table. "It's not every day that I run into another hunter, much less accidentally sleep with one."

His words pulled a sarcastic laugh out of her. "Accidentally? Na, I think you knew exactly what you were doing and how well you were doing it." She smirked at him with her brow raised.

He simply looked at the ground and sent a small grin to the floor. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that the slight redness that tainted his cheeks was a blush. "So, Maggie, what's your story? What are you doin' in the middle of nowhere?" he changed the subject on her and she took a big drink of her beer.

"Vengeful spirit." She said before she took another small sip of her beer. "It was terrorizing a family that bought an old house. Simple salt and burn took care of it." She was trying to keep her eyes off of Dean's nude chest, but that was hard to do when he was so good looking. "Oh, and my name's not Maggie, it's Maria Morris."

"Wait, as in Keaton and Scott Morris?" he asked making her sit up straighter in her chair.

"Yeah, how do you know them?"

"Met them on a hunt a few years ago. I wasn't aware there were more hunters in that family." When she didn't reply he felt the need to keep the conversation rolling. "So, how are they? Your um…"

"Uncle and brother." She stated letting Dean know how she was related to them. "And not good considering their dead." His face dropped. "Uncle Scott died along side my mother and my brother died a year later."

"So you're hunting by yourself now?" he asked wanting to know if there were any other hunters around that he needed to know about.

"Yeah." She said flatly before she took the last drink of her beer and went to the fridge for another. "You want another one?" she held one out to him and he shook his head. The subject of her and her family was making her more depressed than usual. So she changed the subject. "So, Dean, what's your story? What brought you and your brother to Toledo Ohio?"

"Haunted Mirror." He simply stated like it was an everyday occurrence. "Simple salt and burn didn't work on this one." Maria just sighed and shook her head before taking a swig of her drink. "But our main goal at the moment is to find our dad, John Winchester. Have you seen him?"

Maria thought about it for a minute. "Na, but the name sounds familiar. I think Uncle Scott worked with him a time or two. Good hunter I hear."

"Yeah, well he's just as good at hiding as he is hunting, if not better." Dean said with a shake of his head before taking a drink.

"As far as I know I don't have a job lined up. I can help if you want." She said as she sat up leaned over the table, looking at him. "If you don't want my help it's fine. I'm sure Cameron can have me a job lined up in a few days. I just thought that you would want one more brain around to find your dad."

"Well, I have a few questions before I say yes." Oh, yay, he had questions. What were they going to be and would she be able to answer them? It was the uncertainty of the situation that made her drop the barrier that was around his thoughts. God that body, damn. Hope she answers right. I can't have a crazy, clingy chick along for the ride. Ha-ha. The ride. She sure took me for a damn good ride. She just smirked at him as she watched his eyes quickly travel up and down her body as he sat up straighter in his chair. "Are the cops after you?" he asked making her shake her head.

"No. I'm good at covering up my tracks." She answered his question honestly.

"Are you wanting more than just a good lay out of this?" he asked motioning between the two of them.

She started laughing. "Dean, I haven't gone steady with anyone since I was 16 and that was only for two months. You slept with me, that's sign number one that you are a player. So no, I'm not looking for a long term relationship."

Damn, that's too bad. She's good in bed, likes beer, and packs heat. I like her. His thought caught her off guard and her hand flew to her mouth to keep the beer from spewing all over the place. She wasn't expecting such a nice thought. "You alright there?" he asked and she just managed a nod and motioned for him to keep asking questions. "That’s all I got. I'll talk to Sam about it and see what he thinks." He said before he leaned back in his chair and took a swig of his beer.

With the conversation having died down, they both just sat in comfortable silence. She put the thought barrier back up around Dean and let her thoughts and her eyes drift. She didn't notice Dean, taking in her soft brown waves and the way her thumb and middle finger rubbed together in thought. Eventually her hazel eyes drifted and met bright green ones. They smirked at each other at the same time.

His gaze paired with his sexy lips was again too much for her to handle. “You know…” she stood up and placed her hands on the arms of his chair. “Just because I said I didn't want a relationship with you, doesn't mean that we can't have a little fun every now and then." He seemed a bit hesitant, but she knew from listening to his thoughts that he was just putting on a show. "Come on, no strings attached. I won't get mad when you sleep with another woman and you can't get pissed when I sleep with another, more attractive man. Although I don't think that will be happening, or at least I hope it won't." Her brother and his dyeing words echoed in her head. "Ria, ya, gotta stop sleepin' around, it's bad for yer health." she had laughed at him when he said that, thinking it was just a joke. "Promise me?" his pleading voice echoed in her head as she just stared at Dean, who was looking at her with a question mark face. "You know what? Never mind." She tried to lean back from Dean, but he grabbed her hips, stopping her.

"Wait a second. What do you mean never mind? Never mind you aren't going to keep sleeping with me, or never mind you aren't coming with me and my brother?" he asked and she walked to the end of the bed to turn her back on Dean.

Her eyes bored into her own as she glared at her reflection in the small full length mirror that was at the back of the motel room. "I should have never slept with you." She said it more to herself than Dean, but he still heard her and asked what she was talking about. "I take back everything that I said. I can't go hunting with you and your brother." She said without looking at him.

