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onetwothreefarkle · 3 years

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Hi Charlie, 57 with Seblos please! ❤️

Hi Quill! Thanks for the prompt. This drabble is kinda weird because the prompt is towards the end, but I hope you still like it! It's future fic with lots of canon references (and some HSM refs). CW for tabloid gossip content in the first two paragraphs --- none of the gossip is actually true. Also there's a surprise at the end!

Being a public figure wasn’t always easy. Balancing the pressures of social media and the desire to live authentically and the need for privacy was challenging. Seb has always known it would be the necessary cost of his Broadway dreams, and so did Carlos. Early on they had decided to keep their relationship out of the public eye. They knew they loved each other, everyone in their lives knew they loved each other. The world didn’t matter.

Sure, sometimes it was hard. When Seb spent too much time with a costar, every tabloid and website would run with the hot story of his new, sizzling romance. Or there was the time everyone thought Carlos was having an affair with his (married) director. Those moments were never fun, but they got through them all together, with their privacy intact. And Seb was fine with that. Maybe sometimes he fantasized about walking the Tonys carpet arm-in-arm, but he really was okay with keeping their relationship away from scrutiny.

This is why he was caught off guard when he got home that evening and saw his boyfriend pacing the living room of their small apartment, wringing his hands nervously.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Seb dumped his stuff on the floor and was in front of Carlos almost instantly.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Carlos bit his lip. “There’s just something I want to talk to you about, and I’m not sure how you’ll react.”

Seb took Carlos’s shaking hands in his. “Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together, like we always do.”

Carlos nodded. “I know, I know, it’s just--”

“Carlos, take a breath,” Seb squeezed his hands. “No mountain’s too high, remember?”

Carlos took a deep breath and seemed to pull himself together. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Seb smiled reassuringly. “You wanna tell me what this is about now?”

“Maybe we should sit first,” Carlos suggested, voice lilting upwards so it came out sounding more like a question than a statement.

“Sure,” Seb agreed. They moved a few steps over to the couch and sat down, still face to face.

“So,” Carlos started. “I’ve been thinking.”

“A dangerous pastime.”

“Shut up.” Carlos rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips betrayed him, turning up into a smile. “I’ve been thinking that I want to go public with our relationship.”

Seb blinked. “Oh.”

“I know we agreed to keep our relationship private, but I just…” Carlos shrugged. “I love you and I want the world to know how proud I am to call you my partner.”

“Oh,” Seb said again, softer this time. “What brought this on?”

“I saw this comment on Instagram, from some kid talking about looking up to me, and I realized,” Carlos swallowed. “How can I be a role model if I’m not being completely honest about myself?”

Seb simply nodded, processing.

“You told me in high school that I inspired you,” Carlos continued. “That was because I was loud about who I am.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

“Just a couple of days,” Carlos shrugged, looking askance.

“I want to,” Seb said slowly. “But I’m scared.”

“I’m scared, too,” Carlos interlocked their hands again. “Of course I am. But we’ve got each other, like you said. We can climb this mountain. Together.”

Seb gripped Carlos’ hands tightly. He was still scared to take the plunge, of course, but he trusted Carlos would be there to catch him if he fell. “Okay,” he said finally. “Okay, let’s do it. What do you have in mind?”

“I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, so maybe just a simple Instagram post?”

“Mine or yours?” Seb asked.

“I can put it on mine,” Carlos decided. He opened his phone and began scrolling through their photos. “We look so good in all of these, how do I choose?”

Seb snorted. “We could take a new one?”

“Maybe,” Carlos considered for a moment, continuing to scroll until his eyes lit up. “This is perfect.”

He showed Seb the picture.

Seb flushed. “Seriously?”

“It’s a great picture, Seb,” Carlos insisted.

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.” Carlos focused on his phone, typing out a short message to go with the picture.

They were quiet for a moment, Carlos typing and Seb trying not to read over his shoulder. After a minute or so of this, Carlos looked up.

“Ready to break the internet?” He asked, holding up the drafted post.

Seb scanned it quickly. “I think you should be asking the internet that question.”

“Oh,” Carlos smirked. “I already know the world isn’t ready for us."

Seb looked up from the phone. “You’re probably right.”

“Do you approve of the post?” Carlos asked.

Seb nodded. “Go ahead.”

Carlos did, tossing his phone down onto the couch as soon as the photo was posted. “I’m suddenly terrified.”

“Me too,” Seb admitted.

“Good thing we’ve got each other, then.” Carlos wrapped his arms around Seb and burrowed his head into Seb’s chest.

Seb pressed a kiss to the top of Carlos’s head. “It’s the best thing.”

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calypsoff · 3 years

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Sixty Two. Part 3

I laughed out at my mother texting me; she is screaming in my messages that she saw me on the news. Locking my phone still smiling, how life has changed me and fast, I was just a nobody and came out of jail and now I’m front row at the Grammys, sitting next to my pregnant wife that just so happen to be Rihanna, to me that is wild because I am with Rihanna but when I say Robyn I feel better. I am sat on a row with famous people, very famous people but like Jay Z is sat on the row behind us, I would assume that he would have been sat in front but here I am, a normal nigga sat front row “what was you laughing at?” Robyn finally finished gossiping, I thought I would have left her to it and let her finish her little conversation “my mom’s text me screaming about seeing me on TV, saying how proud she is and how beautiful you look. She is doing the most, so I was laughing at that” I’m still in disbelief that I’m sat here “I love Joyce, she is so cute” rolling my eyes as Robyn said that because my mother be doing the most “so when you performing? I am only here for you, team Rihanna?” Robyn poked her lips out and placed her hand in mine “I am performing soon, and then again later in the show, don’t worry it won’t be that boring. You’re here for me” shaking my head “I don’t find it boring; I find it do surreal. Like that I am here with you, I think when I see this and I see the love you get, to see people go crazy over you it comes back to me that you’re not just anyone, to me you’re Robyn you know that but when I am here seeing what I am seeing, you’re so loved. It’s amazing to see the love you get” Robyn cooed out “oh and I saw your ex in the back, look like he got slapped in the face” Robyn would look behind her to check, she is stupid “can’t see being that far back, only losers sit in the back” Robyn is right.

Clapping my hands as Frank Ocean won an award, this is very much draining like seeing the people go up and collect their award and so, and so on. I am just waiting for Robyn to get her ass on stage, feeling a kiss to my cheek and then Robyn wiped my cheek. Looking over at Robyn grinning “I am super proud of you; you have really just supported me and just been there for me. Also put up with me” biting on my bottom lip “having to put up with the both of you” placing my hand on her bump “hey, the baby is the innocent one here. Just me, I have been very much emotional and doing the most and I know that I have and you have put up with me” nodding my head slowly, this photographer and camera crew just came right in front of us “just act normal” Robyn said in a whisper looking at the stage, she said act normal but I ended up looking into the camera licking my lips, is it live or something, but I mean the camera would be facing Frank not me. Everyone started clapping and then so did I, I have no idea what they were saying but the camera left, and the photographer remained “quick picture he said” looking at Robyn “sir, you” looking at him “oh” I smiled awkwardly “I will be going now to get ready to perform, just stay here. Rorrey will be out ok? Rich is here” nodding my head “kill it out there” pressing a kiss to her lips as she got up from the seat, watching Robyn walk off. Her booty has definitely come out and I am not even complaining “you’re my sister husband?” looking down the row seeing Kaye speaking to me “erm yeah” I said smiling “yeah, yeah. You treat my sister good” nodding my head agreeing.

Putting up two fingers at the camera as Rorrey took a picture of us “I really find these award shows boring unless my sister is winning something, they drag. Three hours for what, like what the fuck am I doing with myself. Shall I send this to you, or you just repost?” Rorrey asked “I will repost, and I know. I understand now, I am like wen is this ending but Robyn is coming out soon, like now?” I am sure she is; I think LL Cool J is announcing Robyn on the stage “she seemed nervous to you?” all I do is speak through people’ speech but I be bored “erm no, she was excited. I think she said because it’s her last for a while, she is going to enjoy it and have fun. But people in this place are fake bro, you got to know this shit. They aren’t real, they are just full of shit. It’s all a game, Robyn just keeps herself to herself and it’s the best way you know” Rorrey is right, and I do believe him when he says it “oh I think it’s Robyn’ turn” I pointed out “right now one of the biggest popstars on planet earth, and possibly elsewhere. Please welcome Rihanna” LL Cool J said, my smile grew and the screams from around the place was sharp, clapping my hands as the paino played the intro. Squinting my eyes to see what she is wearing because I don’t see her wearing ref “she is wearing black” I pointed, her bump looks so hidden unless you look from the side “she looks so good” I smiled, I know personally she was nervous about this. That is really my wife on that stage “woo!” I shouted clapping; I am about to make all the noise.

“Not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move” I sang along with Robyn, I mean of course I would. That is my wife, and I am her biggest fan “she looks so amazing” I am super proud of her, standing up as soon as her last note finished “yes Robyn!” I clapped my hands loudly as I could, the crowd gradually joined in. A standing ovation and Robyn stood there awkwardly as she put her head down, not knowing where to put her face. She is feeling shy, and I do not blame her. She bowed her head and turned off “where does she go now?” I asked, do I go there to meet her or wait here “she will go backstage to get changed or come back here in just the new outfit” sitting back down, I just want to know that she is ok. That is what means the most to me, sitting back down on the seat “Robyn is invited to the afterparty, but she said she is going to decline but I really want her to go, she was already complaining about being tired” that sounds about right with Robyn, to complain about being tired already. So is Robyn coming back out or not, I am not even sure now, but I got Rorrey here with me.

Robyn and Rorrey changed places, she is back finally “took your time” Robyn is still wearing the black dress, she huffed out “I was so nervous actually, so nervous that I was sick backstage” my eyes widened, she didn’t seem it “really? You was that nervous? You didn’t seem it at all, are you ok?” how could I not notice that, but she looked fine “I have perfected the art of looking just fine Chris so don’t worry about it, I got on with it and I did it, what you think, did I do well?” nodding my head “amazing, a little scratchy here and there” she hit my arm as I laughed out “I am joking, stop it” shaking my head, Robyn and I are so deep in conversation that we didn’t realise that Rakim is on stage, for what exactly I am not sure. That nigga is tiny as hell “how you date a man so short?” I had to say it “because I didn’t wear heels when around him” good answer, I guess “here are the nominees for best contemporary album” he said “oh god, really. I hope I don’t win now” Robyn sat back “what do you mean?” she was going to turn to me but there is a camera right there “is this your category?” she nodded her head, this is messy. I feel like this was done on purpose, frowning at the screen trying not to scowl too much but this is fucked up.

The crowd clapped as the videos ended “lot of good contenders in this category” I will knock his little ass out “and the winner is” clenching my jaw hoping my praying she misses out, I rather she misses out then her go up there to that nigga. I am annoyed as hell “the beautiful Rihanna” I sighed out, it would be her. Looking over at Robyn as I got up and clapped my hands, clapped more in anger then anything “congratulations” I said as Robyn hugged me, I guess she got to put a show on now. Robyn walked off to go to the stage but there is steps she needs to go up, going around the cameraman and going up behind Robyn “let me help you up” I said, holding Robyn’ hand as I walked up the steps with her “thank you baby” not going to lie I am sweating knowing everyone is staring, jogging back down the steps and making my way back to the seat. Looking behind me, Robyn gave him a hug, she hugged him. I hate that nigga, sitting down in a huff “wow, another Grammy” she giggled “thank you, I just want to thank my team. They have been tirelessly working day and night for me, to get this album out I had to move the team in the home, and it was a different feel. I want to thank god for blessing me in so many ways” she pointed at her bump, the crowd cheered “and my husband for putting up with my hard working schedule and the moments where I am away and having to deal with a lot. He made me a mother and a wife all in one and I think this is a good maternity leave present” Robyn laughed “thank you” clapping as she walked off.

Pulling a face seeing Rorrey “you back again?” where the hell is Robyn “she is performing again nigga, you got me. Smile” side eyeing him, it’s a break right now “I was about to go and see some of the OVO niggas” Robyn probably couldn’t be bothered to come back out after the award collecting, making my way towards Drake “you walk so slow, like the break is literally over. So are you coming to the afterparty?” Drake asked “erm no, I don’t think I will be. Why, anything good happening” I mean he did ask “just was asking, so what do you think to you coming to Canada, play some basketball and hang out. Kyrie is coming, we can just hang out? Also I have some gear for you too, pick it up” that sounds so good “your house is dope as hell, I am coming. You know that I will, and if Kyrie is there I am there, I don’t want to break your ankles now. I need some real ass basketball platers” Drake pushed me “shut up, it was one mistake but cool. I will text you the date, better sit back down now” they starting again, I kind of get what Rorrey means by this shit being so long because I am tired as hell, this is for Robyn of course.

Squinting my eyes, there is Bruno and some white man on stage, and I refuse to get up because I just like to see Robyn. Bopping my head and Rorrey laughed out “I noticed it, you always start moving when the camera comes around” I chuckled “you notice, I just need to look happy. These shoes are hurting my feet too, I think Robyn is coming out. Getting up seeing my beautiful wife, she has arrived to make the stage even better. I wolf whistled “she looks amazing” bopping my head smiling, I probably look so whipped, but I don’t care “could you be loved” I sang, this is actually amazing that I have forgotten about my feet hurting. Squinting my eyes, Robyn better calm her ass down dancing like that on stage “she ain’t letting no baby get in the way” Rorrey said, he is right, but she needs to not do that, but she is.

