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petitprincess1 · 4 years

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Good Evening Ch12 (Escalating)

AO3 Link Summary: Angelo gets a surprise visit at night by someone...who is not at all happy to see him. How rude... Words: 2,479 Warning: Gun violence, blood, and murder I'm so freaking sorry for the wait. I have no excuse other than starting up a new story called My Roommate's a Demonic Deer and laziness. I'm so, so sorry. Hope it's worth the wait. ~~~ Also, during that week, Angelo had been bed-ridden the entire time, going in and out of consciousness, due to the immense pain that he was in. Luckily, he was stable enough to do the more private tasks like using the bathroom and bathing himself, so that was a bit of relief for him. He really needed those moments because he was hardly ever alone.

If he wasn’t being checked up on by Baxter, then Cherri was worried about his well being and talking to him about her terrible job. Sir Pentious would also make sure to keep him up to speed about all the news going on in the world by reading the newspaper...fucking old man. Plus, his sister came by with Fat Nuggets, his little piggy, to cheer him up. Granted, his father and Arackniss also came by...so...yeah. Nothing better than you father and brother still questioning your fucking “decision” of “choosing homosexuality”. Angelo wished Vox just killed him...not really, but he was mad.

Also, Charlie and, surprisingly, Vaggie came over once or twice to just talk to Angelo about anything and just to check up on him. It felt both odd and nice that they were all just talking like nothing changed. As if the mob child wasn’t lying in bed with his arm and leg in a cast, a few broken ribs, bruised up body, busted gums and lip, and getting sick of eating soup.

Angelo knew that everyone, excluding his brother and father, were just looking after him, but it was just a bit much. Although, it did make him feel happy that people did care for him this much...but give him some fucking space...please. If anything, Angelo was lowkey wondering why Alastor had yet to show up. Seemed like he didn’t want to leave his side before, what gives?

Now, the mob-child was watching some Baywatch-like TV show and it was boring as all hell. He groaned as he tried to grab the remote, just for sharp pain to go up his side as he attempted to twist his body, causing his eyes to tear up. He flopped back onto the mattress lightly, sighed, and called out as best as he could, “Pennnnnnn! PENNNNNNNNN!! …...PeEeeEEEeeeeEeEeENNNNnNNN!!!!”

Pentious practically kicked the door open and screeched, “Blimey! Shut the fuck up, you bloody plonker!”

Angelo grinned, “Man, ya really went full British~”

Pentious rolled his eyes and gave a huff as he walked into the room, questioning, “What the hell do you want?”

The mob child whimpered like a sad puppy and reached out pathetically to the remote on the nightstand. Pen raised an eyebrow at him, still clearly pissed at Angie calling out to him like that, and walked over to the nightstand. He grabbed the remote...and then tossed it lightly at Angelo’s head.

The boy flinched at the impact, even if it was barely enough to even cause pain. He pouted up at Pen, “Hey, what the hell!? I’m injured ‘ere!”

The older man sat down at the edge of the bed and huffed, “Clearly, you’re not too injured to scream at the top of your lungs. ….How are you feeling?”

Angelo couldn’t help but calm down at hearing his tone soften up a bit. He shifted as much as he could, wincing at a sharp pinch at his side, and replied, “Well...I’m doin’ as good as I can be, especially bein’ stuck in bed and, you know, bein’ broken...and all.”

Sir Pentious’ soft look immediately turned into a look of concern and possible pity. He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say to try to alleviate the situation, and asked, “Uh…perhaps I can do something to help you? You do look really knackered. Do you want anything? Anything at all?”

Angelo hummed, “Oh, yeah, can ya get me a fairy godmother to heal up my wounds, a hit list of everyone that works for Vox, and a M3? Thanks, sweetie~”

“....Uuuuuuhhhhh,” was Pen’s well-detailed and poetic response. Luckily, Cherri and a short latin man, who gave a warm smile to Pen before looking at Angelo worriedly, came walking in. Not necessarily to “save” him, since Cherri immediately punched Pen’s arm, causing him to let a manly yelp, while her face had a light pinkish red as she glared at him, shouting, “What the hell is wrong with you! Don’t yell at Angelo!”