Dean's brows pulled into a deep v as he stared at her back. He didn't understand the sudden change in her. "…okay. That's fine I guess. You just looked a little lost is all. You-" he was about to tell her that the invitation still stood, but she interrupted him.

"Dean…?"

"Yeah?"

"Do me a favor… Be like the other men I've slept with." She said still not looking at him, "I can't do this anymore." She finally turned to see that he had stood up and was looking at her with nothing but concern on his face. "This lifestyle has cost me everything." She wasn't necessarily talking about hunting, but it was a part of it. "Hunting, drinking, sleeping around… I just can't do it anymore. It's already taken everyone in my family. The next person to go will be me and…I'm not ready to die." Tears slowly started to streak her cheeks.

Dean's next actions startled her and caused her to jump as he stepped closer to her and hooked one of his arms around her shoulders and the other around her waist. He was hugging her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had hugged her like this. His fingers were threaded into her soft waves as he held her head to his shoulder. After a few seconds that it took to get over her shock, she slowly wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him back.

In that moment something in her broke. She allowed herself to cry on his shoulder. For a split second the shield around Dean's thoughts dropped and she heard him think. "I wish I could help her."

Without thinking about it she softly replied. "No one can help me."

Her words made him stiffen for a second before he brushed it off as a coincidence and lifted his hand up to brush his thumb across her face in an attempt to wipe away her tears. With a small smile he asked "All better?"

"Yeah." She answered sheepishly then headed back to the bathroom. "I'm gonna wash my face." But she stopped at the bathroom door. "And Dean?" she said making him look up at her from his beer. "I'm expecting this room to be empty when I come out." She didn't wait to hear his response before she ducked into the bathroom.

Once inside she purposely dropped the barrier. She listened to him have an internal debate for five minutes before she pulled the shield back up. Two minutes later she heard the bedroom door close and she sank down on the dirty bathroom floor as she let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding in.

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Parallels Chapter 1 (Starlord x Reader)

Series Summary: In a universe where Yondu returned Peter Quill to his father, a bounty hunter is about to make the catch of a century. But will she turn in her quarry and walk away rich? Or will both she and her cargo go through a change of heart on their intergalactic road trip?

Chapter Summary: (Y/n) receives a call from some old friends and gets a job that’ll change her life.

Word Count: 2111

Warnings: Rated MA. Some angst. Dark themes, violence and mentions of death to come. Slooow burn but not too slow.

Author’s Note: FINALLY writing “Parallels!” It’s taken me basically the whole Summer to plan this series and work up the nerve to post the first chapter. But here it is! Let me know what y'all think, reblog or send in some asks with feedback. I’ll try to post an update once a week. If y'all wanna be tagged in this just lemme know!

“If anyone out there can hear us, you’re not alone.”

(Y/n) jolted awake that the crackling radio beside her head. She hadn’t even remembered turning the damn thing on the night before. Funny how alcohol will make you forget little things like that, never the things that count.

“They’ve been keeping the truth from us. All this, it wasn’t a rescue it was a hostile takeover-”

(Y/n) switched off the radio, the familiar voice making her shit headache even worse. Every day it was the same broadcast over a different frequency. What a way to wake up. It was always nice knowing nothing had changed in the past 2 years.

She ran a hand through her hair, groaning as she massaged the deep ache in her head. The blinking red light coming off her console became more and more urgent the more time she took to get to it.

Bright blue light flashed into her eyes as an image of Yondu shouting at her appeared onto her message screen. He looked a little worse for wear, and that was saying a lot considering… well, how he usually looked.

“Girl I dunno why you’re not answerin your comms, you better be sleepin or dead!” He sneered, “I got us the payload of the lifetime, you meet me at these coordinates in 24 hours or it’ll be yer ass I take to the pyros next!”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, memorizing the coordinates before putting them into her navi console. Once the ship was set to auto pilot she pushed herself to shower and get on some proper clothes.

Did she always do business with the Ravagers? Only on the jobs that counted. She figured she owed them something… At least that’s what was screamed in her face every time she took a job from them.

(Y/n) plopped into the captain’s chair with a grunt. The backroads of the galaxy were the best route to get her to Yondu, but she’d be cutting it a bit close, arriving at the coordinates about two hours before her deadline.

She flicked on the radio in the cockpit. A different and even more oppressive broadcast echoed through the empty ship and she was suddenly in the mood for another drink.

“-roadcasts are an attack on the peace that our Emperor has helped to establish throughout the galaxy. These terrorists have done nothing for the safety or well being of the galaxy.”

(Y/n) cursed to herself, trying to cycle through the different frequencies. Unfortunately the same irritatingly calm female voice was blasting through all the channels. She eventually gave up and relaxed into her chair, sleep ebbing at the corners of her brain.

“If you see any suspicious activity, report it to the royal police immediately and you shall be rewarded by the father himself.”

(Y/n) felt the hair at the back of her neck stand on end and her eyes blow wide as the galaxy before her exploded into swirling clouds of purple and black and white.

A figure who had haunted her dreams stood before her in the abyss, his hands outstretched for her ship and white hot power flowing from his palms.

“Father of everything, the creator and giver of life, our Emperor Ego loves all of you, his children.”

A shrill scream echoed in her ears and the figure came closer to her, so close she could see the emptiness of his eyes.

“By his grace, may you prosper.”

