#meanwhile im over here my whole sides soaking

[tskumoyuuma]

anxiety is so stupid. been dreading n putting off doing this one stupid thing for literal months cause I'd never done it before. finally forced myself to do it today n it took like 10 minutes, most of it walking to n from the place. was shaking the entire time

[1-800-c0sm1c]

I recently saw a suggestive gif with an ice lolly, before quickly stumbling upon a post with Ryuji.. You can probably see where I'm going with this.

Could you perhaps write about a gn reader and Ryuji on a super hot day grabbing some ice lollys, the two enjoying the other's presence before Ryuji looks over and sees reader unintentionally deep throating it? (Like it looks suggestive) Ryuji gets really flustered, and now it's even hotter...

I hope this doesnt overstep into more heavier nsfw, if it does please remove what you arent comfortable with or feel free to delete the request :) Also you can add more characters if you want! Though I only really know Persona 5 Strikers, so if you can add characters from that! Anyway enough rambling, hope you have fun with this!!

-Solar/⭐ (If I can claim either or that'd be great!)

꒰blue lemonade !꒱

eating popsicles with everyones fav electro boy !

character x gn!reader

includes ryuji !

warnings : suggestive content !

word count : 2273

beta read by : @cagethefrenchfuck​

a/n : solar anon youre a genius ,,, im here to make it even better with a friends to lovers prompt added into the chaos mwahahaha >:) i hope you enjoy this !

this summer heatwave was reaching record high temperatures, you were sure if you stayed out in the sun for too long youd melt into a puddle and evaporate almost immediately. you wanted nothing more than to feel the cool ocean breeze on your face and soak up rays in the sun. however, just like the rest of the phantom thieves, you and ryuji were broke and had decided to stay inside for most of summer vacation. whenever you werent grouped up together at rens house for mementos business, chances are ryuji was laying on your couch, complaining about the heat with a bag of frozen vegetables on his forehead, but you dont mind. if youre together, everything becomes colored by him. if you were into aura reading you swear everyone around the blonde would be a bright and sunny yellow, but yours turned blue the moment you met him. if he was the sun, youd be the ever changing sky, never one without the other, the tide and the sand.

despite the random movie playing on the tv, your attention was focused solely on your dramatic friend sitting next to you. ever since youve joined the phantom thieves, you and ryuji have been inseparable. ren and ann have called you the dynamic duo on multiple occasions, meanwhile morgana is simply just jealous that someone likes ryuji enough to want to hang out with him that often.

“oh come on ryuji, the fans are running on overdrive, theres no way you can still be that hot.” you rolled your eyes as he complains for the nth time this hour. “thats what you think, but i swear im gonna die if this heatwave lasts another day, man.” he sighs, sinking further into the couch. “if the heat doesnt kill you, then i will.” you mutter under your breath, but ryuji hears you loud and clear. “oh so you want a fight, is that it? lets take it to the metaverse right here, right now!” ryuji yells back with more energy than youve seen him with since school let out for the break. he puts his fists up pretending to swing punches at you across the couch, proceeding to drop the entire bag of (not really frozen anymore) peas on the hard floor of your living room. the bag breaks open, littering the vegetables all over the place. “oh shit. how thin is the materials of those frickin bags?” he quickly says, panic obvious in his voice. you sigh, quickly getting up to grab the broom to sweep up the mess ryuji had made. 

he follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy, offering to clean everything up *plus* scrubbing your whole house before you quickly reassure him its not a big deal. “i doubt we were ever going to cook those up anyways, dont worry about it ryuji!” “but still! i feel bad for making a mess of your house. i dont want to give your mom any reason to hate me.” you raise an eyebrow at that. “oh? why do you want to be on my moms good side so bad? you planning on moving in or something?” he shrugs. “with how much weve been hanging out i might as well. last thing i need is to be banned from seeing you over some bags of frozen vegetables.”

theres a mysterious feeling inside of you, and you feel heat rising to your cheeks over that. hed go through all the trouble of deep cleaning your house just so he can still hang out with you? itd obviously never need to come to that, but the fact that its the first thought he has cant help but make you feel special, despite how silly it is. of course he wants to be able to hang out with you, hes your best friend. if he didnt, that would be more of an issue than anything else. “you could always just sneak through the window, you know.” you mutter without realizing. he snickers. “i dont think i play the role of knight in shining armor very well, but what the hell? im always willing to try new things.” he laughs at his own remark, completely oblivious to how much redder your face has gotten in the small amount of time youve been sweeping up the peas from the floor. it may be hot outside, but surely not that hot, right?

“well how about you go make yourself useful and get something less likely to… explode for us to cool off?” you quickly respond to change the subject. ryuji thinks for a second before grabbing his shoes, stating hell be right back. you feel a weight be lifted off your shoulders you were unaware of as soon as the door shuts behind him.

theres never been any kind of tension that youve noticed before between you and ryuji, so where did this random feeling come from? you cant help but feel different around him, has he always looked at you with such admiration and you just never noticed? with how hot your body is now you might as well shove yourself into the freezer.

putting the broom back you sit back on the couch noticing how empty the room really feels without ryuji there anymore. where had he even run off to anyways? you groan, noticing that the temperature had gone up another 2 degrees, before instantly feeling bad for sending ryuji out into town during the hottest part of the day. that was definitely a lapse in your judgement, but surely hed be fine with how quick he was to go along with it. unless he just wanted to get away from you? wait where did that thought come from? you cant help but internally sigh at how youve managed to make the situation even more awkward without him even being there.

after about another 5 minutes of sitting alone with your thoughts (terrifying, isnt it?) ryuji bursts through the front door with a grocery bag in his hands. “i dont know about you but i think some ice cream is the perfect thing right now!” your face drops the second you realize its dripping, presumably already melted from the trip back in the scorching sun. ryuji notices a second later, quickly dropping it outside by the front porch. you cant help but find his slightly pouting face adorable, and also totally heart wrenching. “you know, i think youre on the right track there with ice cream. how about we just go down to the convenience store together? im pretty sure ren is working there right now anyways. then we dont have to worry about anything melting!” 

ryuji was just about ready to give up on going anywhere else today, especially if it meant having to walk around again in the heat, but he couldnt resist the sweet smile on your face. hed do anything for you in a heartbeat if youd always look at him so sweetly. he was so caught up in his staring that he completely forgot to answer you, you having to snap your fingers in his face just to get him to come back down to earth, because surely when he was with you he was in heaven. “huh? oh! yeah, lets get going!”

you both ran to the train station, out of breath and sweaty by the time youd have reached shibuya. you almost gave ren a heart attack with the amount of noise caused by you and ryuji walking in to the convenience store. after almost getting him fired for talking way longer than he should have been, you and ryuji walk back to the station in no rush, eating your popsicles quietly. 

“what flavor did you get?” you ask ryuji as you stand waiting by the station. “cherry limeade, you wanna try?” he brings the popsicle closer to your face, assuming youd simply grab it in your own hand. what ryuji was not expecting, however, was for you to lean yourself closer to him, taking a lick of the popsicle while it was still held in his hand. his eyes turn wide like a rabbit would, incredibly surprised as you get closer to him, he swears he can feel the tingling electricity throughout his entire body. where did this boldness come from, and why are you so nonchalant about it? he can fell his ego deflating when his whole arm shakes after you pull away and lick your lips, the artificial fruit flavoring tasting cold yet electrifying. “ooh that ones super tasty!” you exclaim, and ryuji swears he sees your eyes shining.

your icy treat smells of the sweet ocean, like someones squeezed a freshly picked lemon into it. “do you wanna try mine? its blue lemonade.” you hold the popsicle up to him in the same way, but ryujis too nervous to even grab it out of your hand, let alone lean in like you had. “oh uhm… no thanks, im allergic to uh…. lemons?” he stammers out, leaning back a bit. you shrug. “more for me then!”

ryuji was sure it was getting even hotter outside, even though it was painfully obvious the sun would be setting soon. he tried not to make eye contact with you again, but the image of you staring at him so excitedly a moment ago was still fresh on his mind. 

he regrets when he gives in and looks over at you again, as youve gotten down to the bottom of the popsicle by now. hes even more surprised to see the way you take almost the whole stick into your mouth, and suck on the remaining of the icy treat. he feels his eyes travel down to your adams apple, watching it move as you swallow. he notices the mixture of sweat and fruit juice dripping down from your chin, which in any other situation he might have made fun of you for. suddenly hes more flustered than hes been all day, and cant help but look away suspiciously quick.

as soon as you turn to look at him, he feels much smaller under your gaze, unable to hide how much you affected him, without you even realizing. now you know its not just you whos been feeling the tension thicken more as today has dragged on. youre not sure what to say, or if you should even say anything. clearly theres something going on between the two of you, but neither of you are able to muster up enough courage to address it.

youre about ready to just say your goodbyes and make your way back home, but ryuji decides to speak up before you can act out your walk of shame. “hey y/n, have you noticed anything uhm, you know, weird between us recently?” he asks, you cant tell if youve ever heard ryuji sound so unsure before. you pretend to think for a moment before responding. “now that you mention it the air seems much hotter today, and thicker too.” you dont miss the way you see ryujis face heat up at that remark. he mentally curses for not having a way to hide the way the blush creeps up his neck and ears.

“yeah i think ive noticed that too. but i havent been able to put my finger on what exactly has been bugging me.” you, unlike some would say about ryuji, arent stupid. you both know that he knows whats going on here, but hes going to make you say it first. you hold back a sigh, something youve been doing a lot recently, and finally find the right words. “i think that theres… something going on between us, ryuji.” you dont dare raise your eyes from their look on the ground. you can see ryuji let out a breath of relief, he wasnt sure if you were actually going to go along with this. “yeah, i see what you mean… i uh, i mean i see it too.” he drags his foot against the pavement of the station square. your heart that points to him is a deep blue, like the sky before the storm clouds build, or the ocean on a late night stroll.

even if you swallow, your words fill up on the tip of your tongue, feeling so close to overflowing. “have you ever thought of us as more than friends?” you ask in such a low voice you werent sure if he would hear it, and ryuji almost didnt over the loud beating of his heartbeat. now what is he supposed to do? there was so hint in your tone of voice that you thought of him the same way. he wasnt even sure if you were nervous, for all he knew you were more uncomfortable than anything else. he struggles to think of an answer that wont totally humiliate himself and also not hurt your feelings. “well… i guess so, yeah.” he responds. he doesnt miss the way you tense up at his answer, and he feels his heart sink.

you finally look up at him, that same sweet look in your eyes from earlier, and suddenly he thinks that maybe its so bad he decided to be honest. “oh my god really? wow.. im so relieved!” you sigh out. ryuji thinks he likes that tone of your voice. “i honestly thought i was going crazy! like i never noticed just how… close we are until today! everything just seemed to click and i swear i dont even know where it came from but im starting to really like-” ryuji leans in closer to you, effectively shutting you up with a nervous kiss to you lips. you can feel him smirk against you when you melt into the kiss. you feel yourself return to the original soft blue youve grown to love the moment he embraces you.

reluctantly pulling away, ryuji wipes the excess popsicle off of his lips with the same stupid smile on his face. you stick your tongue out at him, showing now that your tongue is purple instead of blue, and that immediately wipes the confident expression on his face. youre starting to get used to seeing ryuji flustered and different shades of pink or red. you grab his hand, dragging him off to go catch your train. 

as the doors close behind you, youre suddenly reminded of what he said earlier. “wait a minute, i thought you said you were allergic to lemons!” he rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “well i only said that because i was too nervous to.. you know, grab the popsicle out of your hand.” you cant help but laugh at him. “whats so funny? you act like if you were in my shoes you wouldn't have reacted the same way!” you shrug your shoulders. “summer isnt over yet, i guess well just have to wait and see until next time.”  he sighs, exasperated, before whispering under his breath “youre gonna be the death of me.” you smile at him. this is perfect, youd wish for nothing more, just the two of you. like this summer, it melts in your mouth like your feeling of love.

inspired by blue lemonade by red velvet , give it a listen if you havent before !

[barsformars]

reaction: to their s/o being afraid of thunderstorms; ateez

req: hi! i absolutely love your writing, could i request an ateez reaction to s/o being scared of thunderstorms? thank you so much <3

a/n: thank you so much for requesting! this was kinda cute to write. also,, trying a different format here- not using gifs- lmk if y'all like it with gifs better? + first work im posting in this new year hehe hope y'all enjoy it <3

genre - fluff | pairing - ateez x reader | warnings - none

⭒❃.✮:▹ seonghwa

seonghwa had came home to you hidden under your covers as you watched the television on almost max volume, the curtains fully closed.

"love, isn't it a little too loud?" he had covered his own ears from how deafening it was and he had to pretty much yell for you to hear him. you paused the show when you took notice of him, quickly apologising as you tried to explain yourself when you saw another flash of lightning through the curtains. you slapped your two hands over your ears and squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the loud ripping sound from the sky.

seonghwa sat himself next to you and pulled you into his embrace, cupping your cheeks so that you would look at him. "love, do you trust me?" you nodded as you slowly opened your eyes.

seonghwa turned the television off and gently pried your hands away from your ears, letting your hands rest on the sides of his thighs. "let's be a little kinder to your ears, alright?" he leaned in closer and whispered into your ears. "do you want to tell me about your day or shall i go first?"

basically mars asmr but live, and when you do get surprised by the thunder, he would shush you affectionately and comfort you, continuing on about his day.

⭒❃.✮:▹ hongjoong

"can i hide in here for a little while?" you had peeked into his studio to see that he was just monitoring his past performances through fancams, surely you wouldn't be a distraction.

"from what?" he paused his video and whipped his head back to ask, confused. you were supposed to be at the dance studio, helping wooyoung and yunho check their choreography even if you weren't that experienced in dance.

"the thunderstorm, your studio is the only place where i can neither see nor hear anything so..." ah, he had no idea there was a thunderstorm outside. if he was he would have rushed over to you immediately, knowing just how afraid you can get.

"sure babe, make yourself comfortable." hongjoong would then turn on the ambience lighting to a dark blue and play some really soothing classical music, hoping that it would calm you down and take your mind away from the ongoing thunderstorm. when he sees that you were still a little frightened from earlier on, he drapes his warm jacket over you, "don't worry, you're safe here." he would also go to the kitchen to make a cup of warm tea for you to calm you down.

⭒❃.✮:▹ yunho

yunho loves thunderstorms, and he loves sitting by the window and staring out as the flashes of electricity branch out like veins in the sky, so full of life. that's what scares you the most, you know the extent of damage lightning can cause having lived in houses without good lightning protection systems.

"don't sit too near to the windows, you might get hurt!" you warned for the umpteenth time but your boyfriend refused to listen, saying that it would never happen.

"this apartment is safe, i promise," yunho reassured you, even gesturing for you to come join him over there. he wasn't going to force you if you still refused after the third time he asked but you decided to go. you've been trying to get over your fear of thunderstorms anyways.

he would wrap his arms around your waist and let you rest your head on his chest so that you could hear his calm steady heartbeats. the both of you sat at the windows watching the lightning and thunder with you burying your face into the crook of his neck often and him giving you long pats on your back to calm you down. you definitely did get less afraid of thunderstorms, though not much, but it's something.

"if the thunderstorm is ever mean to you, let me know. i'll personally throw hands at zeus."

⭒❃.✮:▹ yeosang

yeosang had fallen asleep on the couch when it started raining heavily along with non-stop thunder and lightning. you were extremely afraid but you had to close the windows yourself, you didn't want to wake yeosang up from his nap.

you were just about to close the one in the living room where yeosang was when the deafening sound of a thunder took you by surprise, causing you to shriek out loud in fear. being a light sleeper, yeosang jolted awake, surprised and worried. it absolutely broke his heart to see you crouched on the floor with your hands covering your ears, your shoulders shaking as you sobbed.

you felt so weak crying over a thunderstorm but yeosang made sure to let you know that there was nothing wrong with it. he gently guided you onto the couch where he would let you continue crying on his shoulder, his fingers intertwining with yours to let you know that he's there for you as he tries to help you control your breathing. "you're okay, you're okay. follow my breathing, love."

⭒❃.✮:▹ san

if you weren't afraid of thunderstorms, you probably wouldn't be sitting on yunho's gaming seat right now with san yelling at you over the headset to support him in the game. you weren't one to play games but as san says, "you won't be scared if you distract yourself"

it usually works, though the games do leave you feeling kind of nauseous from all the motion and lights, but today, the thunderstorm was simply on another level. the lightning had lit up the whole room with a bright white flash for a good three seconds before leaving you in a room that seemed much brighter a few moments ago.

san is not stupid, he knows playing games would not distract you this time round so he would quit the game and drag you onto the bed , letting you bury your face in his chest as he hums the tune of your favourite song.

when you told him that you were ashamed to be afraid of something many people aren't, he would shush you and say, "it's normal, everyone has their irrational fears. besides, that lightning really scared the life out of me too."