Pentious glowered, “What’s wrong with me!? I’m not the one punching people randomly, you nutter!”

The short man pushed back his naturally, already slicked back, black hair with silver streak and went over to Angelo quickly. He practically shouted, just to assuage the tension, “So, uh, Anthony, how are you?”

The two looked over at Angelo and the mob child huffed, “I already answered this! When can I just get-augh!”

The three jumped at seeing Anthony grip at his ribs tightly and take a deep shuddering breath as his eyes teared up a bit, shutting his eyes tightly. The man mumbled, “I guess that answers my question.”

He fished some pills out from his pocket and was about to help him take the pills, even about to tell Pen to get some water. However, Angelo just snatched the capsules out of his hand and took them dry. He quickly snapped, “I can take my own pills, dammit!”

Pentious was going to yell again, but the doctor reassured, pushing up his glasses, “It’s alright, querido. He’s been stuck in bed for a whole week.” The long-haired man scoffed, “That doesn’t justify him being rude to you, Baxter. You should be more appreciative, Anthony!”

Angelo was about to yell to stop calling him Anthony, but Cherri clapped her hands and gave a soft sigh, “Alright, things are startin’ to escalate, so why don’t ya two maybe, uh, get the fuck out?”

Pen was going to argue more, but Baxter ended up calmly bringing his boyfriend out of the middle of things by taking his hand. He just didn’t wish to deal with a bunch of shouting. Well...more shouting. Pen eventually just huffed and decided to just go out the door, while carrying the bespectacled man in his arms. It caused a lovely rosy color to hit Baxter’s cheeks.

Cherri gagged at the two and then stared at Angelo, sighing, “So, uh, I guess ya ain’t doin’ that well, huh?”

Angelo shook his head and sat up slowly, wincing at the sharp pains wracking his body. The Australian girl wanted to help, but she knew that would just annoy Angie. He grunted, “I...I know that everyone is jus’ tryin’ ta help, but...god, it makes me feel useless. Not only that, but I bet Vox might send people ta finish the job, especially since I ain’t dead.”

“Did you escape or somethin’?”

“No...he let me go, but ya never just attack a mob boss and get out alive,” Angelo informed, causing him to let out a shuddering breath.

Cherri noticed it getting somber, causing her to change the subject and bring up, “Oh, uh, hey! I heard Alastor’s radio station. He talked about some woman’s husband missing and said that the hotel is doing well. I think it helps that Charlie’s dad is visiting more often, something about a helicopter and...uh...”

She trailed off when she noticed Angelo still looking incredibly distraught. She thought that she may have seen a glimmer of intrigue after mentioning Alastor’s name, but that was all. He barely seemed to pay attention to the status of the hotel. Cherri sighed as she reached into her short’s pocket and handed a folded up note to Angelo. She replied, “I found this letter outside your door way earlier. I think it was like 3 am, I heard some noise...uh...yeah. I’ll just leave it here…”

She placed it on the nightstand near his bed and then told him, “We all want ya to get better, Angie, and maybe even Vox to go through hell. Just...don’t do anything dumb, okay?”

Cherri then got up off of the bed and started walking towards the door, giving one glance over her shoulder at Angelo before leaving out of the room. Angelo sighed as he grabbed the letter, feeling awful for going silent on Cherri. He unfolded the paper and skimmed over the words.

When the mob-child got to the end of the letter, he felt both shocked, questionable, and worried. The letter was written by Alastor, who somehow snuck into Pen’s house, and...he was coming over tonight. ~~~ Angelo was slightly turning in bed, waiting for Alastor to come to the house. Granted, he wasn’t too excited to see what he was bringing back as a meal, but he was sure that he wouldn’t serve humans again. ...Well, he hoped so. It wasn’t like it was too much of a stretch considering what he saw in that gumbo. It still made him feel ill to this day. Plus, it didn’t help since Al seemed very excited.

Angelo just sighed as he placed his back on the pillow and was about to go to sleep, but stopped when he heard footsteps. He lifted his head up a little and groaned, “Hey, Al, can ya give me a hint as ta what yer makin’? I just don-”

He stopped when he saw a shadow in the hall of a woman that definitely didn’t look like Cherri’s. Before he could question, he heard the sound of a gun being cocked and then a revolver being aimed into the room. He saw a woman coming into view, but didn’t pay attention to anything but the shaky gun. Angie started, “Wh-Whoa! Hey, d-don’t do any-”

The woman whisper-shouted, “Shut up, just...shut up! You...You killed him!”