It took me forever to get backstage, like so fucking long. They wouldn’t let me or even Rorrey there until weird enough, Jay Z helped us. He was like I know these two, the security guard was racist, I am just saying that. He knew who we was, he tried to make out we can only be in the crowd like I was a damn fan, I was getting annoyed and then Rorrey was too until Jay just came out of nowhere and said one word, now we here “I was calling you, what happed?” she is calling me but there I was trying to get here “little sis, we was trying too. Security was trying to make out we was fans, Jay had to help us” sitting down next to Robyn “aint there no slides here? My feet hurt” leaning down untying my laces “don’t do that, honestly it makes it worse. Just let’s go home, there is no slides here” I guess she has a point “you had to hug your ex?” I had to say it “it was not a hug, it was more like a awkward one, just a side one. I had too, I gave the other guy a hug, it was nothing. I literally gave you a shoutout so don’t” she has a point, but I dislike that nigga “true but I just want to say, how proud I am of Robyn, she killed it out there and then won an awards, now it’s time for you to relax. Enjoy the pregnancy, it’s your time twin” placing my arm around her “awww thank you poppa” besides that shit I am proud of Robyn.

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hakim-sankofa · 3 years

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soccer dreams

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I roll over to slap my alarm clock to shut it off. “Oh my goddd” I moan, rubbing my eyes “another monday morning.” I’m feeling kind of sluggish I think to myself. I hear my mom waking my little twin brothers up for school and I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for school. I head downstairs and gave my mom a hug and grabbed my waffles and she made me out the toaster. “Bye mom have a good day, love you” I knew I wouldn’t see my mother till the next morning. I have soccer practise every day after school till 9:30pm. “Come on y'all I don’t wanna be late” I tell my brothers to hurry and come with me grabbing both of their hands and walk to the bus stop like we do every day. We don’t have a car and my mom works nights so she sleeps during the day, which means I’m responsible for dropping my little brothers off at their school before I head to my own every morning . Today, all I have on my mind and all I can think about is my team's final game this weekend. My soccer teammates and I have worked all season for this moment and this opportunity to play in the finals. I’m really excited but can’t shake the nerves hidden beneath my excitement. I say goodbye to my brothers Aaron and Shawn leaving them at the entrance to their school “remember who you are and what you represent” I told them. My dad said that to us before we left the house everyday. He passed away from brain cancer last year. It's been really hard on us but we're strong and we are all working to rebuild. I remind myself that now that there's no man in the house I have to fill that role. I stand tall and walk with confidence as I remind myself of this reality.

Every minute of every day during school this week seems to drag on. I stare at the clock blinking repeatedly several times, “is the second hand even moving?” I ask myself. I convince myself that clock is in fact broken. Snapping back to attention as Ms. Sanders calls on me “Mikah, have you been paying attention?” “yes” I mumble “then you will have no problem telling me what the chemical compound for Cl2O4 is, right?” as I answer hesitantly, “chlorosyl chlorate?” “yes, that’s correct,” she says with a hint of surprise in her voice. Lucky guess. I do alright in school but my heart is in soccer. That's my ticket to a good school. That's my ticket out. It's been the same routine everyday. Wake up, drop the twins off, then school, pick them up, cook, help with homework, then ride my bike to soccer, rinse and repeat. Time seems to crawl like a tortoise in no hurry.

Finally! Saturday is here! My eyes spring open waking up before my alarm clock. I take a quick shower and put on my number. I shove all my gear in my bag and text my coach to make sure he's coming to pick me up for the game. We drive towards downtown as I see the sun coming up above the skyline. “You nervous?” he asked while keeping his eyes on the road, “not really, I’m actually hyped” as I half lie “well good, just making sure.” “Imma need my star player to be in the right headspace on the field so is there anything you need to talk about?” “no I’m straight for now” “you know I pulled some strings and got some college scouts at the game, so make sure you play like to have been all seasons and have some fun” “ight, bet I’m not planning to let you the team or myself down” “that's what I like to hear son.” we sit in silence for a minute. “will UCLA be there?” I asked shyly. Coach chuckled and nodded yes. “Cool my dream school. Let's get ready.” i think to myself

We pull up to the field and meet with the team. We start doing high knees and sprints to warm up until kickoff. The refs blow their whistles to signal the captains to the middle of the field, I start jogging with my teammate to half field as my heart starts pounding like thunder in my chest. He flips the coin “TAILS” I call out. “Yes,” I think. We get possession first as we jog back to our benches. We line up in our formation for kickoff. TWEEEEEE! The refs blows his whistle and the game is off. I take the ball up the side as fast as I can and cut into the middle of the field. I pass and do a one two. The ball comes back to me, and I hit it with all my stress, anger and passion from the world that has built inside me and GOOOAAAAALLLLLLL!!! Everyone starts cheering and I look into the crowd. There, I see my mom and little brothers standing and clapping and cheering my name. Wow, I am so surprised. She took off work to come to my game. My eyes started to water. The game continues and then the halftime whistle is called. We have our head held high jogging of the fields with a 1-0 lead.

The second half starts right after the ref blows his whistle and boom we’re off. Their team passes back and forth smoothly without messing up, and the ball glides across the field out of our team’s reach. They take advantage of an opportunity and GOOOOAAAALLLL!!! The other team scores and proceeds to celebrate. We quickly bring the ball back up to half field to continue the game. The whistle is blown, and off we go again. The ball is passed to me and I'm running down the field as I can hear the footsteps of the defender close behind me. I cut inside and then “OWW” I scream as the defender slides tackles me from behind and I fall to the ground in pain. A searing pain runs up my leg like being struck directly on my bone with a hammer. My coach runs on the field and helps me up. I can't walk. Coach helps me limp off the field. 3 minutes later, the other team scores. It's now 2-1 and were losing. I plead with my coach to let me go out and play the last 6 minutes of the game. “Coach can I please go on the field?! I can play through it” I insist “no I can’t have you hurting yourself even worse” he says firmly. “coach... this is what I have been practising everyday for for my whole life for. It comes down to this moment and I need to do this for everyone that has ever believed in me. But most of all, I need to do this for myself! I have worked too hard to just give up in my last game” I beg “ fine, take Carter out. Go ahead “CARTER!!” I yell to signal for him to come off the field. As Carter passes me to the bench he says “represent and make us proud” which is what My dad would always say to me when I was a kid. I limp jog onto the field with fire in my heart. When the crowd finally sees who just subbed in they roar and cheer and I look into the stands at my mom. I mouth the words “I love you mom,” and I see her mouthing them back at me. The game kicks off and they throw the ball in. My ankle is killing me. The pain pulsing everytime I take a step as I run across the field to get the ball. But i push through and ignore it. The ball is passed to me and I start to dribble down the field at the center defender. Left, Right, I juke him, it's only me the goalkeeper head to head. I see and the goal now and at the top of the 18 yard box BOOM! I shoot the ball and I miss. As I fall to the ground in pain and sadness. My whole team runs up to me and dog piles on top of me as the other team takes a knee instead of celebrating as a sign of respect. I stand up and everyone in the entire stadium starts clapping. A tear rolls down my face as I say to myself you did it. As we were packing up our bags getting ready to exit the stadium, and I see my mom and my brothers running up to me with tears in her eyes. Mom gives me a big hug and says “I am so proud of you son and your dad would be too” Then we hear “sorry to interrupt, but that was hell of a game Mikah” “uhhh… thank you, and with all due respect who are you?” “My name is Ben, I’m the lead recruiter at UCLA and the head coach. I would love to have you there next season. We need someone with heart like yours. Here's our offer for a full ride” he says as he hands me an envelope. “Th-th-th-thanks” I stutter as tears roll down my cheeks. “You deserve it, you've worked too hard for us not to notice you. Take care of that ankle. Were going to need you next season. Healthy. Yall have a good night” “I will sir, and you too” I say. UCLA, here I come I think in awe and disbelief. Next stop, MLS.

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meghan-huntergirl-winchester · 5 years

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A Twist in Fate (Hardy Boys X Sister!Reader)

Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could get a WWE imagine where you’re the Hardy's little sister and you work in WWE but it's kinda of weird for Y/N because her brothers aren't there. At WrestleMania 30 she has a match for the diva's championship and wins but she didn't know her brothers would be backstage waiting for her when she came back and she's really excited and happy to see them since they hardly get to see each other. Can you make the ending sweet? Please and thank you! Love your writing btw. :)

A/n: Hello Sweetheart! Thank you so much for your request! I wanna say that I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to get this to you. I got this request sooooo long ago. I had really lost my passion for writing, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging forever. I am so sorry ☹. I really hope you enjoy it! I had to go back and watch some old Hardy matches to get into the groove of writing this one so thank you for making me go back and watch some! Enjoy!

Y/n= Your name

Y/n/n= your nickname

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: None except for Violence and Language

WrestleMania 30….who would have thought that I would be a part of the Diva’s Title match at WrestleMania. My name is Y/n Hardy. That’s right, I said Hardy. That means my brothers are Matt and Jeff Hardy. Tonight was going to be the hardest match of my life. Tonight is the “Vicki Guerrero Diva’s Championship Invitational Battle Royal” or something like that. Almost all of the active Divas are participating in the match and I’m dying to get my hands on that Divas Title. I just really wish that my brothers were here to see it. With my traveling schedule with the WWE and their traveling schedule with other things, it’s almost impossible for us to see each other. A knocking on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Ms. Hardy? 5 minutes to gorilla position.”

“Thanks Tom!”

I turned back to the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I truly was a Hardy. Being that tonight is WrestleMania 30, I took extra care into my ring gear. Since my brothers couldn’t physically be with me tonight I was going to take a piece of them to the ring with me. I was wearing one of Matt’s Hardy Boy shirts, and before I left home I had the chance to steal Jeff’s favorite sets of arm warmers to wear to the ring. With one last look in the mirror, I put the finishing touches on my black eyeliner and headed towards the gorilla.

As I approached gorilla and saw several of the other Divas making their way to the ring I started to stretch and do a few warm ups before my music was played.

“Hey Y/n! Good luck tonight!” I heard my friend April, otherwise known as AJ Lee, say as she passed by.

“Thanks April. Don’t go too crazy on me tonight okay?” I said with a laugh as I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. I heard April laugh and felt her hand pat me on my shoulder.

“Deal! Only if you promise no Twist of Fate!”

Before I could say anything else, April’s music hit and I watched as April slipped away and AJ Lee came to the front. I couldn’t help but shake my head with a small laugh. I loved that girl but she was fucking crazy sometimes. Knowing that my music was up next, I grabbed my ‘Hardy’ necklace and an extra T-shirt to hand out to the audience before getting into position.

Moments later my music blasted through the arena and I smiled at the crowd reaction. As I made my way down the ramp I pulled my necklace off and placed it over the head of a little girl who was holding a “Y/n Hardy” sign and handed my T-shirt to one of the Make-A-Wish kids who were sitting in the front row, before leaping up on the ring apron. Staring down the Divas for a moment, my eyes met Aprils and I saw her nod slightly with a barely noticeable smile. I hopped up on the middle rope and posed for a moment before hoping down and getting ready.

“The following contest is the Vicki Guerrero Divas Championship Invitational! The first Diva to score a pin fall or submission will be declared the winner and the Diva’s Champion!”

The bell rang and immediately AJ and I were thrown into the center, all of the other Diva’s surrounding us. For a moment, no one made a move until a foot suddenly slammed into my stomach and all hell broke loose. I could feel Tamina stomping on my back with her foot as Nikki Bella stomped on my left knee. With a harsh kick to my side, Tamina kicked me off the apron and onto the floor. I could hear the ref making counts but none were even close to a 3 count. I pulled myself off the ground by holding on to the apron and I watched as The Bellas knocked everyone out of the ring and then did twin suicide dives through the ropes.

Nikki and Brie were the only ones standing and I watched as they slowly turned on each other and began to fight amongst themselves. Across the ring, Aj was slowly getting to her feet and she made her way into the ring along with Natalya, Naomi, Tamina, and Alicia Fox. They brawled for a few moments until AJ got Naomi in the Black Widow. I could tell that Naomi was about to tap so I quickly jumped into the ring and pulled Aj off of Naomi before kicking her to the floor. Now only AJ and I were left in the ring. We stared down each other for a moment before we locked up. AJ caught me in the black widow but I was able to power out and reverse it into a twist of fate.

The crowd was electric as I climbed to the top rope to do my finisher. The swanton bomb. I hit it perfectly and rolled AJ up for the pin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brie and Nikki fighting to get to me.

1….

2…

The Bella’s had climbed under the ropes and were in the ring.

The ref slammed his hand down a third and final time right before the Bella’s reached me and the bell rang.

“Here is your winner and the New WWE Diva’s Champion Y/N Hardy!!!”

Sitting there with my mouth wide open, it hit me. I was the new Diva’s Champion. The ref handed me the belt and all I could do was stare at it. I could hear Nikki and Brie yelling at the ref in outrage but I didn’t care. I did it…..I was champion. I stood on the turnbuckle and hoisted my title over my head. After celebrating my win for a few more minutes, I made my way backstage. All the women from the match and a large group of superstars came over and congratulated me on my win. Soon enough I broke away from the crowd that had gathered and made my way back to makeup and hair.

“Hey hun! You need a touch up for your championship photo shoot?” Leslie asked as she got off her phone and tossed it to the table.

“Yeah, they want me to go ahead and do the pictures that way I can relax for the rest of the night.”

I hopped up into the chair with my title in my lap. Leslie started fixing my hair and my face and I couldn’t help but wonder if Jeff and Matt got to at least watch my match.

“All right honey. You’re all set. Let me give you a final spray with this setting spray and you’re good to go.”

“Thanks Leslie! You always do an amazing job.”

Hopping out of the chair I quickly headed to my photo shoot. I saw my friends the Shield coming down the hall with some food, and I snagged a cookie from Seth’s plate before scurrying down the hall.

“Hey! Get your own cookies champ!”

“Sorry! I’ll buy you coffee in the morning!” I called down the hall only to receive a thumbs up from him. He was so easy to please. Buy him a coffee or agree to work out with him and he is set.

“Ah Ms. Hardy, congratulations! We need to get photos for WWE.com and for upcoming promotional posters.”

“Let’s get this party started then!”

The photographer tapped the play button on the radio to fill the silence in the room and got to shooting.

