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[thepotentialof2007]

2023 WRT team photo for WEC after coming 1-2 in the final race of the year with car #41 taking the LMP2 championship

[riley-kore]

Hi guys. As I aim to write more this year here is a fic I’ve been working on.

To say you were pissed was the least. You had taken the last two days off work to prepare for today. You spent the day decorating the apartment and getting everything ready for his birthday and now he wasn’t answering his phone.

You and Lewis have been together for three years and you have managed to keep it private all this time. You lived in LA and Lewis spent most of the time in Europe. Both of you had very busy schedules but you always made things work. Communication had always been the most important and effective part of your relationship. You had made plans weeks ahead for Lewis to spend his birthday with you and he promised to be home on time because you told him you had plans. But here you were as his birthday came to a close sitting and crying after sending the caterers and the musicians that you hired for his private dinner.

You remember the your sister telling you dating Lewis may only cause you pain. Now here you are all dressed up wearing the dress he loves hoping that this feeling will pass.

Lewis entered the apartment hours later ready to rap his day up. When he got to the living room he saw it the Happy Birthday flower wall, the balloons, burnt out candles all over the place.

“ Shit” he mumbled. He quickly walked to the bedroom looking for you but you weren’t there. He searched the other rooms but nothing. He called your phone and a small ring came from the living room. There you were curled up in the tiniest way possible covered in a blanket. He went over and knelt in front of you. Your eyes were puffy and the tear stains were everywhere. He gently shook you.

You open your eyes and saw him. By this point you weren’t angry, you weren’t sad or disappointed; at least not with Lewis but with yourself. You looked at him got up and walked to the bathroom and started getting ready for bed. You listened while he tired to explain himself and tired to apologize. You had a quick shower and put on some underwear and a tshirt before putting your braids in your bonnet and getting into bed and going to sleep.

You woke up about and hour later, he was fast asleep. You put some shorts on and checked your phone. Sitting in your inbox was a post from your best friend. It’s a video of Lewis and while it didn’t show her face it was obvious that there was a woman sitting on his lap. You took a deep breath close it and put your earphones in. You went to the kitchen and grabbed some garbage bags and started cleaning up everything. When your alarm went off it brought you back to reality. You had disposed of everything and you were now wiping down the kitchen. You got to making breakfast. You made Lewis’s favorite. By the time you were finished he was up and standing by the table.

“ Good Morning” you said and kissed him on the cheek. “ I have a meeting at 10 but I’m free for the rest of the day so I’m thinking we can do a private screening of Avatar”

“ I’m sorry about last night” he said

“ Don’t worry about it “ you replied

“ Babe please don’t act like this get upset something” he plead.

“ Lewis I said it’s fine you’ve got nothing to worry about I’m going to have a quick shower while you work out and then imma do some work”

He watched you walk away completely shocked and confused. He was already feeling guilty knowing what he did but your reaction to last night was eating at him. This isn’t you he knew that.

In the bathroom with the door locked you were sitting on the floor with the box you removed from the closet in front of you with tears running down your face. Looking back at you was the tiny race suit and the card that said ‘Future World Champion coming July 2023’.

And all you could hope for was that the last 48 hours did not happen.

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[alltoolewis]

30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

[immobulusmalfoy]

IRISH YOU WOULD KISS ME // George Weasley x Female!Reader

A/N: I sent this as a request to someone ages ago, but decided to take it back as a smutty request for myself as practice. Enjoy! It’s definitely 18+ (1.3k words)

Prompt: Reader and George have been dating for years and you’re attending the Quidditch World Cup together, but you’ve bought a little surprise for him. SMUT.

Warnings: Smut, heavy make out, vaginal penetration, lingerie. No mentions of death eater attack after the end of the match.

“Ginny, come on!” Hermione huffed as the three girls walked around the various stalls at the Quidditch World Cup. She said something else, but you didn’t hear her as another green stall caught your eye.

George had told you all about the betting plans he and Fred had for the match, and while everyone seemed to think Bulgaria would be winning with their champion Krum, you and the twins thought differently.

“Hey, ‘Mione, you two keep going. I’ll catch up.” You grinned as you looked at the contents of an Ireland-themed stall. T-shirts, charmed necklaces, blinking shamrocks, and the best of all—bright green panties emblazoned with a flirty phrase.

“Are you going to get the rest?” Hermione laughed once she realized what you were looking at and pointed at a matching bra with shamrocks over the nipples. She hadn’t left like you expected her to.