Angelo looked very confused and she sniffled, cheeks and nose a bright red, “Jonathan...he w-worked...a-at your ex-boss’ wareh-house. ...H-He was standing guard la-last week.”

Angelo barely had any memory of who all worked under Val and Vox, but it could have been a possibility. No one knows about the warehouse or that it’s Val’s. He gulped, “H-Hey, I’ve been st-stuck in bed an-”

“I told you-!” She took a deep breath as her finger went towards the trigger, making Angelo feel his heart jump to his throat. He looked around the place as he sat up in bed quite quickly, probably making it harder to believe that he was injured in the first place.

The woman went on, stepping closer and aiming the gun at his head, “Th-They told m-me...they f-found remains i-in the fu-furnace. Vox said...th-they don’t kn-now if i-it’s his, but...he has-sn’t come back. O-Our kids...a-are so sc-scared...they don’t...th-they just w-want...him…” she trailed off as she placed a hand to her mouth to try to quiet her sobbing, turning away and lowering the revolver.

Angelo was trying to slowly slide out of bed to try and get some kind of weapon. Unfortunately, the gentle thud of his toes hitting the wooden floor. The woman immediately shot up and aimed the gun back at his head. Angie gulped and tried to calm her again, “Listen...I promise ya...I did not kill yer husband, alright? I-I’ve been stuck here. I mean...ya can clearly see that Vox did a number on me...right…?”

He got a bit distracted when he saw Cherri appear behind the woman, opened her eyes widely, and then quickly retreated to possibly find a weapon. Angelo continued, wanting to stall, “So....what’s your n-”

“I’m not telling you my goddamn-”

“Whoa-ho-ho! I’ve clearly come in a bad time!”

The woman quickly turned around and aimed the gun at the person behind her. Angelo oddly felt relieved at seeing Alastor standing there with his perma-smile, but also had no idea where this was going to go. Al just calmly walked inside and stepped around the lady, humming a little tune. She whimpered, “H-How did you g-get in here!? Wh-Where did you come fr-from!? I...I heard y-your voice...the radio broadcast, right?”

Alastor nodded, walking in-between her and Angelo, “Yes...you’re Traci? The one that lost her husband, I suppose? ...Why are you going to shoot, Anthony?” Traci glared and sniffled, wiping her eyes, “Because he’s the one that killed him!”

Al raised an eyebrow and hummed, “And you know that...how?”

The lady looked around for a few seconds, messing with her hair and the scarf around her neck. She muttered, “I-I-I just kn-now about him g-getting hurt. Cl-Clearly, he ratted o-out to his batshit f-family! His sist-ter is just as f-fucking stupid a-as he is, so-”

“Now, now, no need to go throwing around insults. You’re already aiming a gun at a questionably innocent mad, don’t have to be even more callous,” Alastor chuckled, as if he was just having a normal conversation. It once again reminded Angelo that this man was not sound of mind. Cherri came back with a wooden field hockey stick and was slowly creeping on the lady. Traci started, “But he-”

Al walked closer to her, being calm and collected, “You...don’t know what he did. You’re just accusing him of something. I’m sure that the police are doing whatever they can, but...Traci...no need to get yourself in trouble. Your kids need you, correct? You do have kids, right?”

Traci was almost near sobbing again, causing Cherri to halt in her movements out of guilt, and she nodded. He walked closer, feeling the revolver press to his chest, and calmly asked, “Please, Traci, give the gun. ...We won’t press charges.”

She sniffled and whimpered, trembling where she stood. She let out a loud sob as she handed the gun to Alastor, who took the gun calmly. Angelo let out a breath and noticed that Pen and Baxter joined Cherri. The three looked calmer considering that everything had become quieter.

Alastor backed away from Traci, causing her to just break down and hugged herself. He looked down at the revolver and let out a long hum. Al then gave out quite a cute guilty as he informed, “Traci, don’t you know that when you threaten with a gun, you have to take the safety off! Silly!”