“Good, now can you raise the title up with your right arm and give us the Hardy symbol with your left?”

I did as told and even stuck out my tongue during it.

“That looks awesome! Come take a look.”

Relief swam through me as I finally got to drop my arm for a few moments, and I stepped forward to glance at the screen. Joseph, the photographer, turned the screen to me and I gasped in shock. It was me throwing up the hardy symbol and my title but standing on either side of me were my brothers Jeff and Matt.

“Congrats sis!”

I whipped my head back around to where I was just standing and there were Matt and Jeff.

“Wha- I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it! You lied to me!”

Jeff launched forward and wrapped me in a tight hug.

“We got here right as you were making your entrance. Matt and I were able to rearrange some things and get here just in time.”

Jeff released me just in time for Matt to wrap me up in his arms as well.

“You did it sis. We’re so proud of you! There’s a new champ in the family.”

Joseph spoke up, startling me out of my thoughts.

“How about we do a few photos of the three of you now that you know that they are here? We can show the photos to Vince and maybe he can use them on WWE.com.”

So, the three of us posed together for a bunch of photos and this time the smile on my face was as genuine as it could get. My brothers got to see me wrestle and win my first title at WrestleMania. What more could a girl ask for?

#wweimagine #wwe one shot #imagine wwe #imagines #hardy boys

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yayninjabob · 4 years

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Author Commentary

Ramblings from Yay Ninja Bob about her monstrous creation~

Besides working on my fic, I personally try to journal every day, and I realized that a lot of my journaling has become me pretty much rambling about the process of writing this damn fic lol. So I thought I'd share some of that for those who may want to know more behind my chapters from my author's perspective.

It's certainly not everything I can say, but it is a lot haha..

Chapter 1 - Thirteen

Behind the title:

Well, when I first began writing VillainR, I hadn't planned on having chapter titles at all. Mainly because coming up with chapter titles (or titles for stories in general) has always been something I struggle with personally. Anywho after I decided I wanted to challenge myself with chapter titles, I went back and named chapter 1 "Thirteen." Why? Well, it is the PpG's thirteenth birthday, of course there is that. VillainR as a whole is many things, but one major thing is it is a coming of age story for Buttercup/Joey/Jojo, as well as a story of self-discovery. There's a few important ages I wanted to cover and 13 is around the age where many kids start to "develop" and being a super-powered kid, Buttercup finally begins to develop her own "special power" at this age. I wanted this "growing pain" to be the catalyst for the events of Part One. So, I gave the chapter the title of "Thirteen" to try to highlight the significance of that age for Buttercup. The self-discovery made at this age is that special power (although they are unaware of it at this point). It's considered an unlucky number, and as it turns out, it is an unlucky year for our main character.

During the writing process:

First draft was written on Halloween night 2019 and pretty much all of it was completely scrapped haha.

I started writing it in first person, like the original Villain, in Buttercup's POV. I kept the events but approached it again in third person and liked it so much better that way. One major thing I wanted to improve on with the rewrite was character development which is pretty hard to achieve when writing in a limited POV of a character who eventually loses sight of much around them. I debated briefly on maybe doing alternating POVs between Blossom, Bubbles and Buttercup, but then I felt like it would still exclude a lot for other major characters like Mojo and Princess. I could add them too but I thought alternating too many POVs would be overwhelmingly difficult (for me as the author for sure but I imagine for the reader too) Third person seemed to be the best way to handle everything and really my only challenge with that was tweaking the whole "unreliable narrator" trope which I will be honest is my favorite trope ever. It is a challenge to try to recreate the same effect in third person, but I decided that a close third person was the best way to 1) tell a broader story and 2) still set limits on the reader's perspective, and control when and how I drop information and attempt to recreate a similar experience in an entirely new way I've never tried before heh. (I guess I will spend more time on this on my notes for Chapter 6)

Second draft I scribbled out in another few days with this new approach. It began at the start of the carnival and ended where it ends. Simultaneously I was reworking my overall outline for the fic and began to narrow down all the characters I wanted to be my key players for this epic. Once my outline was expanded to include everyone, I added the scene with Mojo and Him. For me, that's when I was like "Ayyy it's all coming together 👍👍" haha.

Another thing I wanted to improve on was setting and world-building. So final draft I decided to include some "history" behind Townsville and that's when I worked out the final draft.

This chapter definitely had the most trial and error during the writing process than any other chapter other than 5 so far.

Inspirations:

Townsville world-building/history - much of it is inspired by the city I grew up in (for the most part) which is Los Angeles. I mean it has all the sort of settings we've seen in the show which are all pretty diverse right? Townville had to have a diverse cityscape ranging from a busy downtown setting to quite suburbs to upperclass mansions, beaches, an island, forests, etc. Well I knew LA had all that and so I tried to re-imagine Townsville as basically an alternate universe LA lol. Monster Isle, I based on research I did on Catalina Island. I imagined the Utonium household was in a middle class neighborhood like Pasadena- close to the heart of LA but still a relatively "calmer" part of the city. Morbucks Manor would be in the Hills like Beverly Hills. Downtown was the heart of the city like Downtown LA. I debated briefly whether or not to have the Gangreen Gang be from an area modeled after South Central or East LA, but eventually I went with East LA because TBH I am just more familiar with it since that's where my mom's side is from and where I grew up early on in life. PLUS East LA actually has a pretty big punk scene so that fit the story too with Ace being in a punk band and all that.

1998 PpG Show References:

"Oh my gosh they have giant Bunny-Bunny's at the prize tent!"

(Super Zeroes)

Pop Culture References:

(OK most of my pop culture refs are just punk references lets be honest lol. Why Punk?? - because it is rebellion and rebellion is the heart of this fic)

The Clash - OK in original Villain I established that this was Buttercup's favorite band so I HAD to have that back for the redux. Here's all the refs I crammed into chapter 1 lol:

"Oh, Man! It's so hard to choose, like, I love literally everything by them. But I gotta say it's a tie probably between their first album and London Calling."

"Hell yeah. Jimmy Jazz is my jam."

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"You know, my band does a cover of White Riot," Ace continued to talk music with the teenager as he lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. He held the smoke in his lungs as he continued, "Only we call our version Green Riot."

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Blondie:

The one artist Buttercup had introduced Robin to that she instantly obsessed over was Blondie.

(Some) Symbolism:

- Blossom is 5'9" and Buttercup is 5'8" - Buttercup is always falling one step behind Blossom.

- Bumper Car scene - has some foreshadowing and well...

Blossom sat behind the wheel of a red bumper car at the opposite end of the metal floored rink. Buttercup crossed her arms in protest, "No way. I'm driving." she demanded.

Blossom also crossed her arms from where she sat behind the metal wheel. "So you can just rampage and crash into everybody here? No way." She fastened her seat belt with a quick snap and placed her hands firmly on the steering wheel again.

"Ugh. That's the whole point of bumper cars! It's to bump the other cars! You're supposed to try and bump everyone before the times up!"

"You always take it too far, Buttercup. I'm driving, so get in." The redhead grasped the steering wheel in her hands firmly, and refused to move.

And...

"You drive like an old lady," Buttercup shook her head in disbelief as her sister managed to avoid yet another collision.

"Well, that's your opinion," she shrugged off the insult, "Personally, I think it takes just as much skill to avoid every single car in here, as it does to hit every single car," she smiled at her sister.

And finally a brief allusion to the OG Villain lol...

"Blossom!" Buttercup shouted louder so she could get her sister's attention. She pointed at the fast approaching purple car that zoomed towards them from their right side. Behind the wheel of that car was Bubbles who wore a rather determined look on her face as Robin cheered for her.

Blossom saw, but by then it was too late. Bubbles and Robin's car slammed into Buttercup and Blossom's car at full force, spinning Buttercup and Blossom's car into the wall of the arena. The loud buzz which signified the end of the ride then sounded.

- the roller coaster is Buttercup's ideal carnival attraction; it's got the thrills, twists, turns, ups and downs. And makes Bubbles sick.

- the Ferris Wheel is Blossom's ideal carnival attraction; it's a staple of any fair, grand and big, overlooks everything, and traditionally romantic

YNB's favorite scene:

Personally, I loved writing the whole exchange between Buttercup and Blossom in the car. Establishing their rivalry, Buttercup's jealousy over Blossom's special power and heroism, Blossom's projection of her own insecurities, their differences, and their commonality.

Final thoughts on the chapter:

I was pretty satisfied with how it turned out but I did wait to post it until I had a decent headstart on chapter 2. I was pretty nervous about whether or not I could stay personally committed to writing this fic so I just wanted to make sure I was really feeling it first, lol. It had been so long since I'd written fanfic so I just needed to be sure.

When I outlined everything I estimated the chapter length to be around 6-7k words... And I was surprised that it was double that at about 12k. Which was wild because on my outline each opening chapter for Part 1, 2 and 3 were supposed to be shorter and more like preludes to everything else. Well, I guess they ARE shorter chapters but STILL definitely longer than any chapter I used to write for my multichaptered stories. At the time I thought "Ok obviously my writing has changed but surely I wont go much longer than 12k for future chapters...." Hurr hurr.

Personally, I was pretty proud of myself for spending so much time on it and rewriting it over and over and all that. In the past, TBH whatever was my first draft was pretty much also my last draft haha. I cranked out a chapter in one sitting usually and edited it mayyyybeee lol. I just wanted to get it posted so I could move on and get to that next point in the story. But I suppose now that I'm older and a bit more self aware, I realize a lot of my own anxieties manifest a lot in my writing though and I can recognize it in my old works like the OG Villain where I JUST WANNA GET TO WHAT I WANT TO WRITE RIGHT NOW OK?? I forced myself to slow the hell down this time, take it one scene at a time, and when things felt off I took breaks, slept on it for a few days and came back with new approaches or ideas. And so far that's how I continue to work on it.

Also, CHVRCHES. I listened to a ton of that band while working on this chapter especially.

#villainr #ppg fanfic #yayninjabob #behindthescenes #writing process #chapter 1 #let me know if you guys like this kinda stuff and I'll continue for the other chapters #commentary #author stuff

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stripper-patrick · 5 years

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Adorn👊🏽 Viktor Drago

Song: Adorn- Miguel

A/N: HOW TF DO I GET WORD COLORS LIKE YALL USE FOR PRIDE😤

Warnings: angst (reader and father), smut, fluff

Relationship: Viktor Drago x black plus sized reader

“What’s been the biggest challenge you’ve overcame” I ask

“Um facing my fears what about you?” Viktor looks at me. We’re both laying on my bed in a deep conversation. Something we do a lot.

“Accepting myself I never thought I was pretty and I just said well it costs too much to pay for how I really wanna look”

“Y/N” I look at him “you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. Inside and out. I see the way you look at yourself and your stretch marks but I need you to tell me your beautiful I really want you to feel it. Tell me”

“I’m beautiful” he smiles and goes back to looking up at my ceiling.

“What’s your biggest fear?” He asks

I hesitate for a moment “losing you”

“Why?”

“Because you keep me sane” I smile. He grabs his phone and checks the time “shit”

“What?” We both sit up

“I have a match tonight and I’m gonna be a little late my dads gonna kill me but it was worth it”

“Go head”

“Will you come?” He asks

I hesitate again. I don’t like seeing my best friend specifically being beat up.

“I understand if you don’t”

“I’ll think about it” he nods and stands up. I hug him and walk him out the door.

“Bye” he waves. I wave back and watch Viktor walk off.

I close the door and sigh. It’s a big night for him but he knows how much I hate seeing him hurt. It gives me anxiety.

I groan and go to my bathroom turning on the shower water.

...

I look in the mirror at my outfit. I fix my hair and walk out the door with my keys and purse in my hand.

I drive to the venue and get through security.

I walk to his dressing room remembering from the first and clearly not the last time I was here

I knock on the door and Ivan, his father opens it. His face hardens and he says something to Viktor in Russian. I roll my eyes and open the door all the way seeing Viktor suited up in shorts with some dark blue and a little bit of lavender but no gloves on.

“I’m so glad you came you look good” he smiles

“Thank you” I blush

“What is she doing here” Ivan says

“I’m here to support him” I’ve tolerated his shit long enough. He hates me and thinks I’m a distraction for Viktor

“He doesn’t need your support”

“And I don’t need to explain myself any further to you or YOU” I yell pointing at his father and mother.

Viktor yells in Russian and his parents leave the room leaving us alone.

“I’m sorry maybe I shouldn’t have came” I’m about to turn away but he grabs my hand.

“Please I need you Y/N please don’t leave me right now”

I can see he’s scared in his eyes.

“Ok” he hugs me and I smile.

“Ok listen go out there and make me proud you always do so it should be easy” I cup his face smooshing his lips together.

“Only if you promise to walk out with me” I nod letting go. I help him get his gloves on it was a struggle with my long nails.

“Ready?” He nods taking a deep breath.

We walk it and Ivan glares at me. I flip my hair and continue walking with him. His theme music hits and we walk out. The crowd is cheering him on and all the girls are glaring at me. I could care less.

“Go be great with your lavender” he laughs kissing my cheek. I sit in the front and his father sits next to me.

“You’ll never be good enough for my son he’s only using you for the ass you have” he whispers in my ear.

I nod staying quiet. The announcer screams the names in the microphone.

“In the right corner we have 6’4 245 lbs of steel Viktor Drago” Viktor waves towards everyone keeping his eyes on the opponent “and in the left corner we have 6’4 212lbs Javier Hernandez”

Everyone boos for him and he keeps his eyes locked on Viktor. The announcer leaves and the referee explains the rules and stands to the side letting the boys square up.

...

Javier has the slight upper hand. I’ve been cheering along the way.

“Come on V” I cheer clapping. Just then he gets side swiped and knocked to the ground. I cover my mouth losing my breath for a split second.

“Viktor get up” I scream. He’s still out and the referee is already at 3. I go up to the gate and scream his name.

