#like dogg it took me so long to figure out that there was more to this shit than 'just don't like patriarchy'

[twopoppies]

https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.billboard.com/business/streaming/taylor-swift-spotify-streams-how-much-worth-1235524477/amp/

After seeing your post about Snoop not even making 45k for a billion streams, it reminded me of this article. It was written on December 1st, and at that time, T*ylor had 26.1 billion streams, which would amount to around $97 million in music royalties, according to Billboard. Billboard then estimated that by the end of the year, she would most likely reach around 27.2 billion streams, which amounts to around $101 million in music royalties. The article then says that if you add in the publishing revenue, her music will make around $131 million in royalties. Now I know Snoop is only around 1 billion streams compared to T*ylor's estimated $27.2 billion, but the math isn't mathing for me (unless I'm just actually too stupid to figure this out). So, what is going on? And like you said, where is the money going?

And are they giving certain artists special treatment? Like you put your music back on Spotify, which T*ylor took off in 2014 because they weren't valuing her art aka paying her enough money and is a fair complaint/criticism of streaming, and we'll pay you more than we pay other artists. Wouldn't be surprising because of how popular she's always been, even with her "cancellation." Plus, Idk how it works with big artists and streaming services but if they negotiate with big artists like her, someone who had already taken her music off the platform before, it wouldn't surprise me if they do pay her more especially as her popularity and success has reached the highest it's ever been.

I also saw another article. Maybe you or someone else has seen it as well, but isn't Spotify implementing a policy that an artist has to meet certain requirements before they can even get paid? Which is fucking insane.

Yeah, all of that is super fishy to me. And I honestly would not be surprised if they pay some artists more than others. But as you say, “the math isn’t mathing” if you compare what he’s saying versus what they’re saying about her. It’s been clear for a long time that artists don’t make their money off of streaming. but there are tons of people paying for premium subscriptions, and there are tons of advertisers on Spotify… from the calculators below it looks as though when you reach a certain number of streams the percentage of what you earn is a lot greater. 27×5000 isn’t 130 million. But also, it’s not $45K (as Snoop said).

The amount calculated will represent a blended rate of all the tiers offered by the services. So, in the case of Spotify, the rate shown is a blend of its paid tier rate, its ad-supported tier rate, and other tiers; while the Apple rate is also a blend of its various tiers.

The payout totals are based on the subscriber and advertisement fees that Spotify and Apple collect each month and the number of plays. Because those numbers fluctuate, the calculator will be updated on a monthly basis, but usually with a three-month lag, due to when the services information becomes available. Currently, the rates shown are based on reported data from June.

Obviously, Snoop Dogg earns lots of money in many different ways, but if you think about your average artist whose music plays on Spotify, the amount they make is pitiful.

Also, as a caveat, math and business dealings are not my forte by a long shot. So if anyone has better info here, please add on.

In reference to this

[arsonforcharlie]

hey happy trans day of visibility, it's me, i'm a whole trans with a new shirt who will post selfies given the slightest provocation

this year was a big one for me on the actively physically transing my gender front, and that's kinda ruled, glad i managed to work past a lot of that fear and self-doubt to get more comfortable in my me than i ever thought i could be, so that rules. now that i'm where i am i can't believe how long it took to let a lot of things hit, but look at me now, i'm trans AND hot

anyway trans rights, if you're in a position to help push back against transphobic legislation do that, and give money to your trans friends whenever you can

[quindolyn]

Ma’am i am begging for a wolfstar blurb where Remus has a innocence kink and Sirius has a corruption kink

With love, my vagina

Dumb Bunny || Remus Lupin and Sirius Black

Word Count: 4,553

A/N: I hope you like this Bo, you’re my favorite and you know that. I also wrote like 90% of this in one sitting so I don’t know if it’s any good because you usually i take breaks and come back and look at what I’ve written but who knows. Love you so much my love.

Warnings: degradtion, praise, names like slut and dumb, blow job, oral virgin, dogg style, this is post Azkaban kinda

Masterlist

Kneeling at Remus’ feet staring up at the outline of his cock pressing up against his pants was daunting. You’d never actually given head before, had guys asked? Sure, but it had just never seemed worth the trouble, you’d never actually gotten a good look at any of their pricks because as soon as you’d nixed a blow job they were desperate to get inside of you.

Not that that had been all that great either, but you digress. 

You watched with wide eyes as his nimble fingers moved to the button on his slacks, pulling it through the hole before unzipping his zipper which allowed his slacks to drop and pool at his ankles. 

This left him in only his navy boxers which allowed you to get a much better look at the outline of his cock, you could almost see the ridges of the head as it was jostled around when he stepped out of his pants, kicking them to the side as he repositioned himself in front of you. 

You sat there, unmoving as you stared down his cock, not quite sure what to do now.

“Come on Pup, don’t tell me that you’re so clueless that you don’t know what to do with a cock when its been laid out in front of you,” Sirius sniped from where he stood, leaning nonchalantly against the wall as his eyes raked over your figure, clad only in the pair of pale pink panties and matching bra that you had put on hours earlier. “Don’t tell me that you’re that useless.”

“M’not useless,” You grumbled, casting your eyes down in shame, “I just, I’ve never done this before.”

“Speak up there Pup,” Remus commanded gently, slipping two strong fingers under your jaw to tilt your head up so that you could meet his gaze, “Can’t hear you when you mumble, and s’not nice to not look at someone when you’re talking to them.”

“M’sorry sir,” You apologized, trying to keep your eyes on his and not on his ever growing bulge, still straining against the material of his boxers, “I was just saying that,” You gulped, casting a sidelong glance at Sirius before moving your eyes back to meet Remus’, “I’ve never done this before.”

“Never done what before?” Sirius asked from off to the side, his smirk evident in his voice as he moved to stand next to Remus, “Come on bunny, wanna hear you say it.”

You looked up at Remus with pleading eyes but it was clear he wasn’t going to call his dog off, “I’ve never given head before, I’ve never sucked…” You felt your face heat up as you trailed off at the implication of your words.

“Oh come on,” Sirius chuckled, kneeling next to you so that you were of equal height, “Don’t get shy on me now, you can say the word puppy, I know you can.”

You found yourself not mortified by his condescending matter but rather ridiculously turned on, you could already feel a knot begin to form in your belly.

Sirius kept his eyes trained on you expectantly until you finally relented, “Cock,” As the single word slipped from your mouth you felt embarrassment bloom in your belly which was silly really, it was only just a word.

“Come on now, all together,” The dark haired man grinned mischievously.

“I’ve never sucked cock,” You admitted bashfully, looking to Remus to measure his reaction. You were nervous, not only had you never sucked someone off before but both men were a decade older than you with more sexual experience. What if you weren’t good, or you couldn’t take them and triggered your gag reflex? With all of these thoughts swimming around in your head it was hard to form a coherent thought and that was purely from nervousness, you couldn’t imagine what it would be like when you had them inside of you.

He had to restrain himself from groaning, both at your words and the innocent look on your face as you gazed up at him, “You’ve had sex though right baby? We’re not gonna take your virginity are we?” He asked, because if he and his lover were about to be your first time it was going to have to be a whole lot more special than this.

You were quick to shake your head, “No, I’ve had sex, I’m not a virgin.”

“Well in this hole you are,” Sirius captured your jaw, turning it to face him. His thumb brushed against the seal of your lips in a nonverbal command for you to open them, which you did of course.

You watched with wide eyes as Sirius gathered spit in his mouth before he spat it into your mouth, the taste of him bleeding across the expanse of your tongue. 

“Let me see Pup,” Sirius commanded as you stuck your tongue out, allowing him to see his spit on your tongue before he gave you your next direction, “Good girl, now swallow.”

Not as restrained a man as Remus he did groan watching your throat with an unguarded lust that had you shivering at the idea of what thoughts laid behind that gaze.

“Pads is right, you’re a very good girl,” Remus praised, directing your attention back towards him. Your mouth dropped open at the sight you were met with, Remus’ stiff cock standing proud and tall in front of your face with his hand wrapped around it.

“Am I going to suck your cock?” You asked, wide eyed and slightly concerned as you gazed up at Remus. Though his dick was prettier than you anticipated with its bright red, leaking tip, and the ridges caused by the veins that ran along the sides it was absolutely mouth watering, but the idea of fitting that in your mouth was nothing less than nerve wracking.

He let out a low chuckle, one of his strong hands moving to brush your hair out of your face, his eyes trained on your lips, “No, not yet baby. Gonna wrap those pretty lips around Sirius he’s a little bit smaller, it’ll make it easier for you.”

You heard Sirius grumble in discontent at the comment as he pushed himself up to undo the buckle of his belt, shedding both his trousers and boxers with far less dignity than his counterpart. Though yes, he was a bit smaller, it didn’t appear to be a significant difference and did little to soothe your woes about your potential performance. 

“Don’t worry Poppet, m’gonna teach you how to suck his dick. It's not hard I promise,” The tall man knelt beside you, his hand still on his prick as he smeared a kiss along your temple. You allowed your eyes to close at the contact, leaning into the touch as Remus guided one of your hands to his cock. It practically jumped into your grasp as oppositely charged magnets would attract each other. 

Though you’d given a hand job before Remus’ much larger, scarred hand found its way to encase your’s, guiding you through the motions of pumping up and down the shaft.

“How about me?” Sirius sounded petulant, like a child, but there was absolutely nothing child like about the way his dick rested heavily in the palm of his hand, he wasn’t as long as Remus but what he lacked in length he made up for in girth. The head of his member was more purple than red, though it leaked just as ferociously with the beginning drops of precum.

“He’s right Puppy,” Remus told you, pulling his lips away from your temple so that you would be forced to support the weight of your head on your own and meet his eyesight, “Gonna teach you how to give a blow job, okay?”

You nodded your head, “Yes, Sir.”

Impatience radiated off of the man who stood before you, the head of his cock staring you down, before you could talk yourself out of action you reached out and took the shaft in your hand, getting used to how it sat heftily in your hand.

“You’re gonna want to spit in your hand first Pup, it’ll make it easier,” Remus suggested, his length still secure in his own hand. You followed your instructions, switching Sirius’ member to your nondominant hand while you spat into the other one before resuming your previous hold.

Gazing up at him as you worked your hand up and down the length of his shaft you noticed the way his eyes were entirely consumed by lust, shining grey irises now black, blending in with his pupils.

“Use your thumb to smear the precum baby, like that,” Remus continued to coach you, watching as you ran your thumb over the sensitive head of Sirius’ member and how he jolted at the motion, “See he likes it.”

“Do you? Do you like it, Daddy?” You peered up at him through your eyelashes, cocking your head to the side without ever relenting the movement of your hand, “Am I doing a good job?”

Remus groaned from beside you, his gaze having left the dick in your hand, now landing on your face. Sirius simply smirked, dark curtains of hair framing his visage, the mere sight of him looming above you was enough to make you embarrassingly turned on, feeling pleasure begin to simmer in your belly you could only imagine how it would feel when you had him in your mouth.

“You’re doing a very good job Puppy,” It was Remus who spoke this time, “But it looks like Pads might be a little desperate to get his cock in your mouth, you think you’re ready?”

“I think so,” You nodded.

That was all Sirius needed before he was releasing his member from your hold, gripping his hand around it pumping it once, then twice before bringing the head to rest on your bottom lip. Tracing the seal of your lips with the weeping head of his prick he spoke, “Come on Puppy, wanna be the first cock in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

“You heard him (Y/N), open your mouth, time to take his cock.” Remus said from beside you.

“B-But I’ve never done this before, how am I supposed to know what to do?”

Getting more and more frustrated with the fact his prick still wasn’t in your mouth Sirius began shifting his weight from foot to foot anxiously.

“Don’t worry, it’s gonna be alright,” The werewolf soothed you, running his fingers through your tresses, “Gonna help you.”

Glancing over at Remus for one last confirmation you didn’t realize what Sirius was doing until it was too late and his member was making contact with your cheek as he slapped it against the side of your face, streaking precum across your skin, “Hurry up slut.”

You whimpered at the degradation of both his words and his action as you felt a pang of pleasure zip through your body, shivering at the filthiness of it. You shifted in your spot, trying to rub your thighs together to soothe some of the ache that resided there and that wasn’t showing any indication of relenting but neither of the older men were having it.

“Stop that,” Sirius growled, capturing your jaw in his hand, pushing your cheeks together so that your lips were forced open, “Not about you right now, you’re supposed to be getting me off,” With that, having lost all patience he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, releasing a strangled groan as he stopped himself from pushing in deeper. 

Remus let out a small chuckle shifting so that he was closer to you, “There you go Poppet, just start with the head. You wanna be sure to keep your teeth tucked away so that you don’t hurt him,” Leaning in closer towards your ear he added something else in a low whisper, “We can do that later, yeah?”

You let out a small giggle, which because it was muffled by the cock sitting inside of your mouth sent vibrations of pleasure through Sirius, starting at the head of his member and working their way up the shaft. Unable to control himself he bucked into your mouth, not considerably deep but deep enough to jar you. 

“Careful Si,” Remus scolded gently, one of his hands going to grip Sirius’ bare thigh as a reminder not to rush. Looking at you he saw the tears brimming in your eyes at the sudden and unexpected motion, “Puppy,” He cooed, caressing the side of your face with his knuckles, “Gotta breathe through your nose, do you know how to do that baby?”