“Wha-” that was all that Traci said as she slowly lifted her head and a bullet went right through her head, causing a bit of blood splatter. Unfortunately, it got mostly onto Cherri and the wall, making the punk scream out in terror and Pen almost throw up. Her scream covered up the sound of Traci’s body falling onto the floor.

Alastor muttered, “I thought it would be messier than that...hmm…” He tossed the gun onto the bed and smiled at Angelo, who just muttered, “Nice shot...I guess…”

“I made grilled venison!”

“Oh...neat.”

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hela-of-ren · 6 years

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Dancing in the Dark: Rain

Part twoooooo, PART TWOOOOOOOOOOO. Enjoy my little dumplings! <3

Warnings: All the FLUFF

It seemed like forever since you’d run into Kylo, the two of you still in each others arms as if you couldn’t understand what was happening between you. The instant spark of magic hit you like a truck and it was taking you a very long time to recover.

Kylo wasn’t much better off either. He couldn’t stop taking in your face over and over. The elegant twist of your hair style, light smattering of glitter around your eyes, and the natural makeup that enhanced your eyes had him starstruck. He’d wanted to meet you as soon as that curtain closed, but he never imagined it would be like this.

“Y/N, I am so sorry dear I-” Maz’s apologetic voice sounded from behind as you turned slightly in Kylo’s arms, “Ah, Kylo...may I ask what you’re doing with my prima ballerina?” Her face took on a disapproving look as she gave Kylo a cold gaze. You felt the need to defend him.

“Maz, please, it was my fault! I ran too fast to keep up with you and I slammed into him, but Mr. Ren caught me before I could fall.” You implored her to understand, hoping she wouldn’t misunderstand the situation.

Maz looked at you with a hidden warmth underneath her stern expression, you really were to kind and too good for the rest of the world. She had known Kylo since he was a young boy, being close with the Organa-Solo family. He’d been a quiet and polite boy, but recent years had hardened him and made everything about him a bit too suspicious for her liking. It also wasn’t a secret how he’d had his short lived flings with various beautiful women.

“I see, well, my apologies for my part in this.” Maz replied and looked to Kylo, “You don’t mind if I steal her then? There are a few people I want to introduce her to.” Kylo let go of your waist as you let go of his arms.

“Of course, I apologize.” Kylo looked as if he’d been kicked while down and you couldn’t help but wonder why his eyes screamed with loneliness. As he began to walk away, you gently grabbed his shoulder and looked at Maz.

“I’ll be right with you, Maz. I just have to thank Mr. Ren.” You could tell she was hesitant to leave you alone.

“Very well, meet me by the north pillar.” She nodded to Kylo and walked away. You turned around to meet his curious yet hopeful eyes.

“Thank you again for catching me, I’m not normally that clumsy.” You smiled and he couldn’t help but smile back.

“Really, it’s alright…” He trailed off trying to find something else to say until you spoke up.

“Listen, do you...do you have a pen?” You questioned. He furrowed his brow in confusion before searching through his pockets, bringing out an expensive pen encased in chrome linings. You smiled and took it only to grab his hand and begin writing on his wrist. He looked at your face as you finished, capping the pen and putting it into his breast pocket, “I hope it’s not too forward of me, but that’s my number. I...I would really like to get to know you, Mr. Ren.” You silently hoped he wouldn’t take this as you trying to throw yourself at him.

He looked at his wrist as if he couldn’t believe what you had just asked, the silence beginning to make you nervous until he let a small smile crack his face.

“I would like that, I’d like that very much.” He responded. You smiled and nodded once in excitement, turning to leave, “And Y/N?” You stopped and turned back to look at him. “Please call me Kylo.” You smiled even bigger before responding.

“See you soon then...Kylo.” You gave one last shy wave and made your way to Maz. Kylo watched you as until you disappeared into the crowd, bringing his wrist up to look at the neatly written numbers again. A feeling of excitement began to overtake him as he quickly pulled out his phone and typed your number into his contacts.

Maybe this night hadn’t been a total failure after all.

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Two days had passed since you had met Kylo, since then you’d been texting each other attempting to set up a date.