“Viktor get up come on” he opens his eyes and the ref is at 6. He jolts up and it was like a lightning bolt watching him get up. The ref stops the count and lets them go at it again. Viktor pops him with an uppercut and Javier stumbles a little”

“Come on V” he watches me and Ivan touches my arm.

“Don’t touch me” I warm pointing my finger at Ivan. His wife walks up and gets in my face.

“Shut up what are you gonna do” he asks stepping towards me.

“Don’t test me Ivan you got the wrong one and I don’t know why you have your little lap dog in front of you like either of you will do something”

The referee starts counting and I see Javier on the ground. It feels like a lifetime waiting for him to get to 10. Javier tries to pull himself up at 8 but by the time he gets to 10 it’s a TKO.

I scream smiling. They open the ring door for us and I hug him.

I kiss his plump lips and he looks at me hungrily. He kisses me again and his mother grabs my hair. I start seeing red and wild out swinging on her in every direction.

Strong arms grab my waist pulling me off and I get out of his grip going back at her. I’m pulled off again and when I realize who grabs me I see it’s Ivan yelling at me in Russian.

He’s really in my face like nose to nose. I slap him hard across the face. Security grabs me taking me out the ring as I struggle to get out of their grip.

I’m pulled into the lobby of the venue and they handcuff me.

“Let me go” I yell. Viktor runs out holding my purse and demands they let me go.

“Let her go she didn’t do anything”

“Sir are you sure-“

“Yes he’s sure” I yell

“Yes I am”

They release me and I look at Viktor who has a smile on his face.

“I was wondering when you were gonna pop off”

“I’m going home” I shake my head turning on my heels. He grabs my waist and kissing my neck.

“I’ll stop by ok?” I nod. Viktor leans down kissing me again this time the kiss lasting much longer.

“Viktor they want to interview you. Now” Ivan scowls at me and I roll my eyes sighing.

“I’ll talk to him” I nod and peck Viktor once more before leaving.

....

I’m sitting at home in an oversized t-shirt watching friends. I jolt when a pound goes off on the door.

I get up and look through the peephole seeing it’s Viktor. He’s fuming. I open the door.

“Ba-“ he stops me mid sentence with a breath-taking kiss. Viktor pushes me against the wall picking me up.

“Is this ok?” He stops searching in my eyes

“Yes please I need you” I’ve been wanting him to fuck me for the longest time.

“Do you mind if we go rough I need to let this anger out but promise me you’ll tell me if I’m hurting you”

“I promise” he goes back to that mind blowing kiss. Viktor pushes my arms above my head and pulls up my t-shirt. He slides his hand down in my underwear collecting my wetness and using that to rub my clit. I exhale harshly and push my hips forward for more.

He pushes one finger inside of me. Then another. I close my eyes as he juts his fingers upward on my g-spot. My breathing becomes heavier and I take my arms down holding him in another kiss.

“I need you inside of me” I beg. He removes his fingers and sucking off my juices and trust me there were a lot.

V drops his pants and grabs a condom from his wallet.

Viktor reaches down rolling it on. He’s as hard as a rock and bigger than I expected. He sinks me down slowly. It’s a little painful.

“You ok?” He stops

“Keep going all the way” He watches me as he continues pushing forward. Once he’s all the way inside of me I squeeze myself around him. He groans and starts slow. I’m finally used to him and I can’t the vanilla shit anymore.

“Viktor if you don’t drill my shit” I groan. He puts one hand on the wall and relentlessly pounds into me.

“Just like that” our bodies are knocking against the wall but my moans drown out those sounds.

“Look at you taking my dick so we’ll baby” he starts speaking in Russian and I moan louder. My hand moves down to his butt trying to push him further into me.

“I love the way that tight fat pussy wraps around me don’t you beautiful”

“Yes yes Viktor I’m cumming” he pushes my knees against the wall thrusting further into me. “Lemme hear you Y/N” he pounds harder into me and I scream in undeniable pleasure.

“That’s it” he grunts a few times as his thrusts become sloppier and slower.

Once we’re both exhausted he just stays inside of me.

“Was that too rough?” He asks

“No it was amazing. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I told my father either he respects you or I find a new manager”

“Viktor you didn’t-“

“I know what I have to do Y/N and I chose you whether or not he agrees with it”

I kiss him smiling “can you carry me to the bed I need another nap”

“Nap? Baby I’ve just gotten started” he carries me to my bedroom closing the door with his foot.

#smut #viktor drago smut #viktor drago x reader #viktor drago #creed #creed 2

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straykidsnerd255 · 5 years

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Ok! May i request a match up with a male character? From the classic series and lost canvas please? Then about myself, i am a Leo, infp, i love to help others, i am kind, cheerful, supportive, sensitive, the mom friend, a tad bit sarcastic, i love to make people laugh, i am clumsy, a scared cat, i can be prideful, i have a frail health, although i love cutesy thing like ribbons, i also like sports like boxing! I guess this is it about myself! Thank you very much !! :3

Of course you can! I hope that you enjoy!!

I match you with…..

AIOLOS-Original

Though you are a scaredy cat, Aiolos has always seen you as something more than a friend, the more he got to know you. His mind would always drift to you when he would think about someone that he could help. He loved how you were always present and ready to help when issues arose. His fellow friends would tease him every time they would catch him watching you with thoughtful eyes as you ran around helping others. He always found himself daydreaming about holding your hand or even giving you small but adorable kisses when you both had to go to separate jobs. He would always blush and try to look away so you couldn’t see the blush.

“Aiolos, if you don’t go talk to her, I will take her.” Saga said as he came up to Aiolos. Aiolos jumped at the sound of his friends voice. “I-I know. I just don’t know how to ask her.” Aiolos said wincing at how pathetic he sounded. Saga sighed and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. “Go talk to her.” He said before disappearing back to his house. Aiolos took a deep breath before heading down to meet you. When you do finally meet each other, he is a stuttering mess. Normally he doesn’t have a problem talking with girls, however, when he talks to you, it’s quite the opposite.

The day he found out you like boxing would make him tilt his head in confusion. He may be part of you generation, but he became a saint long before he could really fully grasp life as someone normal. Not that he minded because he found it entertaining when you would get angry when something didn’t go the way you wanted it too or the ref pulled a stupid call. Days that he would catch you nearly toppling over, he would become worried. Even though you had told him about your frail health, he didn’t think it was going to be this bad. He would constantly be near you when he could tell you were not doing well.

When you two got married, it was a dream come true for Aiolos. He couldn’t see himself getting married as a saint of Athena but here he was married to the girl he had fallen in love with. Sure he wasn’t used to being in a relationship let alone getting married, but he was prepared to learn. He was ready for anything as long as you were by his side during it all. He finds it funny that his younger brother hadn’t fallen for you with the fact that your a Leo but he isn’t complaining. He loves that idea of you by his side. He would give everything up if it meant keeping you by his side.

ALBAFICA-Lost Canvas

When he first laid eyes on you, he wasn’t very confident to go and ask you out. However, one day, he found himself in his temple, with you sitting down and staring up at him. His nerves sky rocketed and he was starting to doubt himself again. Sure he may be a saint of Athena but that doesn’t mean his isn’t scared or afraid to do something. Dating was a whole new ballpark for this guy. He couldn’t understand what he could do and what he couldn’t do. His mind was solely set on not making you upset. Sometimes, you would eventually have him sit down, and just talk with you. He found that enjoyed your company more than anyone else. He didn’t want to lose you the moment that you had started talking to him.

Albafica was not used to having human interaction. He always thought that after staying with the poisonous plants, that he would become entirely infected with the poison, but he was wrong. When you first touched his hand, he wanted to draw back in total fear that you would die right in front of him but nothing happened. He found himself sitting down next to you and enjoying the company of something other than himself. He couldn’t really understand why you had chosen to be with him but he wouldn’t question it. Time when by and he finally grew comfortable with himself and began venturing out from his little garden near the temple he guarded.

You would always come and visit him and would always manage to bring a smile to his face. He never once found your company boring or a burden. He found it heart warming and amazing. One day, he finally got the courage to ask you out. He ignored the screaming voice in the back of his head and walked over to you. He learned so much about you. From your love of boxing to your love for girly ribbons. He found it adorable. He would find your sarcastic nation amazing. He would laugh every time you sent a sarcastic remark towards one of the other saints. Finding out about you being clumsy and a scaredy cat made his heart go nuts. He actually found out about that when he watched you go through a haunted house the saints put together. Your scared nature had him in protect mode. His arm never left you shoulder as you walked the rest of the haunted house.

Finding out about your frail heath would turn him into a concerned little fish. He wouldn’t let you do anything that strained your health or anything of that sort. You had found it adorable that he was always doing the much harder things and helping you out. You wouldn’t change it for anything. He was always sitting with you during small meetings with Athena. The day she called you as a saint made his jaw drop. He couldn’t have been more proud. The day you two got married was something to remember. Everything happened so fast that you couldn’t keep your head from spinning in circles. “I love you.” Albafica said for the first time. You turned your head and smiled brightly. “I love you too.” You whispered back.

#Saint Seiya #requested #match up #anon #reader #Enjoy #Abalfica needs more love #so does Aiolos

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years

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Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 27

Chapter 27 is here. This will be a dark chapter and there will be blood. You’ve been warned. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @biforbecky2belts @balorsbitxh @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @mox-made-me-do-it @sassyspacedust @afauss2009 @calwitch @sammyfireheartashfyver and @never-sawft-princess Grab your tissues and enjoy!

After weeks of cutting promo after promo to set this confrontation up, the day was finally here. Wrestlemania 32. With Colby by my side, I was training hard in the gym while he worked on his rehab. I knew it was killing Colby that he was missing this Wrestlemania, but I was going to compete for the both of us tonight. I was going to end Morrigan and hopefully get Colby back to his full strength once again.

“Are you going to be okay at the arena alone for most of the day,” Colby asked as we were driven from our hotel towards the arena, “I have my signing for a couple hours before I have to go back to the hotel to get into my suit. I want to make sure you’re going to be okay warming up and getting ready to head into the ring tonight.”

“I think I’ll be fine,” I replied as I rested my head on his shoulder, “I’m sharing my locker room with Charlotte and Becky. So I think I’ll be okay until you get back to the arena.”

“That’s the thing,” Colby sighed and laced his fingers with mine, “Hunter told me I’m to head straight to the press box when I arrive. It’s Morrigan stipulation for the match. She wants to keep us apart before your match.”

“Oh okay,” I sighed sadly, “But I’m going to fight hard for us. I’m ending that bitch tonight.”

I was sitting in my makeup chair, Charlotte and Becky staying close by in case Morrigan started any trouble, as Rowena came over to us. I was excited to finally have this chance to end Morrigan and since Rowena was helping me get to this point, I was ready for whatever news she was bringing with her.

“So I have good news and bad news,” Rowena started as she joined Becky and Charlotte on sitting on the crate close to me, “Bad news is that Morrigan put a spell on the ring for the match where if she pins you, you’ll die. I however have put a similar spell on the ring, where if she gets pinned, she’ll die. I clued in Stephanie and Hunter to have a glamor ready to hide us removing Morrigan’s corpse from the ring when you win.”

“Not ‘if’ I win,” I looked over at her, a little nervous, “I mean I have all the confidence in the world, but how can you be sure I’d win. I mean Morrigan is just as skilled as I am since she was in my body when I was training all my life to get here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she knows all my moves.”

“Not all of them,” Becky spoke up, “She doesn’t know the newer moves you’ve been learning from Colby. You use more of those and you’ll throw her off.”

“Becks you are a genius,” Charlotte hugged her best friend tightly, “Yeah use the moves Colby’s taught you. It’ll give you the edge you need to end her.”

It was getting closer to my match time. I was back in gorilla, waiting for my match to come up. I was bouncing on the balls of my feet and trying to stay loose and keep my nerves in check. I couldn’t let myself get too far into my head and lose sight of the endgame I was chasing tonight. I was pulled from my plans as my phone went off. It was a text from Colby’s mom. I opened it up to find a picture of Tyler sitting up in front of the TV, watching Wrestlemania. I smiled knowing my son was going to be watching my match tonight.

Soon it was time for my match. My music blared through the arena and I made my way out of gorilla and out to the stage. I paced the wide span of the stage, looking up to the press box and pointing to it, knowing Colby was up there, beaming with pride at seeing me having the Wrestlemania moment to end all moments. I smiled and decided to stretch my mind out to Colby’s.

This is it, baby. I’m going to war for us.

Knock her dead, babe. I’ll find you as soon as your match is over.

With that, I made my way down the ramp to the ring. I played it up with the crowd, being a total ham as I was going into this match cocky as hell. I knew that I was going to come out smelling like roses tonight. I was going to end Morrigan. I was going to free of her once and for all.

I got into the ring and climbed up on the closest turnbuckle and held my arms out, just like Colby does, before I blew a kiss to the crowd. I climbed down and got into my corner as I waited for Morrigan to make her entrance.

And sure enough, Morrigan was playing the part of Trish for this match. She even went as far as to copy Trish’s entrance to the letter. I was impressed she was willing to do this my way. Because it meant I was going to end her with my strength, wrestling with all my heart.

The ref called for the bell and it was go time. I paced the ring, keeping my eyes locked on Morrigan the whole time. I closed in on her and locked into the collar and elbow with her. I struggled against her, fighting to make sure she never got the upper hand. I forced her into a turnbuckle and had to have the ref force a break.

Once we were parted, I grabbed Morrigan and threw her with an irish whip into the opposite corner. I then pressed my back into turnbuckle before I charged at her, connecting my forearm with her face. I ran back to the turnbuckle and I charged Morrigan again. This time she dodged and I collided with the ring post, nailing my right shoulder hard. I gritted my teeth as the pain flared down my arm. I knew for a fact I’d be bruised badly later.

I recovered a little bit, just enough to catch Morrigan mid charge with my boot in her face. As she recoiled, I jumped up onto the middle rope and waited for Morrigan to make her way back towards me and I caught her with a blockbuster off the rope. I went for a pin, but she kicked out at 2.