⭒❃.✮:▹ mingi

he knew about your fear of thunderstorms, and he always makes an effort to check the weather forecast on your behalf since he had googled it before and they said people who fear thunderstorms should try to refrain from doing so in case it makes them even more anxious. anyways, so he does it for you and prepares everything that you might need when it happens.

the both of you were in the car when the thunderstorm started, and being well prepared, he quickly handed you the small thin blanket and the bottle of water he kept at the backseats. there was no better place than under the sheets at home but this was better than nothing at all.

once the both of you got home, he would make sure to run a warm bath for you and might even accompany you in it. the fear had caused all your muscles to tense up and he made it a point to relieve all of them. in the meanwhile, he would comfort you by saying things like "im so proud of you." and "the next time a thunderstorm happens, remember how you are totally fine today, okay? think, thunderstorms are relatively harmless, you'll be fine this time too."

⭒❃.✮:▹ wooyoung

it was in the middle of the night when the thunderstorm started, the loud booming of the thunder startling you awake. you tried to go back to sleep, hoping that this moment would just pass and that you would wake up to a nice weather. but even with wooyoung by your side, you couldn't seem to be at ease enough to sleep.

"wooyoung, please wake up." that was your tenth attempt, unsurprisingly considering the fact that he sleeps like a dead log. thankfully he does, and very much apologetically when he notices the shitshow that was going on outside. even he was surprised he slept through the noise.

he would immediately drag himself out of bed to turn on the lights so that the lightning wouldn't seem as bad, also going out to the kitchen to pour you a glass of warm water. it always helped.

when the both of you were back in bed, wooyoung would rest against the headboard as you laid your head on his abdomen, him patting your shoulder affectionately until you fell asleep again.

"there's another thunderstorm going on inside your stomach," you joked with a faint smile as you snuggled closer into him.

"hey! if you're going to say that, go away."

⭒❃.✮:▹ jongho

the both of you were stranded outdoors as the thunderstorm has started unexpectedly while the two of you were taking a stroll in the park. the weather forecast did not foresee this. it was dangerous and very annoying to get soaked in rain, but everything was made worse because you were afraid of thunderstorms. you had no idea why, it was just the case.

"there's a shelter nearby, shall we make a dash for it?" jongho asked as the both of you sought temporary shelter from a tall tree.

"the lightning is a little crazy now though....." it was, but being under a huge tree on such a day wasn't the smartest idea at all, and it would be much better if you could go to a real shelter.

"you know i'm quite a lucky guy, right?" jongho would give you a piggyback as he ran, allowing you to close your eyes so that you wouldn't see the flashes of lightning. he would also tell you to put on earphones and play some soothing music. "it'll be over quick, just hang on in there for a little while."

[stumacherstan]

Hey if youre still taking monster requests, can we get a orc x reader where the reader is either a kumiho, a nixie, or a naga? Sorry if not and thank you if you can!

Orc x naga!Reader One-shot:

The forest was beautiful was as always. The lights scattered in between the trees. The birds were singing their melody to soothe any wandered and the inhabitants of the land. The sweet smell of trees and and suffocating pollin.

A loud booming of a newcomer disrupted the peace. The tall orc panted as he was running through the trees, as if he was escaping something. Orcs are usually strong and feared, hardly anyone tries to attack them. However if a group of people are rallied up, people tend to gang up. And unfortunately Orc’s tusks sell high in black markets.

The muscular orc, Wraog, was trying to lose the people behind him. He was just trying to get the next closest village for his people who need a certain plant to heal the ongoing sickness that was going on. He was already tired of 3 days of walking and didn’t have the strength to fight off a group of mages. Wraog was slowly getting lost himself, forgetting trees and saw himself trapped between wilderness and a cave.

“You’re trapped now Orc, we can either do this the easy way or the hard way.” A sleazy voice called out to him, almost too smug for comfort.

“It doesn’t matter really, we’ll try to make it painless. Choose the easy way.” Another light aired voice, as if they weren’t going to saw off his tusks and cut his hair.

Wraog saw 3 other people emerge and he didn’t know how big the cave was. He quickly grabbed his dagger and got into a fighting position. “You can try it, but I won’t go down without a fight.”

“Ah so the hard way it is, I was hoping for this. I was getting bored of easy targets.” The once again annoying sleazy voice said.

Meanwhile, you were napping in your cave. A whole day of picking herbs for your tea and drinking in the sunlight on top of your cave. It was a productive day and you fed a couple days ago. Life was great. Peace was yours. Then it wasn’t.

You felt the ground beneath you tremor which woke you up from your slumber. You groaned and strained your ears to detect anything. You heard voices and curiosity was caught on the hook. You slowly slithered out, but not enough to be seen, to see what was going on. You cringed at the whole commotion, lowlife hunters ganging up on another victim. You hated weaklings that felt hunting in numbers were better.

You saw the whole fight go down and the orc was slowly losing no matter how much he countered. You normally didn’t care too much about others, as you only had to take care of yourself to survive. But they were on your territory and you had time to spare.

You quickly striked out and grabbed one with your tail and slammed them down on the dirt. You grabbed one that was on the orc’s back and bit into his arm, ejecting some venom that was gonna hurt for weeks. “You’re all dissssturbing my sssssleep!” You hissed out.

“Holy shit, a naga. We’re in luck! Get them!”

However they were outnumbered by the strength of an awoken naga and an orc. You both quickly defeated them. They had to run off with their numbers dwindled.

You spit on the dead and shook your head. “I hate mages. Little shitheadssss.” You looked up at the slightly beat up Orc. “I don’t really care in particular, but are you okay?”

Wraog’s legs shook and he fell onto the floor, clearly tired. As any normal being would after trying to fight off five mages by themselves.

“Hey! Get up!!” You shouted at him. You poked his side and groaned. “I guess I’ll take care of you,” you grumbled. You heaved and grabbed him by the legs, you started trudging in your cave. “By the stars, you’re so,,, heavy!”

You finally got him inside and wiped your forehead if any sweat. You got a rag and wet it with well water and cleaned his dirtied faced, rinsed the rag in a bucket, and soaked it in clean water once again. “You poor thing, never seen a orc almost be defeated.” You uttered softly as you placed the wet rag on his forehead.

You quickly cleaned up any of his wounds and fed the starving fire in your cave. You checked him once again just to make sure there wasn’t any other harm done and went into your corner of bedding to pick out a warm blanket to put over him. “Sleep well big one.”

Wraog’s purple eyes burst open. A wonderful smell of stew lowed into his nostrils like a sweet dance. He groaned as he sat up. “Where am I?” The slightly moist rag fell onto his lap, he picked it up and inspected it.

“A ssssimple thank you would ssssuffice,” you answered. You stirred the cauldron and added little pinches of seasoning. It was already done but you were adding finishing touches.

“Oh, you’re the one who helped me.” His eyes traveled down to your tail and widened in surprises. Usually Nagas were selfish creatures and kept to themselves. “Thank you very much, I’m Wraog.”

“I’m (Y/N).” You got out a bowl. “It was really no problem, someone had to teach those poachers a lesson at some point.” You poured the stew into a bowl and handed it to him as well as a glass of water.

He sloppily smiled at you, tusks in the way and all, and grabbed the bowl and glass. “I very much appreciate this.” He slowly ate since he wanted to savor it.

“May I asssk why you were in the foressst?”

“I was trying to get to the next village as mine own has been struck by a sickness. I don’t know the herbs name but I have the notes as to what it is, I was seeking help before I got ambushed.” Wraog wiped his mouth of any excess. “This is really good.”

It wasn’t your place, and you didn’t really care about his people. But you kept getting reeled in. “How bad is the illness?” You noted that he complimented your food. A very respectful orc.

“None of the witch doctors can help without the herb. It’s slowly spreading and getting worse. I hate seeing my people get quarantined.” Wraog looked down. “I hope I can heal soon so I can stop bothering me. You’ve done so much for me already.”

like most nagas, you couldn’t really express emotions well. “Well that sssucksss, let me see your list. Maybe I could be of sssome assssitance sssso you can leave ssssooner. Let me see your notessss.” You stuck out your hand patiently.

Wraog’s eyes lit up like a puppy, excited and cute. “Really? This means so much, I’ll make sure to never bother you again.” He dug his big hands into his pockets and pulled out a small black book. “It’s right here.” He flipped to the page and handed it to you.

You read through everything, your tails tip sticking around impatiently as you drank in the information. “I know what herb thisss isss, I don’t ussse it often unlessss I’m ssssick as well. A very good rememdy that helps. I have ssssome and know where to fetch ssssome more.” You glanced at him then looked away. “You can sssstay here, don’t make too much of a messss.”

“Isn’t it too dark by now? Shouldn’t you also rest after fighting?” Wraog cocked his head like a concerned dog. “Don’t overwhelm yourself.”

Your stomach fluttered but you clicked your tongue in annoyance as to not show your true feelings. “Then I’ll go out in the morning if that’ll ssssoothe you, I don’t want you messsing up your ssstitchessss like the big oaf you are.” You quickly served yourself and ate it delicately.

Wraog wasn’t use to silence, he was use to boasting and chatters filling up the air. He looked around your cave that was big enough for him and you. “Very homey. Suits you.”

You raised an eyebrow. Ah orcs, always the talkative ones. “Thank you.”

Wraog nervously chewed on his lip, he hated awkward silences. He could talk on forever. “Your scales are also very beautiful! Hard to believe you live alone with your beauty.” The word vomit came out and his green face exploded into a darker shade.

Your tail stopped rattling and your ears once again heated up. You coughed awkwardly, trying to make sense of the scene. “I, I choose to live alone. Male nagassss are too ignorant for my liking. No point of mating with sssomeone who I won’t enjoy ssspending time with. What about you? A mate?” You inquired, not because you wanted to pursue. It was just a curious thing seeing it was brought up.

“Ah I see, a beauty against the world. No wonder, I wouldn’t have expected you to be mateless but by choice makes more sense,” Wraog warmly smiled, “I don’t have a partner either. Haven’t found anyone specifically who’s peaked my interests.”

You decided to flirt a little, “I wouldn’t expect a handsome sssweet orc like you to be sssingle. I’m sure you have the ladiesss lining up.”

Wraog felt his heart beat a little faster. “Not normally or maybe Im oblivious to it.” He accidentally yawned, killing the mood.

“Well-“ You grabbed his empty bowl and cup, “I sssuppose it’s time for us to sleep. I gotta get up early to fetch your herbs. Rest well Wraog.” You coiled up in your comfy corner with pillows and blankets and fell asleep peacefully.

Wraog had a more difficulty falling asleep, he couldn’t help be marveled by you. A sweet beautiful naga out here by themselves? You were sweet and sour and it certainly peaked his interests. His eyes wandered all over your form till he himself fell asleep.

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The next morning, you stretched and cracked any stiff bones. You looked to see Wraog sleeping and smiled softly. You quietly slithered to him and looked at his face with deeper insight. You noticed how his look hair draped over him with delicacy, how he breathed heavily due to tusks being in the way, how sharp his tusks were, and how he just seemed at peace. Your hand swiftly caressed him before you giggled and left the cave by yourself with a basket.

You inhaled the sweet air and listened to the birds sing their song. You looked for the sweet purple and orange plant that could help save his village. You went by the river that held the most of the herb. You carefully picked them without cutting yourself on the prickly thorns at the bottom and laid it down in your basket. You repeated this action until your basket was full and made your own way home.

Wraog had woke up and sat up rather quickly when he saw you were gone. “They’ve gone out to get the herb, right.” He told himself. He tried to make himself busy as by making some breakfast, although he wasn’t sure what you liked or where most of your utensils were.

Still, Wraog tried his best. He carefully broke the eggs and beated the yolk and poured into the skillet. He added salt and pepper and left it to sit. He started on the small rations of the mysterious meat, he tried not to think about it. He cut it into pieces and mixed it with the eggs and folded the eggs with meat inside. Wraog was sure to add spices and although he was confident it tasted good, but it didn’t look appealing. Your food looked appealing and his looked like a mess.

He carefully scooped portions out in your bowl and his bowl. He poured water for both of your cups. Wraog decided to be cute and go outside and pick some bright (colored) flowers that matched your tail. He put in the middle of the table. “Damn, I’m stupid. I don’t know when they’re getting back.”

“I’m back?” You declared. You raised your eyebrow to the messy breakfast before you. “I see that you prepared food for the both of us, thank you.” You set your basket down and coiled up next to the table. “You worked really hard on this. I appreciate it.”

“It’s the least I can do since you helped me so much.” Wraog’s face darkened a deep green as he felt his stomach flutter with butteries at your soft smile. “Those are enough for those of the sick, I should be thank you the most.”

“You can thank me again when I escort you out the forest. That’ll be the last thank you.”

“I don’t think I’ll need an escort. I can handle myself.” Although he secretly wants to spend more time with you.

“Do you even know how to get out of here?”

“Oh-“ Wraog felt even more embarrassed and probably looked like an idiot in front of you now. “No.”

“That’s why you need an escort you oaf.” Your words were not bitter, just playful. You started to eat and your eyes turned into slits at the taste. “This is amazing!”

“I tried my best, I’m glad you like it.” Wraog smiled with pride. “After all, you deserve the best.”

You hummed in acknowledgment as you continued to eat.

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After breakfast was finished, you put the plates into a corner where you would wash them later. You grabbed a sun hat and bag full of water so you wouldn’t dehydrate on your small journey. “Do you have the strength to carry the basket all the way home?” You asked the orc who was standing outside your cave now.

“Yes, I’m fully rested now and you’ve taken care of you quite well, and fortunately I heal fast thanks to your herbs.”

You pursed your lips. “Okay give me a couple of more minutes.” You remembered how he said it took him three days to get where he was before he was ambushed and packed him a different bag for his own supplies so he can be okay for the trip. You hated seeming soft so you exited your cave and gently threw the bag at his feet. “Your supplies so you don’t die on the way back, your people depend on you.”

“You’re too kind to me.” Wraog couldn’t help but give you smooth forehead a smooch. “I’m glad I stumbled up on even if it was caused by those damn mages.”

Your face blossomed with color and you looked down so he couldn’t see your slitted eyes. “Whatever, let’s go.”

You led the way the whole time, you rarely leave the forest. Only leaving when you need specific supplies, but you usually take short cuts and use your speed to your advantage. Orcs aren’t as fast as nagas so you slowed down your pace for Wraog.

“You know, when I’m not running from mages. The scenery is very beautiful.” Wraog commented, once again hating the silence.

“I suppose it is, I never really took the time to stop and smell the flowers. I usually go wherever I’m headed without slowing down.”

“Fast paced life huh?”

“I guess I’m just use to do everything by myself and just keeping myself busy since I live alone that my set routine stops me from doing new things.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

“Nagas are usually lonely creatures. Too territorial unless they have a mate or kids. So I guess you can say I’m use to it.”

“Well does it get boring?”

“I sleep away my boredom.” You paused. “I also read books and imagine myself as the character. It’s really nice.”

“Well, if you’d like, I can always stop by and hang out with you. I have a good sense of direction.”

“It took you three days to even get here, why would you do that just to see me?” You turned your head to look at him as you kept on slithering your way through.

Wraog shyly looked up at the sky, “You’ve really peaked my interest, and I think you’re really cute and interesting and kind. I wouldn’t mind traveling to see you.”

You turned your head back as your face flushed, “Well, I suppose I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I would like that. You’re kind too and cute as well.” You muttered the cute part although he heard you pretty clear.

As you guys chartered more, soon enough the clearing. The clearing showed the path of where Wraog was walking.

“Well, I guess this is where we say goodbye.”

“Not goodbye (Y/N), see you later.”

“Oh right! See you later.”

“I’ll see you soon.” Wraog bent down a little bit to peck your cheek. “Thank you once again for everything, maybe one day we could be more.”

Your eyes turned into slits once again and your ears burned. You closed your eyes and hugged him, taking in his scent so you could remember it until he came back. “Thank you for giving me a chance. See you soon.” You let go although it took him a little longer to let go of you.

Wraog waved as he started walking, and you watched him till he was nothing but a speck.

[adashelbysgirlfriend]

You're Adas Roommate and She Falls in Love with You Part 2 (Modern Au)

part one is here!

this woman makes me want to wet myself I'm no even kidding 

you guys have never argued like this before

or really ever

just like that Ada is back to eating alone

she's not coming back to the smell of baking 

its hard to explain to how much it hurts to hear you around the flat and know you're that but that you're both trying your hardest to avoid each other;

 you don't know what you've done wrong and you're upset that Ada doesn't seem to want to be mates with you anymore 

Ada just feels so guilty about the whole situation that she can't even bring herself to speak to you 

its a week and a but before Ada realises she has to do something 

she buys your favourite flowers and plans on getting home and cooking you a big meal as an apology, hoping that somewhere in this baking fiasco she will be able to think of some way of explaining why she said what she said

but when she gets back the flat its just a bit too quiet

she waits around for you to get back in and when it starts getting dark she starts to worry

when she goes to the bathroom she notices your toothbrush is gone

its just little things, but all the bits you'd have in the flat that you used every day 

it kinda dawns on her that you've gone and she just chucks all the food out and goes to cry on Polly shoulder

who wouldn't 

i bet she gives great hugs

“what should i do Pol? do i call her?”