A date, god how long had it been since you’d been on a date? He had suggested taking you to La Cantina, a rather fancy restaurant in the nicer part of town. Before you could voice any concerns over the priceyness of the establishment, he assured you that money was not something you needed to worry about with him.

You stood at your closet trying to decide what dress to wear when your phone buzzed. You walked over in your underwear and looked to see a text from Kylo signaling he’d be at your apartment in 30 minutes.

Oh gods, you needed to get dressed! You looked back and forth between your two favorite options with nerves rolling off of your body. What if he didn’t like what you chose? What if he thought you were being too forward and was only doing this to be polite? What if he was actually ten times older than you? What if-

No. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, willing yourself to calm down. Whatever the case, you needed to take a chill pill and be your damn self. Sure you’d had some bad past dates within the past year, but you wouldn’t let that ruin your night. You ended up going with a lovely black number that was long sleeved and showed off your shoulders. The length stopped just above your knees and hugged your curves flawlessly; paired with a pair of nude kitten heels, you felt pretty damn good.

You walked back to the mirror and primped your hair one last time, opting to go for soft 1940’s waves and minimal makeup save for a simple cat eye and nude lip gloss. You grabbed your clutch just as your doorbell buzzed.

“Coming!” You announced and briskly made your way down the hall, taking a deep breath and smoothing out your dress before opening the door.

He felt his breath catch when your door opened, you were an absolute vision in black and he felt like a creep for how he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He cleared his throat and held out his hand.

“You look lovely, Y/N.” You put your hand in his only for him to gently grasp it and kiss the back of your hand. Oh gosh, his lips felt like clouds. You felt the blush over taking your cheeks as you managed to respond.

“You look very handsome yourself.” He looked at his pristine black suit and back at you with a smirk.

“What, this old thing?” You chuckled at his attempt to make you comfortable, but appreciated it nonetheless. He held out his arm in a silent offering causing you to smile and gently grasp his bicep.

*An hour later*

You sat with rapt attention as Kylo explained about what he did for First Order Corp, your eyes flickering between his lips and eyes every now and then.

Besides the fact that the man had offered to take you to one of the nicest restaurants in town, he had also gotten the two of you a private booth with romantic candle light and a beautiful view of the pier. The moon was full and bright, reflecting onto the water in a beautifully bright ombre effect.

You picked up your glass of merlot and sipped slowly, watching him with rapt attention as he spoke with his hands.

“But enough about me, tell me more about you. How did you come upon dancing?” His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, almost distracting you from answering.

“I’ve always been attracted to it, really. When I was little I’d watch repeats of the ballerinas at Christmas perform the Nutcracker or Swan Lake. It started as something that could distract me from…” You trailed off, realizing you were getting too personal, “...from life in general.” Kylo noticed the hitch, but said nothing so as not to make you uncomfortable. “After a while I found myself wanting to be like them, to move and dress like they did. Maz knew my family pretty well so I really owe any lessons and skills I have to her, she saw something that I didn’t and she went with it.” You smiled at the memory of your first lesson with Maz.

“Dance is...something I can’t justify with words. The feeling of telling a story through your body and music alone is one of the best feelings in the world, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” You smiled gently as he leant forward.

“You’re very passionate,” He breathed out, “I admire that, not a lot of people do what they love anymore.” His eyes followed the tilt of your head.

“Do you?” He went to respond before you beat him to it, “Do you do what you love, I mean.” You clarified. Kylo looked down with an expression of deep thought, you feared maybe you ahd crossed a line after a few seconds of silence.

“It started that way, I think. I wanted to do something that would produce success, something that would get me a name for myself and First Order Corp was that place.” He spoke as if he was remembering a fleeting memory, “Sometimes I wish I could do some of the things I missed out on as a kid,” He chuckled, “I use to think I would become a famous mechanic…” He trailed off and you leaned forward in question.

“Why didn’t you?” You questioned.

“It wasn’t realistic, my family has always been known for their success in big business. I had to follow in their footsteps, I suppose.” He looked angry for a moment before a look of melancholy took its place, “I would always go to work with my mother when I was little. She knew how bored I was, but she didn’t have much of a choice when my dad couldn’t watch me; at least not until she got rich enough to hire a nanny. Anyway, sometimes she’d play the radio in her office and stand me on her feet so I could dance with her, an impromptu ballroom as it were. I enjoyed it for a time.” He stopped mid sentence as if uncomfortable, you reached out and gently grabbed his hand.