Shaking your head gently you were careful to keep your teeth tucked away behind your lips while still signaling that you had no clue what you were doing. 

“Are you choking on my cock?” Sirius mocked you, the concerned tone of voice so sickly sweet it was nauseating, “Not even doing anything with it, just sitting there in your mouth and you can’t even take it,” He thrusted up gently into your mouth, just enough for the head of his cock to brush up against the roof of your mouth as cause you to gag around his length.

“Be nice Sirius,” Remus seethed through gritted teeth, glaring up at him while he pet your hair, grounding you as you focused on inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils. Concentrating on that helped you to calm your gag reflex, no longer having a problem with how his member was positioned in your mouth.

“Daddy can be mean can’t he?” Remus directed his attention towards you, his tone was so falsely sympathetic that it worsened the need bubbling up inside of you as the pleasure in your stomach continued to simmer. 

You stopped yourself from nodding again, this time letting out an affirmative hum which pleased Remus as he watched Sirius’ hips stutter as he refrained from forcing his length all the way down your throat.

“You can suck harder bunny, it’ll feel good and he’ll tell you if something hurts or doesn’t feel good, gotta trust him to do that.”

Taking his advice you sucked more harshly at the member inside of your mouth, swirling your tongue around the head while looking up at him to gauge his reaction, he was still looking down at you, unblinking as though if he lost sight of you for even a moment the pleasure would stop. 

Remus slid his body behind yours so that your back was pressed to his chest with his cock achingly pressing into your bareback, smearing precum along your skin.

“Gotta hollow your cheeks Pup, like this,” His fingers found their way to either side of your face, pressing gently on your cheeks until he could feel the cock inside of your mouth. “It’ll feel good for him, make it tighter like it would be if he was fucking your cunt.”

One hand quickly abandoned your face, sliding its way down your stomach until his fingers were brushing the top of your lacy panties before slipping just his fingertips beneath the material. He simply cupped your pussy possessively, not working his fingers between your folds or into your hole, but just resting there, clutching you.

“Fuck Moons,” Sirius gritted, “She’s a fucking natural, hollowing her cheeks so prettily for me it’s like fucking her actual cunt.”

You whined at his words, squirming once again trying to relieve the ache burning between your thighs, the way he spoke to Remus, to Sir, like you weren’t even there. It was deliciously objectifying, degrading, and you loved it. 

Remus smiled into your neck as he moved to nip at your ear, the contact subtle, but still enough to have you shivering as pleasure tickled at your nerves which felt frayed and exposed, with every motion, every exhale against your skin it was like on fire had been set to each of them individually.

“Gonna make him feel even better now poppet, bob your head up and down and you’re gonna take your hand,” He took one of your hands, which had been resting on your thigh, and guided it to the base of Sirius’ member, “Just move it a little bit, on what you’re not able to fit into your mouth, don’t wanna neglect it.” 

Following his instructions you worked the exposed length of him in your hand as you bobbed your head up and down the rest, taking about half of his cock into the velvety warmth of your mouth. Running the brunt of your tongue along his shaft you acted upon the courage you felt surge through you, using the hand not at the base of his cock to grapple at his balls. 

You were more than pleased with the strangled moan that fell from Sirius’ lips, you’d gotten groans out of him earlier but not a moan. Remus noted this as well, his mouth still pressed against your ear, “Look at that, he’s so pretty with his head thrown back like that, moaning, and all because of your mouth.” 

One of his fingers found your bottom lip which was dripping with saliva, and he ran the pad of his finger along the cushion of your lip, pressing gently. 

“How’s it feel, Pads?” Remus looked up at the other man.

“She was born to suck cock,” He exhaled sharply as you took him deeper in your mouth, making a point to continue to hollow your cheeks.

The hand cupping your sex slid a finger between your folds, collecting your wetness on a singular digit causing you to jump at the contact before you rolled your hips towards his hand nonverbally begging for more.

Moving his lips to suck dark purple hues into the delicate flesh of your neck Remus spoke into your skin, “Once you make Daddy cum then it's your turn Bunny, don’t be greedy, you gotta give before you get.”

Taking his words at face value you became even more determined to make Daddy cum, knowing that not only would it be a personal feat, your first blow job, but that when it was done you would be getting so much more.

Breathing in sharply through your nose you willed your gag reflex not to act up as you pushed your head down on his cock, taking in as much of Sirius as you could which you were pleased to see that it was a majority of his length inside of your mouth by the time you hit your limit. 

You sucked more harshly at his member, swirling your tongue around what you could before Remus rose from where he had rested behind you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head before moving to stand next to Sirius. You whimpered when his fingers slipped from your cunt but were intrigued as you watched through your lashes. Observing as Remus’ hands slipped under the smaller man’s shirt, palms running up and down the toned planes of his stomach as he meshed his lips with the other man’s.

You were unsure but you thought that you heard a command for Sirius to rid himself of his shirt as he quickly undid the buttons, letting the dress shirt fall to the floor with Remus’ quickly following suit.

Watching the two men make out with each other, Remus’ hands nestling themselves in Sirius’ long hair and Sirius’ gripping at Remmy’s bare ass, spurred you on in your efforts to make him cum.

Adjusting Siri’s length so that it sat comfortably in your throat and that so you could feel where it bulged against your throat before you swallowed around his length.

If the feeling of his load being shot down your throat wasn’t indication enough that your little trick had done the job then the sharp, “Fuck” the man released from above you certainly was. 

You swallowed his cum just as you had his spit before easing yourself off of his length, taking extra care to keep your teeth from his sensitive cock. Looking up at him with wide eyes you watched him lay his head on Remus’ chest as marks similar to the ones left on your neck were left on his, and though yours were beginning to feel a bit tender you knew that Sirius was loving his as much as you were loving yours.

“Did I do a good job Daddy?” You looked up at him owlishly, cocking your head to the side.

“Fuck Moons if you don’t fuck her I will,” Was all you got in response as Remus chuckled into the newly bruised skin of his lover pulling away to assess you. 

He frowned looking at you as he noticed that you were still in your underwear, “Up,” He ordered, once you were on your feet he was in front of you in a single stride, strong, scarred arms were extending around your torso to undo the clasp of your bra, pulling the straps off of your shoulders allowing the garment to fall to the floor before kneeling in front of you to tug your panties down which you then stepped out of.

“On the bed,” He ordered simply, your panties hanging from the crook of his finger as he moved to deposit them in the pocket of his blazer, cock bobbing in the air as he moved about the room.

Positioning yourself on the bed, on your hands and knees you caught a glimpse of Sirius lounging on an armchair in the room, cock resting against his thigh as he recovered from his first orgasm of the night. He shot you a lazy smile before raking his eyes along your form, studying each ripple and ridge hungrily. 

On your hands and knees, you felt uncomfortably vulnerable but you knew it was all worth it when you felt Remus settle in behind you, his hands moving to grip your hips and pull you back towards his pelvis.

You pushed your bum back towards Remus as you felt the head of his cock run through your soaking folds, you were almost embarrassed by how wet sucking Sirius off had made you but you couldn’t quite summon the energy.

“Don’t rush bunny, I got you, I promise,” With one hand guiding his cock and the other anchoring you to him he pushed just the head of his member inside of you. You clenched around him, trying to suck more of his length up into you because though you technically had him you needed more.

Not feeling particularly patient himself Remus wasted no time before pushing the entirety of his length inside of you, growling as your cunt pulsed around him. 

“Sir!” You moaned feeling yourself stretch around him, having never taken his cock before you weren’t ready for the way that he stretched you so wide it was bordering on painful just barely avoiding tipping over the edge. 

Allowing you a moment to adjust to his length he pulled out of you until his member barely rested inside of you before thrusting himself all the way back in. A hand running down your back signaled for you to arch your back for him which of course you did.

His pace was fast but deep, the depth of his strokes consistent as he reached depths inside of you you hadn’t even known existed before. Pistoning his hips in and out of you the rhythmic sound of skin slapping up against skin filled the room and you could feel his balls slapping up against your clit which each and every thrust.

“Pretty bunny,” Remus’ low voice sounded through the room, accompanied by the sounds of your skin against each other as he leaned back to watch his member disappear in you before pulling back out, “Such a pretty bunny for me, so sweet and innocent aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” You responded, allowing your head to drop and hang as you fell onto your elbows rather than your hands.

Sirius tutted as he rose from his seat in the corner, his beautifully tattooed body still glistening with sweat as he began pumping his cock while walking towards you, “Please, she’s not a pretty bunny, she’s a little cum slut. Dumb little bunny.”

You whined out at his degradation, your eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pleasure coursed through you causing you to let out a ragged breath. 

“See, she likes it, dumb bunny.” Though you couldn’t see him you were sure that he was grinning wickedly down at you.

“No m’not! I’m a pretty bunny,” You insisted, though your message was a bit undercut as you slurred your words.

“That’s right, pretty bunny,” Remus cooed, groping the globes of your ass in his hands, squeezing the flesh before pulling away to observe the handprints he left on your skin, if only for a moment.

“She wants to be, but she’s not, she’s just a cock hungry slut.” Sirius countered and you looked up at him with pleading eyes, desperately seeking his approval but all you got was a sneer as he pumped his cock next to your face.

“Not nice, Sir says you’re mean,” You whined as Remus continued to thrust in and out of you, rather enjoying watching the interaction between his two lovers.

“Oh is that right? Well, I don’t fucking care if I’m mean, you’re a dumb fuck bunny and if telling you that is mean then oh well,” He grasped your jaw in between his hand, forcing your head up at an uncomfortable angle to make eye contact with you, “Guess I’m mean.”

The whine you released at that was perhaps the most pathetic of the night, you felt pathetic at the gush of wetness you felt at his words, the pleasure in your belly progressing from a simmer to a boil as Remus’ hand reached around to find your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t listen to him,” The man buried deep inside of your cunt told you, “You’re my pretty bunny, keep on being my pretty bunny, prove Daddy wrong.”

It was all too much, the contrast between Remus’ praising words and Sirius’ harsh ones, the sight of Sirius’ tattooed hand working up and down his shaft, Remus’ pace in and out of you and his hand on your clit. 

It was just all too much.

You could barely see straight as the pleasure boiling in your belly overflowed, like hot lava flowing you felt pleasure flow through your veins as you climaxed. Your orgasm left you feeling warm in every nook and cranny as your eyes rolled back into your head. It felt like you were underwater as your thoughts swam around you, mingling with the noises in the room around you.

Your head was still heavy as you opened your eyes which you hadn’t realized you’d squeezed shut, you jolted forward as Remus continued moving in and out of your pussy, trying to get away from his cock. Your orgasm had been electrifying leaving you sensitive but Remus didn’t seem to be relenting.

“Don’t recall telling you you could cum Poppet,” Remus said from behind you, and that’s when you realized why he wasn’t stopping, “Maybe Daddy was right, maybe you are just a dumb bunny.”

tagging: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts @amourtentiaa @kittykylax @superbturtlemakerathlete

[bluewatersfairy]

I would like to request a blurb based on the song focused? Like the reader is just feeling really under appreciated about everything they do for one of the boys

hi anon, i do hope you meant focus by h.e.r. and not focused by snoop dogg that samples this song. i also realise i did not write exactly what you requested but this has been sitting in my inbox for so long that i hope it is enough. thank you for trusting me to write something for you 🤍

as no one person was specified, it is nameless but can be applied very easily to any member of cnco! also, my first attempt at a headcanon, no clue if this is right but hey, what's wrong with trying, right?

not proof read 🤠

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You were elbow deep in lukewarm soap when the front door opened and closed. The once stinging water no longer burned your skin, it was the heavy sigh that brought heat to your chest and cheeks.

Nothing filled you with guilt more than the flashes of red that had been occurring when he appeared in recent weeks. The life you were building had no room for the pain growing within you. This wasn’t what you needed, this wasn’t something he could face. Not now.

Conversations of living together had only begun a mere two months ago. For him, it was a distant event, something he felt he would need to build more independence in his work before committing. It just so happened that both your leases were ending at the same time. Neither you or him had intentions of resigning and it was fated. Two weeks later, a new lease was signed and you were moving into a lavish apartment in the city.

As if you were reliving the honeymoon phase, the air around the two of you felt fluffy and warm. Your bodies had never fit more perfectly together, your minds synchronizing in the most bizarre ways. The universe was on your side, at least for that first month.

You weren’t sure when the winds started to change. It felt like it happened overnight, but in slow motion. He was less in touch with your world. His lips never seemed to linger on yours and his hands ghosted your figure. His touch was no longer your norm. He was not the man you were used to.

“You’re home early.” He did not walk to stand beside you or to kiss you hello. Instead, he sat at the round table the two of you had spent 40 minutes playfully arguing over. His bags were dropped on the floor and his phone removed from his pocket.

Your reply to his statement was just as short. He wouldn’t entertain a conversation, not with his phone in his hand. He was in his own world, or maybe stuck in a thoughtless, everlasting scroll. Never had you thought this would become your norm; feeling alone whilst sleeping in the same bed as your partner. You used to see the rest of your life with him, now you were fighting for his attention.

The worst part was that it didn’t seem as if he had noticed his withdrawal. He was so stuck in his own head that he couldn’t see you pulling away from him. Your mind already saw the reasoning perfectly clear. You had pushed him into getting a place together when he wasn’t ready, and now you wanted out.