Polly sits and listens to all her scenarios of how to win you back, knowing that she will tell Ada just to give you your space  

and obviously thats not the solution she wants to hear but for once in Polly’s  life a Shelby is actually gonna take her advice and not just do the complete opposite

with every passing day Ada gets less and less hopeful you'll come back

she was waiting on the text to tell her to just pack the rest of your stuff and leave it in the street for you 

and tbh as much as it would hurt she’d do it for you if thats what you wanted because she would do anything for you 

on day four though you were back 

she's having breakfast and you just kinda pop through the door like 

“hi, how y'all doin”

she's got no clue what to say to you at all

she hadn't rehearsed this scenario in her head 

you shuffle over and give her a hug and she's like 

wtf is happening 

but then obviously she hugs back 

“I'm sorry for whatever i did Ada i really am”

“you didn't do anything wrong it was all me”

girly happy tears hug 

Ada is so happy to see you again 

like she literally can't breath she's so happy 

its been only like 5 days but still

and she never wants this hug to end

EVER!

she's just soaking in the feeling of your warm arms around her and the smell of your hair

the feeling of your face pressed into the side of her neck 

having a movie night together to make up for all the time you guys missed eachother

5 days in lesbian time is like 2 years 

you watch all the twilights. all of them. 

bringing you quilts into the living room and cuddling on the sofa together

ada still feels a bit guilty about just how much her heart races when you guys cuddle but she's too happy you're back to think about that

playing with Adas hair like friends do until she falls asleep 

its the best nights sleep Ada has had since you left 

you start to notice Ada is acting a bit different? not bad just different 

a lil weird 

pulling polly aside and asking her if she had noticed anything

Polly putting on the best acting experience of her life and pretending she hadn't because the woman knows how to keep a secret 

everything goes back to how it was before for a while but Ada doesn't really know how much longer she can keep this facade up for 

she doesn't have to worry for long though 

all the ladies are out for Esmes hen do

this hen do is just a massive piss up to be honest, the whole family love going a little too far 

you all end up on the dance floor and Ada bumps into Freddie

who she hasn't seen in years 

you're at the table and can see them dancing together so you ask the girls who he is 

lizzie filling you in on their history together 

distant history but still history 

seeing how close he is to Ada makes you feel sick

is that his HaND On hEr AsS

meanwhile Ada is just enjoying a dance with an old mate, when all of a sudden you come out of nowhere with a grumpy face and grab her hand, pulling her out the club

polly watching this unfold like 

everyone else is confused, especially Linda

woman doesn't believe god made lesbians 

Lizzie, who has been theorising this outcome for months with her husband, is texting Tommy as we speak 

“what was that all abo-”

Ada is pushed against the back door and KISSED 

all that anger and jealousy makes for a horny reader (and writer I'm just saying)

Ada has literally no clue whats going on she just knows she's being kissed by her BABYGIRL OH HONEY 

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌

ada kissing back 

its passionate my dudes

lots of tongue and hands in hair

its all getting a bit too steamy when Ada pulls back, suddenly realising that this isn't some fantasy but actual reality 

“I've wanted to do that for so long”

“you've wanted to do that for so long? Ive wanted to do that for so long!”

going back to your flat

not to have sex of course although

but to talk 

falling asleep in each others arms again, but this time Ada doesn't have to feel guilty about being the only one who feels more from this than just friendship 

to be honest i could keep writing this forever, I'm planning on a smutty part 3 so if thats something you want let me know 

[parisfms]

hey legends . im kelly and this is my absolute trash bag of a baby paris . im going to give you a heads up now she is the worst , like just horrible but like she can be fun sooo , wooo .  honestly i’ll probably add more to this at another time because i have so much to say about her? but i also wanna get to plotting with all you beauties! so if you would like to plot you can give this post a like or you can shoot me a message over on discord ( 𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵#6229 ) if you prefer chatting over there <3

the   tahan   family name is one that carries alot of weight . coming from incredibly old money , dating back over five generations . their wealth is rooted in the oil and gas business . although her father ( daveed tahan ) decided to take a different route to his family and in 1990 he and his friend co-founded interscope records ( yes i am mirroring her father’s career after jimmy iovine , don’t sue me ) where he has been a executive producer since the labels founding . he was a perpetual player who truly soaked up the attention he received within the limelight from women . ivy krige was no different , ivy was an up and coming model born to a wealthy family ( the   krige’s   had been paid off in the early 1800s by the british royal family to hold the secret that one of the krige sons was actually the heir apparent to the throne , they took the money and curated a luxury fashion line that still holds up today with the chanels & diors or the world ) in the netherlands . when she met daveed she was infatuated . they dated for about a month before he moved on to another . he assumed that would be it of him and ivy but weeks after the break up she came to him with news that she was pregnant . although the two no longer saw eye to eye , they agreed that the best thing for their future child was to have both of them in their life . 

although paris was born in   amsterdam   , the second her mother received the okay for the newborn to fly they went home to   manhattan   where paris would be raised . not even a full year after paris’ birth , ivy was offered a reality tv show on e! ( how very keeping up with the kardashians of her ) that would follow herself and her two siblings , all of which lived in the city . 

paris’ entire childhood was put on display and god she hated every second of it . she attended regular schools all her life so kids weren’t the nicest and teased her alot . because of the lack of friends she had growing up paris got into alot , she did equestrian , learned how to draw , play guitar , piano , and the drums , as well as how to speak arabic , dutch , spanish , and french . 

she also spent alot of time with her parents , she and her dad got along like two peas in a pod but he was either in los angeles or jet setting across the world so it wasn’t all the time that she got to see him . meanwhile she and her mom had all the time in the world to spend together and in all honesty paris just really isn’t a big fan of her mom . she even calls her ivy instead of mom , it’s likely resentment for the reality tv show as well as her mom always trying to be her friend instead of her parent .

as she got older things started to get easier with kids her age and paris really started to find herself in the whole nyc scene . she was never the nicest girl around . if anything paris and the word nice were never within the same sentence as one another . during high school she gave   regina george   and   blair waldorf   a run for their money . she was and still is the queen of icing people out , ruining their social standings , and manipulating people into thinking she has their best interest in mind .

the biggest note i can give you on paris is that she is not innately a good person , she does not have your best interest at heart no matter how much she manipulates you into thing she is/does .

by the end of highschool she was president of the model un , captain of the mock trial , and valedictorian of her class . paris has never just been a pretty face , she is incredibly smart and takes a certain enjoyment from learning new things . she inevitably decided to attend   georgetown university   in the nations capital . her boyfriend at the time wasn’t very happy about it but she was able to hop on a quick 3 hour flight back to the city every other weekend to see him . that was until they broke up . by then paris had picked up modeling and so she was in the city really whenever she wasn’t in class . 

her modeling career really started to take off but some how she was able to focus on both her blossoming career as well as her education . after just three years at georgetown , paris received her   bachelors in philosophy with a minor in film and media studies   . she was supposed to go straight to law school afterwards but decided to fall head first into the modelling world . she walked for some of the biggest designers , multiple times , starred in some musicians music videos , in just one year she’d surpassed all the modelling goals she had left . in a bit fo a limbo , unsure where she’d take her talents ,   karl lagerfeld   whom she’d grown close to over the years , invited her to come live out in france and he’d take her under his wing .  so she moved out to france . loving every waking moment of becoming his protegee , she wasn’t necessarily sure what he’d seen in her that he hadn’t in renowned designers but she surely was never going to question him . after his unfortunate passing , it came out that he’d wanted paris to take over as creative director of chanel but after one month she stepped down from the position claiming   “i took on this position while they sought out a true replacement for karl, i know he wanted me here but having to carve out my own lane in his shadow is all too impossible, if you ask me”   months later , it was announced that paris would be the   creative director of givenchy   , beating out oliver rousteing for youngest appointed creative director . 

she’s very recently back in new york city ( like it’s so new that she’s living at the plaza hotel while she’s still looking for a permanent place to live ) she loved living in france but honestly it was starting to get to her a bit with karl’s one year coming up .

𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

a total daddy’s girl , yes she is the type to say   “my father will be hearing about this“ 

the type to talk you into making a fool of yourself with her and then the next day you find a recording of yourself circulating and she’s nowhere to be seen in it

a total schemer , like blair waldorf level

loves her psychedelics and weed but not big on really any other drugs 

she has a small collection of cars a black range rover , silver bmw i8 , and a silver volvo xc90 and although she has a driver she does actually driver herself most of the time 

her moms reality show is still going and honestly gets really good ratings still ? it’s called    life with the krige’s : fashion royalty   ( normally abbreviated to lwtk )  and paris is on the show by default any time she’s around her mom , her aunt , or uncle . 

very bisexual and notoriously bad at relationships 

she certainly doesn’t have a pristine reputation , how could you when you grew up on reality tv though ? she wouldn’t change her reputation for anything though . the media surprisingly kinda loves her despite calling her an   ice queen   at times . the media sees her as  “authentic”   even though paris couldn’t find an authentic bone out of a haystack .

she can come off very funny but it’s because she has absolutely no filter and just really doesn’t care about hurting your feelings . the best way to sum up her personality is  “im actually not funny , im just really mean and people think im joking” .  

she has two pomeranians ( hi jeffree star , she’s coming for your brand ) named archie and joey . 

despite now being a creative director , img still has her signed on as a model , so maybe you’ll catch her pulling some wild shit like walking in her own shows in the future who knows

has a serious resting bitch face issue and honestly , it’s fitting

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

so just a week before she was set to move out to france , paris attended a house party . her best friend was there and was being a total drag all night . paris was honestly sick of whatever funk the girl was in and so when the girl wasn’t looking paris slipped molly into her drink . not seeing any repercussions or even caring about them until the next morning when her friends body was found in the hudson river . someone who’d tried to get the girl down from the bridge claimed she’s shown serious signs of depersonalization as well as  disorganized thoughts ( both side effects of molly ) . paris decided to never fess up about her part in her friend being under the influence that night , letting it go down in history that the late model had a drug problem . of course , paris felt bad , no matter how horrible she can be her goal is never to assist in someones death let alone someone she genuinely cared for but she wasn’t going to let both of their lives come to an end that night by turning herself in .

[raphpanda21]

A light in the darkest night

Last time

Just as he is getting back to work an IM from Peresephone appeared on his screen

Persph-01: Thanatos? Did you get a text from me last night ?

Thanatos’s heart dropped in his stomach and only one thought comes to mind. Fuck!

The IM blinked as it waited for his attention the pulse of if matching his racing heart rate. Moving his mouse to click on it his fingers hover over the keyboard .Letting out a frustrated growl he pulled down his man bun running his fingers through his hair in frustration. No he couldn’t do this via corporate instant message. That wasn’t what friends did.

Logging of his computer he moved quickly not wasting time to wait on the elevator he instead took the closest stairs. With his long strides he easily covered the floor difference between his and hers. Arriving on the correct floor he was momentarily at a loss on where to look for her among the maze of cubicles. Having no real idea and not about to go ask Minthe he hesitated momentarily trying to let his instincts guide him.

He chose left because most likely Minthe had been the one choosing her desk location and the further from Hades the better. Coming towards the end of a row of empty cubicles he heard the soft sound of someone sniffling. The sound caused a mixture of sympathy and rage to build inside of him. Princess didn’t deserve to be this tore up over that piece of trash. If it was the last thing he did he would see that the asshole payed. Coming around the corner of the cubicle he is able to look in on Persephone without her noticing. Her hair had grown shockingly long and was pooled around her like a protective pink. On the desk her cell screen backlight is dimly lit up and he can see that the text screen is up just a hint of one of the pictures visible on it. The IM window is still ope. on her computer screen no response from him to answer her.

Thanatos: Persephone?

Persephone felt like her life was spiraling down a drain of shame and failure. Having come across the text she was horrified. Who? Why? It had to have been Apollo but why ? Had he shown those picture to others? What would Thanatos think about her? She was so ashamed. She knew Apollo had pictures but seeing them for herself just reminded her of all her failures and mistakes since leaving her mother’s side. She was a fake a farce. She hated herself. She choked back the loud sobs that threatened to slip free. Sure there wasn’t anyone near her desk for several rows but she didn’t want to be seen like this. She just needed to get herself together enough that she could slip out unnoticed and go home and cry herself sick. Mind made up on this plan of attack it all went out the window in hearing Thanatos call her name. He was here? He didn’t hate her. Didn’t think she was disgusting? No stop Persephone you can’t assume you know his feelings towards you. She looked up at him her face tear stained with even more tears threatening to fall from her swollen eyes.

Persephone: Thanatos? You came?

As she speaks her voice cracks.

Seeing her like this made his heart ache but hearing the surprise and almost wonder in her voice nearly did him in. His killer queen was lost and left was a broken princess that would require much more work than a simple spa day to fix.

Thanatos: Of course it’s me. I figured you might be a wreck and I was right it seems.

Carefully trying to navigate her hair to avoid stepping on as much of it as possible he came closer kneeling down to be on her eye level. Reaching up slowly he used his thumbs to to brush away the tears that threatened to fall.

Thanatos: I’ll be super honest I am really awful in situations like this. Like the worst, but I am good at one thing.

He opened his arms wide and inviting to her

Thanatos: I give pretty decent hugs and seems like you could use one.

Persephone’s bottom lip quivered momentarily before she let herself fall into his offered hug her sobs starting anew but being muffled against his shoulder.

It didn’t take long for his shirt to become soaked thru from her tears but he paid it no mind instead just rubbing her back and shushing her softly as she cried it all out. Finally her tears began to slow and she looked up wiping at her eyes with one hand still sniffling.

Thanatos: Feel any better?

Persephone sniffed shaking her head no still leaning against him for comfort

Persephone: I feel so ashamed, I can’t believe he did that.

Thanatos brushed her hair back behind her ears to try and prevent it from sticking to her tear damped face.

Thanatos: Listen to me, you have nothing to be ashamed about he is the one in the wrong here.

Persephone: But you don’t understand I do! It never should have happened I was supposed to stay pure that’s what I have been trained to be my whole life.

Seeing her about to break down again he shushes her lightly hugging her close once more

Thanatos: Don’t get yourself worked up. We can’t change what happened but I think if you talked it out it might help you sort through it all. Keeping something like this inside of you will just eat you up.

Standing up he pulls her with him.

Thanatos: How about we get out of here l. Today’s a wash for us and I know if I was you I wouldn’t want to be here.

He lets her go stepping back to let her make her own choice in the matter. She had obviously had to many people make choices for her in her life and she deserved to be allowed to make her own.

Persephone bit her lip looking at her desk and then back to Thanatos. She knew his suggestion was the right move plus she probably looked like a wreck at this point. Sighing she turned and logged off her computer.

Persephone: Your right, I am seriously going to get fired at this rate though.

Thanatos scoffs

Thanatos: Hades is easy. Just say you had lady issues and he will cave. He won’t even ask he will probably become so uncomfortable.

Persephone can’t help but smile a little at the image that pops in her head as she moved to grab her coat. Putting it on though proves to be quite difficult with her overlong hair.

Persephone: Can you help me out and use the scissors in my desk drawer to cut this mess off?

Thanatos does as asked cutting her hair off leaving it to hang just at her shoulder blades. He figured better to leave too much than cut too much.

Thanatos: Done , but not sure what we do with all the leftovers Princess. Can’t say I know any princes that need a hair braid to climb an ivory tower. Does this happen often?

Persephone sighs bending down to grab an armful of the discarded hair

Persephone : More than I care to fess up to. My powers go a bit haywire when I am upset.

Thanatos followed her lead also bent to gather up the hair

Thanatos: Well that’s different but guess it is better than growing another head like Hdyra right?

Persephone either doesn’t hear him or chooses not to comment as she carried the hair to the nearest trash can dropping it in. Thanatos follows her example with his own armful doing his best to brush a few stubborn hairs from his person.

Thanatos: That will have to do. Now then, for our grand escape let’s head downstairs to my desk so I can gather my things and we will be on our way.

Persephone nods following his lead back to the stairwell and down to his floor. Moving to his desk he snagged his coat and phone before leading them straight to the elevator. When the door opens they enter riding in silence to the first floor and exiting quickly. Unknown to them Minthe who had just come in from a smoke break saw them leaving together her eyes narrowing with suspicion as she checked her watch.

Minthe: To early for lunch... maybe a coffee break? Hmmm....