(Y/n) practically jumped out of her chair when she heard someone shouting at her over her radio. A string of drool connected to her chair made her feel a strange mix of disgust and comfort as she realized it was just a dream.

Finally focusing on her surroundings, Yondu’s massive ship came into view. She took a deep breath before responding to the new message.

After docking in the freighter’s landing bay she began making her way through the ship. It had taken her only a month to memorize the corridors when she stayed on the ship, she was glad she wouldn’t have to ask anyone for help, especially with how each Ravager she passed eyed her up and down.

Once she got into the main bay she elbowed her way through the small crowd of Ravagers blocking her path to where she knew Yondu would be perched among the chaos.

However, she found his seat empty once she fought her way through the center of the room. The other Ravagers went quiet once they finally realized she was standing among them.

“Well…?” she called out, looking among the sea of faces, some familiar and others new. “Where’s Yondu… and what’s the emergency?”

“Yondu’s restin,” (Y/n) turned her head, recognizing the second in command, a Ravager known as Dhaki. Kraglin was lost in the chaos two years ago, leaving Yondu with Dhaki. “Got pretty roughed up gettin his haul back here…”

“Then I imagine it was important.” (Y/n) said, hooking her thumbs into her belt loops, standing tall as the Ravager approached her.

“Maybe he would’t’a gotten hurt if you bothered to stick around!” He growled, baring his sharp teeth at her. “You still owe us, don’t forget that.”

(Y/n) took a step away from him, ignoring the snickers among the Ravagers as she did so. “It’s hard to forget when you keep reminding me. Just cut to the chase and get to the job, what’s my haul?”

Dhaki’s scales began to practically glow with anger, (Y/n) definitely wouldn’t have been feeling so brave if her senses weren’t still clouded from her night of fun.

He snapped one of his clawed fingers, his eyes not leaving hers as a handful of mean left the large room.

“You know the drill… Get the cargo to the pyros and bring us the bounty.” He said.

“That doesn’t answer my question, what’s my haul?” she asked again, stepping beck once more as Dhaki moved closer to her.

“Does it matter?”

(Y/n) went silent, knowing her cargo wouldn’t change the details of the job. Still, she had always been curious. Two years in space among pirates hadn’t changed that.

The small group of Ravagers returning with a prisoner in tow pulled the two apart. (Y/n) eyed the prisoner up and down, taking in the details sewn into his fine clothes. The blue and gold silk was a dark contrast from the sack over his head. He was someone of high importance, more important than the generals and commanders she had smuggled in the past.

It wasn’t until one of the men holding him held out a small metal orb that she slowly realized who the prisoner was. She slowly took the orb from him, looking over the intricate carvings before looking back at the man on his knees.

(Y/n) didn’t even realize Dhaki had been speaking to her. She only stared down the prisoner before her in a daze.

Approaching the man, she gripped the orb like a vice at her side as her free hand reached to touch the sack that concealed his identity. She roughly pulled the fabric from his head.

The room broke out into howls of anger and whoops of delight. Each noise crashed into her like the wave of an ocean’s storm against the shore. She could feel tears burning at the edges of her eyes.

Peter Quill.

“This must feel as great for you as it does for me.” Dhaki said, the pride evident in his voice as he brought a hand to (Y/n)’s shoulder. “The man who helped Ego take the cosmos, you get to bring him to justice.”

Peter’s eyes flew around the room from one face to the next, finally landing on the woman who stood before him. She looked like she was torn between breaking down into tears and breaking his nose.

He tried speaking against the gag between his lips, cursing at his captors as the lifted him onto his feet and placed the sack back onto his head.

“That collar on his neck,” Dhaki began, holding up a slim black remote, “Those were used for powered people back on Terra. It’s holdin back his Celestial shit from destroyin us all… You keep it on him…”

(Y/n) slowly nodded at him, taking the remote from Dhaki and grabbing hold of her cargo.

Soon the noise of the room they were in was gone, and he only felt a small pair of hands holding him and dragging him through the ship. He tried fighting against the person’s grip, only for them to stomp on his foot and force him to keep moving.

Peter yelped as he was pushed into a small cot. The sound of something metal clanging shut told him he was in a cell. He stayed absolutely still, hoping whoever had him wouldn’t rough him up the way the Ravagers had.

After what felt like an eternity had passed, Peter realized he was alone. He squirmed against the cuffs that held his wrists behind his back. His hot breath made the sack feel almost humid.

He grew still once he heard lone footsteps approaching his cell. The door opened then shut, and he let out a deep breath once the sack was pulled off his head.

The woman from before stood over him, refusing to make eye contact with him as he sat up.

“I’m trusting you enough not to attack me while I’m in here…” She trailed off, feeling his blue eyes burn into her as she removed his handcuffs and his gag. “My job’s to keep you alive till we get to our final destination. So I won’t pull anything unless you do.”

(Y/n) left the cell, locking it behind her and leaving him confused. She came back a couple minutes later with a tray of warm food and a cup of water.

Peter eyes the food suspiciously as she placed it in his lap.

“What… no utensils…?” he spoke up, looking between her and the tray.

She scoffed lightly, shaking her head at him and leaning against the cell door.

“I don’t trust you that much, Quill…”

Peter rolled his eyes at her and scooped what looked like beans with his fingers and began eating.

“You know who I am…?” he asked through a mouthful of food.

(Y/n) nodded her head at him, scrunching her nose as she chewed through the meat on his plate.