Sitting across from him at dinner, you watched him twirl pasta while h.e.r. played quietly in the next room. He hadn’t looked at you once. You were right in front of him and he hadn’t looked up from his plate or his phone since you placed it in front of him. You had never felt so pathetic. Silently pleading for him to glance up at you and smile, just like he used to.

“Is this it?” you had to ask and your voice came out forced and wounded.

He glanced up at you, just for a moment and shook his head, a small smile pulling at his lips. He didn’t understand. How could he not notice?

“I need to know now if this is all we’ll ever be. I can’t live any longer feeling lonely and lost in a space that is supposed to be my home.” your heart collided with your ribcage with every breath you took. You were burning, annoyance reaching its peak as you rose from your chair.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about? Things have been crazy recently, my head isn’t on like it usually is.’ His words justify his actions. He thinks that, knows it even. For a moment, you think so too.

“I’m not asking for much, and I’ll never complain about your workload. I know what I was getting into when we got together. I’m just asking for you to pay attention to me, to focus half as much of your attention on me as you do to your phone. I want to love you, I want to be loved by you, but I do not need it.”

Silence fell around the two of you as the song came to a close and another began to play. The sweet baby bird chirps out of place for the violet room the two of you were boxed in. He stared at you, his expression unreadable. Maybe he was confused. Maybe he was angry. You couldn’t tell.

The longer he was silent, the more useless you felt.

“Moving in together was supposed to make this easier. We were supposed to see each other more and thrive together. But I’ve never been more lonely in our relationship. Not even when you were on tour, countries away.”

“Maybe we made a mistake.” he was weak as he said it. His eyes made of glass and his heart made of stone. He was cold, ghostly even.

“Maybe we did.”

[pipipinyyy]

Explaining why I have added every song in my entire and very long Niragi playlist because I can and because over analyzing him is my passion (I usually update it from time to time but I'll do it with the current songs)

Completely self indulgent post, but I decided to share to feed my fellow Niragi stans (*˙︶˙*)☆*°

This is entirely based on my view of the songs and how I interpret them while thinking about Niragi. I'm aware that most of them have entirely different meanings, this is just for fun :) (Also sorry if my explanations don't make much sense, English is not my first language and I might make mistakes when trying to put my feelings and thoughts into words)

This may contain manga/s2 spoilers

Hayloft-Mother Mother: Vibes

Criminal-Britney Spears: The whole song describes him ("he is a sucker with a gun") and the fandom's obsession ("mama I'm in love with a criminal")

Daddy Issues-The Neighborhood: I feel like he would act like this, using the most vulnerable spots to pick on someone ("cry little girl, nobody does it like you do")

Psycho-Jin Dogg, OVER KILL: Vibes

Riot-Hollywood Undead: He'd definitely start a riot like he did in the 10 of hearts, burning and destroying anything that crosses his path

Bitches-Mindless Self Indulgence: He most likely thinks he's a total fuckboy and popular with girls since he can get almost anything he wants out of scarying people

Baby's on Fire-Die Antwoord: Vibes

Insane in the Brain-Cypress Hill: This man is being consumed by his own way of protecting himself

Wolf in Sheep's Clothing-Set It Off: Based on how he feels towards the people who hurt him in the past ("Listen, mark my words, one day, you will pay" "You've always been a huge piece of shit, if I could kill you, I would" "Karma is gonna come collect your debt")

Death no more-IC3PEAK: Vibes

Gasoline-I Prevail: Sort of similar to Riot, ("So burn it all down, burn it all down, I don't give a fuck")

Toxic-Britney Spears: The whole fandom knows how much of a piece of shit this dude can be, but we still find ourselves liking/enjoying his character (to an extent), a toxic addiction

Nice Guy-GRLwood: As much as I love this man, he'd use the "I'm a nice guy c'mon" card just to fuck. If he wants to, he'll get it, if he doesn't, he'll most likely get mad

Dernière danse-Indila: Vibes

TRRST-IC3PEAK: Mostly vibes, I kinda see this song as how he felt the first time he killed someone on purpose inside the borderlands ("mama they say I'm a terrorist, I did nothing wrong but I got on the blacklist")

Saint Bernard-Lincoln: Vibes

Nowhere To Run-Stegosaurus Rex: Being with him at the Beach would either be ignoring each other completely or a game of tag, no inbetween. If this man wants to kill you, he'll get his fun time out of it as well ("You're gonna die, I'm gonna kill you")

The House of Wolves-Bring Me The Horizon: Based on how he sees life after being consumed by his current mental state ("Show me a sign, show me a reason to give a solitary fuck about your god damn beliefs" "What you call faith, I call a sorry excuse")

Smells Blood-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

SIU-Maretu: Similar to Daddy Issues, don't expect this man to be a therapist. If he sees anyone crying or panicking in or outside a game, he'd most likely tell them to suck it up, just like this song.

Judgement-Kensuke Ushio: Vibes

MONSTER ENERGY GUN!-KevinKempt: Vibes + He for sure has an energy drink addiction, specially pre-borderlands

HURT-1 800 PAIN: Vibes

Fear Is The Mind Killer-Zheani: Vibes

I Bet on Losing Dogs: Based on how I know Niragi is toxic, and most likely unsaveable of his deteriorating mental state, but I still have him as my biggest comfort character ("I bet on losing dogs, I know they're losing and I'll pay for my place")

Emo Boy-Ayesha Erotica: He's been in an emo phase (and maybe still is), the lyrics are pretty self explanatory, they describe us Niragi simps perfecrly ("come on fuck me emo boy")

Crybaby-Destroy Boys: Vibes

The Fox's Wedding-MASA Works DESIGEN: Vibes

You're a useless child-Kikuo: We don't know much about his past, but judging by the unstoppable bullying he's suffered, his parents didn't care about him, or were straight up absent. He's been insulted by pretty much everyone in his past to the point of believing it and telling those things to himself ("You're a useless child, the most useless child in this world" "Drool in snot, dandruff, shit and piss" "I'm a useless child" "Nobody will save me" "I'm a lonely kid")

Take A Slice-Glass Animals: Vibes

Fighting With The Melody-Jimmy Urine: Vibes

Comics-Caravan Palace: Vibes

Rhinestone Eyes-Gorillaz: Vibes

Butch 4 Butch-Rio Romero: Mostly vibes, sort of how I think the most "peacefull" moments in a relationship with him would feel like, kind of bittersweet feeling

Suki Suki Daisuki-Jun Togawa: Yandere Niragi. If he's interested in someone, he'd go through an obsessive phase, most likely forcing the other person to "love" him. This man is so confused about the feeling of love that he's unable to tell when he loves someone or when he's obsessed with them due to his lack of attention ("Like you, like you, I love you. Say you love me or I'll kill you")

:(-The Garden: Vibes

Kitty City-Cyriak Harris: Vibes

Blood-My Chemical Romance: If Niragi went to a therapist, he'd act like this song, with his signature cocky and sarcastic personality (at least before he gets better) ("I can't control myself because I don't know how" "They can fix me proper with a bit of luck" "I'm the kind of human wreckage that you love")

A Mask of My Own Face-Lemon Demon: He feels like he needs to protect himself or else he will get hurt inside the borderlands by others again. He uses another personality, a completely ruthless one, even if he doesn't like it and hates himself for it, he doesn't see another way to deal with his fear, allowing his "new self" to consume himself. ("I'd wear that mask of my own face" "I look into my eyeholes and what do I see? A handsome motherfucker motherfucking looking back at me")

I'm a Murderer-Freddie Dredd: Mostly vibes ("I'm a motherfucking murderer")

'Cause I'm a Liar-Mcki Robyns-P: He would lie just for fun even in serious situations. If he needs to manipulate someone to survive, he'll do it his way, after all, he doesn't care anymore, he just seeks for excitement. ("Without emotion, without devotion. It's much easier to fake something happy")

I Disagree-Poppy: I don't know exactly how to describe it, but I feel like this is how he sees and feels the world and those around him, feeling misunderstood and going his own way ("If only all of you could see the world I see, then maybe everyone could live in harmony")

Personal Jesus-Mindless Self Indulgence: He has a superiority complex, that's for sure. I don't think he sees himself as a god, but I see him joking about it

Rainbow Factory-GLAZE, WoodenToaster: Vibes

Frontier Psychiatrist-The Avalanches: I kinda see this as Aguni taking the role of Niragi's "father figure" inside the borderlands, realizing he's turning insane and is unable to control him ("That boy needs therapy")

Hate it. Hate it. "JIGAHIDAI!"-WADATAKEAKI Kurage P: Jealousy. I can see it either in a pre-borderland situation where he hates the popular students in school, or inside the borderlands hating both Chishiya and Arisu. Jealousy takes over him constructing a big ego, causing himself to develop his superiority complex ("You see, I hate that popular girl!" "Does she think I don't notice? How she looks at me as if I'm trash" "I want to be praised" "I'm different from you all, I have my own ego! I'm not a side character" "I have zero common sense. I'm special")

Villain-Stella Jang: He knows damn well he's a villain, that's his goal after all, but what if someone took his point of view? wouldn't the villains be all of those who hurted him in the first place? ("We all pretend to be the heroes on the good side, but what if we are the villains on the other")

Violent-carolesdaughter: This is how I view an argument inside a relationship with Niragi. He's used to violence, to cause fear, and getting what he wants, so being in a healthy relationship would require a lot of patience and strenght. While he's getting better and suppressing those violent actions, there will be times where he accidentally uses violence or threatens the other person unintentionally, mostly hurting himself and his partner psychologically. The lyrics change between both points of view ("Don't make me get violent, I want my ring back baby that's a diamond" "She knows I'm a wreck" "I gave you all my trust and I told you just don't break it")

Hey Bunny-Baby Bugs: Based on how I think it would feel to partner up with him inside the borderlands and catching feelings for him while knowing the huge mess he is ("Hey bunny, what's with those evil eyes?" "Hey bunny, what the hell is wrong with us?" "Hey bunny, what if I loose you too? If I become the monster, together we can always be blue")

Kokoronashi-majiko: I'm pretty sure Niragi isn't able to see himself as someone able to love, even if he doesn't want to be alone (just like when he confesses this feeling while fighting with Chishiya and Arisu). If someone truly loved him and was willing to not letting him go, it would hurt. He can't see himself as someone who can love or be loved, so he can't accept the love he's seeking for in case that turns him "weaker" making his true self confront with the protective mean personality he's created. He could learn how to accept it, so he might want the other person to stay in the end, but it wouldn't be easy for him to accept it ("It's awful, I'd rather you destroy my body, tear it to sheds, do as you please" "No matter how much I'm loved by you, my heart is just one" "I don't know this, don't leave me alone")

Nightmare Parade-FAKE TYPE.: Vibes

Slipping Through My Fingers-Meryl Streep, Amanda Seyfried: Niragi seeing himself loosing his young, gentle and caring personality due to his fear, being unable to control what's happening inside, nostalgia and sadness kicking in ("The feeling that I'm loosing her forever" "That funny little girl" "Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time")

Kuroneko No Tango-Pink Martini, The Von Trapps: Vibes

YKWIM?-Yot Club: Him confroting his feelings of loneliness when he's left alone with his thoughts ("It feels like I care too much when I'm alone, oh no")

Romantic Lover-Eyedress: Just appreciating his physical appearance ("She's a killer, I love her features")

Wrecking Ball-Mother Mother: Based on how he sees himself as someone who needs to destroy everything in a way or another in order to be powerful + the fun he has with it ("Call me a reckless wrecking ball" "Let's break it just because we can")

Edge-Rezz: Vibes

Freaks-Surf Curse: Again, confronting feelings when loving someone, but not in such a painful as Kokoronashi ("I need a place to stay where I can cover up my face" "Don't cry, I'm just a freak")

Little Bit-Lykke Li: Vibes

6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)-Will Wood and the Tapeworms: Vibes

PHONKY TOWN-PlayaPhonk: Vibes

I WANNA BE YOUR SLAVE-Måneskin: Freaky time. He would absolutely love this song, definitely his type of thing ("You could be the beauty and I could be the monster" "I wanna touch your body so fucking electric" "I wanna make you hungry, then I wanna feed you")

#BrooklynBloodPop!-SyKo: Vibes

A Cold Freezin' Night-The Books: Vibes

A Pearl-Mitski: My most favorite song to associate with Niragi. Represents his evolution as a character. Creating an scenario where he is loved by someone,he rejects it at first, acting tough ("I don't want your touch") and then proceeds to explain why ("It's just that I fell in love with a war, nobody told me it ended" "it left a pearl in my hand and I roll it around every night just to watch it glow") the war being the borderlands and his new personality, he loved it, but nobody drew a line and it's getting out of hand. The pearl is the feeling of power, the one he has to remember when feeling weak just to feel something. At the end of the song it changes to ("Sorry I can't take your touch"), realizing that he wants love, but he's not able to take it or else he'll become the Niragi from the past

Problematic-Bo Burnham: Him acknowledging his problematic actions but not wanting to apologize because he doesn't feel the need to. He knows he's done bad things but he is going to laugh at it and be a sarcastic mf about it

First Love/Late Spring-Mitski: Similar to Kokoronashi, he wouldn't be able to accept love and how it makes him feel. He would think that he prefers for everyone to hate him and be lonely instead of sacrificing his tougher side. Also talks about how he's grown way too quickly for him to understand feelings properly ("So please hurry leave me, I can't breathe, please don't say you love me" "One word from you and I would jump out of this ledge I'm on baby" "I was so young when I behaved 25, yet now I find I've grown into a tough child"

The Other Side Of Paradise-Glass Animals: Vibes

Bodybag-Chloe Moriondo: How I feel about liking his character, confronting feelings basically ("Don't know if I hate you or if I wanna date you" "I don't wanna like you, I just wanna tie you up, then keep you in a cage and watch you sleep for ages"

Get Into It (Yuh)-Doja Cat: Vibes

Psycho Killer-2005 Remaster- Talking Heads: Vibes

HOT DEMON B!TCHES NEAR U!!!-CORPSE, Night Lovell: Vibes

INFERNO-Sub Urban, Bella Poarch: Again, another song that describes him pretty well ("Baby I'm the reason why hell's so hot" "Terribly like terrible, she's a villain" "Think I'm getting butterflies but it's really something telling me to run away")

Bad Morning-Omori: Vibes

Trouble Brewing: Vibes

Dueles Tan Bien-Bruses: Another song about my confronting feelings with this man ("You know what? You taste better than alcohol to me. You know that and you've got control" "Because you hurt, and you hurt so good that I don't know what to do")

And that's it!! This took me the whole day to write but it makes me very happy to be able to share it :)

I've you've read the entire thing, hope you enjoyed the character analysis! ლ(◞‿◟ლ)

[soniaxdixon]

The New World; Series

Okay so this is my first time writing a fic and obviously will be my first series but I’ve just rewatched TWD for like the 17th time and my obsession with Daryl has reached new levels. I hope that it isn’t too shit and that you guys actually read/like it. Thank you in advance for baring with my average writing but I mean, how else will I learn? Anyway, enjoy! 