“Maybe.” You giggled, exchanging a few knuts for the panties. The seller put them in a green plastic bag and handed them over.

“George will get a huge kick out of those.” Hermione shoves your shoulder a bit as you rejoined Ginny by a booth that reminded you a bit of Honeyduke’s.

“Let’s hope his hunch about the match is right then.” You smirked.

Eventually, you made it back to the tent where the boys were waiting.

“Find anything interesting, darling?” George asked as he attempted to peek into your bag.

“Hands off, Weasley. It’s a surprise for later,” you winked, “but only if you’re good.”

George narrowed his eyes at you, but took his hands away from the bag. “It’s not that easy to surprise me.”

“You’ll like this surprise. Now go get changed. Your dad said we’d be leaving soon and I need to get ready too. It’s going to get chilly.” You smiled as you darted off to the room you, Ginny, and Hermione were sharing.

“Better not be stealing my jumper! I’m more than warm enough for the both of us!” George shouted after you.

You quickly slipped on the panties and the jumper you’d stolen from George earlier in the summer before rejoining the group outside.

“Told you not to steal it.” George pouted. “I wanted to keep you warm.”

“Hush you, you know I’ll be right by your side all night. Now you just focus on making sure your bet is right. I wanna be looking at a champion once this match is won.” You smiled up at him and he leaned down for a quick kiss.

“Love you.” He murmured.

“Get a bloody room, you two.” Fred groaned as he purposely shoved his twin.

“Maybe we will.” You quipped, eyes scanning the horizon. George laughed, pulling you closer into his side.

“Yeah Freddie, you wanna sleep with ickle-Ronnikins tonight?” He teased.

“No thank you.” Fred scoffed, “He snores. Besides, wouldn’t want to enable you two.”

“Suit yourself,” George shrugged, “better keep your back to us and your ears plugged.”

“George!” You gasped, slapping his chest lightly.

“‘m only teasing, darling.”

“Woah.” Fred whistled. “This place is bigger than I thought.”

The stadium itself was massive. Once you reached your spot at the top of the stands, you felt like a tiny ant and you closed your eyes tightly, hands grasping onto George as tight as you could.

“It’s alright, love, I’ve got you.” He whispered as he held onto your waist. “If you get dizzy, just turn your head towards my chest, alright?”

You nodded against his shoulder as he hugged you closer.

Soon enough, the match was won and Fred and George’s theory turned out to be correct. You were all screaming and you almost forgot your fear of heights for awhile because you were so excited. George has smeared tons of his face paint onto your cheeks when he kissed you in victory, and you laughed when Fred’s paint started melting down his neck.

When you reached the tent, you pulled George to the side and pushed him against the wall.

“I’m liking this side of you.” George laughed breathlessly before leaning down to kiss you.

“Got a surprise for you.” You murmured once you broke away from his assault of kisses, hand trailing down his chest. “But you’ll have to wait ‘til we’re alone.”

“Done deal, darling.” He left one last kiss on your lips before darting into the tent. You followed a few seconds later and made your way to the room the twins had been given for the weekend.

George was alone cleaning the rest of his face paint off while the others were in the main room of the tent shouting about the match and too distracted to notice you and George has slipped away.

George pulled you into his room and closed the flaps before muttering a few silencing spells and a cleaning spell for your face.

“So about this surprise,” George smirked, sitting down on his bunk once he’d kicked off his trainers. He pulled you to stand between his legs and you laughed quietly as you gently pulled at the hairs on the nape of his neck.

“You have to find it, Georgie.” You grinned as you held up your arms for him to take off his stolen sweater. Your smile was contagious and he quickly stood with a grin to pull the sweater off your arms.

He pulled the sweater off first, then your undershirt and bra. He then took off your boots and popped the button on your jeans. Once he’d removed those, he caught your laugh in a kiss and turned your back towards him. His laugh was immediate as his hands splayed on your hips.

“Irish you would kiss me, huh? This your big surprise?” George’s eyes were sparkling as he turned you around and smoothed your hair down. You nodded.

“Do you like it?” You asked, pressing kisses to his jaw.

“I love it,” he breathed before pulling you in for a searing kiss and slipped the panties off. He quickly picked you up and situated you on his lap as you worked to pull his jersey up over his head. The jersey was the easy part compared to his pants.

“Darling, stand up for a second, will you?” George huffed, then promptly tripped over his pants as he tried to quickly yank both layers off. You couldn’t help it, laughing at the sight of your boyfriend on the ground next to you.