“I’m not easy prey,” she taunted as we rose to our feet.

“I’d be disappointed if you were,” I growled back as I grabbed her and threw her with another whip, this time into the ropes. I ran the ropes and I caught her with a sling blade.

I decided to start measuring Morrigan up for a super kick. I waited until she was on her knees before I unleased my kick. I nailed her right on the jaw, causing her lower lip to catch her teeth and cut her open. Morrigan began to glare at me as blood dripped from her mouth. I smirked and taunted her.

She charged at me and I pulled the top rope down. Morrigan went tumbling out of the ring. I started to bounce on my feet before I went running off the ropes and I leapt through the ropes, nailing Morrigan with a suicide dive.

I rolled back into the ring and went running for another one. As I was about to leap through the ropes, Morrigan caught me with a hard slap across my face. I recoiled from the rope and I rubbed my cheek, finding blood on my hand, meaning her nail had cut my cheek when she slapped me. I snarled at her, my face twisting in rage at her drawing blood.

Once I was able to recover, I tackled Morrigan to the ground and began raining fists on her, aiming to do as much damage as possible. Morrigan managed to kick me off of her, sending my flying back hard on my injured shoulder. I gasped in pain as I felt every fiber in my arm light on fire. I knew my shoulder was not going to make it out of this in one piece, but I have to keep going to protect Tyler and bring back Colby’s true werewolf self. If I fail, I will die and leave my son without a mother and I force Colby to grow old without me.

I got up to my feet and I ran and jumped up onto Morrigan’s shoulder and swung her through a hurricanrana. I climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and leapt out onto Morrigan with a frog splash. While Morrigan was still down, I climbed up again delivered a flawless phoenix splash. I went for another pin, and Morrigan kicked out again at 2.

I pulled at my hair in frustration. I was so close to winning, ending Morrigan. Yet she kept kicking out. I got up and I began to rally the crowd behind me. I needed the momentum to help me put her away. Morrigan got up onto her hands and knees and I found the window for my basement drop kick. I charged and landed the kick easily, watching as Morrigan’s head rolled as she flopped back onto her back again.

I walked over to Morrigan and I picked her up onto her feet. I grabbed Morrigan and delivered a suplex. I rolled through, still holding onto her, and I delivered a falcon arrow. I then got up and ran the ropes before delivering a knee drop on Morrigan. I collapsed to the matt, trying to catch my breath. This match was taking everything out of me. I was not going to let up on Morrigan and if it meant I’d leave it all in the ring, I was going to do exactly that.

I stood up and held the top rope as I watched Morrigan over my shoulder. I saw that Morrigan was in position to take a blackout stomp.

Go for the stomp. I’ll find a way to get you off the hook with Vince if he hates it.

I nodded to myself and I took off running for Morrigan. I leapt into the air and I brought my foot down on the back of Morrigan’s neck. I drove her face down into the matt and I picked her up again and delivered a small package driver going right into the small package pin. The ref got the count all the way to three and the crowd went crazy. I rolled off Morrigan and grabbed at my hair in shock that I finally did it.

I ran backstage quickly, wanting to find Colby as quickly as possible. I found Colby running toward me and I booked it towards him. I leapt up into his arms, breaking down in tears. I was so happy and over the moon now that I beat Morrigan at long last. I clung to Colby as he clung to me. He was kissing my cheek over and over as he spun me around.

“I am beyond proud of you,” he beamed as he held me, “You finally ended Morrigan. We’re free at last.”

Rowena, Becky, Charlotte, and Dean came running to us. They were so happy too. I looked back at Colby and I saw him panting, like he had gone through a rough workout. When he started to sway, Dean came over and supported him. I looked to Rowena and then I saw my mom running towards us.

“Thea,” my mom called, “Something is wrong with Colby I can feel it. We need to get him out of here.”

“Oh no,” Rowena gasped, “Morrigan tied Colby to her life. If she died, he would too. We have to get him out of here. Everyone move.”

I helped Dean get Colby the hell out of the arena. Becky and Charlotte had to stay behind for their match. They promised to get my bags and bring them back to the hotel for us. I got the door to the back of the car and Rowena and my mom joined me in the back as Dean opted to drive us to the hotel.

“Thea,” Colby was struggling to breathe, “It hurts. Make it stop.”

“I will,” I began to project a calming aura to ease his pain as I cried holding his hand, “But you are not dying on me, damn it. I’m not raising Tyler without you.”

“Thea,” Rowena held onto my shoulder, “The curse can’t be broken. He has to die. But you can resurrect him once it runs its course.”

So I clung to Colby as he got weaker and weaker. I saw him struggling to breath and his breaths got more and more shallow as Dean got us closer to the hotel. Soon I saw Colby was struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Don’t close your eyes, Colby,” I begged him as I clung to his hand, clutching it to my chest, “Please don’t close your eyes.”

“I-I love you, Thea,” Colby wheezed before his eyes finally closed and his hold on my hand relaxed. I sobbed as his final breath left his lips.

“Fuck Morrigan that stupid bitch,” I growled as I began to channel my death magic.

I reached out with all of my soul to bring life back to Colby. I could feel the dark power clawing at me, but I preserved through the agony as I channeled my magic to bring Colby back. I was not going to grow old without him. Morrigan can kiss my pale ass before I let her win and kill Colby.

I pressed my hands down hard on Colby’s chest as I pushed my magic through his body. I could feel blood dripping from my nose, meaning that I was drawing too hard on my tired out body. I didn’t care and refused to stop.

“Rowena,” I could hear my mother next to me as she joined her hands with mine, “We have to help her or she’ll die before she can bring him back.”

“Agreed,” Rowena joined with me and together the three of us continued my spell. The three of us kept going for five more minutes and finally stopped when Colby gasped for air as he came back. I breathed out heavily with a smile on my face as I collapsed against his chest, losing consciousness.

I woke up to the sun peeking through the curtains of the hotel room. I went to sit up, but I was stopped by Colby placing a gentle hand on my wrapped up shoulder. I blinked to try and see him better. He looked very somber and not over the moon like I thought he’d be now that he was back from the dead.

“You’re finally awake,” Colby sighed as he stroked my hair, “I was worried you’d be out longer.”

“How long have I been out,” I asked as I tried to sit up.

“Two days,” he replied, “Thea, I have no idea how to break this to you. But it’s your mom.”

“What about my mom,” I asked him, “Where is she?”

“She’s gone,” he replied sadly, “But I should have Rowena explain it.”

“Thea,” Rowena came into my sight and she was playing with the skin around her nails, “The spell you used to bring back Colby was killing you. The spell requires balance to bring back the dead. So your mother and I joined you, opening up the spell to take someone else. Your mother made the spell choose to end her life to save yours. She chose to die so you could live with Colby and your son.”

“My mom’s gone,” I was in tears. I had just gotten my mom back into my life just over a year ago and now she was gone, “But I only just got to have her back in my life. Now she’s gone.”

I broke down completely, consumed by my grief. Colby immediately pulled me into his arms and held me tightly as I sobbed heavily. I knew Colby would never leave me now, not when I need him so badly right now.

“I already told Hunter that your mother passed suddenly and you need time away to process your grief,” Colby spoke into my hair as he held me, “He said to take all the time you needed. He has no idea why she’s gone and we can keep it that way if you want. But we’re going to fly home tomorrow so we can have her funeral. I already found the perfect place to bury her so she is always close to us at home in Davenport. I knew you didn’t want to bury her in Michigan.”

“Thank you,” I sighed as I clung to Colby, “How are you feeling? Are you holding up okay for being dead for nearly ten minutes?”

“I feel beyond great,” Colby pulled back to look at me, “I feel like my old self again. I have my wolf senses again. The curse Morrigan put on me must have broken when my heart stopped. So when you revived me, I was curse-free.”

“Finally,” I sighed and kissed him, “Now you can go for runs without being in pain.”

I was dressed in black along with Colby. I hired a babysitter to keep Tyler at home. Colby’s family along with Charlotte, Becky, Finn, Rowena, Roman, and Dean joined us for the funeral service. It happened to be raining today, like a funeral out of a movie. Colby held the umbrella over me as we sat through the service. I had cried so much the last few days, I had no more tears when we had the service.

“I was told that Bianca’s daughter had a few words to say,” the priest said.

I rose from my seat and Colby walked with me to the podium near my mother’s coffin, helping me stay up on my feet since I was so weak from both grief and exhaustion from my match against Morrigan.

“My mom had left me with my father when I was eight,” I spoke, holding back my sorrow as best as I could, “But even with only having her in my life for such a short time, she was my hero. I knew that when I became a mother, I wanted to be just like her. She had so much love for me and my two older brothers. And even when she left me behind with my father, I knew she still loved us kids. When I had found out I was going to have my son, I made it a point to find my mom. When I did, it was like she had never left me. I was happy to be able to have my time with her. Sure she is gone too soon, but I know she’ll always be with me in her own way. I love you Mom. Rest easy.”

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Why the Golden State Warriors will NOT win the 2019 NBA Championship

Edit 1: 4/20

Yes, you read it here. The Warriors will not complete their ever so wanted 3-peat, nor do I think they will even make it to the NBA finals. I believe that the Houston Rockets or the Milwaukee Bucks have the greatest chance of taking down the defending champions. In this blog, I am going to break down the starting lineup match-ups, as well as each teams’ offensive and defensive play-style.

Rockets vs Warriors

How will the Rockets beat the Warriors? The Pick and Roll. Clearly, the Warriors can’t handle the Clippers’ Lou Williams isolation ball/pick and roll game, as he lead the Clippers charge putting up a 36 points-11 assists stat line in Game Two AT the Oracle. If the Warriors can’t stop the Clippers’ offensive moves, please explain to me how they will be able to stop James Harden and Chris Paul? With Demarcus Cousins now being ruled out for the rest of the playoffs, you might have better defense with Andrew Bogut. But let’s not forget about that 3 point line, the true reason why the Rockets are so deadly. As a team in the regular season, they averaged a total of 16, made 3s per game; second being the Milwaukee Bucks at 13.5 (NBA Stats).

Edit 2: 4/21 Continuation of Rockets Analysis

Running the offense through James Harden and Chris Paul opens up so many opportunities for them to score, as well as the other 3 or 4 guys on the court, all ready to shoot. Double teamed? Kick it out to Eric Gordon or P.J Tucker. The Warriors are protecting the 3? Lob it up to Clint Capela or Kenneth Faried. Thus, the Rockets just have too many weapons in their starting 5 and off the bench that can torch the Warriors on any given night.

Now yes, The Warriors have their big 4 in Durant, Curry, Klay, and Draymond. And yes, the Rockets don’t have the greatest defense. The big difference is, the Warriors do not really have that guy to throw the lob to, now that Demarcus Cousins is out. When they set up their own pick and roll, they can easily attack coverages such as switches and hard hedges, just like the Rockets. Their one big piece they now lack is a big man to throw the lob to on the roll. Draymond Green, an undersized 6′7 forward is a great option, but I believe he won’t match up against the Rockets bigs, (please prove me wrong). The Warriors do indeed have a man named Kevin Durant, who can get you 30 on any given night. I truly believe he is the X Factor to this series, and it all depends on how many shots he wants to take a game. He needs to quiet the media and haters and prove to them that this is his team, not Curry’s.

EDIT 3, 5/3: Warriors vs Rockets: Games 1-3

Wow. All I have to say. This has been a very entertaining series, from on the court to off the court. If you are an NBA fan, you couldn't ask for anything more, except if you are James Harden or the Rockets. Yes the Warriors are up 2-1 in the series, but the big ref scandal on not knowing their own rule they created a couple of seasons ago about closing out on a player is absolutely ridiculous. Mr. Scott Foster was the main target for this blame, since it was in his zone. The problem was, none of the refs attempted to call it, even if it was in his zone. There were many occurrences of it, mainly that James Harden was apart of. He is known for initiating contact with a defender, but the Warriors players gave him nowhere to land after he shot. Though the Rockets are still in this series, a stolen game at the Oracle will come up big down the road.

Throughout the series, we have seen tempers flare, terrible acting, and Steve Kerr doing absolutely nothing this whole series except trolling the internet and the Houston Rockets. Very funny, but we all know the Warriors could win it all with any head coach. Harsh words, but give the ball to Kevin Durant- just like they did in the 4th quarter of game 3- and watch magic happen. It is unbelievable how good of a player he is. He can do it all, and I do truly believe it is HIS team. Steph Curry may be a fan favorite, but KD is showing up day in and day out, just look at his playoff numbers, he is averaging 36 points on 51 percent shooting. Like I said, Kevin Durant is truly the X factor for the Warriors, it all depends on how many shots he takes, and how many shots they let him take in a row. This man is the definition of streaky, and the Warriors have yet to use him to his full potential.

Edit #4, 5/5: Warriors vs Rockets Games 4 and 5

As the series has gone on, we have seen a lot more flopping, acting, and numerous maneuvers in order to exploit the referees and get a call. These games in my eyes are turning into plays, while each act is a quarter. You never know what is going to happen next from these guys. #BringBack90sBasketball . Now if you know 90s basketball you may think I am contradicting myself saying I do not like trash talk and miniature fights in basketball, but I am trying to say that these days the refs immediately blow their whistles for a technical if you stare someone down, or talk trash a player. This whole series has been a prime example of what I explained above, and it needs to stop.

Despite the flopping and complaining, we got to see Kevin Durant and James Harden both take over in Game 4, and it was a fun scoring battle to watch. James Harden ended up scoring 38 points, while KD led his team in scoring with 34. A great battle between each of these players in the fourth quarter, but the Rockets ended up tying up the series 2-2 after some missed clutched three pointers by Steph Curry and Kevin Durant.