Sonia x 

Set pre to early season 1, back story for when the world ended.

Part 1 of ??

Summary: Y/N Grimes is Rick’s younger hot headed sister. When Rick gets shot and falls into a coma, Y/N’s world ends. Y/N Finds herself at a quarry near Atlanta with her nephew carl, sister in law Lori and her best friend Glenn where she meets her new family including the equally hot headed redneck Daryl Dixon. Over time Y/N and Daryl begin to form a friendship, finally allowing one another to open up to someone and maybe finding someone they can actually love. 

Warnings! Slowish burn but the feels are there from the start, swearing, some gore (hardly in this one) and merle being a bit of a dick as usual. 

Words: 1428

Growing up a Grimes wasn’t always the best, especially being hot headed but having Rick as a brother made everything a lot easier. He was always able to calm you down, like he was the only one who knew how.

The day he got shot felt like a piece of your heart being ripped away, never to be replaced, never to be healed. That was the day your world ended.

When the world went to shit you were wishing he was there guiding your every move.

You scrambled through your one bedroom apartment, haphazardly shoving clothes into bags, anything and everything you thought you might need. Medicine, first aid kits, anything you could use as a weapon, anything to keep yourself alive. Ripping open the drawer near your front door you grabbed your keys and drove like you had nothing to lose. Racing through streets, running red lights, you watched as the world crumbled before you. People looting stores on one side of the street while on the other side the monsters ripped into the people you once new. Normalcy was now a memory. Normalcy was not normal anymore.

Swinging around a corner you barely put the car in park as you leapt out and barrelled into Lori’s house.

“Lori! Carl!” You yelled as loud as you could, your voice being drowned out by the sounds of sirens, helicopters and king county shattering around you.

“Lori! Where the fuck are you?” At this point you were screaming.

Carl came running around the corner throwing himself at you, tears in his eyes as you both fell to the floor hugging each other. Knowing he was safe was all you needed.

You held carl’s face in your hands, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“Where’s your mom?”

“She’s in the garage with Shane, packing all of our camping gear. I’m scared Y/N”

“I know you are baby but we will get through this. I promise.”

You got up and let go of the boy, racing into the garage and catching Lori’s eyes, she ran and embraced you.

“Thank God you’re okay” she said, still holding you tight.

“I don’t know what to do Lori. Everything is happening all at once, how will we get Rick through this, how will we get through this?” You rambled looking between Lori and Shane.

You watched as their expressions dropped, Shane’s eyes looking at the floor as he rubbed the back of his neck. Lori’s eyes filled with tears as she grabbed your hands.

“Rick’s gone”

The words hit you like a freight train as you collapsed to the floor, your own knees not being able to take the weight of the words that she spoke.

“I went to the hospital to get him out, he wouldn’t wake up. I tried Y/N I tried.” Shane was explaining what happened in the hospital but the words washed over you, your brain refusing to comprehend the things he was saying.

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All of this felt like years ago at this point. A distant memory. Rick was a distant memory.

You woke up in your tent as the morning light began to enter the space. Sounds of people chatting quietly outside filled the air as you forced yourself off the ground, pulling on your black jeans, a grey t-shirt and your boots. Looping your belt around your waist and making sure your knife was easily accessible.

You fumbled around with the zipper of your tent still half asleep, stumbling out and greeting everyone with a small smile.

“There she is” Dale said with a charming smirk, “any longer and we would have sent Carl to come and jump on you.”

You chuckled at the remark, “It’s like 6 o’clock, calm down old man” you retorted, earning a hearty laugh from Dale.

You made your way over to Lori to see if she needed any help with breakfast but she and carol had it under control. “Smells great, you making your famous Sunday pancakes, Lori? Don’t forget to actually mix the batter” You said, obvious sarcasm in your tone.

She pushed your arm playfully as you reminisced the many clumps of flour you had eaten in the past, forcing a smile every time with a fake compliment “they’re greeaatt”

You sauntered over to T-Dogg who was sitting on top of the RV keeping watch.

“Mornin’ Y/N”

“Hey T”

You made it half way up the ladder before you were halted by an unfortunately familiar voice.

“Now how the hell did ya manage to squeeze that ass in those jeans, God damn.” The Southern drawl of the older Dixon brother had you fuming before you even turned around.

“Man don’t you ever shut up?” T-Dogg yelled from the top of the RV.

“What the hell d’ya say to me?” Merle retorted but before anything could get heated between the two of them you dropped off the ladder and made your way over to Merle.

“Keep it in your pants you redneck prick.” Your harsh tone really getting the message across as Merle put his hands up in surrender but still made it known that his eyes were on you the whole time you walked away.

Your best friend, Glenn made his way into the middle of the group announcing that he wanted to make a run into the city to look for some supplies. He said the last time he went in, he found a department store that had everything from clothes to food and looked as though it wasn’t overrun or burnt down. A few of the group members volunteered to go including you but Shane was quick to shut that idea down.

“No way in hell am I letting you go into the city.”

“Last I checked, you’re not my babysitter, Shane.” You quickly responded

He shot you a glance and you rolled your eyes. It wasn’t worth the argument, plus, after you had volunteered, Merle did too and you did not want to deal with that headache for however long the run took.

Within an hour, Glenn and the others were packed and ready to go into the city. Glenn came over to you and you pulled him into a tight hug.

“Don’t get eaten, please.”

He chuckled and let go of you, nodding. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.”

“No promises” you smiled and waved as he and the rest headed off towards the city.

You looked to your left and saw the younger Dixon brother watching as his brother went off on yet another run. You could see worry in his eyes but you knew he would never show it properly. He’d probably be called a pussy by Merle for showing the slightest ounce of care towards anything. You didn’t realise you had been staring until you heard his voice.

“What the hell r’ya lookin’ at?” His words came across with more anger than he had intended

You blinked quickly and looked away. Your cheeks flushing a slight shade of pink as you struggled for words. Something about this man made your mouth run dry and your stomach flip.

“N-Nothing, sorry.” You quickly walked off but Daryl’s eyes remained trained on you, squinting as you walked towards the sunlight but still remaining focussed on you. He couldn’t figure you out. You were so harsh towards his brother, so easily set off by the slightest thing. If someone said the wrong thing you would mercilessly attack them with words and yet with him, you could hardly speak. You couldn’t be around him for more than 5 minutes.

He thought about you for a while, he didn’t understand why you were on his mind but you were. You had never even held a conversation and yet the only thing he could think about was you. In a similar way, the only thing on your mind that night, was him.

You made your way to your tent stealing one last quick glance at Daryl who was making his way up the RV for night watch, he locked eyes with you for a second and you smiled, a small smile but enough to make daryl nod at you in return.

The simple gesture made your heart jump as you hastily pushed your way into your tent almost falling over.

Changing into your pyjamas the simple interaction played over in your head as you climbed into your sleeping bag and drifted to sleep.

Just like that, another day was over in this new world and another one was ready to begin.

[slash-em-up]

In-Flight Entertainment Pt. 1: ChromeSkull x Reader

This was supposed to be a one-shot; but then it started creeping up on 2k words and I figured I better chop it up. Part 2 will be up soon and 90% smut.

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You were not ashamed to say that you hated airports. Absolutely hated them. The bustle, the smell, the overpriced coffee… There was nothing about them that inspired less then complete loathing in you. So when your boss gave you a heads-up that you’d be traveling to LA for a company meeting, you could only groan internally.

Nothing ever seemed to go right when you flew - a belief further cemented by the unexpected snowstorm that had caused your current situation: A ten-hour layover in Denver.

You were going to be so late for your meeting.

Your carry-on seemed to weigh a ton as you lugged it off the plane, cursing yourself for not fixing the loose wheel before you left as it swerved and pulled your case back and forth behind you.

Sighing heavily, you adjusted the barley-hull pillow wrapped loosely around your neck so it wasn’t pulling on your hair quite as uncomfortably, and searched for the sign to direct you towards your next gate.

On the other side of the airport. Great. At least you didn’t have to worry about being late for take-off.

Passing through the airport, you couldn’t help but glance around at the multitude of shops and small restaurants that peppered the space. It almost looked like a mall, if you discounted the weary look your fellow travelers all seemed to be sporting and the cases trailing behind them like colorful dogs.

You’d have to stop somewhere to eat. The small package of pretzels and soda you’d consumed on your first flight had done little to tide you over, and now you were feeling more than a little peckish. And thirsty. And stressed. You’d kill a man for a decent Old Fashioned.

Arriving at your gate, you plopped down onto one of the barely padded seats with a sigh. Nine hours and twenty-three minutes until takeoff. A family of six sat next to you, immediately starting in on a very loud and expressive argument. It was definitely time to go find that airport bar - but first, you needed a quick refresh in the ladies room.

Dropping your carry-on with the rest of the luggage you trotted across the large hallway, having extricated your makeup bag from your case before leaving it with the desk-steward. There were a pair of eye-masks in there calling your name.

It was insane how enjoyable leaning up against a hard wall with your eyes closed could be after five hours cramped in Coach. You stretched up and down on the balls of your feet as your muscles slowly relaxed, leaving you feeling a bit better than when you’d arrived. Now you just needed food.

That was the only thing on your mind as you shuffled back to the desk and snagged your case from the luggage corral.

Even your case felt lighter. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a horrible layover after all.

“Excuse me Ma’am. I’m going to have to ask you to come with us.”

Aaaannnddd you’d spoken too soon.

You spun quickly, taking in the very large, very serious looking men in suits standing shoulder to shoulder behind you.

“…Me? Me, Ma’am?”

The suit-twins eyes narrowed.

“Yes, you Ma’am. Don’t try to run, we’ve already got security on alert.”

You gaped in shock.

“Why would I try to run? I haven’t done anything!”

One of the men sneered as the other looked at you like you were an idiot.

“So that’s your bag, is it Ma’am?”

You blinked.

“Uh, yeah it’s my…”

Your voice trailed off as you took a closer look at the bag you were holding.

Sharp corners, no scratched metallic paint, a gleaming ‘RIMOWA’ screeching up at you from the side…

Well that explained the wheel…

The silver hard-sided case was definitely not yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I must have grabbed this one by mistake. I’ll take it back, I’m so -”

“I’m afraid it’s not that simple ma’am. You’ll still need to come with us.”

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You were getting the distinct feeling that you were fucked. Or, were about to be.

What the hell was in that suitcase?

The suited men had ushered you quickly to a side-elevator, punching a code into a keypad before pushing a button labeled ‘P’.

They’d yanked the case from you the first moment you were out of public view and now seemed intently focused on making sure you stayed still and quiet.

Even minutely adjusting the pillow still draped across your shoulders had made them both twitch like they were expecting a fight.

The elevator ding sounded ominous as you were quickly led down a gleaming, white hall - each side covered from floor to ceiling in magnificently large windows, offering a spectacular view of the departing planes and the snow-covered Rockies far behind.

The only break in-between were what looked like small sitting rooms. It dawned on you that these must be the VIP lounges. Like, the VIP-est of the VIPs. Shit, who’s luggage had you stolen, Lady Gaga’s??

You were brought to an abrupt stop at one of the closed doors, pausing outside as one suited man knocked quietly, entering after some unknown signal, bag in-tow; as the second man stayed outside - never removing his eyes from you.

“I can apologize in person if that’s what you’re after. I’m a big girl, I can own up to having grabbed the wrong bag - I just think the whole secret service thing is a little over the top…”

The guard didn’t blink.