“You don’t have to go on.” You squeezed his hand comfortingly, his own fingers entangling in yours after a moment in a silent thanks. He let go after a few minutes to signal the waiter.

“How do you feel about milkshakes?” He asked with a roguish glint in his eye. You smiled brightly in return.

“I’m all about that life.” He smiled just as brightly.

Kylo not only knew about fancy restaurants, but also where to find a damn good milkshake that wasn’t a diner. He had driven the two of you to a small line of trucks that were lit with fairy lights and lined with picnic benches, a food truck festival of sorts. You stood with Kylo beside Jabba’s Shakes, a look of pure contentment on your face as you sipped your milkshake.

“This has to be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. How does he get it to be so thick?!” Kylo chuckled at your obvious delight and sipped his own strawberry shake.

“That’s something even I don’t know. The man could totally expand if he wanted to, but he always tells me he’s content with his truck so I leave it alone.” He took a final sip and threw his cup in the trash, you removing your lid and gulping down the remaining ice cream. You threw the empty cup away and looked up at Kylo as he attempted to stifle a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” You pouted. He allowed himself to let a small laugh out before moving closer to you.

“You’ve got a little something right…” His hand held your cheek as his thumb removed the remaining milkshake on your upper lip, “...here.” He trailed of when he realized how close you were and what he’d just done. You leaned your cheek more into his hand, your eyes flickering to his lips as he got closer. His own eyes began to close when-

BOOM

The sound of thunder rumbled into the night as the skies opened up in a downpour. Families and couples scrambled to get back to their cars in a panic as you let out a squeal at the sudden feeling of rain. Kylo knew he had parked far due to how busy the festival was and panicked at how he would keep you as dry as possible. What if you got pissed at him for the sudden weather? Most women he’d come across always seemed to freak out when their hair or makeup were messed up.

Thinking quickly, he took off his jacket and placed it over your head as a last ditch effort to keep you covered. By the time he was able to get a good look at you, he noticed you were laughing in pure delight. He found himself laughing along as he watched you turn your face upwards to the sky in an attempt to catch the water on your tongue. By the time your laughter had died down, you found yourself looking at Kylo in very much the same way as when you first saw him.

His white shirt was soaked through, his hair sticking to his face and neck and his eyes darker than you’d ever seen. He too had stopped laughing and tucked the coat around you more, hands coming up to wipe rain drops from your face. You parted your lips, entranced by the way the rain slid down his face and almost connected the moles and freckles on his face like constellations.

He cupped your face in his warm hands after wiping away the remaining drops, thumbs lightly stroking under your cheekbones as his eyes flickered to your lips. You felt the last bit of patience leave as you surged forward the rest of the way and connected your lips in a rain soaked kiss, your hands coming to clutch his expensive drenched shirt.

Kylo let out a low groan at the feeling of your lips on his, the rain adding to the overall ecstasy of the kiss. It had always been a secret fantasy of his to share a kiss in the rain, but this was better than anything he could have ever dreamed of. He smiled into the kiss as your arms wound around his neck, his own lowering to your waist in order to lift you up.

Your hands entangled into his wet hair as he took your bottom lips between his own in a gentle suck, tongue following to dance with your own. The rain dripped and slid between your passionate kiss, his arms only holding you tighter the more wet it got.

After what seemed like hours, you broke the kiss to rest your forehead on his. Your mingled breaths coming out in harsh pants against each, his eyes still closed from the feeling of pure passion. You placed another kiss onto the bridge of his nose, prompting his eyes to open and look up at you in his arms.

“I think now is a good time as any to introduce you to my fireplace.” He husked out. You let out a breathy chuckle in response.

“That sounds perfect.” Before you could unwind your arms from around him, Kylo had adjusted you so that he was carrying you bridal style and running back to the car; your laugh drifting off into the night.

#kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #kylo ren #reader insert #kylo ren fanfiction #CEO!Kylo #ballerina!reader #star wars #star wars au #kyloholic

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thirdpartygymeero · 7 years

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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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