“That’s a stupid question… I’m Terran, of course I know who you are.”

Peter sucked his fingers clean, his eyebrows knitting in confusion at her statement.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Judging on the look on her face, he shoulda chose his words more carefully. She had that look on her face again from when he first saw her, only this time she looked more like she was leaning towards hitting him.

Before she could cave she left the cell, locking it behind her.

“I’ll make this simple. The more you try to escape, the more unpleasant your stay on my ship will be. So behave yourself and we won’t have any problems here. Leave your tray at the door, there’s a blanket under the cot. If you’re good, you get to shower.”

“Wait, cmon!” Peter shouted, going to the door of the cell and gripping the bars as she started walking away. “What did you mean, it’ll eat me up if you don’t tell me!”

(Y/n) scoffed, shaking her head as she made her way up the stairs to the cockpit. He only continued shouting for her, but she was most comfortable answering once she was out of sight.

“You destroyed earth, douche nozzle!” she yelled from the top of the stairs, smirking to herself once the ship grew silent. She felt prideful only for a moment, then the weight of what she had revealed set in. She had tried her best not to linger on those memories.

The sky going dark, the rescue ships arriving and leaving once they were stuffed full of people, the Avengers trying their best to stop the figure in the sky before it landed on Earth.

(Y/n) remembered just barely catching a glimpse of the man as she and… as she was hauled onto a Ravager ship. The man who was sitting in her ship, eating her food, breathing her air.

But while (Y/n) escaped to her quarters, trying to drink away all the memories of that day, Peter sat awake in his cell, racking his brain for something, anything resembling what she had described. But he found nothing.

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They glow unbearably bright

Misspent with angel eyes tonight The fact's uncommonly clear

Gotta find who's now number one

And why my angel eyes ain't here

The driver gon' drop you off The plan was to stick my toe in and

Check the temperature but

Next thing I know

I'm drownin'

Appelle-moi si tu te perds

Standing alone? Honestly, it's all about the timing

I ain't mean to lead you on, because

Him and I got some things that we're trying

But my energy belongs to you

I want you so bad, but not too fast

It's not your fault we can't pretend because

We're both in the wrong

I'm hitchhiking, you pull over, so invitin'

The seat got my name on it, but who driving?

He hiatus, we spend time, and we repeat and we rewind it

Your headlights? It hit my eyelid

Love is blinding, y'all together? Don't remind me, so confusin'

What we doing? How y'all doing?

Oh, you choosin' him? Okay, I gotta cope with losing, fuck

I ain't been sleepin' well

Twin, I'll never tell

Stay busy so I don't think, 'cause downtime is when it sink in

I stare at old pictures, I, I thought you wanted to dance (Dance)

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She tricks me into thinkin'

I can't believe my eyes

I wait for her forever

But she never does arrive She said to leave it to me (Leave it to me)

Everything'll be alright (Be alright) She's always out makin' pictures

She's always out makin' scenes

And I wanna know if I could live inside your world

and I wanna know if I could give it to you girl

You know that I need to say it

You know that I love to say it

our love just go on and on and on

I gave you all that you need

theres no better place you can be

and I know that in time you will believe in me

so please hold out your hand

and lets just exchange golden bands

cause I want u in my life

I want you to be my wife

Got a tattooed tit saying number 13 (psychic Jakk told me in May 2017 that he had a tattoo that blond made him get over his heart that said “property of blond” . Also numerology of 13 is 4.)

Oh help me please doctor I’m damaged there’s a pain where there once was a heart (they mention jakk’s heart a lot)

I put the ring in my pocket (blond brought Jakk a blazer for a fancy dinner , and Jack found the engagement ring in his blazer pocket which led to their engagement. He hadn’t worn that blazer in a year.)

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Man im in a daze, walking round, round in a maze There's money to be made, guess I'm on the paper chase You know I love ya babe (you know I love ya babe) But u know I gotta go, keep your number on speed dial Man

Verse 4:Soulja Boy

Man im in the daze man, walkin past money in amazement eyes low from the Kush, similar to Asians J-Bar is up next, SOD Money Gang one day in my shoes man you boys cant hang girls say i look good but im better in person my waves are success yes i call it swag surfing my business so corporate but my style so urban never rock skinny jeans but yo girl still jerkin

Verse 5: Dorrough

Man I'm gone, I'm in a daze girl you got me feelin played I normally don't give away my time unless I'm getting paid Got my mind runnin all around like I'm in a maze I don't really care who know I write it on my Twitter page I know you be excited when you see me Cuz you see me on your TV And your family wanna meet me I know Cuz when I'm wit ya, you act as if you lost for words, But what you don't know is that I'm a bigger fan of yours That's why I'm in a daze, like my homie J-Bar When I come see you I always leave my phone in my car Eliminate distractions, girl yeah you know it's on Yeah buddy, you the one I wanna focus on

Verse 6: Chamillionaire

Everybody get in the click of tattoos Everybody get in the click of fat Jews Looking for a chick that's known to come through 22's on the whip that she choose You might say the glass is half empty I'm gonna say the glass is half full When she say my heart is too cold I'm gonna say it's cuz im that cool I'm that dude, that's not even a possibly On fire just like a rotten tree?? Y'all boys aint gotta pop to pee Girl you know I love your brain Man I feel like Socrates When your chick layin next to me She aint wearing nothing but her soccer tee I got the G, skip to the O gotta get to the door My wrist is gonna blow, my chick is gonna know Cash rues imma blow her a kiss before I go, whoa Imma make her cum I bet she crack a smile I keep that Franklin on the speed diallll That's why I got her in a daze

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You smell dat?