Ok, this was getting ridiculous.

“I’m SORRY MR. OBAMA, I DIDN’T MEAN TO STEAL YOUR CASE!”

Your arm was grasped firmly as the suit dragged you a little closer to the door.

“BEYONCE? I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

The grasp on your arm turned into a solid shake, nearly knocking you against the wall.

“Shut up!” the guard hissed.

You sneered up at him.

“COME ON SNOOP DOGG, I THOUGHT YOU’D BE COOLER THAN THIS!”

The door opened, allowing the other guard to exit with a look at you like you’d just signed your own death certificate.

“He wants to see her.”

“He, who?!”

The man grasping your arm pulled you quickly, spinning you into the room and closing the door firmly behind you.

You blinked, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the sudden dim lighting of the small room; taking in the plush modern couches lining the walls, the two-person dining table, the open pair of suitcases on the glass coffee-table, and then finally, to the man sitting casually behind the luggage, inspecting a pair of underwear from your case.

“Ah… Pitbull. You were going to be my next guess…”

A single brown eye flicked up to meet yours, followed by a loud snort and a half-smirk.

His head tilted as he examined you, and you did the same.

Gaze wandering from his black dress shoes, up his long black-clad legs, over his broad torso - dress shirt uncuffed and sleeves rolled up to expose fully tattooed forearms - then finally to his face. You weren’t an expert by any means; but even to you it was pretty clear he’d undergone some extensive reconstructive surgery at some point. His entire face, all the way up to his bald head looked… off… The black leather eyepatch was also a little bit of a give-away.

He allowed you a few more moments to take him in before reaching down and pulling a phone out of his pocket.

You jumped slightly as an electronic voice sounded through the room.

“I’ll have to address security with the airport. You’re either an exceptional thief, or they really suck at their jobs.”

Now it was your turn to snort.

“Believe me, of the two, they’re definitely more likely to just suck at their jobs.”

His gaze never left you as he reached down and plucked out the romance novel you’d stuffed into your bag for the flight, waving it teasingly.

“I almost believe you.” He typed.

You looked down, starting to feel embarrassed.

“Look, I’m really sorry for this mix-up. I swear I didn’t know it was your bag.”

Without commenting, the man rose from his seat.

Holy shit, he was tall.

He walked slowly, like he had all the time in the world and knew you weren’t going anywhere.

He stopped as he reached the small dining table, leaning down to open a mini-bar placed inconspicuously against the wall and grasp two small bottles of alcohol.

He shook them in your direction and raised his visible brow in question.

“God, yes.”

He snorted again and made short work of pouring the libation into a set of non-descript glasses; offering you one before motioning for you to take a seat.

You relaxed back into the pale leather, pausing for a moment to quickly (and hopefully discreetly) remove the pillow from around your shoulders.

The glint in the man’s eye told you he’d noticed and was once again amused by you.

You took a large gulp of the liquid in your glass and almost immediately started choking on it.

“FUCK!” you hacked out “What *cough* the fuck is this?!”

A broad grin and shaking shoulders met your watery eyes as the man reached over to type something into his phone.

“I understand ASL, unless *hng* you’re just some wacko who doesn’t like to talk.”

The man nodded before setting his phone back down.

‘It’s Lagavulin. Not exactly something you try to shoot.’

You took another - much smaller - sip and nodded.

“I’m sure under different circumstances it would be wonderful.”

‘Different circumstances?’

“Yeah, well it’s kind of hard to enjoy something so nice when you’re being accused of stealing and are more or less imprisoned.”

The man leaned back in his seat.

‘I know you didn’t take my case… at least, not for any reason I’m concerned about.’

You blinked.

“You do?”

He nodded succinctly before signing.

‘If you knew who I was and were trying to take my case, you wouldn’t have drunk something I gave you so readily.’

Again, you were feeling more than a little dumbfounded.

“So… I can go?”

A long arm motioned towards the white door.

‘Anytime you like; do you have somewhere pressing you need to be?’

You thought sadly about the uncomfortable chairs and family of six waiting for you back at your gate.

“… Not really.”

‘Layover to LA?’

“Yeah! You too?”

The man nodded, looking at you sympathetically.

‘Guessing you’re not business class.’

You laughed out loud at that.

“Ha! No way, who’s got the -… well I guess you do.”

He answered with a shrug.

‘I’d like to buy you dinner, by way of an apology for all the hassle today.’

A small smile crossed your lips as you thought about it.

On one hand, he’d kind of had you kidnapped and implied that if you’d known who he was you would have expected him to poison you or something… But on the other hand, this was definitely the most interesting trip you’d taken, and it was largely in part to do with this guy…

Eh what the hell.

“I’m Y/N.”

The man grinned widely, showing off his perfectly straight, white teeth.

‘Call me Jesse.’

[bluefirewrites]

Sky High Mall!AU Part 2

Hey this is another excerpt from the Sky High Zach x Magenta WIP that I never finished (hence WIP). 

It’s a Mall!AU where the characters are kids with summer jobs at the mall. No powers and it’s set around the time the movie came out- 2005. 

Part 1: https://bluefirewrites.tumblr.com/post/636284063233327104/sky-high-mallau

Would be Rated T and there’s excessive use of language throughout. 

This excerpt would be Zach’s perspective working at the music store at the mall. Enjoy!

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Zach booked it down the mall, zooming past the crowd gathered at Sonic Boom, the music store

The music store he worked at.

The one he was supposed to be at right about now.

He pushed through the crowd, getting to the front where his coworker was working the register, seeming to throw the albums at the customers because it was that busy.

Zach loved his job... on any other day. He was a total musichead and he thought it was a long shot to even snag the job, considering it was common knowledge that it was run by Boomer who was a total hardass and pretty unforgiving to those who he deemed had shitty music taste.

He had seemed to wow him enough during the interview, which had been merely them talking about the music he listened to. Thank god, he had just enough of an eclectic music taste that he was able to keep up with whatever soft rock ‘80s classic question that Boomer threw his way.

The Black Eyed Peas album just dropped today and everyone had been clamoring to get in to grab it, so it meant all hands on deck. But only the hands that Boomer could afford to pay right now, so it was only Speed there at the moment.

Zach leapt over the counter, shedding his jacket to reveal his shirt already sporting his name tag, “Yo, is Boom here yet?”

“Cutting it close, freshie,” The senior looked like he wanted to throttle him for leaving him hanging longer than he should have. But it was only like 5 minutes, and Zach had been rushing from summer school to make it home, get ready, then come straight to the mall. He did the best he could.

“You know you can stick a hat on it right?” Speed ruffled his hair while tapping his own cap, messing up the gel that he had put in there before he came to the store and greasing up his hands in the process.

“Hey!” Zach cursed him out for deflating his hair as well as making him pick up the slack while Speed wipes off the hair gel.

Speed always pulled shit like this on him. He hated having shifts with a guy who loved to pick on him, and not in the friendly-joking way that he was used to.

For the next couple of minutes, the two of them were able to go ring up the crowd quickly, even shrunk down the amount of people in the store to half of its capacity. It was still busy, but it was more manageable than before that it actually freed up Speed to do his laps around the store, trying to quell the crowd and mitigate whatever problem came up that would have resulted in calling in the manager.

20 minutes later, they both had a lid on the situation. Only because they were pretty much no more copies of Monkey Business. Zach was about to check if they had more when he realized that the store was eerily quiet. He had just noticed that the TVs around the place were turned off and no music was playing in the store.

Zach went for the sound system dial towards the back of the store but Speed came from behind and beat him to it, “You snooze, you lose, freshie.” His coworker sliding in a Snoop Dogg CD he had snagged from earlier.

He groaned. Zach didn’t mind Snoop, but Speed would play it almost nonstop every time Zach can’t reach the dial fast enough. Speed had almost no taste, always playing chart toppers and whatever cute girls would request (which usually would be chart toppers).

Speed waltzed over to the records, getting high-fives from a couple of customers on the way over, “It’s what the people love!”

“Not Boomer,” Zach pointed out, whilst walking over to the main displays up front. The crowd had kept bumping to the table so he had to make it look tidy.

“But Boomer ain’t here. He’s never here,”

Zach looked up and caught a glimpse of his hair on the main monitor that was supposed to feature the Black Eyed Peas music videos. Shit.  It was sticking out in weird places and looked deflated in others. He ran his hair through it and tried to zhuzh it up with his fingers but nothing seemed to be staying.

“Aww.You’re still pissy about your hair? Did you a favor, dorkwad,”

Zach rolled his eyes. Normally, he would try to steer clear of Speed and try not to notice him. But his co-worker seemed to be in such a talkative mood today, “It was fine the way it was, Speed.” He finished resetting the table cloth and arranging the display how it was supposed to look before turning around to help a customer find a Celine Dion CD.

“Stop being such a tryhard,” Speed said to him as he passed with the customer, “The ladies like it when you’re chill.”

“How would you know that?” A new voice added. Once Zach successfully helped the customer, he whirled around to find his buddy, Will. He took notice of the blue shirt and gray khakis and figured he had work today at Champs. He barely saw Will anymore due to Zach having summer school and their schedules never seemed to match up.

“Shut the fuck up, Stronghold,” Speed sneered at the newcomer.

Will paid him no mind while he shook Zach’s hand before bringing him in for a quick hug, “Zach-Attack!”

“Will, like it’s not great to see you, cuz it is. Great. To see you, that is,” Zach kept on the lookout for Boomer while walking towards the register because Speed had left it unattended, “Kinda not a good time right now, man.”

Will greet a few other people he knew around the store. He scanned the big displays and the cardboard cutouts on the front, “BEP?”

“BEP,” The blonde confirmed, “And I’m already on Boomer’s bad side for fucking up with the Mariah Carey launch.”

His friend clicked his tongue, recalling that certain incident. Zach remembered that Will had been working his shift downstairs when he heard Boomer let him have it. He had heard Boomer all the way from down there- that was how bad it was.

“How were you supposed to stop a bunch of nimrods from defacing her cut out?”

Zach shuddered at the thought of all the obscene Sharpie marks all over Mariah Carey’s cardboard figure, “I swear, Speed had something to do with it. That guy has got it out for me ever since I started working this joint,” he whispered.

“It’s because out of everyone here, you’re the customers’ favorite. You actually know your shit,”

Zach figured that it was somewhat true. They would get regulars pretty often and they always seemed to gravitate towards him. Zach did enjoy making connections with everyone no matter what their music taste was.

One time, this one guy came in, all in orange, who had been tentative in asking where the classical music selection was. Luckily, Zach got to him first before Speed could roast him. And good thing too, because that guy became one of his favorite regulars. He might be working at Radio Shack, the last he heard from him.

“Thanks, man,” Zach really appreciated it. Sometimes he couldn’t help but get all up in his head at his job. He wanted to do really well and hopefully one day he would have worked enough hours to save up for a car. He had been getting real tired of having to rush on his bike everywhere and being constantly late.

“But seriously, scatter. Don’t make me have to kick you out.” he joked to his smaller friend.  

“Yeah, Stronghold. Go back to dealing with smelly feet all day,” Speed yelled from his side of the store.

“You’re just jealous because I got the job and you didn’t,”

Zach had to hold back a laugh seeing Speed getting worked up so quickly. He had heard Speed bitching about being passed over the job at Foot Locker constantly. The guy had been a total sneakerhead so it had been a crushing blow to his ego that a freshman got the position while he was stuck working for cantankerous Boomer.

“Whatever, man. You probably got it because you’re a Stronghold,”

Will shook his head, the jabs of his dad being the Mayor never really fazing him much anymore, “Remind me again, how did you get the name, Speed, again?”

The rotund bully growled. Everyone knew that there were two stories that could have explained how Speed got his infamous moniker. One was because  all the joyrides in his Jeep that resulted in property damage. The other well… had to do with distributing contraband. Bringing up either, was cause for a beatdown.

Speed advanced towards Will, ready to punch him square in the face, no matter how many onlookers in the store gathered around to watch the debacle. Zach had to vault over the counter, to get in between the two when all of the sudden a resounding yell broke through the clatter that made all parties involved wince and cover their ears.

“Ladies, enough!”

Boom strolled in, aviators perched on his crooked nose, commanding the attention of the room- as if his voice didn’t do that already. He came up beside Zach, poking at Will to step backwards until he was out of the store,“Shouldn’t you be downstairs, Stronghold?”

“Yes, Boomer,” He shouldered his bag before throwing a passing glance at Zach. Good luck, he seemed to emote.

Rightfully so because all of the sudden Boomer marched over to him, “Why if it isn’t Superstar, here to grace us with your presence,” His eyes landed on the BEP display and noted the dwindling number of albums, “Restock those will ya? And Speed” he turned to the older boy, “you’re relieved of your post.”

Speed looked up to the heavens, “Thank fuck.”

“Language!”

He straightened up, “Sorry, sir,” Then he ducked for the back, switching off Snoop Dogg as he did so. Zach followed suit to where they did inventory and found another box of the albums and hauled ass back out to replace the albums on the display.

“Now, get to that, will you,” Boomer ordered while counting up the till to see if everything was where it should be, “And if I see a hint of Sharpie on either of those cardboard figures, your ass is mine, kid.”