Minthe snuck behind them staying far enough back to not be seen and as they exited the building she securied a spot behind a decorative lobby plant to spy unseen.

Meanwhile Thanatos has hailed them a cab.

Thanatos: My place is close we can go there or your place. Whatever makes you comfortable .

Persephone: Let’s go to yours . Artemis doesn’t like men in the house.

Thanatos frowned hearing this last statement. It seemed Artemis was a walking contradiction or Persephone was hiding things from her roommate. Holding the door open to let Persephone in he followed after her giving the cabbie the address as he settled in.

As they are entering the cab Minthe secretly took a few photos the last being of the cab departing. Smiling like the cat that got the cream she headed back to her desk looking forward to the opportunity to use the pictures against the two biggest thorns in her side.

[estboss4life]

Bianca Belair rise to the title and her eventual feud with Io fantasy booking

Bianca Belair has been a rising shining star in NXT for the past year. Her athleticism, her confidence, charisma, and her character. A black female who knows her worth and refuse to apologize that she didn’t come for the independent scene. She’s the roughest, toughest, baddest, strongest... You get it. She’s the EST of NXT.Speaking of indies, she has been running through these “indie girls” that NXT put in front of her. Deonna, Candice Larae, Dakota Kai, and Mia Yim. The best women on the indies that Bianca beat. Therefore, this proves Bianca is the best (in kayfabe). She has yet to receive a title shot despite being undefeated (9-0) or be on a Takeover.

NXT Takeover is tonight. Shayna Bazler NXT Women’s Champion vs the Pirate Princess Kairi Sane in 2 out of 3 falls. Shayna won back the NXT title at Evolution after Marina and Jessamyn interfered and Kairi passed out to the rear naked choke. Shayna would come out with her posse while Kairi will come out her own. Shayna would score the first fall when she catches Kairi doing the elbows drop into the rear neck choke for tap out (after the 4HW interferes). Kairi would score the second fall when either Marina or Jessamyn would try to distract Kairi. Shayna would try to hit Kairi from behind while Kairi is arguing with the 4HW. However, Kairi would move out the way and Shayna would blast her fellow 4HW on accident. Shayna would be shock and Kairi would capitalize with a roll up. 1-1. Kairi would hit Shayna with everything she got and even hook in the anchor. The 4HW would try to interfere again once again and try to get in the ring. But then you see two females attack them. Dakota Kai and Io Shirai. Io and Kairi know each other for their Stardom days and Dakota has previous beef with Shayna. As they attack Marina and Jessamyn, Kairi let go of the Anchor and climbed out the top rope. She prepares her elbow and sinks down. She hits Shayna and goes for the pin. 1-2-3. Kairi Sane is the new NXT women’s champion. Kairi has defeated Shayna and regained her treasure. Her, Io, And Dakota are celebrating as Shayna, Marina and Jessamyn climbed up the ramp. As this all goes down, Bianca, watching the match backstage, stand with her arms folded. She didn’t care who wins tonight because she’s getting the next shot.

The upcoming NXT episode, Regal announce that Shayna wants her title shot tonight and we will ban anyone from ringside. This will be the main event. Bianca goes to NXT William Regal and says:” Mr. Regal, I’m getting sick and tired seeing the same girls getting title shots. I have been UN DE FEAT TED. I have beaten these indie girls you put in front of me. What more do I have to do? Do I have to keep beating more indie girls and this whole division? I’m the best! Not Shayna “my best friend is Ronda” Bazler. Not “wannabe pirate princess” Kairi Sane. ME. ME. The EST of NXT. GIVE ME A TITLE SHOT.”

Regal would respond with:” Okay. Bianca. You will get your title shot soon. But seeing you frustrated right now, maybe you can take that frustration and put it in the ring against your opponent...(hand gesture for her opponent to come out).. Lacey Lane. Bianca, this is Lacey Lane. She was in the Mae Youn-“

“I don’t give a whatever who she is or what she was in. She’s another indie girl right? You making my job here so much easier. You’ll end up with your indie friends are and I WILL GET WHAT I DESERVE”- Bianca then blow a kiss to her. Regal and Lacey shakes their heads in disappointment.

Next, Lacey Lane vs Bianca Belair. Bianca tries to put Lacey away early but Lacey is fast. Lacey tries go for the bicycle knee strike but Bianca counters into a forearm. Bianca would then hit the standing moonsault. Bianca would hit a sitdown spinebuster but Lacey would barely kick out. Bianca would sell them amazingly with her facial expressions. Bianca would then grab Lacey’s face, get right up in it, and tell Lacey: “YOU GONNA LEARN TO RESPECT ME! STAY DOWN! YOU GONNA WISH YOU STAYED ON THE INDIES!” Lacey would then would try to take Bianca down with many kicks including a Capoeira Kick. She would go for the pin but Bianca would kick out. Lacey grabs Bianca to try to go for the crucifix bomb. Bianca gets away and as Lacey approaches her she hits Lacey with the hair whip. She repeated hit Lacey as Lacey wince in pain. She goes to the corner, she shouts “GIMME MY TITLE SHOT”. She spears Lacey and goes for the pin. 1, 2,3. Bianca Belair wins. 10-0. Lacey is now another indie girl that Bianca Belair. But that wasn’t enough, she wants to send a statement to the roster, NXT officials and everyone around the world. She grabs Lacey and starts with a military press towards the top rope into the argentine facebuster (KOD). She would then send Lacey into the turnbuckle. As Lacey lays down, Bianca gets on the top rope and hit the 450. As refs and medical staff tend to Lacey, Bianca shouts “ None of them are on my level. I’m the best. How many more of these indie bitches do I have to beat.”

As Bianca heads to the back, she bumps into someone. “Move out my way!” As she leaves, the person was Io Shirai.

Mia Yim vs Deonna. This would be a fun match to establish both of them. Friendly competition. Technical on Deonna side and Mia’s fastpace style. Deonna won when Mia tried to go for Soul Food when Deonna counters to her Figuawa armbar.

The main event, Kairi Sane (c) vs Shayna Bazler. No groups. No disqualification. No countout. Shayna was more vicious in this match and wanted Kairi to suffer so bad that Kairi wouldn’t want to continue the match. However, after a grueling match, Kairi Sane retains via the Anchor. Kairi beat Shayna to retain her NXT Women’s Championship. Kairi clutches her arm (that Shayna worked over throughout the match). As Kairi thanked the fans and head up the ramp, Bianca decks her behind the head. She stomps on the arm then starts whipping her. Kairi yells in pain. She drags Kairi to the on floor in front of the commentary team. Bianca then, yells at the men to:” MOVE! SEND THIS STATEMENT TO MISTER REGAL” and goes on the commentary table. After she knocks off everything on the table like cameras, she gets into position and hits the 450 on the NXT women’s champion Kairi Sane. She gets up and smile that Kairi is in pain. The show closes with Bianca blowing a kiss to Kairi while raising the title.

Next week, NXT commentary recaps what happened last week. They said what Bainca did should have serious consequences. She caused a lot of hell for the NXT women’s division. Lacey Lane suffered a shoulder injury and concussion meanwhile Kairi Sane luckily suffered bruised ribs. As Bianca as training at the Performance Center, William Regal approaches her.:”What the hell was last week? You injured two of the brightest stars...”. “BRIGHTEST?I 👏🏾THE👏🏾BRIGHTEST👏🏾. What I did last week was sending a message to EVERYONE who thinks I shouldn’t be here or champion because I didn’t come from Stardom or the indies! Keep playing with me, Regal. I will destroy this women’s division. You won’t have to give me a title shot. I will take it. I have to work twice as hard to get half of these bitches get. You did this, Regal. You did this.”

Regal just looked at her and said two words.” You’re suspended”. Bianca looked pissed off and said “You’re only making it worse. Keep playing, Regal.”

During Bianca’s thirty day suspension, William Regal wanted one of the best women’s matches in NXT with the signing of Io Shirai. Kairi Sane has healed up and ready to defend her treasure. She still wants revenge on Bianca and even told Regal to unsuspend her. Regal said he made the right decision and another decision he has made is at NXT Takeover Phoenix, Kairi Sane vs Io Sharai for the NXT women’s championship. Two Japanese prospects who can put on a competitive match for women’s wrestling. Io with her moonsault and Kairi with her flying elbow. Kairi and Io shake hands and gets ready for Takeover. Also during this time, Mia Yim vs Deonna side-feud would be established. It’ll be a respect but prove who’s the best of the two. They trade singles wins back and forth. They both hope to get a title opportunity for the NXT women’s championship. Takeover comes around and the women’s match starts the show, Kairi and Io shake hands as a sign of respect. Both are at a stalemate because they have so much history and studied each other. We get to the finish of this match. “Women’s Wrestling” chants and so much praise. As Io is about to go for the moonsault, you see the return of the hairwhipping loudmouth black bitch in Bianca Belair (in street clothes). She is pissed and sick of tired. She climbs on the apron and forearm Io towards the ground. The ref rings the bell and deems it as disqualification. Bianca gets into the ring and starts beating down Kairi. She grabs a chair and hitting Kairi’s bruised ribs again. “IM. TAKING. THAT. TITLE.”, each word syncing with each blow to the back of Kairi. Kairi tries to fight back but Bianca then stomps on Kairi. Io gets in the ring and takes down Bianca. Punches, kicks, and props Bianca up for the moonsault but as Io goes down, Bianca gets up and hits Io with her hairwhip. She hits her and Kairi with her hairwhip wanting to damage them both. She lays Kairi and Io on top of each other and goes on the top rope. She hits a 450 on both of them. She soaks in all the boos as she poses with the NXT women’s title. She ruined one of the best women’s matches in WWE history. This wasn’t the indie darlings moment. This wasn’t women’s wrestling moment. This was her moment. She deserves it. She earned it. “ I AM THE BEST. SUSPEND ME AGAIN. I WILL HURT ALL OF THEM UNTIL YOU GIVE ME THE TITLE.”, she says. She took one last forearm to Io and KODed Kairi. She then walks to the outside of the arena and takes off.

Following NXT, Bianca arrives at the Performance Center early (wearing her own custom merch she created). During her time off, she’s been training faster and harder than ever. She’s been practicing everything to perfect herself. She wants to outwork everyone in the NXT- make or female. She leaves just in time for everyone to come in. She heads to Full Sail to her locker room where everyone stares at her. “Anyone has anything to say? Y’all can whisper but y’all don’t have the balls to step to me. Now move out my way.”, Bianca says. She heads to Regals office.

“ Bianca..”

“What you gonna do? Suspend me? Fire me? You wont take a shot with me. I’m the rising star everyone wants to see. Black girls look up to me. I can represent the NXT women’s division. I don’t even have my own fucking merch yet. I had to create my own and sell it on my website. I sent a statement to everyone and anyone. I am Bianca Belair. So... what?”

“Bianca, I was pissed off that you ruined a great women’s match. However, I understand your frustrated that you haven’t had your time to shine. So I’ll give you a match tonight. If you can beat your opponent, you will get a title shot at Takeover Mania.”, Regal said.

“Okay. Who’s my opponent? Another indie girl?”

“Get to the ring and you’re find out.”

“When I beat her I will get what I deserve. WHEN I BEAT THESE INDIE CHICKS I WILL GET WHAT I DESERVE. THESE CHICKS WILL LEARN TODAY.”

Bianca is in the ring with new gear. She rolls her eyes as fans chant “Indie is BETTER”. She hears Nikki Cross music. You can see Bainca mouth out “I thought I was done with this chick.” Nikki gets in the ring and immediately attacks Bianca. The bell rings and Bianca backs off Nikki. She gets out the ring and Nikki starts chasing her. She runs into she gets back in the ring. As soon as Nikki gets back in, Bianca forearms her. She goes for the pin and Nikki kicks out at two. She does her standing moonsault and then does her kissing ass type. She puts Nikki in a headlock. She does this for two minutes until the crowd wakes Nikki up for the comeback spot. Nikki takes Bianca down and then does something that someone shouldn’t do. She touches Bianca’s hair and tries to pull it. Bianca gets enrage, hits Nikki Cross again and then ties Nikki’s hand into the bottom of her hair. She then slowly sends Nikki into the corner, pull her with her hair and forearms her again. “DONT YOU DARE TOUCH MY HAIR”. She sends her to the corner again and gets in Nikki’s face. “DONT YOU DARE. IM THE BEST. IM THE EST. “ Nikki slaps her, gets her hand out the hair, then goes crazy. Bianca tries to avoid Nikki’s craziness but it was too much to handle. Nikki eventually has Bianca in her DDT finisher. She hits it and she goes for the pin. 1-2- and Bianca kicks out. Bianca rolls out the ring and Nikki goes to get her back in. Bianca blinds Nikki and sends her into the steps. She throws her back in the ring and hits the KOD. She decides that’s not enough and hits the KOD again. She hits the KOD again. 1-2-3. Bianca has earned a title shot. She’s 11-0. She’s celebrating as refs and medical staff checks on Nikki Cross. Nikki Cross nose is bleeding and she possibly has a concussion. Bianca smirks, moves them out the way, and starts railing on Nikki. This doesn’t last long because Io and Kairi head down the ring. Bianca hightails it and heads up the ramp. Io and Kairi challenge her to get in the ring. Bianca taunts and say “You’re both mine”. William Regal comes out and says” Bianca Belair, you been costing major problems in the NXT women’s division. But, you’re also been impressive and destroying your competition. I’ve been watching you shine tonight and you finally earned a title shot. You will have to prepare for the biggest challenge for your life because you will be facing TWO OPPONENTS that want their revenge. Io Shiria and the NXT women’s champion Kairi Sane. This match will take place at NXT Takeover New York. Ladies, good luck” Bianca smirks and stares at Io and Kairi.

The following NXT, William approaches Bianca while she’s done answering fans Q&A. He informs her:” Bianca you now have your Takeover match and title shot. I hope all the problems you cost was worth it because if you lose.... Anyways, you’re right about selling merch. I just saw your Q&A and many of your fans want Bianca Belair merch. They want that shirt you wore last week. They even wanted the necklaces and EST stickers. I want to you send the shirts to WWE shop and we will work on the necklaces and stickers. I want to start this as soon as possible. Also, you will have a tag team match with a partner of your choosing versus your opponents-Io and Kairi. It’ll be a test to see how can you handle them before your takeover match. Now seeing as you need a partner but you caused so many females to be concussed, injured, or they can’t stand your attitude, this would be a tough task for you. Good luck.”

Main event: Io and Kairi are seen in the ring making funny faces and chatting. They’re waiting for Bianca and her “partner”. Bianca music hits and she comes out with a mic. “Oh it’s the Japanese girls that theses no- life marks love. (mockingly yawn). The wannabe pirate princess and the moonsault chick. Io, you’re too busy pleasing theses fans with moonsaults that you can’t win. You was on the biggest stage of you career at Evolution and you didn’t win the MYC. I studied you while I was in the crowd and watched you fail. You’re all hype. A flash in the pan. Meanwhile I been dominating and destroying every female NXT in front of me. So you can go back to Stardom, sweetie. And then we got NXT’s pirate princess- Kairi Sane. You have something I want. You’re in-sane if you think you’re gonna keep that “treasure” forever. You might have beaten me before but I’m more dangerous. I will beat you too at Takeover New York. But tonight, I needed to find a partner and while I have been a bitch to everyone (smirks because she doesn’t regret it), I found someone that can’t stand you too as much as me.” Out comes NXT bougee chick, Aliyah. She has been under appreciated and undervalue and she’s sick of tired of girls like Shayna, Io and Kairi get spotlight over her. The bell ring and Bianca and Aliyah isolates Kairi from Io early on. They take turns tagging each other out after one move to Kairi keeping her in the corner. They attack Kairi’s ribs as much as possible. Bianca has the headlock on Kairi while smirking at Io. She gets aggressive with it and wants to hear Kairi scream. Aliyah runs to Io on the apron and knock her down. Bianca picks up Kairi and hit the forearm. 1-2, Kairi kicks out. Bianca picks up her up but Kairi hits Bianca hard with a brutal strike. They both collapsed and head to their corners. They both get the hot tags and Io goes crazy on Aliyah. Io’s fastpace is too much for Aliyah and she wants out the match. Io toys with Aliyah and tells her to go to her corner. Aliyah goes to tag Bianca. Bianca looked at this and was disgusted:” She can’t do one thing. I might as well did this myself. However this is a tag team match and I won’t eat the pin. Therefore my undefeated streak will still be alive.,” she thought. As Aliyah reaches her hand out, Bianca jumps down off the apron. “ I don’t need this. I have a Takeover match. I have a title match to prepare for. You got this, Aliyah. I “believe” in you.”, Bianca says. As she heads up the ramp, Kairi gets on the steel steps, forearms Bianca in the face, and they brawl up the ramp. They head to the back meanwhile Io hits the moonsault on Aliyah. 1-2-3 Io and Kairi win the match. Io looks for Kairi and she knows something is wrong. Meanwhile Kairi and Bianca are battling towards the NXT women’s lockerroom. Kairi slams Bianca head on the table and screams. Bianca slaps Kairi and grabs her hair. She hits Kairi with her hairwhip multiple times. She then put Kairi on the lockerroom door. She backs up and spears Kairi threw the door. All the girls in the lockerroom look shock and awe. Bianca has gotten so out of control that they wished they had Shayna back. This is Bianca before she wins the title. How will she be after she wins the title. Bianca gets up, looks at Kairi, then look at the other NXT girls. “I DID THAT! WHAT YALL GONNA DO? YALL WONT STEP TO ME! IM THE BEST!”,she says. Deonna rolls her eyes, Mia just glares as her, Lacey Lane, MJ Jenkins just walk out, and Dakota looks concerned for Kairi. Bianca smirks and watches as Kairi sits up hold her bruise ribs. She kicks Kairi down one last time and says “I’m gonna send you back to Stardom.” She then grabs her stuff and heads out. Io comes in shortly after, shocked to what happened at Kairi and says she’s gonna get her revenge on Bianca.