3/52 weeks down in 2021 and I ain't been sleepin on it! Shit's been weird outside but I'm hyped as fuck about the future (if that understandably confuses you, read my previous post). Luckily, for us all the future has arrived!

The smell of success:

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[A6A6I5] ====>

(VRISKA): So enough a8izzle stupid animals, whose presence hizzle no rationizzle explan8tion anyway. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. (VRISKA): What d-ya wizzle to do today?

MEENAH: today?

(VIZZY): Yeah!

MEENAH: Real niggas recognize the realness. there be no today

(VRISKA): You knizzay whizzay I miznean! (VRISKA): Within the am8igizzles timeframe that would loosely correl8 with a single rot8tion of a planizzle. (VRIZZAY): Anizzle ideas?

MEENAH: na

(VRIZZAY): Ciznome on! Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. (VRIZNISKA) so you betta run and grab yo glock: We can't just spend all our "days" mackin' out 'n dis idyllic, 8izarrely paletted cliffscape wit all theze stink'n idiot quadrupeds in tha mutha fuckin club. (VRISKA): We should go explor'n some more 8u88les!

MEENAH: we explored an awfizzle lot already MEENAH like a motha fucka: aint thizzle siznorta all tha same by now

(VRISKA): I mean, roughly speak'n, yizzy sho nuff. Thizzay all ar8izzle memizzle collages I giznuess. (VRISKA): 8ut there alwizzles sum-m sum-m nizzle ta see every tizzle. (VRISKA): Whoze ridiculous memory wizzay we visit next???????? (VRISKA): L-to-tha-izzike, sizzay nuttizzle versizzle of Kanizzle who 8ecame a god brotha 'n some totally ludicrous version of our session? (VRISKA): Or mizzle a version of John whizno neva evizzle playizzle tha game at all? Keep the party crackin while I'm steady rappin. May8e he wizzay outside to look fo` tha gizzle, n his fatherly lusus 8ackizzle ova him wit hizzay cizzy ta help you tap dat ass? (VRIZZAY): Or what a8izzle yo' frizniends? T-H-to-tha-izzey're always fun! (VRIZZLE): Like Nepeta ancizzle... tha dizzay one? She a riot! Pizzy she has a fascin8tingly dark history W-H-to-tha-izzich nigga memories alwizzles seem ta hint at. (VRISKA): Or Eridan douchia clone. I KNOW yiznou have a gr8 time wheneva you git tha chance ta own hiznim cuz Im tha Double O G. (VRIZNISKA): So what do yizzle say?

MEENAH puttin tha smack down: eh MEENAH bitch ass nigga: i dunno

(VRIZZLE): 8ut you sizzle kinda 8ored! If yoe 8orizzle, doesn't it mizzle senze to git out n try ta have fun ya dig?

MEENAH: not reely

(VRISKA): 8ut... (VRISKA): Whizzy, betta check yo self?

MEENAH: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. cauze it doesnt sound that fun MEENAH: just sounds like tha sizzle shit as always MEENIZZLE: like MEENAH: exactly lizzike drizzle

(VRIZZAY): Drizzeams? Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.

MEENAH: thizzey BE drizneam bubbles nigga all

(VRISKA) ta help you tap dat ass: Yizzy. (VRISKA): 8ut... I dizzon't...

MEENAH: dreams be also lizzay a crazy fantasizzle ride full of fizzay shit thiznat mizzles no senze MIZZLE: its a bootylicious time 'n theorizzle MEENAH: n i gizzy when yizzy hustla its fun MEENIZZLE: maybe yizzay even liznook fizzle to sleepin MIZZLE: Subscribe nigga, get yo issue. ta sizzee what tha bootylicious mr sandclam has 'n sizzy fo` yizzay next MEENAH: but hustla sweeps n sweeps of dreamin MEENAH: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. you git uze' ta it MEENAH: its jizzay tha same bogus crap yer stizzle brain be just bustin' up n serv'n you again n again MEENAH: so you stizzop pay'n attention n jizzust rizzide out yo' slizzle MEENAH: then git bizzle to business in tha real wizzay lizzay a legit persizzle wit coo' plizzay

(VRISKA) yaba daba dizzle: Huh like this and like that and like this and uh. (VRISKA): I don't thizzle I've had tha same experience, honestly with my forty-fo' mag. (VRIZZAY): Sizzounds like kizzle of a 8umma, ta look at drizzle that way. (VRISKA): I always liked dream'n! I mean, unless they were awfizzle dreams, which was now pass the glock... fairly often. (VRIZZAY) so bow down to the bow wow! 8ut I'd neva sizzle I really gots 8ored of them.

MEENAH: yizzle wizzle MEENAH: you be uh MEENAH: a bizzay younga thiznan me

(VRISKA): I be? (VRISKA): Hm. (VRISKA): Yizneah, I gizzy so. I neva T-H-to-tha-izzought a8out it!