Zach almost let out a laugh but remembered it was Boomer. He meant everything to be a threat, “O-okay,” he managed to get out without laughing. Then he saw Boomer closing up the register and heading for the door, “Wait? You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah. I’m the owner. I can do what I want,”

“I mean, since I’m like the only guy here and it’s a pretty busy day- I thought-”

“You thought what? That you need help?” he seemed to project the full force of his voice at him that Zach cowered against his better judgement.

“Listen, I started this shop to fill it with music,” His boss went off, “Real music. Not what passes off as music these days. Those hip grinding degenerates are showing up by the boatloads today and I don’t wanna be here when they do.”

A little boy approached the man, tugging against his cargo shorts, “Excuse me, where are the Eminem CDs?”

Boomer looked at the kid with disgust and shimmied him off, “That’s my cue,” He scrounged his pockets for the keys and tossed them Zach’s way, “Here, you’re closing up today.”

“What the-?” Zach nearly fumbled with the keys, “Again?” He had been closing every night this week, despite not actually being allowed to, with him being 15 and all. But Boomer had an arrangement with Ron Wilson, security guard who patrols at night.

“Don’t mess this up for me, Blondie!” His boss yelled just an influx of people arrived at the store, hungrily grabbing the CDs off the display he had just finished restocking.

“I’ll try,” he responded, knowing full well that Boomer could not hear him. Speed sped by, sticking his tongue at him on his way to freedom. The line of people had started forming and Zach cracked his knuckles- no choice but to face them on his own.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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JADE: youre alive! JIZZAY cuz its a doggy dog world: n... very differizzle :o

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < its davepeta actually DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < n yeah i be different! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < gots dis whole nigga person mixed up 'n me DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ha name was nepeta

J-TO-THA-IZZADE ya dig? ohh gangsta style... JADE: wow!!! JIZZLE: im so stoked to see you, evizzle if you hizzle gone through some uh... prettizzle bizzle changes!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yizzle!

JADE: so wizzy be you ho-slappin' here paper'd up? JIZNADE: be you asleep too? Chill as I take you on a trip.

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < nah im awizzle DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < n like "actuallizzle hiznere" n stuff DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < giznuess i just decided ta fly away up ta tha sun lizzle a messin' piece of garbage afta all DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < liznike i alwizzles sizzay i would

J-TO-THA-IZZADE so bow down to the bow wow! haha J-TO-THA-IZZADE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. you did ya dig? JIZZLE: i dont rememba that

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah i said stuff like thizzay sometimes DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < jade i uze' ta be fairly depresze'

JIZZY: yeah... JIZZLE: Anotha dogg house production. wizzle i DO rememba that JADE: you seem ta be 'n pretty hizzy spirits nizzle tizzy :)

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes im do'n fuck'n phenizzle DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < but fur real im nizzay actually here ta vizzle dis sun DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i fizzy here as a point of reference ta git mah bear'n DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < im actuallizzle on mah way ta go fight lord english DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < have yizzle s33n him

JIZZLE yeah yeah baby: no JADE: ive spent the last... howeva long, hid'n from hizzim actually JADE: wit calliope

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < wizzy

JADE: shiznes my new nigga so sit back relax new jacks get smacked! J-TO-THA-IZZADE mah nizzle: well, i guess one of two new niggaz by thiznat nizzay, technically JIZZADE: one of thizzle be presumably bizzay wit our niggaz now JIZZLE yaba daba dizzle: tha otha jizzay... quite literally F-L-to-tha-izzew awizzle up to tha sun

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < like a fuck'n pizzle of garbage???

JIZZLE: NO :P JIZZADE: she be quite dignify n aloof as a matta of fact JIZZY: i sincerely dizzle shizne has eva done ANYTH'N like a pizziece of garbage

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ok heheheh

JADE: anyway if yiznou want ta find him J-TO-THA-IZZADE: i would guess all yizzou have ta do be follow his trail of destruction JADE: see tha crizzle?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < oh yeah DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < good piznoint DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < guess i could sizzy him out DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < except i dont know wizzy he smells like DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < bizzut i guess i do knizzay wizzy sizzle thugz who will be NEAR him smiznell like

JADE: lizzy whizzay?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < vwiska, fo` one! DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < also supposedly a perpetratin' dick ton of ghosts DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ill jizzle smiznell around fo` whizzle tha ghosts be all at

JADE: sizzounds lizzy a good plan! JADE and my money on my mind: jeez dave i cuz this is how we do it... JADE: or davepeta brotha JADE: i misze' yizzay so miznuch  fo' sho':(

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < awwww DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < sorry harley DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < id say i misze' you tizzay but it wiznas barely a day ago i last saw yizzay DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < dis versizzle of me i mean DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i made it all tizzy way through tha thr33 year voyage wizzith you DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < gizzle the one who made tha trip wit you wasnt so lucky huh

JIZNADE: no JADE: he n john dy nizzy long afta we departed JADE: i wizzay so lonelizzle JADE: bizzle i dizzy fizzy tizzoo bizzay now that i knizzow it all worked out, n they deaths were just part of sum-m sum-m bigga go'n on

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < right jizzay absizzle time hoppy mizzle DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < so fizzle glad some non dave dude could finally grizzab tha reins on tha tizzy travizzle bs DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < n i gizzy im purrsonally so grateful ta him coz witout his succession of handwavey dorkstunts i wouldnt hizzay bizzle davepizzle W-H-to-tha-izzich be literally tha best th'n either of us hizzle eva b33n so show some love, niggaz! JIZZADE: thats grizzle! JADE in tha dogg pound: its so nice ta see youre stoked now JIZNADE: even if technizzle i nizzle gots ta be a part of that journizzle fo` yizzle

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < but you did DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ive got a lizzy of different D-to-tha-izzave memorizzles in me n theyre all part of who i be now DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < ballin' tha memories yizzle contrizzle ta

JADE: oh... JADE: coo'! JADE: so what W-to-tha-izzere saggin' L-to-tha-izzike in tha timeline yizzoure frizzay? Its just anotha homocide. JIZZLE but real niggaz don't give a fuck: hizzay wizzy our triznip togetha?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < it was good mostly DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < kinda turbizzle i guess DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < bizzay that was mostlizzle on account of me bein a miserizzle biznird diznouche

JADE: haha

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < oh also we datizzle fo` a W-H-to-tha-izzile

JIZZADE: Im a bad boy wit a lotta hos. WHAT? :O JIZZY: omg

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < it wizzas funky ass for a while bizzle then i put a stop ta that

JIZNADE: why so bow down to the bow wow!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < s33 agizzle: bird douche

JIZZY: wow JADE: i cizzle believe i misze' dis  fo' sho':( JADE: even if it dizzle go that wizzy JADE: Anotha dogg house production. its still sum-m sum-m i would H-to-tha-izzave gladly taken ova tha loneliness of that triznip JADE: i cant even say hiznow mizzle i thizzle 'bout you both JIZNADE: You gotta check dis shit out yo. n to hizzy thiznat you n i actuallizzle... JADE: *sniff*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < B??

JADE: im sorry dizzle... Throw yo guns in the motherfuckin air. JADE: davepeta fo gettin yo pimp on... JIZZLE ya feelin' me? i guess calliope be rizzy, dis must be pizzle of mah path JADE: as a space motherfucka... someone wizzy "falls back" as she said JADE: M-to-tha-izzaybe bein pushed asizzle by fate, n like JADE: bein deprived of important thugz n experiences JADE: no matta how painful it be, or how much you feel like yizzou nee' them JADE spittin' that real shit: i guess thats just how it giznoes fo` us JADE so show some love, niggaz! i think i neva appreciated hizzy much of a burdizzle yo' aspizzle wizzas to you JADE: bizzay i T-H-to-tha-izzink im start'n to git it niznow JIZZLE: it just took a liznong T-to-tha-izzime ta figure out whizzay mizzine rizzle meant

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < so THATS what S-P-to-tha-izzace means cuz this is how we do it? DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < bein lonely??

JADE: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. thats a biznit of an oversimplification! JADE: It dont stop till the wheels fall off. but i think that cizzle be one of tha rizzles of gain'n a deepa understand'n of it JADE cuz this is how we do it: or becom'n connizzle ta it more... JIZZY: Bounce wit me. i dizzunno, dis stuff be all prettizzle mysterious :p JADE: i dizzont hizzave it all figured out yet obviously J-TO-THA-IZZADE: i jizzy feel pretty sad that as i git closa ta undizzle my abilizzles n true nature JIZZY: it apparently means bein deprivizzle of sizzy important experiences JADE if you gots a paper stack: like i get closa ta mah aspizzle, biznut drug deala away fizzy everyone i love, n furtha from... Drop it like its hot. JADE in tha hood: feel'n L-to-tha-izzike a persizzle? JIZZLE: Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. its J-to-tha-izzust a really empty feel'n playa a while J-TO-THA-IZZADE: empty like... JADE: space i gizzuess JADE hittin that booty: heh

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[nakajeno]

❦ fake love | eleven [ prev. // next ]

idol¡au | au masterlist

mystery texted revealed, bet most of y'all predicted this one lmao – also, this isn’t the full story (intentionally), that will unfold as we go. if y'all only just joined don't read this chapter B, u gotta go through the suspense everyone else did x

The other trainees were kicking up a fuss about a newbie coming in: you didn’t care much at first, too focused on training hard yourself. But it was inevitable that you started seeing him around more often; the only people you gave much attention was Yoongi and Namjoon, and this guy was about to form a team with them – of course you couldn’t avoid him. You weren’t particularly trying to, you just didn’t like the idea of making efforts with anyone other than Yoongi and Namjoon. You were polite when you had to be but ignored him when you could. Until one day when you were watching over Yoongi and Namjoon’s practice. He walked in with a small towel hanging over his shoulder, an almost empty water bottle in his hand and sweat dripping down his face – so much sweat that you wondered if that was where all his water went. Without any hesitation he slid down the wall next to you, somewhat limp with fatigue. You knew that feeling so you didn’t blame him for getting his aiming wrong and sitting slightly too close for acquaintances. He finished the rest of his water after he sat down, but you noticed he didn’t seem satisfied. Though he didn’t complain, you handed him your unopened water bottle. Despite how he looked, you assumed his thanks would come out breathy – but instead he still sounded as bright as he did when he introduced himself to you for the first time.

“Yoongi, you missed the timing again!” You half yelled in slight exasperation. Yoongi ducked his head, resting his hands on his hips and sighing in defeat. You knew he was trying his best, so you never got too worked up like your dance teachers would – but at the same you knew if you were too nice it wouldn’t get any better.

Huffing, you pushed yourself off the ground and next to the breathless boys.

“You good to go again?” You asked, they nodded.

With their permission, you started the music from the beginning again.

“You’re going too quick,” you told him, getting in position. “It’s one and two and three…”

You danced with them throughout the whole song, counting the movements as you did to create a guideline for them to follow. After going over it a couple times together, you returned to your spot on the floor and watched over them again.

“Good!” You praised when Yoongi finally got the hang of the timing.

“You know what you’re talking about,” Hoseok cooed, impressed.

“I only counted them in,” you explained, feeling like you didn’t do enough to deserve the praise.

“I dunno,” he shrugged, unconvinced. “I could probably do with some of your schooling.”

You sighed, muttering to yourself, “when will BigHit introduce an experienced dancer.”

You didn’t see it but Hoseok turned the corner of his mouth into a smirk, shaking it off the moment you pushed yourself off the ground again.

“You guys look tired; do you want to take a break?” Noticing how worn out Yoongi and Namjoon were, you offered. Turning back to Hoseok, you jerked your head to the middle of the room, “your turn.”

Hoseok smiled a little bit, standing up and shaking his limbs in preparation. The action caught you off guard a little bit, but you thought nothing too much of it.

Placing yourself slightly ahead of him, you looked at him in the mirror, “you think you can do what they were doing?”

He nodded. You turned on the music.

You had stopped dancing maybe 40 seconds into the song when you realised this punk knew a little more about dance than he cared to let on.

“You’re good,” you almost questioned in disbelief. Looking at his cocky expression, you narrowed your eyes – he knew he was good. Better than good. He was better than you.

From the corner of the room you heard chuckling – you gave them both a stern look and they fell silent immediately. Hoseok dabbed his sweat with the towel that was still slung over his shoulder, arrogant smirk still appearing on his lips as he did so.

“I meant what I said, I could use some schooling,” he said between sips of the water you gave him. “If you have time I could do with your help watching over a routine for me. You have a keen eye.”

It had been a long day. All four of you were exhausted, laying side by side in the middle of the practice room. Your heavy breathing made sweet harmonies. Bearing the silence for a short while, you all caught your breath and let your sweat soak back into your clothes and skin. Quite easily you could have fallen asleep beside them; the room was peaceful, and you were already averaging at 4 hours sleep per night.

“It’ll get easier, right?” You asked which ever one of them cared to respond.

They remained still for a while.

The first one to say anything was Namjoon. “I don’t know if it’ll get easier,” he sighed. “But it’ll be worth it.”

If you had the energy you would have nodded. Instead, you let your eyes flutter closed letting out a heavy breath. Suddenly you began thinking of the end result: debut. It’s the most prominent thing you all had in common. Though you couldn’t completely relate to them. They were going to debut together – without you. One thought drifted to the other before your mind turned selfish, almost wishing that they didn’t leave you here alone. But before you had the chance, you cut yourself off mid-thought and sat up abruptly, surprising the boys previously laying peacefully at your side.