During the next few weeks till Takeover, Bianca is preparing her most intense training for the biggest match of her career. Her latest results deadlifts 450 lbs, finishes the 10-yard reverse ground start sprint in 2.25 seconds, the overhead medicine ball toss with 40 feet, 2 inches. She wants to outdo herself. Anytime she has low results, she push herself harder. It finally hit her while training that she’s competing on Mania weekend. She always dreamed on competing on Mania. While last year she had a OMG moment and showed the world what she had in, she was on the preshow. She knew she deserve better than the preshow. She’s more than that. Meanwhile, her custom merch (in above photos) she created has sold out instantly. She has to make more merch each day due to how marketable it is. She was making the company money. Also, her fanbase was growing rapidly. Of course you have those wrestling fans who don’t get what EST but ignorance is bliss. This week was also special due to tomorrow. Next week is Bianca’s birthday (April 9th). She can’t wait to celebrate but first Bianca has business to take care of. Bianca then heads to the arena where she is set for an interview with Cathy Kelly. She approaches Cathy, scoffs at her, then said “Did you see what I did last week? Or this past few weeks? Or what I been doing on WWE Shop? Have y’all been taking notice? I am taking over. This won’t be NXT. I will be EST as in I run this show. I am Bianca Belair and I am undefeated. Now ask me a stupid question. “

Cathy:” How do you feel that -“

Bianca:”I DONT CARE what you want to know. You will see this SAT-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence because Io and Kairi attacks her from behind. They brawled until Bianca shoves Io into Kairi. “I save y’all the beating this Saturday. I’m done.”

Takeover Mania has come around. Everything was worth Bianca getting here. It was the biggest match of her life and its time to shut her critics up. Time to finally prove she belongs here. Time to prove she’s not all hype and she is the best this company has seen. She has her family coming out to see her. She heads to the ring in new gold and white gear. Gold and white symbolizing her shining bright as a star.Its also a tribute to her husband for supporting so much throughout her career. She demanded Regal for a big entrance so she got pyro and Wrestle Flow to rap her theme song. After she gets in the ring, she enjoy the sound of the Takeover fans. Huge EST chants and some boos. Out comes Io and Bianca rolls her eyes at the sight of her. Io has something to prove to tonight. She has spectacular matches but she didn’t win the MYC. Out comes the dark horse and NXT women’s champion, Kairi Sane. She has her ribs taped but she plays to defend her title and beat that arrogant entitled girl for disrespecting everyone. The match starts and Bianca immediately gets out the ring. She does jumping jacks and pull ups. Io and Kairi stares at her telling her to get in the ring. “Y’all can fight. Yall go.”, Bianca says. She wants them to weaken each other so she can capitalize. Io shrugs and they tie up. As Io and Kairi wrestle, Bianca studies them both. She couldn’t find a weakness with Io while watching her Stardom tapes. She was fastpace, strikes hard, she wrestles any style due to her opponents. She is a superb striker, can perform incredible jaw dropping aerial manoeuvres, and is a swift & gifted technical wrestler. She has to outsmart Io in some form. She shakes out of her thought and see the crowd praising in aw over Io and Kairi. Io has Kairi ready for the 619. As Io comes to the ring, Bianca gets in and forearms her almost out the ring. Bianca soaks in the boos and powerslam Kairi down. She then does the squatting suplex, the running split-legged body slamm, and the standing moonsault to Kairi. What wowed the crowd even more was her hitting the standing shooting star press. Her husband -Montez- encouraged her to use it for tonight. She then puts Kairi in a ground swinging full Nelson and gets aggressive with it. Bianca smirks as she knows she got this in the bag. Kairi screams in pain but the crowd tries to rally behind the crowd. Kairi reverses and gets goes crazy. She hits the hard hitting strikes. She hits the axe kick and Tokyo slam. She sends Bianca in the corner and hits the Sliding D to her. Kairi tries to get Bianca up but Bianca slides out the ring. She tries to run away but Io is right behind her. “Look we can talk this out, guys., right”. Kairi was ready to strike. She punches but Bianca ducks. Kairi decks Io and Bianca smirks. She swings Kairi to the steps and puts her in the ring. She climbs on the top turnbuckle and hits the 450 splash. 1-2-3. Bianca Belair has become NXT women’s champion. “I FUCKING DID IT”, she says. She looks at the NXT women’s title. Everything lead to this. All the hard work, training, and strategy. Now that she has the NXT women’s title, she’s never relinquishing it. It’s hers. She snatched it out the refs hands and holds in it Kairi’s face. She enjoys the fans reaction and soaks it all in. She then blows a kiss to the crowd, smirks at her family, then heads to the back as she says” I never needed you at all.” 12-0

NXT opens up with all the NXT women surrounding the ring and HHH in the ring. He has the NXT women’s Championship on a podium. “There has been a rising star in the NXT for a little while now. We first saw her at the MYC as a breakout star. Her athletic background showed for the two matches she had and the crazy thing is is that she just started wrestling. She signed to WWE in 2016 as Bianca Blair. Track star. CrossFit. Scholar. And now you new NXT Women’s Champion. The fastest. The roughest. The baddest. All she asked for was one shot and her delivering was a understatement. After all she is UN DE FEAT TED. So let’s bring out the lady.” Hairwhip crackles and Bianca’s music plays. Bianca (with her hair down) and fancy clothes skips to the ring. Deonna rolls her eyes, Io stares at her, Mia plays on her phone, and even Dakota mocks Bianca. Kairi still there... motionless. They couldn’t stand her attitude and the fact she’s NXT Champion is even worse. Her ego gonna get bigger. Bianca climbs in the ring, hugs HHH, smiles so hard and says: “None of you believed in me but I did. None of you wanted me to succeed. Seeing a successful black woman win makes y’all scared and insecured. Especially one that knows her worth. I knew mine so I didn’t back down because y’all cheer for these “indie” girls. I fought harder. I trained harder. I told all of you “I’m better than y’all”. I beat every girl this company put in front of me so far. Me. Nikki Cross. Dakota Kai. Deonna. Lacey Lane. Candice Larea. Kairi Sane. and even Io Shirai. There’s more but I can’t remember all the mediocre names who aren’t ME. I beat all the “best women’s wrestlers y’all claim”. Therefore, that makes me the BEST. ME. IM THE BEST and I will be the best NXT women’s champion of all time.” She drops the mic and stares at the NXT women’s division. She goes to Kairi direction and says “GO BACK TO STARDOM. That’s the only way you can succeed.” Kairi tries to get in the ring but Deonna, Mia, and Dakota holds her back. Kairi is angrily screaming and the girls are taking her to the back. Bianca is laughing up a storm until someone gets in the ring right behind her. She turns around to a smiling Io. “You. Still. Didn’t. Beat.... ME”. Bianca just scoffs and walks out the ring.

Regal put in place Kairi a leave of absense to rest for her rematch so she’s ready. In the meantime, he scheduled two women matches. These matches consist of opponents Bianca beaten recently. Whoever wins these matches will face off next week to see who is Bianca’s contender. These the first match, it’ll be Deonna vs Mia Yim. The second match is Dakota Kai vs Lacey Lane vs Io Shirai (she still haven’t pinned Io). First match ends with Mia hitting Soul Food from the top rope. Mia is celebrating but Bianca comes out and just raises her title.

Next week, camera men and medical staff run to the scene. They rush to see Io clutching her leg. She says her leg is in serious pain. She said she was attacked by someone. Who was it? Was it Bianca? Was it one of her opponents: Dakota or Lacey Lane? William said he will investigate but to protect Io, he will have to take her out the match. He announced that Dakota Kai vs Lacey Lane will be the main event. As this is happening, you see Bianca in the background smirking.

Mia Yim vs Lacey Evans. Yim defeated Evans with Soul Food. She’s still going for that title and Bianca.

Main Event: Bianca comes out and sits on commentary. She’s raising up a storm, giving commentary so much attitude, and boasting herself. Dakota vs Lacey Lane. Dakota kicks and Lacey’s fastpace. Bianca doesn’t like the attention on her so she tries to cause a scene. Dakota and Lacey ignore it tho and the finish is: Lacey trying to hit the crucifix bomb, Dakota counters, runs into the ropes and hits the Kai-ropractor. 1-2-3. Dakota Kai has won. Dakota and Bianca has previous history. Bianca smirks. Then Mia comes out, looks at Bianca, blows a kiss to her, and heads to the ring. Her and Dakota have a staredown then they shake hands. Bianca gets in the ring and says “IM THE EST. WHO ARE YOU? I BEATEN BOTH OF YOU.” Bianca fucked up because next thing she knows she’s being attacked by both Dakota and Mia. Mia hits Soul Food then Dakota hits Kai-ropractor. They high fived as Bianca just stares angrily at them.

Next week (Late April time):

Deonna vs Mercedes Martinez. Hard hitting technical match. Mercedes Martinez wins and she’s gunning for the NXT title.

Bianca is furious. She was embarrass last week. She has to get revenge in some form. This is short because William Regal approaches her about where was she the time Io was attacked. She says she was with the Street Profits in the hallway. She saw the commotion and saw Io laying. William said he will investigate and she better hope “she’s not lying”.

Main event time: Mia vs Dakota Kai. So many kicks in this match. Dakota wins when with three kicks in the corner and a Kai-ropractor. Dakota has unleashed this new side of her. She has been tired of being treated like a child and bullied. She will kick another head off who tries her this time. She wins the match and Bianca just stands on the ramp. She claps slowly and whispers “Un de feat ted”. Bianca vs Dakota Kai is set and the match will happen two weeks.

Next week: William is still investigating. Bianca’s alibi checked out. She was cleared (for now). In the meantime, Bianca wanted a match. While she wasn’t in the ring after her Takeover match, she was training in the Performance Center. So Bianca wanted to do a open challenge for anyone. She wanted to give someone the spotlight of embarrassment. “WHO WANTS TO FACE ME? WHO WANTS TO GET THE BEATING IF THEIR LIFE? I NEED A WARMUP”. Out comes Mercedes Martinez. Bianca is a little shook but tries to shake it off. Athleticism and the toughest match of Bianca’s match. So many rear falls and Bianca can’t believe Mercedes is actually giving her a tough fight. Mercedes is dominating her more than Bianca. However the finish has Bianca rakes Mercedes in the eyes and rolls her up for the pin. Bianca wins, goes celebrate like she just won the title again and skips up the ramp. “IM UNDEFEATED “ she says as Mercedes is pissed. Then you see Dakota behind her and she blast Bianca. They brawl down the ramp and she sends Bianca in the ring. Mercedes hits the FisherMan Buster on Bianca then nods to Dakota.13-0

Next week:

William is still conducting his investigation and reviewing the tapes. The person had all black and covered their face. He puts Lacey Lane vs Deonna vs Lacey Evans. Deonna taps out Lacey Evans

Main event time. Bianca was frustrated. She can’t let what happened last week happen tonight. If she cheats again that means the division is seeing her sweat them. She must keep it together. She’s been training all week upping her game. Dakota been going at a crazier style as of late. This is her opportunity and she will kick Bianca’s head off. The match goes underway and Dakota goes off early. Multiple kicks to Bianca’s face. She goes for a fourth kick but Bianca forearms her. Bianca dominates for the latter half. Dakota kept fighting. She hit Kai- ropractor, goes for the pin, 1-2-2.99. Bianca barely kicks out. Dakota thought she had it. Dakota goes for Kai-ropractor again but Bianca grabs her and military presses her against the turnbuckle. Then as Dakota walks backwards due to selling, Bianca grabs her and hits KOD. She knows that’s not enough. She grabs Dakota again, hits KOD, goes for the pin.1.2.3. Bianca retained the NXT Women’s Champion. She smirks and stomps on Dakota. She leaves and Dakota gets an ovation from the crowd. She whispers: “Thank You”. 14-0

(May time). Kairi Sane is back and all healed up. She wants her title. She wants her revenge and she wants to destroy Bianca Belair. She seen Bianca reck havoc on the NXT division while she’s been gone and she’s sick of it. William Regal makes it official that at NXT Takeover Chicago, Bianca will defend her championship against Kairi Sane. Kairi Sane requested a stipulation: No disqualification. No countout. Falls Count Anywhere.

The next week of NXT, Kairi would have her return match on NXT against Vanessa Bourne. Vanessa just posing before the match, laughing at Kairi and when the bell rings... Kairi snapped to say the least. She pumbles Bourne to a wreck. She went off with strikes, kicks, and three diving elbows to Vanessa. This wasn’t the pirate princess NXT fell in love with. This was a vicious Kairi. The match was thrown out and officials came down to to fight Kairi off Vanessa. Meanwhile, Bianca (relaxing at a pool) appears on the titantron. “And they call me ridiculous. At least I own up to myself 24/7. Kairi you act innocent but deep down you and I know you have nothing about being a true champion. You get everything handed to you because of your stardom days while I have to work twice as hard and finally get what I deserve. You wanna act tough? Well at Takeover you better be tough because what I’m gonna do to you is will be considered ... an ASSWHOOPING. Now carry on.” Kairi just grabbed a mic and shouted in Japanese that she’s gonna kick Bianca’s ass then leaves.

William Regal put in place that Bianca and Kairi would not touch each other time Takeover. They have a contract signing in Regals office. “This is the MYC rematch from two years ago. Both of you have grown from that match but this match has more stakes involve. An undefeated streak, pride, a championship and respect..”Bianca interrupts,” Respect? Respect? No one respected me when I got here. The fans didn’t. You didn’t. She definitely didn’t. You got critics saying I’m not Takeover or championship worthy. But you know what? I don’t need their respect because I got THIS (referring to the NXT women’s title) and no one and NOTHING (looking at Kairi) is taking this from me. I’m suppose to take a pirate princess seriously? One minute she wants to be a pirate and the next she wants to be champion. Give me a break. At Takeover, I will break you and leave you a mess till the point that you wish you wasn’t a wrestler and you rather actually BE a pirate.” Bianca signs the contract and Kairi just glares at her, grabs a mic and says “I beat you once. Undefeated doesn’t matter. I will beat you again and again and again.” Kairi signs and they just glared at each other until Bianca just blows as kiss to her.

Takeover time. Bianca vs Kairi for the NXT women’s title. No disqualification. No countout. This match is more intense then their MYC match. Bianca controls early but Kairi loses it. Strikes and kicks.They battled on the outside. Bianca takes a chair and hits Kairi in the ribs. She place a chair on Kairi’s chair and hits the 450. She puts the chair on the side and goes for the pin. Kairi kicks out. Kairi reaches for a kendo stick and hits Bianca many times. Kairi is going ruthless. She wants Bianca to pay to costing her happiness. She hit her and Bianca runs in the ring. Just as Kairi gets in the ring, Bianca forearms her. She gets the steel steps from outside, and hits KOD with Kairi hitting the steps. 1-2-3. Bianca Belair retains the NXT women’s title. Kairi gave her a fight of her life and that was the most intense match. Bianca grabs her title and is about to leave. She turns about and beats up Kairi. This is until a returning Io makes the save. She beats down Bianca but Bianca gets out the ring. She then gets on he mic and reveal it was Bianca that attacked her. She says Bianca is scared of being second best and that’s why she attacked Io. Bianca just used her husband to cover her. She says that at spoke to Regal and at Takeover Toronto in a I Quit Match (in the main event), she will face Bianca for the NXT champion and prove who’s really the best. Bianca has a temper tantrum as Io helps up Kairi. 15-0

Bianca And Io train so much for this match. They studied so much of their opponents. This match was build as EST vs the Greatest Female wrestler ever. I Quit Match. Bianca plans to prove she’s the greatest female of all time. Bianca even did open challenges for the NXT women’s championship with Mia, Deonna, and Mercedes challenging her. Each match getting more intense for Bianca. She defeated all of them but was those matches enough for her to beat Io. 19-0

NXT Takeover Toronto. Io Shirai vs Bianca Belair as the main event. I Quit Match. , Kairi, Mark Henry, Sasha, Bayley, and Ember are in the crowd. Bianca tries to attack Io’s leg but Io is too fast for Bianca. Bianca gets an upper hand and forearms her. She taunts and bows to the crowd. Throughout the match, the ref ask do they want to quit. They refused. 619s. Forearms. Military press. A preview of their match The finish of the match comes when Bianca wants to outdo Io. She wants to hit a moonsault. She goes on the top turnbuckle. She goes flying but Io moves. Bianca crashes. Io takes Bianca’s hair and uses her hair against her to hook Bianca in a crossface. Bianca frighten tries to go to the ropes. The camera briefly pans to Sasha Banks. She However, Io moves to the middle of the ropes. Bianca tries to get out of it but Io was making it worse for her by pulling the braid harder. Bianca finally says “I QUIT! I QUIT!” and she is DE FEAT ED. She taps out. Io submitted her. Io Shirai is the new NXT women’s champion. The entire NXT women’s division comes out and roots for Io. Io just can’t stop smiling. Bianca gets up and just feels disappointed. She let herself down. That’s until Sasha Banks pulls her up and hugs her:” You did amazing. Don’t let this loss hurt you. Learn from it. You’re still the EST because you main evented a Takeover. Just wait till you’re main evented a Ppv. And maybe one day we can face off”. Bianca smirks and just said “ I never needed you at all”.