MIZZLE: then again MIZZLE: we fuschizzle ladizzles MEENAH: we sizzorta have ta git uze' ta bein around thugz younga thiznan us ova our full lives MEENAH: lizzy MEENAH: much younga 38\ MEENAH in tha dogg pound: or at lizneast id hizzle ta if i wizzy actizzle alive

(VRISKA): I guess Y-to-tha-izzou're right a8izzle that too. (VRISKA): That pretty fuckizzle up ta thizzay a8out, actually. That if yizzle W-to-tha-izzere alive, yizzy have ta deal wit exist'n nearly forever. (VRISKA): Almost as fucked up as tha fact thizzle you have ta exist nearly foreva while diznead, too!

MEENAH: mmm

(VRISKA): Hizzle thats off tha hook yo.

MEENAH: ?

(VRIZNISKA): Be you ok?

MEENAH: yup

(V-R-I-TO-THA-IZZISKA): You seem really down.

MEENAH: Hollaz to the East Side. no im coo'

(VRISKA): Be you sure?

MEENAH: meh MEENAH, know what im sayin? maybe not MIZZLE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. dizzle matta

(VRISKA): What wrong?

MEENAH: nofin

(VRISKA) in tha mutha fuckin club: Argh, betta check yo self! (VRIZZISKA): You know yizzay can rap ta me, riznight?

MEENAH: yeah

(VRISKA): So tell me!

MEENAH: i dizzle whizzats wrong MEENAH: id tell you if i knizzew

(VRISKA): Be yizzle depresze'?

MEENAH: shrug

(VRISKA) but real niggaz don't give a fuck: It sizzay ta me lizzay yiznou mizzle 8e depresze' a8out sum-m sum-m. (VRISKA): Or just... 'n general?

MEENAH: i dont knooooizzle MEENAH like old skool shit: damn fishska

(VIZZY): Hizzle, it ok ta 8e depresze'. (VRISKA): I think just 8ecauze yoe dead, thizzle doesn't necessarilizzle let you off tha hizzook from hav'n psychological pro8lems. (VRISKA): I'm prizzle sure I provizzle that ta myself on more than one occasion alrizzle in tha mutha fuckin club. :::;)

MEENIZZLE: yeaaah

(VRIZZISKA) spittin' that real shit: So rap ta me! May8e I ciznan H-to-tha-izzelp!

MEENAH: yergh

(VRIZNISKA): Boo-Yaa! What tha 8ig deal ya feelin' me?

MIZZLE: i dooizzle MIZZLE: WAAIZZLE 38(

(VRISKA) but real niggaz don't give a fuck: Sigh so you betta run and grab yo glock. Meenah...

MEENAH: wizzy?? MEENAH: im not good at MEENAH: lizzike MEENAH: talkin MEENAH: 'bout me

(VRISKA): That all you killa rap a8izzle!

MEENAH cuz Im tha Double O G: no i mizzy MEENAH yeah yeah baby: 'n a non aggrandiz'n wizzay

(VRISKA): Oh. Anotha dogg house production.

VRISKA paper'd up: *Cough.*

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The Slim Shady 20

Eminem’s “The Slim Shady LP” came out, I’m told, 20 years ago. Though the album is, in many ways, dated, homophobic, problematic, sexist, and just as differently offensive now as it equally was originally, it’s still extremely excellent. Instead of going too think piece-y, I wanted to write about my favorite bars.

While Eminem’s career definitely hit higher highs with latter releases, this is my favorite album in his catalogue. He was just as angry, but it was channeled; not distorted by fame or worn down by addiction or jaded by lawsuits or persevering through death of loved ones. This was 26-year-old Marshall, getting his head above water in time to start machine gunning expletives at the world around him.

And please remember, in his words, “If I’m talking too fast, it just means you’re listening too slow.”

20.

I wanted an album so rugged, nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh, shit) Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet

Immediate thesis statement.

19.

If I had a magic wand I'd make the world suck my dick without a condom on while I'm on the john

Really dislike this lyric, but it’s unflinching grossness hits every time.

18.

I met a s*** and said, "What up? It's nice to meet ya I'd like to treat you to a Faygo and a slice of pizza”

This lyric does not exist going forward because any success carries you beyond it. Shades of “Exhibit C’s” masterful “When I was sleepin' on the train / Sleepin' on Meserole Ave out in the rain / Without even a single slice of pizza to my name” exactly 10 years later.

17.

This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Doesn’t even rhyme; he hated his fans from the very beginning.

16.

‘Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight, I think I'll write my biggest fan a "fuck you" letter

Gave you every, immediate chance to get away.

15.

I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit

Nah -- you’re way too meticulous, Shady.

14.

I'm not a player, just a ill rhyme sayer That'll spray a aerosol can up at the ozone layer

I like when his evil imagery turns half-baked adolescent; might as well brag about melting ants with your magnifying glass.

13.

Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blades

Some fun internals; plus the part right before taught me what “gaffle” meant.

12.

I just remembered that I'm absent-minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me? (“Uh-uh”) I'm the one who burned your house down (“Oh”) Well, I'm out now (“Shit”)

Two of my favorite circular lines.

11.

Some people only see that I'm white, ignorin' skill 'Cause I stand out like a green hat with a orange bill But I don't get pissed, y'all don't even see through the mist How the fuck can I be white? I don't even exist

Had to address the elephant in the room.

10.