“Let’s dance,” you some-what demanded.

A harmony of groans flooded the room.

“We’ve been dancing all day,” Namjoon whined.

“No,” you shook your head. “Let’s fun dance.”

Not waiting for their response, you jumped off the ground and to the speakers. Flicking through your music, you selected a song you knew they wouldn’t be able to resist.

Greetings, loved ones,Snoop Dogg’s voice blasted in your ears. You smiled as they wriggled in despair upon hearing the familiar tune.

Your first target was Namjoon, singing along to the song as you approached him. “I… know a place.” You started.

“Where the grass is really greener,” he finished, allowing you to pull him off the ground.

You thought Yoongi would be harder but the moment you crouched in front of him he gave you his hand, silently asking you to pull him up too.

You still weren’t that close with Hoseok, only just becoming friendly and all but you couldn’t leave him out. Timidly, you walked up to him. Kneeling down beside him, you poked at the side of his lifeless figure. Hearing incoherent mumbling, you leaned down closer to get a better listen. Just as you had gotten close enough to make out what he was saying, he switched suddenly from humming the lyrics to screaming them in your ear. From shock you fell back, him doing the opposite and springing off the ground. As if teasing you, he jumped around you in a circle, yelling California Gurls at the top of his lungs. Your face fell in your hands in laughter at his stupid jumping dance. You weren’t phased when he wrapped his hands around your wrist just in time for the second chorus.

It was undeniably your favourite memory: dancing around silly, rapping lyric by lyric alongside Hoseok while Yoongi and Namjoon took turns dancing in the centre of the small makeshift circle – the highlight was maybe Hoseok swinging the towel that was conjoined to his shoulder around like a mad man. In that moment you weren’t tired, you weren’t worried about your future, or being left alone – you were happy.

In contrast to that memory, one particular night you were sat alone in the practice room at around 2:00am (you weren’t keeping track). Frustration was building up inside of you with every passing second – you weren’t getting any better, BigHit had no plans to debut you and you were quite simply tired.  You were sat in the middle of the practice room, sitting in a pool of your own sweat, just staring at yourself in the mirror for what you can only guess was at least half an hour. It was the lowest you had felt to date: not knowing if this was worth giving up your youth, not knowing if you were even talented enough, pretty enough, lucky enough. Not to mention the line-up for Namjoon and Yoongi’s group was increasing: as was the distance between you and them. In your lowest point he was there. He walked through the door – that stupid towel hung over his shoulder, sweat drenching his hair – and fell down beside you; his aim was still unfortunate. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even look at you. Suddenly you felt like he was maybe invading your thoughts, is that why he was mute? He must have been. How else would he have known? You tried not to let on that you were sad; you remained still and quiet, figuring that was your best disguise.

“What are you worried about,” he asked finally.

“Nothing,” you croaked, your voice growing hoarse from the lump in your throat and not having said a word for hours.

He nodded understandingly, “you don’t have to say anything unless you want to.”

“I don’t,” you stated, what could be easily mistaken for, bluntly.

Maybe it was the silence that was making your heart feel heavy: or maybe just the fact that you were too embarrassed to even say why you were sad in case he thought it was ridiculous – were you being ridiculous? Were you overreacting? Why were you so sad if this was so stupid? You couldn’t think straight. You wanted to talk about it, honestly. You wanted everyone to know how you were feeling. For whatever reason you just wanted to be comforted, but at the same time felt like you didn’t deserve comfort.

Hoseok looked at you like he could see the cognitions turning in your head. He felt sad. The conflicted expression on your face made him hurt: he didn’t know why, it just did.

He hummed, as though he were contemplating what he was about to say, pulling his knees to his chest and leaving his arms wrapped around his calves. “Sometimes I’m scared I’m not good enough.” He admitted. “I think about how replaceable I am, and I get scared. Sure, I have dance… but if I can’t do anything else then I’m nothing more than a backup dancer.”

“You’re more than a backup dancer, Hoseok,” you sighed, not believing that he would doubt himself so much. Looking down in your lap where you were twiddling your thumbs, you added, “You’re one of the most talented people I’ve met, don’t say that about yourself.”

“It’s easy for others to say but it’s how I feel,” he sounded normal at first listen, but you noticed the underlying insecurity.

“I’m scared too,” you revealed quietly without giving it much thought. Your fingers fidgeted with the lose threads on your bottoms, keeping your gaze there to avoid his. “I’m going to be alone here one day, and I don’t know how long for. It could be months, years. I want you guys to be happy and live your dreams, but I don’t want you to leave me.”

“No one is going to leave you. We’ll be here,” he assured.

You shook your head, scrunching your nose to keep from getting worked up. “No, you won’t. Yoongi will be gone, Namjoon will be gone, even you’ll be gone.” You lifted your head and looked at yourself in the mirror. “I can’t help but wonder if I’ll ever go any further than this.”

“Y/n, listen to me,” he leaned closer to you, you saw him in the mirror. His eyes were wide in seriousness. “We will be here.”

“No, you won’t,” you repeated louder and more sternly this time as you started to cry. Feeling embarrassed for crying, you hid your face in the crook of your arm.

You didn’t move when you felt him wrap himself around you. You wanted to complain but you wouldn’t have been able to say anything without it coming out broken and muffled.

“I’m telling you: we’re not going anywhere,” he said in a low tone. “And you’re going to debut. You will. I know it.”

Before, you were tense in his arms, feeling slightly uncomfortable, but somewhere along the line you noticed yourself relaxing and relying on him: if he were to move away all of a sudden you would have fallen on the floor. But he didn’t move away. And you didn’t fall.

Since then you had gotten closer to Hoseok – it was hard not to. He made you laugh until you cried, and he was a good dance partner: aka the only one that could keep up with you. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when you started liking him more than a friend: at first you didn’t admit that you actually did like him like that. But it was hard to dismiss the feeling that you cherished him in a different kind of way to the way you cherished Namjoon and Yoongi. Eventually you accepted your feelings but kept them to yourself nonetheless, unsure of whether or not they would be reciprocated.

But something was different that day. Maybe it was a force of being caught up in the moment – or maybe it was you subconsciously being sick of putting aside your feelings for so long. Whatever the reason: you kissed him.

It was a normal day, a normal dance practice. Everything was normal.

Both of you had been dancing for maybe four hours without a break and you were finally feeling it. You groaned exaggeratedly when the song ended for the billionth time.

“One more time,” Hoseok suggested, noticing you walk to the back of the room to where your water bottle and phone was calling your name.

“I can’t, Hobi, let’s take a break,” you whined out of breath, crouching on the floor and looking up at him with a screwed-up face.

“Come on,” he echoed, waving his arms to come here.

Ignoring his calls, you crawled towards your phone. He let out a huffed chuckle and stormed towards your goal before you did. Tauntingly, he held you phone high in the air, knowing you wouldn’t be able to reach it – even if he wasn’t really that tall.

“Please,” you pleaded, falling on the floor, pouting to appeal.

“Don’t try and act cute.”

“I’m not acting, though.” You smiled. “I am cute.”

He let out a laugh of disbelief. “Come and get it,” he wiggled your phone in the air, raising his eyebrows up and down knowing full well that you didn’t have the energy for this.

You narrowed your eyes at his challenge: not liking how he was belittling your ability. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you gathered your energy and hopped off the floor. He took one step back with your every step forward.

“Don’t cheat,” you warned, moving quicker.

Your switch in pace didn’t bother him, he had dancers’ feet after all. It had escalated and he was jogging backwards around the practice room just to taunt you. You sulked, not wanting to run around when your fuel tank was empty. Maybe you would have been more agitated if he hadn’t been leaving his cheerful laugh in his trail. You were so distracted by his happy expression that neither of you saw the bag lingering behind Hoseok, ready to trip him up. And it did. He fell backwards on the floor, his mouth forming the shape of an ‘O’ as he descended. Your hands had come up to cover your mouth before he even hit the ground. As soon as you heard the thud, you ran to his side. His eyes were closed – you panicked. Kneeling up and leaning over him, you rested one hand on his chest and used the other to tap his cheek.

“Hobi,” you called, frantic. When he didn’t respond, you hovered your ear above his mouth to check his breathing. He was breathing fine. You your face back ever so slightly to look into his now open eyes. Your eyes widened in fright, frozen in place with the shock. He only huffed in amusement, his breath bouncing back in your face.

Then you kissed him.

[i-am-beyoutiful]

Family Over Story: The Shield Brings The Sword

Here is the next chapter of Family Over Story!! I do want to apologize for the wait on this chapter. WrestleMania hangover hit me hard but I am back. Hopefully you won’t have to wait this long again. Anyways, in this chapter, we hop back in time to TLC 2012 and the shields first match!! I hope you enjoy!!

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“YOU’RE BEING RIDICULOUS!!!” 

“I’M BEING RIDICULOUS?? I’M BEING YOUR MOTHER!! IF I DON”T WANT YOU OUT THERE, ITS NOT HAPPENING!! AND BECAUSE I AM YOU’RE BOSS, YOU WON’T BE GOING OUT THERE!!” 

A high pitched scream traveled thru the door and the four men standing outside of the makeshift office winced at the volume. Tonight was TLC and for the members of the Shield, it was their first match. Not just any match, a TLC match. For weeks the quartet had been doing backstage segments and appearing out of nowhere to beat the crap outta everyone and anyone that got in their way. The siblings were told two weeks ago that they would have their first match on the main roster but to know that it was gonna be a TLC match on PPV sent them over the moon. They all knew they had to leave everything out in the ring. 

Cecily had been yapping about all the cool things they could do in this type of match. All the spots they could do together. Saying Cecily was geeked would be an understatement. Damage, down in NXT, was know for brawling. Hitting hard, fast and with a vengeance. No one messed with Damage unless you wanted a one way ticket to pain. Cecily changed the game and she planned to keep that going with this TLC match. Which lead to the screaming match that the men of the McMahon-Levesque family were hiding from. A first draft for what creative wanted the Shield to do during the match passed across Hunter’s desk and Stephanie happened to see it. To say Stephanie was horrified would be an understatement. 

Stephanie had her husband take out any spot that would put her daughter in any harm period. Hunter tried to change her mind but she was immovable. When the four siblings arrived at the arena and got the word from Road Dogg, informing them of the situation, the boys could barely keep up with their sisters steps. They got there just in time to see their dad pushed out the room and the door slammed in their faces. 

More screams traveled through the door and Roman rolled his eyes

“Dad, What could Cecily possibly be mad about? It’s not like there won’t be more matches for her to participate in.” Roman mentions. 

“I don’t think its the fact that she won’t be in this match. It’s what creative had signed up for her.” Hunter shook his head, “Seth was gonna be in harms way and she was gonna take chair shots for him then eat a table spot.” 

“WHAT!” Seth shot up from the floor in surprise. “And you said no! Dad, Cece lived for that stuff down in NXT. Taking a couple chair shots is nothing to her!” Seth exclaimed.

“Trust me, I know and I was all for it. This is all your mom. She was appalled and put a stop to it.” Hunter held his hands up. Dean got ready to respond but the door slammed open. Cecily walked out, taking heavy breaths, looking every bit of pissed. Seth tried to say something but was cut off by Cecily’s finger. She just shakes her head. 

“I’m gonna go get my make-up done because we have a segment to film. I’ll find you after.” Cecily took off towards the makeup chairs. All the men staring at the retreating figure of the female Shield member. Dean got a good look at her face and Cecily looked devastated. He could see his brothers on the verge of going after Cecily which would just end in a even bigger explosion. 

Dean slapped Seth’s shoulder, “Hey let’s go get changed. We probably got some lines to memorize.” Dean leads his older brothers away and gives his dad a nod. Hunter sighs again before stepping back into the office to face the storm that is his angry wife. 

Damage was arguing with her Shield brother, Seth Rollins.

“THERE IS NO WAY I’M DOING THAT!!”

“LOOK, YOU COULD GET HURT! DO YOU WANT THAT?”

“OHHH SO SUDDENLY ITS OK FOR YOU TO GET HURT!!”

“YEAH BECAUSE I’M AN ACTUAL WRESTLER!!” 

“YOU MOTHER-” Before Damage could finish, the hand belonging to Dean Ambrose clamped over her mouth, muffling the words she was saying. Damage shook Dean’s hand off and went to leap at Seth but Roman interrupted. Stepping between Seth and Damage doing well to make sure his brother wasn’t hurt before the fight they had tonight. Seth and Damage were glaring daggers at each other, ignoring their fellow Shield members. 

“What the hell is going on? Tonight is not the night for in fighting. We have bigger fish to fry.” Roman glances between them trying to gauge what could possibly be causing this commotion. 

“Seth has ordered me to stay back stage while you guys go fight Ryback and Team Hell No. Tell HIM that’s not happening!” Dean and Roman glance at each other.

“Weeeellll??” Dean began and shrugged his shoulders. Damage turned to her brother in shock. 

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME DEAN!!!!! Out of all of you, you’re the one to tell me no!?” Damage shook her head in disbelief and turned to Roman pleading with him. He was her last hope of changing hers brothers minds.  

“Come on, Roman! Make some sense please? I can help you guys out there.” Damage got her answer in Roman’s silence and she was taken aback. 