Steph Curry. Has yet to REALLY show up for his team yet. Yes he is still putting up great numbers, but not MVP type of numbers we expect to see from this man. From the missed layups and the wide open threes, Curry has really struggled to put the ball in the net when his team needs it, ESPECIALLY in the fourth quarter. I will give say though he was the main reason why the Warriors brought home game 5 after KDs calf strain. But now since KD is ruled out for the series, Steph Curry really needs to start finding his shot quick in order to avoid elimination from the playoffs. I wouldn't say Austin Rivers, Shumpert, and Cp3 are 100 percent locking Steph up, but they have definitely made a major contribution to his struggles.

Edit #5, 5/7: Could the Raptors be a new rival?

Never thought I would say this, but the Raptors are actually looking great in the PLAYOFFS. We all know Kawhi Leonard has been putting his team on his back and making up for the “Playoff Lowry” jokes that have been happening, but Marc Gasol and Pascal Siakam have really stepped up their game. Gasol has been rock solid offensively, and has really stepped up defensively when it comes to guarding the post or contesting shots. Not to mention, Marc Gasol is creating shots for his teammates, and taking a major gap out of the equation that the Raptors have of depth in the front-court. Also, Paskal Siakam has continued to show us why he will be a offensive and defensive star for many years to come. He is averaging 22 points per game, 1 steal, 1 block, and 7 rebounds a game. Those are some amazing stats coming from a player who averaged 7 points last season in the playoffs. Hats off to both of these guys, as well as the rest of the Raptors role players, for shutting down the Sixers offense.

Kawhi Leonard. The Raptors 100 percent made the right move by bringing him and Danny Green over to the 6. I couldn't be more proud of him, after sitting out a whole season due to his situation with the Spurs, he has been the second or third best player right now in the NBA. He has greatly handled Jimmy Butler and the Sixers defense, averaging 31 points this postseason, to go with an effective field goal percentage (EFG) of 61.2 percent. Not to mention, his Player Efficiency Rating (PER) has been 31.2, which is off the charts. As the article I linked said it, he is a Defensive player of the year putting up 30 points a game; that deserves comparisons to the Greatest of all Time, Michael Jordan. We will see if he can continue this high level play, especially against teams like the Bucks, and if they can get to the NBA finals, the Western Conference.

Edit 6 5/8: How the Blazers can Defeat the Warriors

We all remember Damian Lillard telling reporters he believe the Blazers will win the series in 6 games. That turned into a meme real quick. Now that the Warriors have lost: some of their firepower on defense, the new weapons the Blazers have added, and the emerging of a superstar back-court in Dame and CJ, the Blazers truly match-up with these high flying defending champions. They will need to make a little magic happen-especially at the Oracle Arena- if they want to take this series and advance to the NBA finals assuming they beat the Nuggets.

First off, Damian Lillard has been the definition of clutch, along with Steph Curry. In my eyes, we are seeing the number 1 and number 2 point guard duel each other in the Western Conference Finals. Dame and CJ need to be able to out-shoot their perimeter based offensive, or this series will go downhill very fast. Portland will also need to use their size effectively to counter post touches from Kevin Durant. This will easily be their greatest challenge of the series, because we know both team’s back-courts can score at ease, but can Nurkic and Aminu shut down the best pure scorer in the league. Otherwise, I see the Warriors not having the biggest problem against this Blazers squad.

Edit 7 5/9: The Nuggets Bigs’ are the Key

This blog is turning out to be talking about each team left in the playoffs and talking about how they have a chance on taking down the defending champions. I am totally ok with it, but from a readers standpoint, it may seem very annoying. This Nuggets team really succeeded in the regular season, though then again, it is the regular season. The main key to their success was their ball movement, and their patience. Unlike the Rockets- and for some games the Warriors- the Nuggets use the whole 24 seconds given to them most of the time in order to get a shot off. The fast pace threes are greater than twos game the Warriors play is not their type of game. The Nuggets need to make sure their game is being played, and they are not rushing.

Taking a look at their roster, they are led by the 7 foot point guard/center Jokic, key role players in Will Barton, Garry Harris, and Paul Millsap. Finally, they have an emerging star in Jamal Murray. I love and been loving this mans game ever sine his days in Kentucky; a high flying, electric, fun to watch and impossible to hate player. I see his game very similar to Damian Lillard, the man he is going up against right now in the Western Conference Semifinals. It has been very fun to see both of them go at each other.

Getting back on track, the Warriors lack the size and depth of bigs on their squad, so if Millsap and Jokic will have a field day going against Draymond and Looney if the Nuggets give them post touches. If the post isn't working, both of these big man are great play-makers, and are willing to set another player up for an open shot. On defense, the Nuggets might have a tough time guarding perimeter shots and the pick and roll/pop offense the Warriors run. Though this team has some great defenders in Will Barton and Garry Harris-who will need to be constantly on Curry and Thompson- they must protect the perimeter and be ok to give up lobs and post-up baskets. The Warriors do not completely live and die by the three, and are willing to distribute the ball, so the Nuggets need to be aware of the extra pass and weak side ball screens and cuts the Warriors do to free Curry and Klay. As for Durant, he will get his shot no matter what, but the Nuggets need to make sure they double team him in the post, preferably with their two bigs.

Edit 8 5/10: The Rockets are sent home

Despite Kevin Durant being ruled out for Game 6, the Warriors took the series after a dominating performance by the Warriors back-court Steph Curry and Klay Thompson. I am truly happy for them, both of them started to find their shot and consistency that they have been burning the NBA with during the regular season. Though lets not get ahead of ourselves here, Curry did score 0 points in the first half, and Klay Thompson got off to a decent start. Despite that the game was still neck and neck in the 1st half. Yes, the Rockets deserved to lose this one. Though, from what I watched, there is nobody truly to blame. As Jonathan Fiegen puts it in his article reflecting on the game, James Harden did not fail. He did not succeed, either. No one can claim that he did in another loss, another season ending in frustration. But as much as many will blame him for the latest playoff loss and use it to define him as had been promised even before the game began in the event of a Rockets loss, if he is to be ripped now, they are talking about games of his past. This is a perfect explanation of tonight's game in terms of a Rocket fan’s shoe. I would though argue they should have been up by more at halftime due to the offensive struggle the Warriors had, but not every game is winnable.

Edit 9 5/11: Bucks Analysis

This is the team I expect to be in the NBA finals, and now that the Rockets are gone, the team I want to win it all (in case you didn't know or infer from my previous edits, I don’t really like the Warriors). I am now going to break down the match-ups, and how I think the Bucks can really take advantage of the Warriors fast paced, high flying offense.

Currently, all I know is that Kevin Durant's leg is going to be re-examined in a week, but I am going to assume that he is going to play in the NBA finals. That will be Giannis’ or maybe Kris Middleton's assignment. As I have said for the past teams, Kevin Durant will get his shot, the Bucks just need to make sure that the shots that they give him are not full isolation plays ran for him. As for the back-court, I am really confident that Bledsoe and Middleton have the defensive ability to lock up Curry and Thompson. Both of them are solid defenders who have the ability to guard such of players.

The Giannis Durant match-up is one for the century. Two freaks of nature dueling out with one another for the championship (assuming that is the finals match-up). Both of these players are in their MVP form, and certainly showing it these playoffs, but I believe Durant has the slight edge over him due to his experience in these very intense situations. I fear is the lack of experience this team has. The NBA Playoffs are a whole different type of basketball, not to mention that the NBA finals are the best of the best basketball. We will see if Giannis can continue to perform how he has been all season. Otherwise, the Warriors are most likely seeing a 3-peat.

This is an English Project, I am not a professional blogger nor do I have any experience in blogging. I will continue to update this blog as the playoffs go on, as that is one of the requirements for getting full credit.

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I Remember You - Dylan Strome (Part 3)

Okaaaaayyyy. So. A whole lot of life happened. But Im finally proud to present to you part 3. Please Enjoy.

Part 1 Part 2

As the month passed, the time for the Roadrunners to come back to Texas grew near. I’d finally get to see Dylan again. We talked pretty much everyday slowly getting to know each other. A few days before the game I got a call from Dylan asking if I had made a decision on which game I wanted to attend.

“We play on Friday and Saturday evening both at 7pm. If you want I can get tickets for both games. You won’t come alone will you?”

“As much as I’d love to come see you on both days I work on Friday and won’t be able to get to San Antonio in time for the game to start. It’s about an hour drive plus evening traffic, I can’t do it so just the Saturday game, and no I won’t be coming alone. Jacey would kill me if I went to a hockey game without her. Besides, she was really pissed off that she didn’t get to meet you in the first place.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry about that, but I had to go. I’m excited to meet her since you said she was the one who introduced you to me in the first place. I really have to thank her.” I could tell he was nervous about something because towards the end he started to ramble. “I’ll tell Wally I want to have 2 tickets for you guys waiting at will call. All you have to do is tell them your name and I think show an ID and they’re all yours.”

“You really don’t have to do that Dylan. I can buy the tickets.”

“But this way I know you’ll show up. You’ll feel bad if you have tickets there waiting for you and you don’t even use them.”

“You know I hate it when you’re right, but I’ll be there any way. Don’t you know my favorite hockey player will be there? Why wouldn’t I go?”

“Oh well I didn’t know you liked Lawson that much, I’ll have to let him know.” I laughed at his comment, but before I could come up with a witty remark my thought process was interrupted. Dylan told me he was about to go into the rink for practice and he would text me when he was done.

The week flew by quickly and at lunch with Jacey I received a text from Dylan telling me that the tickets for the game were secured. He told me how excited he was to see me that he really hoped I liked the seats he picked for us.

“I can’t believe you told him we wouldn’t go tonight. I wanted to so bad.” Jacey said while picking at her food.

“I know, but with work I just don’t think I could do it. It’s going to be a nightmare with all the traffic and we wouldn’t make it to the game in time. At least not in time for warm ups.”

“So? We don't have to be there for warm ups.” She didn’t make eye contact, but rather messing with her phone the whole time, still eating because she had to be back at her office in 20 minutes. “Are you happy with how your makeup and hair look today?”

“Actually yeah, I decided not to wear foundation cause of this new moisturizer I tried. I thought I was having a good skin day.” I continued to ramble on about my skin and new moisturizer glancing up to see Jacey’s evil grin.

“That's great. I'll be at your house at 6. I just bought us 2 tickets for tonight's game. We’re sitting behind Tucson’s bench. You buy gas and we’ll call it even.” I didn't even have time to think and get words out of my mouth. She hit the order button on her phone and we were set for the game tonight. “I don't think you should tell Dylan. Surprise him. He’ll love it.”

“He’s gonna be upset. I told him we wouldn't be there and I’d see him tomorrow.”

“He’ll forgive you. I have to go back to work now, but I’ll be at your house later. Is your Roadrunners shirt clean?”

“Yeah, but it won’t be for tomorrow when I really need it.” We left the restaurant and went our separate ways back to work. I seriously contemplated telling him we’d be there for the game tonight. It was incredibly difficult, but I contained myself when he started texting me asking how my day was going and if I had any plans for tonight. I didn’t exactly lie by telling him Jacey and I were going out after work.

Jacey got to my house very shortly after I did already wearing her shirt and a pair of black leggings. I didn’t want to match her intentionally, but I decided to wear leggings as well choosing comfort over style after being in work clothes all day long. Knowing Dylan was already at the rink getting ready to go out for warm ups, I sent him a quick text wishing him luck and telling him I’d watch the game after dinner.

Once we got to the AT&T Center we parked the car and got through security. We did the usual pregame routine, slightly less rushed, and made our way to our seats right behind Tucson’s bench. Warm ups were already completed, both teams were back in their locker rooms and time was ticking down towards the puck drop.

With 5 minutes to go, the announcer came over the speakers and the team started skating onto the ice. Shortly after all the players were out of the tunnel, I could see all the Roadrunners ready to make their way onto the ice. I couldn’t see Dylan yet because I knew he always had to be the last one out. I also knew he had no idea I was there, and I couldn’t wait to see his reaction. He skated around for a minute and made his way over to the bench since he wasn’t in the starting shift for the game. Our eyes met instantly because we were right there in the first row behind their bench. A huge smile spread on his face practically going from ear to ear. He took his time turning around and sitting down starting to focus for the game.

The whole game flew by so fast. Being a Rampage fan (when Tucson isn’t playing them), it was hard not to cheer for them at some points in the game. That all changed when I saw Mason Geertsen skate by Dylan. He immediately turned around and started skating after Mason. From there it escalated to a shoving match, but AJ Greer and Lawson Crouse came in with the refs to break it up quickly before it could get any worse. Both Dyan and Mason got minor roughing penalties and went to the sin bin still yelling at each other through the glass.

By the end of the game the score was tied 2-2. Jacey and I were sitting on the edge of our seats. The game went immediately into overtime. At the beginning of the five minute overtime period I got a tap on my shoulder that made me jump nearly 5 feet in the air. A trainer with a Tucson polo was standing behind me.

“Hi, are you Ashlyn?” He said after giving me enough time to calm down.

“Um, yes?” I replied very confused as to how he knew my name.

“Okay, well, um, Mr. Strome has asked that I escort you back to the locker rooms when the game is over. I’ll be standing by the entrance for section 8, so meet me at the stairs and I’ll take you the rest of the way.”

“Oh wow, okay, is it okay if my sister comes?” He said assured me that it was fine and then quickly left to wait for the end of the period.

Only 3 minutes into the period Klim Kostin from San Antonio scored and ended the game with a 3-2 Tucson loss. Jacey and I made our way up the stairs to the exit and met the trainer exactly where he said he’d be. He asked if we were ready to go and with a nod we started making our way to the locker rooms. After a few minutes of walking we were led to a door with several other girls waiting outside as well. He turned to us and said to just wait there and Dylan would be out shortly.

We stood awkwardly for a few minutes getting looks from some of the other girls waiting. What felt like an eternity was worth it when I saw the door swing open and Dylan walk out with a huge smile on his face.