And that’s my booking. Bianca Belair becomes a star. I’ll start on my Sasha vs Bianca feud soon.

[lorraine-lemieux]

August 607 - Ten Months Later

Stormglen Village.

A little cottage had come to serve as the home of Clemence Lemieux since the end of July. Her father, though disappointed, had kindly bankrolled the whole thing and given his daughter an allowance as she tried to make a life with the small child she’d brought into the world. The baby, only three weeks old now, lay sound asleep in a bassinet as Clemence quietly fixed herself a little super in the glow of the hearth. Light rain had begun to fall, its sound soothing her.

“Mommy,” a little girl, about five years of age and who was the carbon copy of Maria whined struggling to keep up as they trudged through squelching mud. “My legs are tired!” “Come here, my angel,” Maria soothed the young Venreena and scooped her up into her arms. The rain had been coming down in a steady shower, making her journey to the cottage she had been directed to by the Lord Lemieux... after much begging and pleading on her behalf. It finally came into view and she hastened her steps. “Mommy, where’s Daddy? Why can’t he come?” Maria sighed, still trying to come up with a way to explain to her daughter why she wouldn’t be seeing William anymore. “Daddy is back at home and he is very busy right now. You and I are going to pay someone a visit though! Isn’t that exciting?” She hitched Ven up further on her waist and came up to the door and gave it several knocks.

Clemence had no reason to be frightened by the knocking on her door, but she jumped anyway. Laughing at herself as she stood from prodding a few white hot coals at the bottom of the inferno that crackled and threw the charming cottage into relief.

She swept to the door, her simple dress billowing around her ankles and she threw it open with a look of confusion that quickly turned into realization. She stepped into the rain and attempted to hug the woman holding the toddler. "Maria!" She'd exclaimed, "Look at yer! Y'alright?"

Maria clutched her daughter close to her, knowing how absolutely pathetic she looked right now.

Both she and Venreena were dressed in traveling cloaks and their hoods pulled up and but Maria’s wouldn’t conceal the dark shadow of a bruise that was on her cheek. “Clemence,” She exhaled on a grateful breath that she had found the right place. Venreena turned her head to bury her face in Maria’s shoulder, playing shy. “No, I’m not. I didn’t know who else to turn to... I don’t know anyone else in Gilneas and when I went to your parents, they told me I could find you here.”

Clemence's keen gaze was quick to fix on the shadow across Maria's face. She released her, waving both in at once and shutting the door behind them once they were in. She made sure the lock the door as well. It's mechanism giving a tell-tale clickclack. She turned towards the fire where a tea kettle was being kept warm and pulled it off with the poker. "Sit," she said to Maria, as she gestured to the chair. "Yer safe 'ere."

Maria glanced over her shoulder, paranoid that she had been followed. “Thank you,” she answered before rushing in.” The woman looked around the cottage before turning back to Clemence. “I have to leave him, Clemence, I want to go home. I can’t take it anymore.” She places Venreena on her feet so she could sit down. Her shoulders slumped as she rested her elbows on her knees and covered her face with her hands.

"Ya should'a left 'im last fall," she said, sternly. But, she knew battered women didn't always have a choice. She frowned, "Yer left now... tha's what mattered. 'N ya go 'er out, eh?" She pointed at Venreena. A sudden thunderclap crashed over head and caused the infant to being a mewling cry. Clemence, red in the face suddenly, turned to tend to the tiny human child; picking it from the basket. She was small, pale, and had a peach-fuzz layer of red hair.

Venreena began wandering around the cottage, looking around at all the odds and ends. Meanwhile, Maria nodded though her hands still cradled her bruised face. “I know, and I’m sorry I wasn’t honest with you that night. We— we were trying to get some investors, but now we’ve lost everything!” Red waves turned and looked at the baby that Clemence was now tending to. “Is she yours?”

Clemence looked fondly from the face of the child to Maria, offering her the tiniest grin. "Yes," she said, sheepishly, "Yes, she is."

“Baby!” Venreena squealed rushing to Clemence’s side and tugging on her skirt for attention. She pointed at the bundle she carried. “You has baby?”

“She’s beautiful.” Maria offered her a small smile though it disappeared quickly. Leaning back in her chair, she shook her head. “I don’t know what to do. I want to go home, but I don’t think they would want me back.”

Clemence's face turned upon Venreena's with a brilliant, kindly grin. She crouched slightly to show the girl the baby, who appeared to be waxing into the stages of no longer looking like an angry red potato. Her dark eyes were open and fixed with wonder on the face of her cousin. Clemence glanced at her, "Maria... I... I 'ave ter tell yer sumfink... and I don't know if it will 'elp or 'arm yer. But, it's important, right?

A gleeful squeal emitted from the toddler followed quickly by giggles. “Mommy! Look at baby! Look at baby!” She jumped up and down in excitement and then looked at Clemence. “Did the baby grow in your tummy? I came from Mommy’s tummy when I was a baby!”

Maria gave her daughter a sad smile and nodded. “Yes sweetie, I see her. She’s very small, isn’t she?” She then looked up at Clemence and lifted her dark red brows. “What is it?”

Clemence beamed, "Yes, she did," she said softly, her face contorting slightly at the ear-splitting squeal. But she laughed it off, because it made her own daughter smile. She offered Maria a little smile and said, "...I um... my daughter is... is your niece?"

Maria removed her cloak and stood up to move over to the fireplace, draping her rain soaked cloak over the fire grate. “Come here, Venreena,” Maria beckoned her over with the crooking of two fingers. The smaller redhead shuffled over to her mom and lifted her chin. They did this a lot. Maria took off Ven’s cloak and draped it next to her own. Her daughter was in nothing more than a homespun dress, looking very dingy and faded. Maria’s head snapped back to Clemence at the declaration. “My niece? What are you—“ Silas had been at the party, the reason she had run off from Clemence in the first place. “My brother?”

Clemence could only nod at the implication. "He doesn't know," she said, "We went back to find you.... but-- but you'd gone and he left shortly after."

��By the Tides,” she breathed out. “Clemence... Silas is married.” Then she gave a look of consideration. “Well at least he was when I left.”

Clemence sat slowly, her fingers smoothing the round cheeks of her daughter's angelic face gently. She looked at Maria, "...That could be w 'e 'asn't answered me letters," she said, quietly, "They keep ...gettin' sent back, i'n it? The bloomin' last one came wiv a letter from some bloke called Dietrich?"

Maria pulled Venreena into her lap, kissing the top of her head before nodding in acknowledgment. “That would be my father.“

Clemence frowned at her and shook her head, "Maybe I can write ter 'im and tell 'im yor 'ere and we can find a boat back 'ome for yor?"

Maria shrugged. “I don’t know what would be best at this point. All I know is I need to get Venreena away from William as far as possible.” The toddler looked up at her mother with wide amber eyes.

Clemence gave her a nod, "Okay, right, yer can stay 'ere as long as yer need," she said smiling, "And then, wen yor ready; I will go dahn ter the city and ask Daddy ter 'elp cop a boat ter 'ave yer 'ome, okay?" Her dark eyes redirected to the little girl with her and she offered her a little smile too, "Do yer lot want sumfink ter eat?"

Maria nodded. “Do have something I could write a letter with?” Before Clemence could even answer, Venreena jumped out of her mom’s lap. “SNACKS!”

"In the -- Yes, dahling, let's get yer a snack! It's in tha rolltop!" She said, gesturing at it, wedged into a corner of the room alongside a window overlooking the ocean. The same hand came to extend to Venreena, her fingers flexing to guide the little girl into the kitchen. Her own daughter was tucked back into the bassinet and gurgling softly to herself at the mobile that hung over head.

Venreena practically skipped while tugging on Clemence’s hand. “Snacks, snacks, snacks!” She sang with such innocent enthusiasm, forgetting why her Daddy wasn’t there.

Maria had stood and moved to the desk, and began writing a letter, she included a small picture of the little girl playing on the beach, pure joy plastered on her features. It may have been a cheap shot, but surely he would find it within himself to at least take Venreena in if not her. She could handle whatever this life handed her, she discovered that about herself. But a better life for Venreena was worth any sacrifice in the world.

Clemence giggled at the little one, swooping to pick the girl up and set her on her hip. She came to a cupboard and from within she had unearthed a self-made can of peach slices. “What’s your name?” She asked the child quietly while her mother wrote.

“PEACHES!” Venreena squealed seeing the fruit procured from the can. “Peaches are my favorite favorite!” Suddenly she went shy when asked her name. She looked up to Clemence with doe eyes before replying quietly, “Venreena.”

She beamed at the little girl, only fifteen years her junior and offered her one of the sweet pieces of fruit for herself; pincered between long fingers for her to take. "Venreena, I'm Clemence," she muttered, "And that baby in there? That's your cousin. That's Lorraine."

Venreena chewed on the peach slice, the sticky juice running over her small fist. “You Cwemence. Baby Lowwane.”

Clemence nodded, plucking a peach for her own enjoyment before she returned to the room where Maria sat. "All set?”

Maria finished sealing up the letter and nodded. “All set,” she confirmed.

Clemence offered her a smile. "I will go down to Gilneas City tomorrow and send it off," she said, beaming at the other woman.

(Collaborative RP with @venreenaholt )

[glass-snake-writer]

Stormy Hearts: Part 1

A/N: This is pretty long, so be aware of that. It’s literally 3 whole pages in my google docs

Thomas had been at the office for too long now. It was almost midnight and a storm raged outside the windows of his workplace. Everyone else had been smart enough to leave early due to the weather forecast. Well, everyone but him that was. He had been finishing up a project that his boss had assigned him. At least now he could rest a bit easier now. Sighing heavily Thomas started to leave the building that he spent so much time in. 

He would have continued on his way, if not for the sobbing sound he heard. Stopping in his tracks Thomas sharply turned towards the noise. It seemed to be coming from the office of one Alexander Hamilton, his rival. Off put by the thought of Hamilton crying, Thomas knocked on the door. “Hamilton? Are you in there?” He asked reluctantly. No reply came; there was only more sobbing that filled the air. Biting his lip Thomas reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

There on the floor of the room was the crumpled form of one Alexander Hamilton, bathed in shadows. Thunder rumbled outside as lightning struck the ground. A full body flinch went through the distressed man. His breathing picked up as he curled in on himself. Finally snapping out from the shock at seeing the young man in such a vulnerable state, Thomas moved closer to him. “Hey, it's going to be all right…” he hesitantly spoke. His tone was soft and soothing, as if he were afraid that the other man would lash out at him.

Hamilton showed no signs of having even heard him at all. It terrified Thomas, if he was being honest with himself. However he did start speaking, much to the taller man's relief. The only problem: it wasn't English. Nor was it any other language he knew, like French or Italian. No, it was Spanish and Hamilton was speaking it at record breaking speeds. It was like he feared that he wouldn't be able to say it all if he slowed down even for a second. Moving closer as slowly as he could Thomas got ready to comfort the young man. He didn't know if physical contact would help him but it was worth a shot. Especially since he wasn't responding to Thomas' voice.

“Hey… Alex. I'm going to touch you. I don’t know if it'll help you, but I'm going to try. Alright?” He asked in one last ditch effort to pull a response from the smaller man. Still, he received nothing from Alexander to show that he had heard him. Sucking in a breath, Thomas placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder. The touch was featherlight just in case the other didn't wish for the contact. That didn't turn out to be the case. Instead Alex leaned into the touch as if it was a lifeline. His eyes appeared to lose a bit of the far-away look that had been present before. Seeing this Thomas moved to wrap his arms around the other’s slight frame. Alex melted into the grip, but his body was still wracked with sobs. Thomas moved one hand to stroke his hair as he whispered soothing words to him. While this seemed to help, it was clear that he would have to do something else to help his distressed co-worker.

Wracking his brain for some way for him to help Thomas held Alex tighter. He thought about how he wished the two were somewhere better equipped for dealing with this. In that moment, an idea struck Thomas. The taller of the two lived close by and his car was in the garage in the lowest floor. They wouldn't have to get wet and could be somewhere more comfortable to wait it out in. It even looked like the storm was calming down. It was unlikely for this peace to last though. This wouldn't be the first time that it had mellowed, only for it to come back with a vengeance. Either way, if the two of them wished to leave the office and make it to his house they would need to leave now.

“Alex, darling, we need to go to my car. We'll wait the storm out inside my house. How does that sound?” Thomas broached softly. Clutching on tighter to him, Alex inclined his head in assent. He wasn't crying anymore at the very least. However the chance of that changing if it started to rain harder or lightning struck again were great. So with that in mind Thomas supported Alex as he got up and made his way to the garage. It wasn't too long of a trip. In the moment, though, it felt to Thomas like an eternity.

When they finally reached his car all Thomas could do was let out a sigh of relief. Pulling out his keys he opened the passenger door to let Alex in. Thankfully Alex was in a good enough place now to buckle himself in without Thomas' help. Closing the door he made his way over to the other side and plopped down into his seat in exhaustion. Forcing himself into action Thomas started up the car. Alex sat back, eyes heavy and blank as he stared out the window. The stylish car pulled out of the garage and made it's way to their destination. It was still raining but it hadn't yet gone back to truly storming. Thomas refused to think about what they would have done if they weren't so lucky. Thoughts like that weren't something to dwell on, especially now.

At long last, they reached Thomas’ house, a large three story that he lived in alone. He pressed a button and the garage door to lifted up for him to drive into. As Thomas parked he made sure that the garage door had closed before exiting the car. Neither of the men wanted to get soaking wet, after all. Making his way back to Alex's side he pulled the man out and locked the car. Before they could go far, however, thunder rumbled outside. It seemed very close to them and Alex flinched violently at the sound. His breathing came out shorter as his grip tightened once again. The storm had decided to come back after all.

Moving quickly Thomas dragged the other man through a door to the side and into his house. Once inside he led Alex to the couch and made sure he was laying down comfortably. “Wait here darlin’. I'll bring down a change of clothes and something warm.” He said to the shaken office worker. With that he got up and went off to do just that. First he went to his bedroom to change into sleepwear. That ended up being an old shirt and incredibly soft sweatpants. For Alex he pulled the smallest shirt he owned and a pair of sweatpants that would, no doubt, utterly drown the shorter man. After a moment he decided to add some warm socks for his guest.

Satisfied with that he went downstairs and deposited the clothing on Alex before making his way to the kitchen while the other changed. Opening the fridge Thomas looked for something simple to make. Finally he settled for mac and cheese, his go to comfort food. Before he started that up he put on the kettle to make Alex some tea. Hopefully it would help relax the other man. God knows he deserved it after all of this. Going back to making mac and cheese, Thomas began to cook the macaroni.

Meanwhile Alex had slipped into the clothes that Thomas had given him. They were very obviously too big for him, yet he seemed happy with it nonetheless. Something about being wrapped up in Thomas’ clothes made him feel… safe. The storm still raged on, yet Alex felt much better now. It helped that the house kept out more of the sounds from outside than their office did. Alex wrapped a fluffy blanket that had been on the couch around himself and laid down. His eyes were struggling to stay open as the stress of the day started to catch up to him. That and the lack of sleep these past few weeks.

The sounds from the kitchen were helping to lull him to sleep. While he persisted in staying awake, Alex was unsure how long he could keep this up. All he wished for was to rest in this moment. Yet something pushed him to stay awake for just a while longer. So he did. He waited and waited as the kettle whistled for tea. As the sounds of Thomas moving around the room faded and his footsteps drew near. Alex would be patient and wait for the sweet embrace of sleep.