He growled, yanking on your ankles and knocking you down on top of him. “That’s much better.”

Soon it was all kisses and a flurry of hands as he situated you over his cock and helped you sink down onto him. You both groaned at the feeling, having not been together for weeks.

“I love you,” George whispered in between kisses. “You’re an angel, my Irish angel.”

“I love you too,” you gasped, him hitting just the right spot inside you. He reached a hand down to rub at your clit and soon you were gasping at how close you were. He nodded and sped up the pace, both of you chasing your highs. And then he was groaning and you were swallowing both your moans as you reached your peaks together.

George smoothed our your hair again as he pulled you off of him and grabbed a clean towel to clean you up with.

“Have I ever told you how bloody amazing you are?” He smiled at you as he grabbed a clean tshirt, your bra, and a pair of his basketball shorts for you to put on. You took them gratefully and got dressed alongside him.

“Only a few times a day, but a girl could get used to such comments from her wonderful boyfriend.” You kissed his cheek again before pulling him out his door to join the others.

“What took you two so long?” Fred yelled as soon as you’d made an appearance.

“Georgie needed help with his face paint.” You winked, and Fred groaned.

“You two better have cleaned up your mess.” Fred warned you both quietly.

“Don’t you worry, Freddie, I made sure to toss all the evidence in the top bunk.” George smiled innocently.

“But that’s mine!” Fred blanched.

“You did say to get a room,” you shrugged.

[wyofabdoms]

Ten Days - Day Eight

Characters: Javier Peña x female reader

Summary: Javier is shot and refuses to take his antibiotic while recuperating. You get creative and make him a deal that ensures he will take his medicine everyday: one kiss for one pill. It's gonna be a long 10 days.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major character injury, slow burn, mutually unrequited, angst, swearing, soft and sweet Javi, period appropriate sexism, brief mention of broken Javi

Word Count: 2484

Note: You have a bad day at work and seek out Javi to keep you company.

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The Friday work day ends early for you and finds you seething as you stomp up the stairs to your apartment carrying two loaded bags, one stuffed with your favorite take out food, the other clinking with multiple bottles of red wine (and one large bottle of whiskey).  

It had been that kind of day.

All you wanted to do was drink yourself into a fuzzy stupor so you could forget the bullshit from today. The second you’re in your apartment, you shuck off your work clothes in the main entryway and pop open a bottle of wine in the kitchen wearing nothing but your bra and underwear.  As you gulp down the first sharp taste of tart alcohol, you wander to your bedroom.  By the time you’ve washed your face, put your hair up out of your face and changed into comfy shorts and a ratty tshirt, your glass is empty.  It’s a good thing tomorrow’s Saturday because you can tell right now you’re probably going to have a major headache in the morning.  You click on your record player and turn up your favorite Bruce Springsteen album, then snuggle into your couch with your food, another full glass and a trashy romance novel.  A few bites into your meal, though, and your train of thought wanders back to your day and you lose your appetite.

How dare they!  How dare they all.  YOU were the one responsible for that intel.  After the shit you’d had to do to track down that punk bartender and get him to talk...no one even bothered to acknowledge it. Not that you required them to stoke your ego and tell you how great you were, it wasn’t like that at all.  It was when you were passed over despite your hard work and someone else completely undeserving earned the praise that infuriated you. It was always that way (most of the time, anyway).  Every single male colleague you worked with always seemed to overlook the fact that, more often than not, you brought things to investigations that might not normally have happened; that you worked as hard as they did...oftentimes harder.  You had to to be successful in a man’s world. You were damn good at your job.  As cliche as it sounded, you often thought it as your woman’s intuition...an idea that many people scoffed at, but you knew was actually a legitimate and important trait.  But today had been more than just the usual workplace sexism.  Once again you had been overlooked as being an integral part of the team.  It happened so often by now that you were still surprised when it stung so much.  Today you had just felt like breaking.  So you had left work early...not even bothering to clock out or finish your paperwork.  

Fuck them!