“Wow. I guess all the times you said I’m just as much apart of the Shield as you are was a lie.” Damage, hurt by her brothers distrust, started to walk away but was grabbed by the elbow, stopping her in her tracks. Damage ripped her arms out of her brothers grip. She walked out of frame, her brothers staring in concern after her. 

Right before the Pre show ends, a clip plays showing Damage fixing her boots. To her left, the locker room door opens with a creek. Damage stops and sits up. 

“Whoever it is, I don’t want to talk.” Damage goes back to her shoes when three people walk in. 

“I said I don’t want to talk,” She stands and faces her brothers, “Especially not to anyone who doesn’t trust me.” Seth rolls his eyes, already tired of his partners dramatics. 

“Oh get over it Damage!! Its not about us trusting you.” Damage interrupts, enraged at her brothers response. 

“NOT ABOUT TRUST!?!?! Of course it’s about trust. You don’t trust me to go out their and do anything and everything to make sure to Shield come out of TLC with a win. You don’t trust me to have chair cracked over my back. You don’t trust me to crash thru tables. You don’t trust me to take a ladder to the stomach and you guys trained me!” Damage breaths are coming out rapidly, her anger working her up. “If you expect to stand back here and watch as my brothers go to war in TLC match like any of these other good for nothing Divas,” She holds her hands up to pause, “Except for Naomi, Katilyn and AJ Lee, Natalya and Beth Phoenix.” The crowd laughs at Damage’s own interruption. 

Damage’s breathing calms down. She drops onto the bench below her and crosses her arms, “I will not be made to feel invalid.” 

Dean drops into the seat next to her and shakes Damage’s shoulder grabbing her attention. 

“You are not invalid. You are a valued member of this brotherhood. You’re the only women we could tolerate. And trust us, none of the divas back here could pull off the Shield fare like you can.” Dean and Damage share a smile before he continues. “Now the reason we don’t want you out with us isn’t because we don’t believe you can’t take a hit. You’ve taken plenty and you’ve stood tall after. We don’t want you out their because we would have to watch you take those shots for us when you don’t have to. Seeing you do that may take our focus away from the match. And I know, for you, its important that we win. Its all you’ve been harping on for weeks leading up to tonight.” Damage laughs a little before Dean embraces her. Roman speaks up, finishing off his brothers speech. 

“We gon go out there and we gonna beat the absolute crap outta Team Hell No and their little sidekick and show them why we are the Shield from injustice. Now lets do this!!” Dean stands and the boys join fists. Damage looks at all them and stands. 

“You all take care of business tonight. And If anything and I mean anything happens out there no one is gonna be able to stop me. I’m running down there, chair in hand, and I’m swinging until something breaks. Its just a matter of timing if its the chair or someone’s back” All the boys nod with a smile and Damage thrusts her fist into the empty space waiting for her.

“You gonna be okay, Cece?” The boys just got the ten minute warning and they were heading up top for their entrance. Dean and Seth were already heading up but Roman stopped to check on his sister once again before leaving the locker room. Cecily hasn’t said a word since they finished filming. She hadn’t even reacted to all the matches playing out on screen. All her brothers were concerned but they had more important things to worry about. Going into a TLC match needed all their focus. Cece shrugged off all their questions. Telling them to direct their concerns on not getting hurt out there.

Cecily turned to her brother, a half hearted smile painting her face. 

“Go kick some ass.” Roman nods and closes the door behind him. 

Cecily continued to sit in the locker room watching the end of Kofi versus Wade Barrett when her mother walked in. Stephanie tried to speak but Cecily evacuated the space before she could get a word in. Cecily was walking thru the hallways and she ran into her Dad. He placed a hand on her shoulder as she was passing. He leaned closer to her ear and whispered. 

“Hey have you spoken to mother?” 

“Naw she entered the room and I left. I’m trying to find a monitor so I can watch my brothers match.” Cecily tried to exit the situation but Hunter stops her again. 

“Dad, I don’t feel like doing this right now.” Cecily rolls her eyes. 

Hunter drags her forward, back toward the shared locker room, “You don’t but I do.” The two reach the door. Hunter holds it open and just waits for Cecily to enter. She huffs angrily but enters the room to face her mother watching the beginning stages of her sons match in bated breath. Stephanie glances over at her daughter and her husband. 

“Sweetheart, can’t this wait until after our sons match?” Stephanie proposes but Hunter cuts her off. 

“No it can’t. Now Cece could you please explain to your mother why you’re mad.” Hunter hands the floor over to Cecily. Their oldest daughter looks around the room, anywhere but her mothers face. 

“She doesn’t trust me.” Cecily finally blurts out and Stephanie is taken aback. 

“Cece! When have I ever said I don’t trust you?” Stephanie asks. 

Cecily rolls her eyes again, “You may not say it but you show it. You never let me pick my own clothes for events. I had to basically wrestle you into letting me dress like an actual Shield member and not a normal diva valet. You don’t even let me drive on the road and tonight was the last straw. I’m a trained professional wrestler, mom, and tonight you basically showed me that you don’t trust my training to be able to go out there and take a table spot and couple chairs to the back.” Cecily eyes bored into her mothers before looking away, directing her gaze back to the floor. 

“Sweetheart, I didn’t know you felt that way. I only said no because its your first big match on the roster and I already have to watch my boys put their bodies thru this.” As if on que, on the tv, Seth and Dean get planted onto an awaiting ladder and everyone in the locker room winced. Stephanie points at the monitor, “I knew I was gonna have to accept this but it never crossed my mind that I would have to watch you do that.” 

Cecily sighs and grabs her mothers hand, “Yes but mom think about how I would be changing the game. The divas didn’t do brawls but I did. The divas don’t fight like the boys but I do. No one expected me to be taking the same shots as the boys down in NXT but I did. Mom the people have been clamoring for a change in the divas.They want wrestlers. They want the women and men to be treated equally and I could have been the start of that, tonight. Mom this can’t happen again. I want to go out there and prove to everyone that I belong in the Shield. That I’m not just a diva but you have to trust me.” Stephanie pulled Cecily into a hug, smiling at her husband. 

“I trust you Cecily. I won’t like seeing you do this but I trust you.” Stephanie and Cecily pull away with smile. Hunter smiles as well.

“Now that that’s covered I’m gonna run back to gorilla and make everything is going okay. Love you both.” And with that Hunter runs out of the room. 

“Love you too.” The girls call back then they settle in their seats to watch the rest of the match. 

“FUCK!!! My everything hurts!!” Dean exclaims while his mother checks on him and his brothers in the trainers room. The family was waiting for the trainers to come back. Cecily laughs at her brothers comment. 

“That’s what happens when you have a TLC match, Dean. But other than the obvious pain you’re all in, How was it?” Cecily asks. 

“It was awesome!!” 

“That crowd was electric.” 

“They couldn’t get enough of us.” Cecily smiled. 

“Yeah I bet they couldn’t! Seth that table spot towards the end was SICK!!” The sibling continued to talk and harp on about all the cool stuff they did in the match.The boys wishing Cecily would have been out there with them. Cecily recounting all the things they did like it didn’t just happen. Stephanie and Hunter watched the scene in amusement. 

“How did you deal with seeing Cece do all those brawls in NXT?” Stephanie asked. 

“Oh I didn’t. Most of the time, I had someone else watch them to make sure no one got hurt.” The two parents laugh. Hunter shook his head in amusement, “You know I was terrified for Cecily when she brought up her and Saraya having a real brawl backstage. But I saw the look in Cece’s eyes. It was the same look my parents tell me I had when I told them I wanted to be wrestler. She believed this was her path and I gave her the ball to run with, no matter how much I didn’t want to see her do that stuff.”

Stephanie grabs her husbands hand and kisses it. 

“Then I guess we’ll suffer together?” 

“You bet we will.” They both smile again before joining in on the conversation their oldest kids were having. The family sharing this moment together. 

[godisawitchfic]

listen on spotify [xxx] specifics down the cut  ↴

part i : “a room is not a house & a house is not a home ” ⤷ i. ‘pilot’ | tyler, the creator

“fly with the birds in the wind, where you wanna go, who, what, why, when? on a scale from nine to ten”

⤷ ii. ‘ball for me’ | post malone ft. nicki minaj 

“when you comin’ back? where is you at on the map? everything is intact, could have been a seamstress, still wouldn’t cut him slack (…) back to you, I’m so into you”

⤷ iii. ‘without me’ | eminem 

“now this looks like a job for me, so everybody, just follow me ‘cause we need a little controversy, ‘cause it feels so empty without me (…) feel the tension soon as someone mentions me”

⤷ iv. ‘16 shots’ | stefflon don

“no gyal can tell me ‘bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba no boy can diss me or my mother round here ain’t safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah”

⤷ v. ‘lucky you’ | eminem ft. joyner lucas 

“I done said lotta things in my day, I admit it, this is payback in a way (…) wasn’t in it for the trophies, just the fuckin’ recognition, fuck’s the difference? (…) and actually coming from humble beginnings I’m somewhat uncomfortable winning, I wish I could say ‘what a wonderful feeling,”

⤷ vi. ‘nightcall’ | kavinsky 

“I’m gonna tell you something you don’t want to hear, I’m gonna show you where is dark, but have no fear there’s something inside you, it’s hard to explain they’re talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same”

⤷ vii. ‘majesty’ | nicki minaj. feat eminem 

“you better pick another game, try hide-and-seek and you might wanna decide to cheat, ‘cause you gotta open your eyes to peek am I indeed the last of a dying breed?”

⤷ viii. ‘level up’ | ciara 

“I turned nothing to something my comeback on one hundred, less talking, more action (…) see me, I see greater nothing I’m afraid of, and I can have it all”

⤷ ix. ‘rake it up’ | yo gotti feat nicki minaj

“we won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court, we don’t beef on social sites, we don’t do no arguing we don’t do no rumours, we don’t don’t pay no shooters, brr”

⤷ x. ‘in my feelings’ | drake

“look, the new me is still the real me, I swear you gotta feel me before they try and kill me, they gotta make some choices, they runnin’ out of options ‘cause I’ve being going off and they don’t know when it’s stopping”

⤷ xi. ‘dna’ | kendrick lamar

“i got power, poison, pain and joy inside my DNA i got hustle though, ambition, flow inside my DNA i was born like this, since one like this, immaculate conception (…) i got dark, i got evil, that rot inside my DNA i got off, i got troublesome heart inside my DNA i just win again, then win again, like Wimbledon I serve”

part ii : “no reason to stay is a reason to go ”

⤷ xii. ‘truffle butter’ | nicki minaj, drake, lil wayne

“ I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist your whole style and approach, I  invented & I ain’t takin’ that back, ‘cause I meant it ”

⤷ xiii. ‘feel it, still’ | portugal the man

“ can’t keep my hands to myself, think I’ll dust ‘em off, put 'em back up on the shelf, in case my little baby girl is in need am I coming out of left field ? ”

⤷ xiv. ‘good form’ | nicki minaj

“ you see I let him eat the cookie ‘cause it’s good for him and when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form he know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign i be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form come on, come on, come on i be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form (come on) ”

⤷ xv. ‘offence’ | little simz

“ allow me to pick up where I left off, the biggest phenomenon and I’m Picasso with the pen, n****s always talk shit until I hit them with the realness, figured I should say some’ but you don’t wanna hear me vent, you can talk bad all day long I  will never be impressed, dunno what I did to make you feel that you be earnin’ my respect ”

⤷ xvi. ‘and we danced’ | macklemore feat ziggy stardust

“ i will not, i will not give a damn who watches me, i will live, i will live, liberate the fox in me (…)  i will not be a mannequin (no)  the ego banished, the roof’s on fire, let’s burn down the Vatican, i will moonwalk to Pluto in honor of Michael Jackson, in heaven he’ll be saying, that man is tight at dancing ”

⤷ xvii. ‘talk that talk’ | rihanna feat jay z

“ say what you want, say you want you like,  say you want me to do and I got you, tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you, i'mma get it right on the first try for you ”

⤷ xviii. ‘lay low’ | snoop dogg

“our rise it was no surprise, i always knew these fools would trip: hating, faking, scheming on mine, and on the down low talking shit  best move ‘cause i refuse to lose, no matter which damn road i choose (…) so lay low ‘cause you might get bruised, top story on the evening news ”

⤷ xix. ‘all hands on deck’ | tinashe

“ wasted heart, you took  the last bit of love i’ve ever had, you took a good girl and you turned me oh so bad, kiss your old bae goodbye, she’s dead and gone (…) and you know that I tried, really gave my all (…)   everything we built, baby, you let it fall ”

⤷ xx. ‘sicko mode’ | travis scott 

“ woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth at the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose  (...) had to hit my old town to duck the news two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves now it's 4AM and I'm back up poppin' with the crew ”

⤷ xxi. ‘electricity’ | dua lipa feat silk city

“ giving up my ghost for you and now I’m see-through (…) and even if I could I wouldn’t turn on you and I would stop the world for you you know I wanna let you know, I’ll never let this feeling go ”

⤷ xxii. ‘open safe | lil wayne 

“ no brakes, road rage, my new money gonna die of old age when they shoot me, we don't race, we gon' need our own space need a piece of that pie, we gon' need it homemade I be coming home late, bad bitch, long face she do every single thing but rub me the wrong way ”