Walking into the room Thomas noticed a few things immediately. The first was that Alex's work clothes had been sloppily folded and placed on the coffee table. After that he noticed that Alex had cocooned himself in one of his blankets. Lastly, Alex seemed ready to pass out at a moment's notice. Chuckling to himself Thomas placed the tea and mac and cheese next to the clothes. Looking at Alex more closely it became obvious that he hadn't been getting enough sleep. Under the man's eyes were disturbingly large bags. While it was common for him to have bags under his eyes, Alex had never achieved this level in his memory.

Sighing Thomas said, “Come on, let's get some food and tea in you before you pass out.” At this Alex sleepily nodded his head in agreement. Pulling the tired workaholic up Thomas placed the mac and cheese into his hands and sat down to eat his own. While he finished his food far quicker, Alex took his time to eat. When he was done Thomas made sure he drank as much tea as he could. Near the end it was obvious that he was seconds away from sleep. It was an incredibly endearing sight and Thomas smiled. “Let's get you to bed.” He chuckled as he put away the dishes.

Alex yawned, which was agreement enough for him. Thomas made sure he was comfortable on the couch. As he got up to leave though, his wrist was caught in the others grip. Looking back Thomas opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off. “Please,” Alex sleepily asked, “sleep with me?” There was a beat of silence as Thomas processed his request. Swallowing around the lump that formed in his throats Thomas nodded. A smile spread across Alex's face, open and loving. It caused the taller man's pulse to quicken and his breath to catch. In that moment, Thomas felt the intense need to protect this man. From the moment he had seen him broken down on that office floor he had felt it take root in himself. Now, every little action of the ridiculous man seemed to cause it to strengthen.

Pushing these emotions to the side he pulled Alex up and carried him to his bedroom. The hard working immigrant was light and didn't appear to mind being carried. In fact, Alex seemed to enjoy it a great deal. Tucking that piece of information into the back of his mind he opened the door to his bedroom. It was large, as was to be expected in a house of this size. His bed, placed in the center of the back wall, would be large enough for the two of them to share. If they wanted to, they wouldn't even have to touch each other at all while they slept. That thought saddened him on some level, yet he refused to acknowledge why.

Pulling the sheets back Thomas set Alex down before climbing in alongside him. As he pulled the sheets up Alex hummed and shifted closer to him. Shaking his head Thomas moved farther away. He knew that Alex wouldn’t appreciate waking up pressed against him. So he maintained a respectful distance and closed his eyes as he welcomed sleep. However Alex did not want to give up. A few seconds later he was curling up against Thomas' side. Creaking an eye open Thomas saw that Alex had fallen asleep pressed against him. Quirking his mouth into a small smile Thomas closed his eyes and slept. Even if he had to deal with Alex’s anger in the morning, being so close to him was worth it. Tomorrow he would deal with the consequences of his actions, but tonight he would sleep peacefully.

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Michael Mell X Reader

Concept: Michael and (y/n) are friends. (Y/n) is asked out, unknowing of Michael crush on her. How will he handle this

“Hey Jeremy, where’s (y/n)?” Michael says as he sits down at their usual table. He sets his himself and his slurpy down. Jeremy looks up from his soggy pizza in front of him. “Um. Well..” he looks around the cafeteria “she’s over there.” He points to a wall in the cafeteria, only for Michael to see some guy hitting on (y/n) “You mean to tell me that you saw talking to that- that- THING talking to (y/n), and you didn’t even bother stopping him!” Michael says waving his little arms in the air. Jeremy laughed a bit “calm down! They’re just talking!” He says in his defense. But it wasn’t just talking. Michael could clearly see that this guy way flirting and it ate him up. Tore him to shreds. He couldn’t take it. “Michael, sit down im sure it’s nothing.” Just as the boy was about to walk her way, he sees the boy walk off and (y/n) walking back to the table. Michael sits down once again. Silent. Jeremy poked at his pizza. “Soooo (y/n), what was that all about?” She takes a seat next to Michael. “Well. Remember when I said I wanted to go see that one movie, but you two said you wouldn’t go see it cause it’s a ‘sissy movie’ ?” Jeremy nods. “Well. I just been asked out to go see it on Saturday” she smiled. Meanwhile, Michael was sucking down his slurpy like no tomorrow. he was really tearing inside. Hit bit down on the straw. Jeremy tried to ease the tension. “Well that’s good! I’m uh- happy for you!” Michael couldn’t take it. His lifts up from his seat and walking out. (Y/n) reached a hand out to grab his wrist but he was to far to grab. She looked at Jeremy and he stared back at her. Both blinking in awe.

Saturday

Michael sat down on the beanbag next to Jeremy. He clutch the controller. He tried to ignore the whole incident with (y/n) all week and Jeremy did his best to not bring it up. Michael looked to the side of him at the empty beanbag and everything came back to him. That was (y/n)s usual seat. He could feel all the emotions starting to bubble inside him again. His leg bounced ever so slightly, and slowly increased in speed. Jeremy noticed the increase of vibration. “Michael..?” He says trying to get the boys attention. A ‘game over’ title flashed across the screen. Michael throws the controller in the air. Jeramy had a feeling of why’s got him worked up.” Hey.. what’s on your mind?” Jeremy said putting a comforting hand on michaels shoulder. “It’s just (y/n).” He said looks down at his hands. “Look, I know you’re scared this guy will come between the friendship we all built, but I promise it won’t happen.” Jeremy said smiling. Michael stood. “No it’s not that. Don’t get me wrong, this friendship between us is nice but I’m not scared of that getting messed up” he said pacing. Jeremy stood up along with his best friend. “What do you mean ?” Jeramy questions confused. Michael took a cassette out his pocket. The little tape on the outside read “a mix for (y/n).” Jeremy looked up wide eyed.“You mean you like (y/n)?” Michael nodded. “Then go get her!” Michael smiled and grabbed his keys off the tv stand. He ran out the room.

Michael walked into the theater. He looked around hoping that maybe by some luck (y/n) would still be there. He could see the outline of her. He approached the two who were in line for snacks. Michael felt his blood starts to pump faster. He couldn’t stand the thought of (y/n) with some guy and now that he was right in front of him it made him even more angry. “(Y/n)!” He called out as she turned around. She stepped out line “Michael, what are you doing here-” “(Y/n) we need to go. Come on let’s just leave.” He reached out the the girls hand only to have her date step behind her. “Uh, (y/n), this guy bothering you?” He asked stepping closer to Michael. (Y/N) looked at Michael with pleading eyes. “Hey look. I don’t want trouble I just want to go and I’m taking (y/n) with me.” He said finally taking her hand. The date looked at her and back at Michael. “Fine. You can have her.” He said pouring the soda in his hand all over (y/n). She stood in shock. Too shocked to notice Michael had punched the guy strait in the face. There Michael stood hand and hand with (y/n). Her date layed flat on the floor with a bloody nose. “Come on (y/n)” he said leading her out the movie theater. In the car she finally came to her senses. “Did you just…?” Michael nodded. He looked over at her. She sat there soaking wet. “Oh shit, sorry.”he took off his hoodie and handed it to her blushing. “Why did you? I mean are you scared of losing this friendship-” He looked over at her. “I’ve been alone before. In bathrooms and malls, and I can handle that. I can handle you not being my friend. But I can’t handle you being with somebody. In that way.” She looked at him in confusion. “Michael-” “(Y/n), listen. I like you. Like you as more then a friend.” She began to blush. “I get if you don’t feel the same, honestly.” He became quiet after she took his hand again. “Can we go home, and play some video games?” He smiled. He knew what that little gesture meant. He began to drive away. “You know, you look cute in my hoodie” “Shut up and drive” Her hand reached into the pocket. Her fingers raced the lines of the cassette and she smiled.

[yougoatthis]

got assalted last night

so we went to the bar last night eh...u might have seen a couple of my snaps... i was pretty lit took a couple muscle relaxants couple advil and half an anti anxiety pill with bunch of drinks. i was feeling pretty loose... pretty on fleek..found some Minnie mouse ears some jumbo glasses in the snow was wearing them having the trillest time in the bar. Couple girls sitting down and one dude i was chatting up and the dude across the table was taking my pic with his friend haah bla bla bla.... anyways these girls at same table ask if i have a lighter..i currently did not for some reason and was like "no sorry i dont"... then they asked if i could get them one...and well i was kinda like damn these chicks hella lazy but im not doing anything so yea ill be a bro.... i go out to smoke balcony ask around..one guy says he has one but its his last so he would want it back... i said no problem i think these girls only need it for a bit...i didnt have any change so i gave him a 5 dollar bill as a deposit and said ill come back in 15 or 20 min. he was chill with that...i go back to the girls and one guy, hand them the lighter and say "here u go but just to let u know i need to give it back to this guy i gave a 5 dollar deposit ahah"... they said okay yea no problem.. i also let them know that the smoke pit was closing in 15 minutes to which they replied "yea no thanks come back in 15 and well give it back".....so 20 minutes goes by i come back.... the three of them havent seen to have moved at all... i say hey look balcony is closed now can i have the lighter back or u guys going to use it outside.... the girls said we gave it to our friend and pointed to guy behind me walking to to the table so i turn around and ask the guy "hey bro u got that lighter your friends here gave to you" he said "nah i never got a lighter i think its that guy who has it" points to another guy on my left walking up to the table.... i ask him same thing but also adding that i just gotta give it back to guy i borrowed from.....meanwhile im still standing at the table so the girls can hear all this and but are ignoring and talking to that one guy whos been sitting down the whole time...the last bro though says listen buddy the girls are fucking with you they have the lighter.... so now im looking at the girls and the guy sitting down and these two other guys who have also sat down and im standing... i say "hey listen i dont usually care that much its just a lighter but i went and got it for you and gave a guy 5 bucks who's expecting it back and i know one of you has it so can i have it back please and ill help u get a light later in the night when u actually plan on having a smoke"...one bitch faced dumb cunt looks at me and says "you are not getting your lighter back so just fuck off" at this point i am flabbergasted that 5 people who seemed chill are just letting this happen like its completely normal...so i walk off stunned not sure what to do..... i then sober up enough to realize what they did is not okay and this shit will not stand. i was however not by any means sober at this point... as i am walking i see salt and pepper shakers but u know like in corona bottles. i take the salt one pop off the lid walk back and to table pour a big fat line on their table that was empy and say "Heres seven years of bad luck motherfuckers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i start briskly walking away but i didn't get more then a step before first bro that been there the whole time splashes his drink all over me from across the table throws his glass at me which smashes at impact with my cranium.. i am but a dazed, smelling like rum and coke soaking wet still walking off... i quickly realized i am severally outnumber 5 to 1 but like 3 to 1 cause girls dont count .... an idea pops into my head.... if im going to get the shit kicked out of me i need one of two things.. some back up... or my buddy to snapchat it/ upload to worldstar... i spot my friend from across the bar.. he is 6'5 and a real bro... i make my way to him tell him i might be in some trouble. we look over to other side across the whole bar at the table and i see this blue shirt roided out glass thowing motherfucker making his way through the swarm of people his eyes locked on my minnie mouse ears...i am ready, more than ready i am stoked.. i know how lit i am right now that this is going to be good i can take this fucker shits going down.... im thirsty for some blood... revenge flowing through my veins in the sea... a trickle of blood on my head from the glass ......who does that... douchbag of the year thats who.....he makes it right up in my face.. im waiting for him to strike first he gives me shove.. i step back one.. feeling the energy flow through me i am charged ready to go full force fists are clenched here we fucking go BUT WAIT!!!!!!! he pulls out a quick attack!!. its a trap card! in my brief moment of hesitation he has time to pull the salt bottle from behind his back and sprays it in face like a squirter getting double penatrated and finally cums ...its everywhere mate im fucking blind there is salt in my eyes i cant see shit it burns... one eye seems to be functioning enough to watch this coward ass bitch run back to his table....looks like i dunked my whole head in salt.. a little bit got on this bro behind me to and he is chapped... i tell him its that blue shirt fuck across the table.. hes fucking livid.. im blind in one eye but raging like a bull... the march is on. we start making our way back across the bar...all bets are off anything goes,. someone is going down hard tonight.... and hes wearing a blue shirt. 20 feet away now...15...10...fuckkkkkk bouncer is right between us talking to the girls while the blue shirt is sitting down back at his seat like nothing happened.. bouncer looks at me..hes got questions... im at 100 right now.... things need to change.. i open my mouth pull my tongue out and look at it.... yes its fucking silver. its my time to shine. time to bullshit like ive never bullshitted before. i bring myself down to 1... he says "these girls are saying u poured salt on all over them bud its time to fucking leave" i say " listen man thats not what happened, but i have no problem grabbing my jacket and leaving i dont want any trouble or confrontation but that guy behind you just came across the bar and poured salt in my face for no reason" thesed girls are now bitching in his ear he shushes them then tells them to go sit down back with blue fuck. bouncer says "did u pour salt all over them first though".... i say "buddy does it look like i poured salt on them.." he turns his head around to no joke like 10 feet behind us the three of them sitting at their table talking to each other pretending like nothing happened and they had won. they all looks fine. actually they look good... finely groomed... blue fuck is probably soaked between the legs with shit running down to his ankles but u cant see that the table is in the way... he looks back at me, my eye is watering face is fucking red shirt soaked salt all over me in my face hair ears on my shirt.. like fucking everywhere he says okay.. he believes every word im saying.. i can see it in his eye..he feels bad for me..he wants justice.. he asks me which guy i said that guy right behind u...in the blue..... he starts walking to go around the table.. meanwhile i step forward to across the table... stick out my hand and say loud enough that they can all hear including the bouncer who is now but a couple steps away walking around backside of this big table..... i say hey bud no hard feelings.. lets just be cool as my hand is extended waiting for a shake i fucking know will never come... and as i say it i wink right in his eyes and put a huge smirky grin on my face...... i see flames bursting out of his ears.. ive tipped the scale... he is about to explode foaming at the mouth. To little to late bud the bouncer puts his hand on his shoulder. blue fuck snaps throws his hand out of the way and stands up.... i retract my hand take two steps back and bring out the popcorn.... bouncer doesnt fuck around. Grabs him by the legs lifts him up and body slams down hard... im grabbing my ipod trying to snapchat its not woprkign its not working!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i just enjoy the moment.. bouncer fucking elbows this kids face so hard into the floor headlocks and starts dragging him out... i raise my hands start the slow clap. it feels so fucking good.. one girl is crying other is screaming. im practically laughing right back in there stupid cunt faces. One of his buddies thought hed step up to plate takes a swing at another bouncer.. bouncer hits back guy hits back again damn this sit looks even...bouncer charges fucking tackles him throws him across the table. he rolls onto chairs gets up 4 more come in and fucking sedue the guy smashed his head into the wall dragging him out by is feet... i am in tears laughing my crew is behind me now watching the whole thing. ... i turn to the bitches and say..... "thats what u get for bic'in me...guess your bad luck has already started"... one chick kicks me in the shins and they both go running off....... and that is some of the best 5 bucks ive every spent... like i said... i got asSALTed

[mattyslittleworld]

Never Meant

I hear “What are we going through? You and me?” as I watch the sunlight literally tear through the black clouds that were hanging over my town. This is my favorite song by The National - Hairpin Turns. It’s so fucking brutal, and it seems like, to me, he is absolutely desperately fucking annihilated by losing whoever he lost. I’ve been there. And I thought I was going to be there again, pretty soon. I am currently pulled over in my car in a parking lot, as I was on a little drive through the neighborhood. Coffee and some beautiful, subtle music. The sun was out all day, and it’s t shirt weather. So me and Gionna’s ex boyfriends American Nightmare shirt (lol) went on a windows down stroll until suddenly the bright sky was filled with darkness. My one moment to forget about all of this madness was being pushed aside, I just wanted to pretend it was summer, shit was normal, and feel calm and collected, as if literal iced out trucks weren’t being filled with corpses outside of hospitals. We’ve all lost people, in a week, 5 deaths close to my immediate family, bringing my family itself stronger and closer together. Here I am driving into a storm, in a t shirt, just like the current state of American Society. Until.....the clouds part....and as I drive slowly down 35 north....the sunlight starts dancing in the most beautiful way. It was almost an epiphany and it made me think. It made me pull over - within the beautiful chorus of this National song...eloquently tiptoeing in the background. I felt calm. I smirked. If there was a god up top, I thank my guy. But it made me think - hey - we may be walking into a black cloud in just a t shirt, for we’ve been blindsided, but if you walk forward....maybe the sun will come and shit will be better than expected if we stand tall and be brave and love. 

“What are we going through? You and me...”

Currently writing at 2:15 am - two days later than what appears above this. 