You couldn’t stop yourself this time.  Tears began to fall again (Christ, when did you become such a crybaby?!?) and you shoved your face into a throw pillow as you sobbed for several minutes, getting the anger and frustration out of your system.  It was so unfair.  And you knew that if you had been born with a penis and were in the same situation, it would be a different story all together.  You also felt a pang of longing: if Javier hadn’t been sidelined and out of commission, you know he would have had your back today.  He was the one exception to the sexism you experience (most of the time).  It had taken some coaching on your part when you had first become partners; he had made his fair share of blunders that had hurt you and been unfair.  But he had always listened when you had called him on his bullshit, when you had explained how the things he had done or said made you feel, explained how they were not fair solely based on the fact that you were female.  Early on he had acknowledged when he was wrong.  He still occasionally did or said something thoughtless, but he usually was quick to recognize when he was wrong and he had inadvertently become your champion when things like today happened.  Though you hated to admit it, when he spoke up to others on your behalf, it made you feel good...although it also enraged you that a man’s voice pointing out your hard work was heard by the other men in a room rather than them all just recognizing it on their own.  Javi would have stood up for you today if he had been there.

Thinking about your partner reminds you that you should probably check in with him before you get too tanked...you definitely don’t want to interact with him after you’ve had as much wine as you were planning to have...and after you’ve been reading things you know you’ll encounter in your book.

You snatch up the bottle of whiskey, not bothering to hunt down his keys and patter down the hall to his apartment, tap, tap, tapping on his door, enjoying the soft buzz the wine was making you feel on the edges of your thoughts, eager to make sure he was set for the evening so that you could get back your own apartment.

As soon as Javi opened the door you realized immediately that you had made several critical errors despite only being one glass of wine in.  His eyes immediately traveled down your body, taking in your exposed neck; it was unusual for you to wear your hair up like this. They roamed further and assessed your t-shirt with hardly any elastic, the collar hanging low and dipping off one shoulder.  Despite the fact that you swam in the material, it was obvious to his keen eye that you were not wearing a bra beneath it.  You started to shuffle a little as his eyes traveled further and raked down your bare legs, his lips curling into a smirk when he saw your bright yellow, fuzzy socks.  You rolled your eyes at his roaming gaze.  My champion...you thought sarcastically.

“Hey!”  You said loudly, snapping your fingers in front of his face a few times then waving your hand in front of your own face, drawing his eyes away from your exposed legs.  “My eyes are up here, Peña. You don’t need to be lookin’ anywhere else.” He shot you a guilty grin, knowing he was caught and you felt some pressure leave your chest.  After his apology last night and the unspoken sweet moment that followed, you were afraid things might be weird between you.  Thankfully, though, things felt ok...until you see the smile drop from his face and his forehead crease in concern.

“What happened?”  He asks.  You pause, confused by what he means.  Then you realize: you had just been sobbing into a pillow in your apartment...no doubt your face looked as puffy and red as it felt.  You held up the bottle of whisky.

“I got passed over for another commendation today.” Your voice was full of false cheeriness, edged in steel and highlighted with fury.  Javi’s eyebrows came together  “Agent Dickhead got it instead.  Want to have a celebratory shot with me?”  

“Sure,” and he stepped back from the doorway to let you in.

***

Javi was appropriately outraged along with you at the injustice of the entire situation as you sat at his kitchen table.  After inviting you in, he had gotten glasses for you both as well as a bowl of chips and you had poured them each a drink. Out of the corner of your eye, you had seen him glance at you to check that your back was turned and you had watched as he knocked back a pill from the bottle next to the sink, keeping his back to you, and making no mention of it.  One shot had turned to two and you both went back and forth between chuckling and spitting ire over for the incompetence of the man who had wrongfully received the recognition that you deserved.  After your partner poses a particularly explicit hypothetical question regarding “Agent Dickhead’s” relationship with his mother that leaves you clutching your sides in a fit of giggles, he sighs.

“Sorry I wasn’t there.  I know you don’t need me or anything like that, that’s not what I mean, but…” he trails off for a moment and fiddles with his glass on the table before finishing.  “...I just wish I could have said something.  You don’t deserve to be treated like shit.”  You sigh too and lean back in your chair.

“Thanks.  I appreciate you saying that.”  You sit in an amicable silence.  Then you shift in your seat, stretching your legs from where you had tucked them up under you  “I should go.  I don’t want to keep you, I just…” your frustration from the day hits you again like a ton of bricks and in the next instant, to your utter horror you are blubbering into your hands, your shoulders shaking, trying not to sob hysterically in front of what you are sure is your mortified partner.  

You hear his chair scrap across the kitchen tile and you feel more than see him kneeling next to you on the floor.  Before you can react to his closeness, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his solid frame.  You think for a moment that you should pull away...but you just can’t. You breath him in as you lay your head against his chest and cry into his shirt, the soft smell of soap and cigarettes giving you something else to focus on besides your hurt and rage and you feel your tears start to subside just a little.  He buries his face in your hair for just a moment, taking a deep breath and releasing it in a heavy sigh, then he props his chin on top of your head, tightening his arms a little bit more around you.  