“Aren’t you supposed to be upset? You guys lost.” I said even though I knew he wasn’t bothered by the loss because he knew I was there.

“We lost because you lied to me and said you weren’t coming, but I can’t even begin to tell you how happy I am that you’re here. I’m going to hug you, okay?” I turned around and glanced at Jacey giving me a strange look. I turned back around and said okay. He wrapped his arms fully around me and I was consumed by his entire stature. He didn’t squeeze me too tight, but just enough that I knew he had been longing to do that since we met.

We broke from the hug and I looked up at him. I flashed a quick smile and turned toward Jacey again.

“Dylan, this is my sister and best friend in the entire world, Jacey.”

“Hi Jacey, it’s really nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you already.” He stepped up to her and I’m assuming asked if he could give her a hug because she nodded very small with a smile and he leaned over and gave her a little side hug.

“I’m really happy you guys came today, but why did you decide to come after all?”

“It was my idea, it was a last minute decision at lunch today.” Jacey piped in before I could even put the blame on her.

“Well I’m glad you did. It was a nice surprise. Thanks Jacey cause even I couldn’t convince her. Are you staying the night here in San Antonio or are you going home?”

“We are going back to my house. Jacey is spending the night with me and we’re gonna hang out tomorrow in San Antonio before the game.” Jacey looked at me kinda relieved because I was sure she didn’t want to do all the back and forth from her house to mine again tomorrow.

“Okay that’s good, I’ll let you ladies go home before it gets too late, but call me when you get there so I know you are safe.” Dylan leaned in again for another hug and placed a quick peck on my temple so that nobody else could really see.

“Thank you so much for letting us come back here. It was nice meeting you.” Jacey said starting to walk away.

“Bye Dylan. We’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled, not wanting to turn around and leave. I wanted to stay with him forever.

“Bye. Please stay safe.” We walked back the way we came and out to the foyer with the crowd still slowly exiting the arena. We got to the car and began the regular routine of leaving the game once again.

On the way back to my house, we stopped and got food and ate in the car. While eating Jacey brought up that she thought it was weird that he told me he was going to hug me and that he asked her before he did as well.

“Yeah, I told him about how I don’t like being hugged, or touched for that matter. I also told him you were kind of the same way. He wanted to make a good impression and asked first.”

“Ha! Dylan Strome wanted to make a good impression on me? Really?” The thought was a little interesting since he’s kinda famous in the hockey community.

Half an hour after getting food we arrived back at my house. Once we got settled in I gave Dylan a call. I told him he was on speaker so he could hear Jacey as well. We let him know how much fun we had at the game and thanked him once again for bringing us back to meet him at the locker rooms. After we were done with all the thank yous Jacey went to take her make up off and get ready to go to bed. I took Dylan off speaker and laid down on my bed.

“It was so nice to finally get to hug you. I’ve been waiting since we met to do that.”

“I know. Me too. You give the best hugs. I didn’t want to leave and I most definitely can’t wait until tomorrow. I miss you already.” Not even realizing the last bit came out of my mouth, I waited for his response. There was a slight sigh of what sounded like relief.

“I miss you too. I sat in my hotel room waiting for your call, but I kind of stink and I need to shower. I’ll text you when I get out okay?”

“Okay. Talk to you later. Bye.” We hung up and I just laid there thinking about the plans for tomorrow. Jacey walked back into my bedroom and sat on the bed next to me. She let me know that the bathroom was all mine when I was ready. I got up and went to my dresser, got some pj’s and headed to the bathroom to shower.

When I came back I had a text waiting for me from Dylan. We exchanged a few messages until he had fallen asleep. While Jacey had already been dead to the world asleep, I was having trouble getting comfortable on account that there was another human in my bed. I was used to having my dog come visit from my parents house every once in a while but not another person. I had the TV on playing The Office because I can’t go to sleep without it on. I clicked ‘Continue Watching’, blaming Netflix for judging me. Before I knew it, I looked at my phone and saw that it was 3:37 am. I put it screen down on my mattress and slipped it under my pillow. I groaned quietly and tried to shut my eyes, but right as I did my phone started ringing as loud as it possibly could. Wondering who the hell was calling me at this time I scrambled around trying to get it out from under my pillow and tried to turn it down before it woke Jacey up.

I looked at the screen and saw Dylan’s name. I answered, very confused, with a very hushed hello.

“Hello?” He was whispering as well probably trying not to wake up whoever he was bunking too.

“Dylan? Is everything okay? Do you even know what time it is?” I said, still confused.

“Yeah. Everything is okay. I woke up a little bit ago and had some questions for you. Did I wake you up?”

“They couldn’t wait until in the morning? No you didn’t wake me up, but you should be asleep right now.”

“ You should too. What is your excuse?” he said. He was right, I explained that Jacey wanted to sleep in my bed too, so I just didn’t have enough room for the usual position I slept in. He responded with a ‘yeah uh huh sure’ and was absolutely positive that it was because I was actually lying awake thinking about him. He wasn’t entirely wrong. My mind did drift to him, but mostly about what I was going to wear tomorrow.

“Yeah of course I was thinking about you. I was actually thinking about what I was going to wear tomorrow. You see, I was forced against my will to go see my favorite hockey player and now I don’t have a Roadrunners shirt to wear when I see them play tomorrow.”

“ Well I’ll see what I can do about that. What do you have planned for tomorrow?”

“ Jacey and I are going to a few malls in the area, grab some lunch, and then go to the game. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have morning skate and practice but I’ll be done at 11, want to meet for lunch? I have to go back to the hotel around 4 though.” I was a bit surprised he wanted to have lunch with us but really excited because I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could before he went back to Arizona.

“Absolutely, I’ll figure out where we’re going to lunch and I’ll text you the information. How are you gonna get there? Do we need to pick you up?” I felt bad for the all the questions.

“No. I’ll just get an Uber. It’ll be fine. Don’t you worry about me. You need to get some rest. You have a big day tomorrow. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Sweet dreams.” He pressed the end button before I could protest, my phone screen went black and the sound in the room returned to just the quiet audio on the tv. I turned over and immediately fell asleep.

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Wicked Games (Chapter 22)

“Let me be your soulmate, for the night.” - Justin Timberlake

With all the excitement that had happened yesterday, I did not sleep much. I awoke early in the morning, my body too restless and my mind too abuzz to go back to sleep.

I was up so early I had time to go to a local diner and eat pancakes before class. Now I was here early enough to be the first student to arrive to theater.

The rest of the class trickled in slowly, as I tapped my foot at my desk, swearing I could hear every tick of the clock as I waited eagerly for Lauren to arrive.

All morning I couldn’t stop wondering about the fight that had taken place yesterday. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lauren and how she had defended me so unabashedly. She stood up for me and showed that somewhere inside of her she does care for me. Still, I could not help but wonder why she had done it. Why did she get so angry? Plenty of my teammates were hearing and seeing the nasty things Hanna had said and done to me, so why did it light a spark in Lauren specifically?

I people watched for a few minutes to distract myself as my impatience grew. I watched Mr. Vogel arrive, an apple in hand. Today he was wearing a silver coat covered in glitter. Although he looked ridiculous, he also looked spectacular. He had his hair slicked back with gel and it looked as though he had recently got it cut. His face held a freshly shaven look and it seemed to glow with exuberance as he flashed the class a smile that I am pretty sure was only noticed by me.

Finally, I felt the air shift around me.

I looked to my left to see the raven-haired girl. She dropped to her chair with a huff.

I let a few moments of silence pass by excruciatingly before I turned and addressed her, “So, how much trouble are you in?”

I did my best to sound nonchalant, as though my thoughts hadn’t been consumed by her so far today.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “A lot. CG made me meet her at seven AM this morning to read some dumb NCAA rules and regulations packet. She’s making me read the entire thing.”

“Do you have to take a quiz over it or something?” I asked.

“Yeah, there’s basically a question for every single fucking page and there’s like two hundred pages!” Her voice began to rise in loudness and intensity as she decscibed the situation.

“Jesus..” I scratched my head in sympathy.

“Yeah! And so far, none of what I have read has anything to do with fighting!”

I sat quietly as she continued to vent.

“Did you know that a ref can call a technical on someone sitting on the bench for just throwing their arms up in the air??” she questioned me. Her piercing green eyes staring right into mine.

“Um.. no..”

“They can! Why do I know that? Because I have to read this stupid handbook! Ugh, and I have to go in at seven AM every morning until I finish it or else I can’t practice.”

“Ouch.. how far did you get today?”

She threw her hair back in irritation. “Fifty pages just about. Hopefully since tomorrow is Saturday I will get more time.”

I nodded, “That would make sense.”

“The coaches said they expect the conference to hand down at least a two game suspension for shoving the girl, inciting a fight, and squaring up, showing an intention to fight,” she relayed as though she was a robot reciting what phrases she was given.

I figured that would happen. A fight broke out last year because of Hanna Grace. That one was much more severe, but it ended with a player on the opposing team being suspended for four games. Lauren didn’t even get the chance to throw a punch, courtesy of me, so I figured they would be more lenient towards her.

She groaned and sunk in her seat. “Do you remember what our next games are?”

My eyes flickered to the floor, feeling bad for her. Our next couple games would be in San Francisco for a tournament between a bunch of the nearby California schools in Division III after Christmas. Every other college student is still on Christmas break at that point except for us. Although not getting as much of a break sucked, the tournament is very fun. It is a vacation within a business trip.

“Are the coaches going to still let you go?” I pried, hoping the answer would be yes. In reality, it would be good to go on this trip without her and get some more separation from her, but deep down I didn’t want that.

“I don’t know.. the coaches are furious with me,” she dejectedly responded.

A sad feeling surfaced within me seeing her so disheartened. A part of me felt guilty and responsible for what happened. I lost my cool for a moment and provoked Hanna into shoving me, which caused Lauren to go into a frenzy. Now she was in this mess.

“So.. how are you feeling?” I asked her curiously, already having a pretty good idea of the answer. I wanted to show her that I cared too.

She glanced at me as though she hadn’t expected me to ask that.

Before she could answer though, Mr. Vogel’s emphatic voice rang out.

“Last class to practice your performances!!” He clapped his hands to further emphasize his excitement, like he always did. “Please take advantage of today and ask for help if you need it. Props are in the back. Let’s get started everybody!”

Lauren and I both sighed deeply simultaneously.

I had not practiced our lines one bit. In fact, I hadn’t touched the script packet once since I had haphazardly thrown it inside my backpack the day we got it. It freaked me out to think about the performance, so instead of preparing for it, I put it off.

Lauren was wearing a black tank top with a blue jean long-sleeve cover up. Her long hair was flowing in natural waves down her shoulders and back. My eyes could not help but make their way to her cleavage that at the moment was exposed to me as she leaned over to get her script out of her bag. Memories flashed across my brain of amazing times where I got to kiss and suck on those-

‘Jesus Christ Camila!’ I admonished myself. I shook my head, shaking those thoughts away and focused back on the lines in front of me.

We both sat like that in awkward silence for about fifteen minutes. Both of us just staring at our scripts, hopelessly trying to memorize the lines. I cringed at every cheesey word splashed across the page, truly loathing the prospect of next Friday.

“You know ladies, it’s one thing to memorize the lines, but quite another to actually perform them.”

I looked up to see Mr. Vogel looking down at us with a disappointed expression despite his signature smile.

It was then that I looked around and noticed all of the commotion in the room. Nearly every partnership was standing around the classroom, actively practicing their scripts back and forth with eachother. Some had even grabbed props such as hats and canes and were utilizing them.

I looked back at Mr. Vogel uneasily, hoping that if neither Lauren or I said anything, he would eventually just go away and leave us alone.

Unshockingly, that didn’t work.

“You two aren’t planning to wing it, are you?” he asked pointedly, although I suspected he already assumed the answer.

I shrugged and said “No..” unconfidently, not really sure how I planned to handle this situation.

He did not like how apathetic we were being. That seemed to be Mr. Vogel’s biggest pet peeve.

He made us both get up and spent the rest of the class working with both of us, giving us suggestions on how we should move and when to be especially dramatic and when to be more reserved.

At first, I resented the fact that he wouldn’t leave us alone, but then I grew to appreciate it. He was giving us tips and pointers that would improve our grade if we did them in the performance, as well as being a third party that could lessen the awkwardness I felt trading these cringeworthy lines with Lauren.

But now here I was, a couple days later, completely alone with Lauren Jauregui, trying desperately to memorize these lines and not die of embarassment every time I thought of having to perform them in front of the class.

This time there was no Mr. Vogel to mediate or correct things.

I sat on the couch of my teammate’s home, with Lauren on a bean bag chair a couple feet in front of me.

For the past twenty minutes we had been trying to just simply say the lines without looking at our scripts, but I kept messing up. Lauren seemed to have a good memory, so she was doing it with ease, but for some reason I could not for the life of me get it right. I kept forgetting one or two words, or saying the lines out of order.

“Let’s try it one more time,” Lauren suggested.

I nodded, giving my lines one last once over. Then I set my script on my lap and looked up at the younger girl across from me.

I started, “What are you gonna do?”

Lauren instantly responded without much emotion, “I don’t know.”

I blinked, realizing I was already forgetting how the next part went. “So we’re back to that?Are we back there?” I trailed off, trying desperately to think of what came next. I looked at Lauren, hoping it would somehow jog my memory. A raised eyebrow from her infuriated me, but I continued to think.

I had an ah-ha moment. “Oh!” I paused and then reiterated what I thought the line was. “The past couple days happened, you know.”

I sat up straight, proud of myself for remembering.

Lauren sighed and shook her head. “It’s 'What about the past couple of days? They happened you know.’”

I cursed and slammed my script down on the coffee table. “Fuck this stupid shit.”

“Woah..” Lauren spoke, putting her hands up as though I had pointed a gun at her.

I rolled my eyes and grimaced at her overdramatic reaction. “This is maddening, ok.” I was super frustrated and I had enough stress on my plate without this silly script that I could not seem to get locked into my mind.