I didn’t record any music today, unlike every single day of this quarantine we’ve all been locked into. I wake up, walk over to the mic, which is brand new - and pull up beats or pick up the guitar and hack away. Even if its horrible, its just important to me to get it out. Stack and stack and stack and stack. Ive discovered that during this quarantine - the isolation is making me look inward, and subconsciously pick away at the thing I’ve been chasing for the past few years that ive been so curious and scared about cracking open. But with no distraction of the outside world…because its literally shut down…it makes sense the little bits and pieces of this thing that’s been bleeding into my music….like I said with no distractions…POURS OUT OF ME effortlessly. Im like okay this makes hella sense. With dark city lights and the cage shit and even with the Albee shit I was like…okay this is a NEW DOOR. But do I walk through it? What do I wear? Can I walk back out or will it lock once I get in there? Is it a trap? I need more information. I need more clarity. So without me really knowing what’s in there - I feel like little bits and pieces have been bleeding into my work. And now I finally busted that fucking door down and it wasnt a room…it was the exit to the trap I was existing in my whole musical career. Now liberated. Now free. Now born. This has been so inspiring to me because what people don't really realize about this genre is that its a full on contact sport. Its competitive. Its similar to being an athlete. Which I was my whole life. Similar to basketball - you gotta stay in the gym and the more work you put in...the more shots you take...the better your jump shot is. same with this...theres a fucking skill to it. You can be really good at it. Or you can be trash. And you can utilize it in the most combative ways. It gives me something to attack and focus my need of competitiveness on. Another thing I can obsess over. The samples ive been using in my beats have not ever been used before. These ideas are brand new in this shit. The topics I am spitting about are so serious to me. I want nothing to do with the stereotypical rapper aesthetic - the gimmicks - the drugs….all that can fuck off. I want to make a difference and tackle drug abuse, depression, anxiety, anger, the violence ive seen my whole life, hardcore, my old friends, my new friends, my love life, everything ive experienced. Im using actual real names, with actual real life things that happened with 0 apology about how you feel about it. I want to utilize this to up the worth of my words and vocabulary and paint the portrait of my life. I want it to mean something. I want to make change. Even if its on a small level. Man I feel everything. Its insane how this could all be so evident with just non stop self reflection. You vs. You….who will you become? Like I said…wake up. Hit the mic or bring up beats and just cook. If that hits a wall…just study study study study podcasts and interviews for hours and hours and hours. After that ill play basketball, run a mile, work out, and take it down to Ozark lol. Im invested. I don’t do anything illegal cause im a lil bish ass pussy but I wanna do some crazy shit lolol. 

Anyway, original point, I didn’t record any music. I was feeling restless and packed my shit and drove for literally 5 hours tonight. Went up 287. Hit a few nostalgic spots that I love so much and hold close to my heart. I listened to all the music ive been making. But mainly the objective was to just take a day to free myself of this grind and quarantine and be a fan of music….in the world….and reconnect with that feeling it gives you. I listened to early Alicia Keys, first Drake album, some Russ, some old folk shit, so much beautiful music. Damn it really moved me. 5 hours I drove around just visiting places that my heart are attached to. Those milestone places. Little ones….like a diner in Clark I went to once but something important started there. Or a venue in Hackensack called School Of Rock that I met my boy Alex at…when we attend a Horse The Band show together with a few homies and I got yelled at by some girl by the Merch table cause I used to be so fat and moshed so hard and punched like 14 people in the face and it was so not cool and so out of place lmao. I was in a awkward dress shirt I looked straight out of fucking Billy Madison. Horrible. Its always so interesting to me to return to places like this…after years and years and years of it only being a distant memory…to kind of return and prove it was real. I am such a different person now. As we all are. But I really drifted into a whole other land of opportunity that exists outside of everything I grew up around. Socially too. So sometimes it really does feel like everything and everyone I loved….everything I experienced…was just a dream and didn’t exist. It’s so odd. People I knew for 20 years…have no idea about anything I do now. They just see my social media. But that line is drawn. And vice versa - everyone in my life have 0 idea of my life prior. The people, the interests, the stories I tell are foreign. They’re like hardcore? Whats that? And meanwhile that was the most important thing in my life for literally 20 years….and if you told the people in my life at that time that the people in my life in the future wouldn’t even know what hardcore was….theyd be thoroughly confused as to why I was lying to them. But life goes on…and hey…sometimes you gotta take a trip down memory lane and cry in your car tears of joy that you don’t have to fucking fight loading in your gear anymore and you get to have platinum selling artists touch your beats. Or you get to sing songs with billboard charting artists, who have the biggest billboards you ever seen ,light up Times Square right above the spot you found a 100 dollars with your first love. If you told me that when I found that shit years ago id be like eat a dick we’re going to see Ceremony at the warren American legion peaaaaace lolol. 

Side bar - im listening to the national again. 

But this time the song “Quiet Light” and I want to point out that I think its magnificently adorable that a lyric is

“Im not the spiritual type…I still go out all the time to department stores” 

I have literally no idea what that means but I think its mad cute.

Department stores are cute as fuck because “things” are cute.

Like little things to put on bigger things yanno lol?

I think this song is entirely too amazing to be released to the public, it really makes you question everything you ever made, and reality.  I mean the line “between you and me I still fall apart at the sound of your voice”…OOF. Im just sitting here at 2:46 am on this Sunday, with my eyes closing for small moments to really soak in the beauty of this master piece. Whoever he is talking to ruined him. Ive been ruined, I understand and empathize with this. Primarily making rap and pop music it really opens up my taste to this indie type shit…really falls right into that open wound in the best way. It stings because it hits home so hard, but its so eloquent at the same time. Almost addicting. I want to take a lot of these sounds recreate them, and apply that to the music im making now that exists outside of this genre. I think it’d be crazy and it’d cross two worlds that haven’t been crossed. Damn im out here giving away the tea to you useless fuckers. 

Last night I had a dream about an old friend, that I don’t think is healthy in this time of my life to be around….but damn…it was like I relapsed on the heroin of our friendship. It was the realest shit I have ever dreamt. I woke up - with the exact feeling you get when you go home after you hangout with somebody in the flesh. This whole day it was very real, and felt like I spent a whole night with them, and all my wounds were reopened, all the great times were revisited, and it was just brought to the forefront of my mental. As if we just met. Its crazy dreams can do that. Its just sad that this is such a toxic relationship, and the inevitable cannot be avoided, and a true bond that exists somewhere, deep deep deep down in it, has to be supressed because of the negativity it brings. In the dream we were older, existing without issues, exploring that bond, with issues pushed aside. It was beautiful. I woke up genuinely upset, confused, with a wish that maybe one day we could meet again In a place that’s safe and relevant to who we are. Im at a point in my life where I haven't answered the phone in month for anybody, answered text messages, my bags are packed waiting for this shit to be over with so the rest of my life can begin. Theres no time for friends, love, social activities, or anything that doesn't have to do with business. But there will be a time in the future. This has visited me in the past before. Its interesting when you have to suppress shit that’s extremely bad for you, because its the right thing for you to do…but then the universe bypasses that completely and shakes your fucking soul. During the rest of my day I started realizing that I am really not okay with this person not in my life, like deep in my soul. Its too much of a damn shame, we’ve been through too much together. Every huge milestone in my life as a kid was shared with this person…years and years of growth. Every story I share with people in my life now, was experienced with them, every amazing time, every horrible life altering time. I learned so much, and even taught. I became a young man with them, and then a man. How is it that these new people around in my life have my time…but this person doesn’t? One day we will meet again…when the time is right…..in a different time of our lives. When it’s right. For us. You were my best friend, and no matter how far we are from each other….I got you. In the  depths of my soul and heart. Id literally kill somebody and go to prison for murder for you. But if you happen to read this - you already know that. 

I am listening to “Never Meant” by American Football.

To quote Mike Kinsella 

“Lets just pretend

Everything and

Anything between you and me

Was never meant

Was never meant”

-1-

[vitalmindandbody]

Grammy projections: who will win- and who should

Some categories seem clear-cut while others are impossible to call. Heres our ramshackle of likely conquerors and those who should be recognised

Record of the year

Going for golden: Mark Ronson Photograph: Frank Micelotta/ Rex/ Shutterstock

The distinction between record and song of its first year is currently in the credits; preserve goes to the people responsible for best available musical production of its first year of eligibility( for 2016, that interval flows from 1 October 2014 through 30 September 2015 ), and song is awarded to those people who wrote best available anthem. While Taylor Swift, The Weeknd and Ed Sheeran all facilitated define pop in their own rooms during that stage, and DAngelos Really Love is the best funk offering in this category, the Mark Ronson/ Bruno Mars adoration to the Minneapolis Sound was the pop offering of early 2015, and will probably be run out at defendants as a room to remember the year of The Dress, Left Shark and Netflix and chill until at the least 2065.

Will prevail: Mark Ronson ft Bruno Mars Uptown Funk

Should acquire: DAngelo Really Love

Album of its first year

Country musics brand-new golden son: Chris Stapleton. Image: Rob Kim/ Getty Images

A formidable category this year, even if the harmful Abel Tesfaye is among its campaigners.( Sorry, manufacture kinds; despite your best efforts, he isnt and will probably never be the next Michael Jackson .) Sound& Color lastly captivated the formidable live play that is Alabama Shakes in-concert vitality; 1989 changed Taylor Swift into a platinum-plated pop whiz, her gawky, country teenage dates fully behind her.

This categorys two heaviest hitters have the kind of stories Grammy voters love and their steward albums are excellent as well. Chris Stapleton has knocked all over the music business for years, writing country-chart-topping anthems for the likes of George Strait and Kenny Chesney, and after his whiskey-soaked entry Traveller cleaned up at the Country Music Association accolades last year he became a commercial-grade coerce on his own. Kendrick Lamar, meanwhile, summed up its first year of Black Lives Matter with a dense, exploratory book that entwined the personal and political in such a way that galvanized listeners. The quite-good Traveller is my pick to win this category because of Stapletons formidable manufacture ties, particularly those embedded within Nashville. But I wouldnt be surprised if Lamars tour de force takes it.

Will prevail: Chris Stapleton, Traveller

Should winning: Kendrick Lamar, To Pimp A Butterfly

Song of its first year

Alright on the night: Kendrick Lamar. Photo: Scanpix Denmark/ Reuters

Swifts winking Blank Space, Wiz Khalifa and Charlie Puths treacle-topped elegy See You Again, Little Big Towns glowering Girl Crush, Ed Sheerans People Get Ready-biting Envisioning Out Loud all big hits, all of which pale in comparison to the political and musical jolt offered by Lamars Alright. Evaluating by this clip of the chant being performed by Lamar and residents of Los Angeles Compton place, the people behind the Grammys would seem to agree.

Will acquire: Kendrick Lamar Alright

Should win: Kendrick Lamar Alright

Best new creator

New teenager on the block: Sam Hunt. Photo: ddp USA/ Rex Shutterstock

As it so often does, this category offers up a hodgepodge of new-ish-comers that straddle from head-scratching( the brazenly retro Meghan Trainor, who sidled in on a detail after being up for chronicle and song of its first year in 2015) to bland( the snoozy James Bay) to perfectly fine( the popping artiste Tori Kelly, the cerebral fuzz-punk of Courtney Barnett ). Among these nominees, the Georgia-born Sam Hunt whose hybridization of country, hip-hop and soul announces back to the rock periods roots while also outlook Nashville for a bright future stands out not just by being better, but by selling a boatload of evidences while doing so.

Will win: Sam Hunt

Should acquire: Sam Hunt

Best popping vocal book

Taylor Swift: hugging the daddy life. Image: Matt Sayles/ Invision/ AP

Barring a mass riot by the voting worlds boomers( and Red Sox devotees) that results in a James Taylor surprise victory, Taylor Swifts magnificent pop announcement is the odds-on favorite for this category even if Florence+ The Machines How Big How Blue How Beautiful is, overall, a less self-conscious, more intricately put together book. Perhaps now that Swift has fully hugged the dad life she wont do the whole Who, me? behave when her epithet goes called.

Will prevail: Taylor Swift 1989

Should acquire: Florence+ The Machine How Big How Blue How Beautiful

Best rock-and-roll book

Muse: on tendency, kind of. Photograph: Thomas Samson/ AFP/ Getty Images

If “youve been” wondered why rock seemed to be in such a bad pop-cultural recognise in the mid-2 010 s, the middling information is proposed by this categorys nominees caters some fine argue to the reasons why. Theres Bay, with his studiously situated hat and retro forces; theres Death Cab For Cutie, a hangover from the period when indie was still considered outside the mainstream; theres Slipknot, who seem to be there as an apology for that whole Jethro Tull mishap a few decades back. The Brooklyn trio Highly Suspect, meanwhile, perform the nifty manoeuvre of summing up their inclusion in this category via their appoint.( Dont be fooled by their being signed to an independent description; that imprint, 300 Entertainment, is run by manufacture lifer Lyor Cohen .) Which leaves us with Muse, whose absurdist libertarian shtick is at least of the moment.

Will acquire: Muse Drones

Should win: At least a dozen preserves that arent selected in this category. Sleater-Kinneys No Cities To Desire? That Father John Misty album? Im personally partial to Faith No Mores Sol Invictus

Best alternative music album

Steady sides: Alabama Shakes. Picture: Sipa/ Rex Shutterstock

X Envoy Jeep-endorsing Renegade was the biggest alt-rock hit of 2015, but the nominees in this field are more festival darlings than radio favourites. Which is an essential split that speaks to the often-confusing fragmentation of this already-pretty-split-up rock subgenre. Alabama Shakes has only one album of the year nomination under their loop for the aesthetic bounce forwards Sound& Color, but dont count out 2005 win Wilco, who have dad-rock call acknowledgment on their side.

Will prevail: Alabama Shakes Sound& Color

Should prevail: Bjork Vulnicura

Best urban contemporary book

Bad vibe merchant: The Weeknd. Photo: CBS Photo Archive/ Getty Images

This relatively new category seems to have been invoked so that the 2013 liturgy could somehow award Frank Ocean, who was one of only three campaigners during its first go-round. This years fuller, if Ocean-free, slate is fairly representing the the most powerful contemporary vocal lines derivative of R& B out there. Pity, then, that the self-loathing bummer known as The Weeknd, the Canadian import whose endless bad vibes got one of 2015s biggest thrusts, is very likely to take the prize over its challengers, all of which are more pleasant and compelling. The Internets Ego Death is splendidly weirder; Lianne La Havass Blood is full of nerve; Kehlanis You Should Be Here has youthful elan; and Miguels Wildheart wears its protagonists insecurities and deep-seated passions on its sleeve.

Will triumph: The Weeknd Beauty Behind The Madness

Should prevail: Miguel Wildheart

Best R& B album

Man most probably: Leon Bridges. Photograph: Sarah Lee for the Guardian

Jazmine Sullivans Reality Show receives the Philadelphia-born belter who racked up her ninth, 10 th and 11 th vocation Grammy nominations this year colonizing a wide array of attributes, all of whom are richly gather and passed extra life by Sullivans potent expres. Its a huge step forward for Sullivan, who took a hiatus from music in 2011, and for R& B, which has been increasingly marginalized as a category thanks to the altering jazzs of radio formatting and retail contraction. Her being up against Leon Bridges, the talented Texan whose entry voices unearthed from a 60 s cache of soul slopes, and DAngelo, the legendarily reclusive funk genius whose Black Messiah should really have been given more gleam in the Big Four categories, means that a win for her is a long shot, but its long overdue.

Will prevail: Leon Bridges, Coming Home

Should triumph: Jazmine Sullivan, Reality Show

Best rap book

Dr Dres daytime: Compton v Compton. Picture: Kevin Winter/ Getty Images

Drake, Nicki Minaj and J Cole all have star power and Drake has claimed succes in this category before but the best rap album hasten has to boil down to Compton vs Compton. Will the old front Dr Dre, emanating off a year in which he penetrated pops firmament for good, acquire? Or will Lamar, who worshipped the outlaw-rapper-turned-headphone-mogul as small children, solidify his station as chairman of the next generation? I intend, its the Grammys, so possibly the former.( At least Eminem and Macklemore propped off from exhausting anything during the eligibility window .)

Will acquire: Dr Dre Compton

Should win: Kendrick Lamar To Pimp A Butterfly

Best country album

Country person again: Chris Stapleton. Photograph: Evan Agostini/ Invision/ AP

Having acted so well at the CMA bestows( and in the shopping frenzy following it) and as this years country person in the album of its first year category, this one is probably Stapletons to prevail in a walk. But Ashley Monroes The Blade was one of 2015 s best albums; the Pistol Annies second full-length is full of self-lacerating feeling and instantaneously hummable choruses, and Monroes steely soprano gives her on equivalence with Dolly Parton.

Will acquire: Chris Stapleton, Traveller

Should win: Ashley Monroe, The Blade

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