You beef with me, I'ma even the score equally Take you on Jerry Springer and beat your ass legally

Man with a plan.

These are the results of a thousand electric volts, a neck with bolts Nurse, we're losin' him, check the pulse

Always a lab-created monster.

I want to make songs all the fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of So just remember, when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cracked the code for us.

Got b****** on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D They was like, "Gee, I don't know, he might be" I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster"

This one checks many boxes: The D, local-yet-hilariously-dated celeb name check, misogyny, mythical creatures.

But they love it when you make your business public So fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject And if I told you I had AIDS, y'all would play it 'Cause you stupid mothafuckas think I'm playin' when I say it Well, I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead, she's still alive and bitching And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin' It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS-infested I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested

One of the only times he breaks the fourth wall.

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz, baby, and we suin' the courts 'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a ‘2′ in The Source

This was soon corrected.

That's what I did, be smart, don't be a r***** You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped Dee Barnes? “What you say?” What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember? “I'ma kill you, motherfucker” Uh-uh, temper, temper Mr. Dre, Mr. N.W.A, Mr. AK Comin' straight outta Compton, y'all better make way

Distilling Dre’s career -- warts and all -- into a flurry of knockout punches.

I'll listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it Six months later, you'll hear your lyrics on my shit ("That's my shit"!) People don't buy shit no more, they just dub it That's why I'm still broke and had the number-one club hit

Everything we’ve ever learned about Eminem has taught us he’s a tortured obsessive... yet this stretch feels effortlessly perfect. Plus, it gives us a clairvoyant outlook on the perils of massive-success-without-actually-making-money in the YouTube/streaming era.

Me and Marcus Allen went over to see Nicole When we heard a knock at the door, must've been Ron Gold Jumped behind the door, put the orgy on hold Killed them both, then smeared blood on the white Bronco (We did it)

So offensive it almost laps itself back into normalcy. The unflinching “We did it” at the end is psychotic, horrible, and confident.

Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up, y'all, I'm sorry (”But Eminem, this is your record release party!”)

Tried to get out the game on his debut; Jay Electronica would be proud.

Honorable mentions...

I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

There’s something casual about his fantasy murder of his father that really made the end stretch of this hit home. This is the closing of his final verse in “My Name Is”; he was never playing.

Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie “Kids”? No, but I seen the porno with Sun Doobiest

Em’s devil to Dre’s angel.

My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first Somethin' told me, "Try to fake a stomach ache, it works" I screamed, "Ow, my appendix feel like they could burst Teacher, teacher, quick, I need a naked nurse" "What's the matter?" "I don't know, my leg, it hurts" "Leg? I thought you said it was your tummy" "Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee" "Mr. Mathers, the fun and games are over And just for that stunt, you're gonna get some extra homework" "But don't you wanna give me after school detention?" "Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I'ma let him"

Even the teacher wanted him to get his.

Tired of bein' stared at Tired of wearin' the same damn Nike Air hat

Never had to worry about that after this.

* * *

Death section:

- I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end

- The disaster with dreads, I'm bad enough to commit suicide And survive long enough to kill my soul after I'm dead

- The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like 'Cause this is how I am in real life I don't want to just die a normal death, I wanna be killed twice

- And if you ever see a video for this shit I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

- (I'm Slim Shady) So come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me 25 times in the same spot

* * *

I got a wardrobe with an orange robe I'm in the fourth row, signin' autographs at your show

Tries to be unique and boastful... falls apart and gets self-deprecating.

I take a breather and sigh, either I'm high or I'm nuts 'Cause if you ain't tiltin' this room, neither am I

I mean, someone was... right?

We drive around in million-dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards

Eh.

If I had a million bucks, it wouldn't be enough Because I'd still be out robbin' armored trucks

Unquenched desire for chaos.

A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this

Always able to make a risky situation dicier.

Wait, what if there's an explanation for this shit? What, she tripped, fell, landed on his dick?

Solid one liner.

Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad, my blood itches

/eyes pop out

I don't speak, I float in the air, wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat

Super fun hip-hop imagery.

#eminem #the slim shady lp #1999 #music reviews #dr. dre #the eminem show #8 mile #detroit #beastie boys #loch ness monster #kid rock #music #rap #hip-hop #nostalgia #death #mummy #east detroit #nwa

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Rap Monster’s Heavy Rotation

1. 6LACK - PRBLMS lyric

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Alright

[Verse 1] And she said "You a god-damn lie" I ain't mean to say that shit girl I was god-damn high So we left the crib now we in the god-damn ride She lookin' god-damn fine I wanted a bitch who was down to Earth But she want the god-damn sky, uh List of my problems Got this one on my line that won't stop fucking callin' It's crazy I made her that way Every time I see her out, I see the hate in her face Like why you do that? Tell her you love her when next week you just want your space Why you do, why you do that? Tell her you want her but next week you do your own thing Why you do, why you do that? I can't explain it but just know it working for me She text me "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you" But how the fuck can you hate me? When I ain't did shit, but be the real thang She know I'm the real, that'll never change I never been the one to try to explain While you catch them feels I'mma sip on this drank, it's easing my brain

[Hook] I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit) Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit I got real shit to stress about, girl, I ain't worried 'bout shit ('Bout shit) Remember that I tried to build ya, now I ain't worried 'bout shit So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank So I found me a new thang, I'm not as lost as you think Got plenty queens in my hometown, all they need is drank and that dank