Her eyes narrowed, as she set her script down softly on the coffee table and stood up from her bean bag. “You have a short temper don’t you?” she asked rhetorically. I scowled at her.

“You’re one to talk,” I retorted, trying to keep my cool under her tantalizing stare and blatantly suggestive tone. She’s the one who got into a fight the other day.

She ignored my sarcastic remark and started inching dangerously close to me. She added, “I never noticed that before,” with a smirk and finished it off with a sultry “it’s kindof sexy.”

I’m pretty sure all of the color left my face after that comment. I was so caught off guard by what she said I didn’t have a chance to react when she lowered herself onto my lap.

“What are you doing?” I mumbled slowly, her lips hovering maybe an inch from mine. My heart beat started exploding inside my chest as her familiar smell cascaded me.

“Just let it happen,” she exhaled. It did not take her long to close the distance between us and forcefully plant her lips upon mine. Today my walls were weak because I made no move to stop her. I sat there unresponsive for a few moments and then her tongue brushed my bottom lip and I was unable to resist any longer. I pushed my lips back onto hers and let my hands rest on her hips. My lips felt on fire as they moved in rhythm with hers.

She pulled away slightly. “You’ve been so tense lately.. let me distract you,” she whispered seductively into my ear before she proceeded to nibble on it.

She was right. Everything in my life seemed to be stressing me out right now. I had to learn the lines for this stupid scene, I was frustrated with the way I had been playing lately because it was not to my standard, our team was in trouble for that fight, I had two big finals coming up, I was worried about my professional school interviews that were happening soon, and my ambivalent love life was also not helping matters.

But still, I continued to be stubborn. “What about our lines?” I mean, we do have to perform this scene in a few days. Just thinking about it was giving me anxiety. The thought of going out there and not even knowing the lines and blubbering through it was almost enough to send me into a full-blown panic attack.

“We can practice the lines later. Right now.. we should practice something else..” she charmed. I could literally feel her smile on my skin. “I have some tension of my own I need to get rid of too..” she huffed as her warm fingers slid under my shirt and gently stroked my skin, causing me to shiver as a heat ran down my stomach.

'Fuck’ I thought to myself, no longer being able to ignore how much she had already turned me on.

She was kissing down the side of my neck and I was just starting to relax and get into it when I had an 'oh shit’ moment remembering where we were. I gently nudged her off me. “Lauren, what if somebody comes home?” gesturing towards the front door.

We would be busted immediately. The couch was directly in sight of the door.

“Well, I guess we’re just going to have to move this to my room,” she said smoothly, a smirk across her face. Her eyes blinked at me suggestively and I knew I was in no state of mind to disagree.

I sighed loudly, accepting that I was not going to fight it today. I roped my arms underneath her butt and stood up from the couch. She wrapped her legs around me and giggled cheerfully, knowing she had won. I walked to her room carrying her in my arms, pecking her lips periodically, fully giving in to her. She adorably laughed against my lips as her palms felt my cheeks. In response, a feeling that couldn’t be described as anything other than happiness, rushed through me.

For tonight at least, I was Lauren’s and Lauren was mine.

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Basketball Player!Ten (High School)

Grade: Junior

Position: Starting Shooting Guard

Skills: Shooting (three-pointers), support/motivation/happiness

so ten is known to be just always so happy

always has a smile on his face

even if it’s at the end of practice and he’s been doing conditioning for the last 15 minutes

always smiling

and he is usually able to get the others in a good mood too

like if one of his teammates is having a bad day, ten will easily cheer them up

which makes the whole team in a better mood

which helps them play better individually and as a team

during games, even if he misses a shot or travels or turns the ball over he is still smiling

the coach gets so mad at him every time too

thinking that ten thinks it is funny that he messed up

so he’s gotten yelled at quite a few times just for being his usual self

when he’s out of the game and sitting on bench, he’s usually cheering for his teammates

warning them of the shot clock or yelling out the play they’re doing

ten is known for his shooting

he’s always working hard before practice starts by shooting around the hoops

working on his shooting technique and helping other teammates if they are struggling, especially the younger players or people on the JV team

although ten really doesn’t even have the best technique, it still ALWAYS gets in somehow

and it can be pretty frustrating to some of the other players bc it just comes so easy to him

ten is not a ball-hog AT ALL

like he loves to pass to his other teammates to let them make the shots

but if no one is open, he’ll easily take the shot, even if the person guarding him is super close to him

you are actually a stats person from a different school than ten

you got started bc your best friend johnny signed up to do stats and he signed your name up too bc he didn’t want to be by himself

so you do the stats on a tablet and johnny does it on paper, each focusing on different parts of the game and helping each other out

but you also mess with each other all the time, especially during time outs and in-between quarters

during a three-day long tournament, you met ten for the first time

ten’s team played your school’s team during the first day

and he caught your eye during the first couple of minutes bc he was scoring so many points so quickly

Johnny even expressed his concerns that if your team couldn’t defend him better, they’d definitely lose the game

ten also caught your eye because he was smiling so much the whole time he had been in

it just made you want to spend time with him because his happiness could easily spread to you

when ten was subbed out for the first time, the game started to calm down a little and your team was able to catch up

and soon ten was kneeling in front of you, waiting to be subbed back in

once the refs had time to bring him in, ten turned around and smiled at you quickly before running onto the court

the game continues that way for the rest of the game

ten scoring a bunch of points, being subbed out when he gets tired, you team catching up a little, and ten getting subbed back into the game, always making sure he smiles at you

but when he gets back into the game with only a couple of minutes left, ten winks at you which makes you blush and cause Johnny to question your relationship with ten and tease you

the game ended with your team losing by about 15 points, mostly because ten just kept sinking 3s

Johnny and you get up from your spot after finishing the stats and hand off the stats to the assistant coach before they go into the locker room

as you were forced to stay and watch the next game of the tournament, Johnny and you sat together and watched the next two teams warmup for their game

as the game was starting, ten and jaehyun were walking to sit on the bleachers but ten noticed you and Johnny and decided to sit in front of you, making sure to smile at you before he sat down

Johnny gave you a weird look and you watched the game, occasionally listening to jaehyun’s and ten’s commentary

you tried not to laugh at some of their jokes, knowing that you didn’t want to get caught overhearing their conversation

around half-time, jaehyun gets up to get food and Johnny leaves to meet with the assistant coach about a stat issue

ten decides to start talking to you

it’s hella awkward as he tries to use some stupid pickup lines with you but also just genuinely wanting to get to know you

and you answer his questions and occasionally ask him questions as you also wanted to know more about ten too

you conversation progresses to some stupid talk about a class you two both take

until Johnny comes up and tells you that the bus is leaving soon

so you have to say goodbye to ten and get on the bus

and the whole ride home is just you thinking of ten and you cannot wait to see him again

the next day of the tournament, your team plays an earlier game as they lost the first game

the game continues as normal, you and Johnny taking stats and messing with each other

until ten’s team arrives, all wearing matching sweats and looking intimidating

ten’s eyes scan the gym until he sees you, smiling and waving at you

you smile and wave back and Johnny’s like

“you do realize your boyfriend is our rival right”

“he’s not my boyfriend”

“yeah sure, whatever you say”

so you get more distracted than normal while taking stats, but you still get through it

and ten has now changed into his jersey and getting ready to warmup

and you sit with johnny and watch as ten warms up by shooting around and stretching

you unintentionally ignore Johnny’s comments

and when he notices, he just stops talking and starts pouting until he gets your attention again

which takes way longer than you’d like to admit

but throughout the game you try to pay attention to both the game and whatever Johnny is saying at that time

and ten isn’t taking as many shots as he was the first day, mainly because the other team isn’t playing the defense very close

so he lets the other players score

and occasionally ten will look at you in the crowd, a smile on his face the entire time

when the game ends, after ten’s team wins, Johnny pulls your attention away from ten going to the locker room

“why don’t you just ask him out already?”

“bc I'm not about to embarrass myself, he doesn’t like me”

Johnny rolls his eyes “yeah, and I'm not good looking”

then you roll your eyes

“you should though, like you aren’t going to see him every day and there’s only one more day of the tournament”

“I know, I know”

Johnny leaves to go sit with some of the players of your team when he sees ten walking out of the locker room and making his way towards you

and ten’s hair is all messed up from just playing a game of basketball and sweating

and he’s just wearing his team sweats

but he just looks so great anyways

and you guys start talking again while watching the next teams warmup

it’s like you’ve known each other for years

you just feel like you know ten so well

“are you ready for the tournament to be over? it’s probably really tiring playing three games in three days”

“I kind of am, but then I won’t be able to see you when it’s over”

you try to hide you blush that comes from his comment

“we could hang out after the tournament ends” you mumble

“sounds good, can I get your number?”

and you exchange numbers and hangout until the final game is over and you both have to go your separate ways

and Johnny and some of the basketball players tease you when you get on the bus

but ten starts texting you during the bus ride

and it just makes you so happy that ignore their comments

the last day of the tournament ends the same way

your team ended up winning their last game and got 3rd in the tournament

you were able to talk and hang out with ten before his game

ten’s team got 2nd, but there was a smile on his face the whole time

and after the game, ten came up and hugged you, his hair messed up and all sweaty

even if they didn’t get first, he was still happy and proud of himself and his team

and he was so happy that he met you at this tournament

and with a promise to meet up again soon, he heads off to the locker room and you have to go back on the bus to go home

after a couple of times hanging out, ten finally got the courage to ask you out on a real date

and it was really cute bc he was so shy about bring it up

but you always try to make it to his games if you don’t have to do stats

and you meet some of his teammates and they let you know that ten never shuts up about you

at that point, ten’s like, “let’s go look at this trophy”

and ten and you occasionally will have study dates where you both complain about that class you were both taking

even tho you were on different chapters and had different teachers

it would just be nice to have someone that you can confide in and has a similar experience

overall your relationship is pretty cute but also just like you two are best friends

and Johnny gets slightly jealous that you don’t spend all your free time with him

he even tries to third-wheel on some of your dates

but ten doesn’t mind bc he’s been slowly becoming friends with Johnny

and soon enough Johnny and ten will be deep in conversation and completely forget you’re even around

but you don’t mind bc you have your two boys and life is great

#kpop #Kpop scenario #Kpop scenarios #ten #ten scenario #ten scenarios #nct #nct scenario #nct scenarios #bb!au

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CREATOR 2017 TAG MEME

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you’ve created this year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2017. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works. <3

I was tagged by the lovelyyy @bitter-stella - thank you so much, honnn! <3 Tbh I needed to figure this out. I needed a break and think a bit differently, not just nag about how unproductive I was this year.

1. Hurry!

Ady and Graham. This one would be the first one. It was something that started as .. nothing but a sketch I prolly wouldn’t finish and there I was lining it and colouring and heyyy, atmooosphere. <3 And these two (siblings!) are just my life.

2. Not So Alone

Katsy and Jim are… the other two siblings from my stories. I drew this one after struggling with a terrible artblock before Christmas. So wanted to draw something winter-y, but nothing was enough, nothing felt good, I felt like a shit. So I realized – Katsy is a person who tends to feel like a shit deep inside. So … why not help myself helping him? Finally painted a proper background I’d like. <3

3. Rafe’s aging meme and Rafe in general

My week of rewards for working on commissions and stuff. This boy became quite popular around people. However, friends complained they want to draw him, and have no refs, because ‚he’s too difficult to draw‘??? :‘D + there were questions what he was like when he was younger, which tattoos came first and so. My sweet baby, who started as that dummy muscle-type kinda guy, who’s just there as the bear sidekick to Valeria. Then I gave him Ady’s necklace and… shit got real. He’s made such progress during the year and I am so proud to say, that he’s one of my characters, who feels really alive to me. And there, years ago, I said I’d never want to see Jim and Ady’s children. Hah. Lolz.

4. I Fell Asleep Amid the Flowers

A birthday gift I painted for my darling Mort. Vlad and Valeria enjoying the moment, when Vlad isn’t a complete a-hole. I’ve had these deserts of Utah in my inspir folder for ages and wanted to draw something with them and.. yeah. This just somehow happened. <3 I remember I finished the picture two minutes before Mort came home after few days. :‘D

5. The Boy And the Sea

Meet Aidan an Sylvia. I thought I’d manage to draw this comic till the end of the year, but life went so busy and upside down, I lost my will halfway through it. Glad I managed to do more pages than the Words In Pictures has as a complete piece. But I had to take a break from it in June and … didn’t manage to return to it until I had no time to really work on it. But I am not throwing this project away! I have half of the pages finished and these days I am pumped to work on it. I just don’t have time fore it. :D However, it is something I am really proud of. <3 (Hehehe, first time actually showing a whole preview page somewhere!)

I could add some other things – like participating in Inktober and keeping up for more than fie days! (and loving the results) OR succesfully joining the artists alley at Animefest Brno in May! <3 OR finally giving Book of Lillies and Book of Stones an element to connect them and make them interesting for somebody else than just myself. Even though it is just a start of the journey, it is the first step! I finally know, what I am writing about. Time to research, explore and see what the characters will do with what the fate throws at them. ‘=) Some of the projects which motivate me to go for it, have been in making for YEARS and those are still not done. I hope I am stubborn enough and that I get time to sit my ass this year and really work on it. Even though I haven’t drawn much that can be seen last year – I have to admit I am really content. Because I crossed those first lines that have been keeping me from doing it. The first being the decision – Hell yes, I am doing it. It’s going to be difficult, but I AM doing it. The second – I found what I want to write about. <3

Last year was… not as good as the one before. But… it was a difficult one, which we managed to get through and I can pat my own shoulder, and tell myself – we really managed. I sorted some things, moved forward and even though I’ve been struggling with tons of shit and artblocks last weeks, I think of all the things I learned last year and I am very grateful.

May the 2018 be kinder and better!

Tagging @lesoldatmort @teryster @le-aki @chenria

#lass!art #lass!talks #art

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