[Verse 2] Now I'm like It's a goddamn shame We done crashed, we done burned But baby you the god-damn blame See I wanted love but you wanted god-damn fame Every god-damn thang I wanted a bitch who was on the move But you want to god-damn lay Uh, list of my problems Got this one in my bed and she just wants to sleep Fucking up all of the sheets She only wake up to eat Do this shit every week Like, why you do that? Crying you want to be great, but sleepin' until the next day Why you do that? Don't got that much in the bank, we go out she order the steak Why you do, why you do that? She can't explain it but just know it working for her She claiming she down on her luck but really she don't give a fuck And I cannot make this shit up And I ain't did shit but be the real thang She know I'm the real, that'll never change I won't be the one to try to explain While you catch them feels I'mma sip on this drank, it's easing the pain

2. Aphex Twin - Flim

Instrumental

3. Bon Iver - Perth

I’m tearing up, across your face Move dust through the light To find your name It's something fane This is not a place Not yet awake, I'm raised to make

Still alive who you, love Still alive who you, love Still alive who you, love

In a mother, out a moth Furling forests for the soft Gotta know been lead aloft So I'm ridding all your stories What I know, what it is, it's pouring - wire it up!

You're breaking your ground

4. My Funny Valentine - Chet Baker

My funny Valentine, sweet comic Valentine You make me smile with my heart Your looks are laughable Unphotographable Yet you're my favorite work of art

Is your figure less than Greek? Is your mouth a little weak? When you open it to speak Are you smiling? But don't change a hair for me Not if you care for me Stay little Valentine, stay Each day is Valentine's Day

5. D’Angelo - Really Love

When you call my name When you love me gently When you're walking near me Doo doo wah I'm in really love with you, I'm in really love with you

[CHORUS] When you look at me I open up instantly I fall in love so quickly Doo doo wah I'm in really love with you, doo doo wah I'm in really love with you I'm in really love with you

[BRIDGE] All night beside you I'd lay I love you deep when you come to my bed Doo doo wah, I'm in really love with you Ooh wah, I'm in really love with you

When you touch me there When you make me tingle When our nectars mingle I'm in really love with you, I'm in really love I'm not an easy man, to overstand, you feel me But girl your patient with me Doo doo wah, I'm in really love with you, I'm in really love with you

[CHORUS] All night I wish for you here Lay your head beside my hip Doo doo wah, I'm in really love with you I'm in really love with you

Doo doo wah, I'm in really love with you

I'm in really love with you

Oh how I love the little things you do I'm in really love with you

6. Karaoke - Drake

[Verse 1: Drake] Things have been so crazy and hectic I shoulda gotten back by now But you know how much I wanted to make it It's probably better anyhow So if you gotta go If there's anything I should know If the spotlight makes you nervous If you're looking for a purpose

[Verse 2: Drake] You put the tea in the kettle and light it Put your hand on the metal and feel it But do you even feel it anymore? I remember when you thought I was joking Now I'm off singing karaoke Further than I've ever been So if you gotta go If there's any way I can help

[Verse 3: Drake] Isn't it ironic that the girl I want to marry is a wedding planner And tells me my life is too much and then moves to Atlanta Damn, of all the places you could go I just thought you'd choose somewhere That had somebody that you know I'm always up too late, I worry 'bout you there alone In that place you call your home Warm nights and cold Patron I hope that you don't get known for nothing crazy Cause no man ever wants to hear those stories bout his lady I know they say the first love is the sweetest But that first cut is the deepest I tried to keep us together, you were busy keeping secrets Secrets you were telling everybody but me Don't be fooled by the money, I'm still just young and unlucky I'm surprised you couldn't tell

[Outro] I was only trying to get ahead I was only trying to get ahead But the spotlight makes you nervous And you're looking for a purpose

7. Cleanin Out My Closet - Eminem

Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones - there you go Yeah... yo, yo

Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have; I've been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick as the mind of the motherfucking kid that's behind All this commotion emotions run deep as ocean's exploding Tempers flaring from parents just blow 'em off and keep going Not taking nothing from no one give 'em hell long as I'm breathing Keep kicking ass in the morning and taking names in the evening Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now; I bet ya probably sick of me now ain't you mama? I'mma make you look so ridiculous now

I'm sorry mama! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry; but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet (one more time) I said I'm sorry mama! I never meant to hurt you! I never meant to make you cry, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet

Ha! I got some skeletons in my closet And I don't know if no one knows it So before they thrown me inside my coffin and close it I'mma expose it; I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must have had his panties up in a bunch 'Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No I don't. On second thought I just fucking wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leaving her side Even if I hated Kim, I grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face them today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take them bullets outta that gun 'Cause I'da killed him; shit I would've shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to "The Eminem Show"

Now I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissing But put yourself in my position; just try to envision Witnessing your mama popping prescription pills in the kitchen Bitching that someone's always going through her purse and shit's missing Going through public housing systems, victim of Munchhausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to ya stomach Doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me Ma? But guess what? You're getting older now and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growing up so quick he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's getting so big now; you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her - she won't even be at your funeral! See what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch do your song - keep telling yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get You selfish bitch; I hope you fucking burn in hell for this shit Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? Well guess what, I am dead - dead to you as can be!

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