You stay like that for a while, his arms cocooned around you, you letting him hold you while you cry yourself out.  He’s told you before there is nothing more terrifying to a man than a woman in tears and you know how uncomfortable it makes him feel.  This isn’t the first time you’ve cried in front of him; it’s happened before on a few occasions, but it has never resulted in anything quite so intimate.  He usually slings an arm around your shoulders or simply sits next to you patiently, waiting until all of your tears are spent.  And then there had been that one terrible, dark time when you had found him curled up in the locker room at work at two in the morning, his head clutched in his hands, shoulders shaking, silently sobbing into the wall.  You had never been so frightened of anything as you had been then, seeing him so broken in front of you. You had held him and the two of you had never spoken of it again save for his grunted thanks the following day.  

You close your eyes and allow yourself to feel safe, feel small, feel cared for, even if only for a few moments.  Your breath comes in shallow stutters as your breathing begins to regulate.  Reluctantly, you pull back, sniffling and wiping your nose with the back of your hand.  You touch the wet front of his shirt, chuckling your apologies, embarrassed.  He shakes his head and shrugs in response and you force yourself to look at him.

His eyes are full of something that makes your heart pound.  The longing from previous nights, a reflection of your own hurt, and something that can only be described as adoration.  He brings his hands from around you and frames your face along your jaw, his thumbs carefully tracing the trails your tears have made on your cheeks, wiping away the last of the wet streaks.  

“You ok?”  He gruffs softly, the question reflected in his soft, sweet brown eyes as they search yours.  You can only nod, hypnotized by the incredible tenderness you see in his face.  For all of the resolve you have always had that has kept you from crossing the line with this man, you have never felt so much weakness as you do in this moment.  Every part of your being screams at you to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him; to beg him to touch you, to make love to you.  You know if you did he would oblige you.  He would make you forget how hurt you are by work, make you feel like the most special person in the whole wide world, make you splinter apart under his ministrations.  All you had to do was close your eyes and lean forward…

...Before you can convince yourself to act or not, Javi makes the decision for you.  Cradling your head in his hands, he leans forward, pressing a soft, sweet kiss to your lips.  It lacks the heat of the last time your lips touched, but strikes a perfect balance between chaste and lustful, pressing just long enough to be more than a peck, but not so long that either of you get lost in your desires.  He pulls away after a few tender moments, pausing as he does just millimeters from your face, his eyes open and studying you carefully, taking a moment to breathe in the air from your exhalation, his lips hovering over yours.  Your eyes remain closed, though, unable to look at him for fear of wrapping yourself around him and shoving him to the floor to ravish him.  He lowers his head, his forehead brushing your mouth and he lets out a shaky sigh.  He whispers your name as though casting a spell and you open your eyes, staring at his lowered head until he raises it again.

He looks at you for a moment longer, then rocks back onto his heels and pulls himself up to standing, taking you along with him.  You stand a little too close to each other for just a moment, heat crackling across the small space that separates you, your palms flat on his chest, his hands resting on your elbows before they drop to his sides. He takes a small step back and the raw desire you see in him frightens you.

You mumble your thanks for the company and the drink along with an apology for losing your shit on him.  He waves you off, telling you not to worry about it, never breaking eye contact. You swallow hard and blink before saying goodnight and making your way back to your own apartment, your legs suddenly feeling like they’re made of jelly and your heart pounding so hard you’re amazed he doesn’t hear it all the way down the hall.

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[sparklingchan]

Stray Kids AU

Stray Kids soulmate AU

Prompt : The name of your soulmate appears on your body only after that person falls in love with you.

A/N: this was sooooo fun to write but it turned out rather long but please the whole thing,I swear it'll be worth every minute🥺

Warnings : None.

1. Bang Chan

You met him for the first time when you went to the movies one evening,alone ,trying to take your mind off the upcoming exams.

He was seated to your left,his mind completely focused on the movie . He wore a black tshirt with a black jacket and a pair of baggy pants but you couldn't help but notice how attractive he looked even in the dark.

You also subtly noticed the bandaids around his fingers and the reddened knuckles and the tired and exhausted look on his face ,which you were very familiar with because it is the same expression you see when you look into the mirror.

"Are you like a boxer or something?" You weren't the kind to go around talking to random strangers at movies but this time your curiosity got the better of you.

He looked at you ,confused ,but answered anyway. "No. I'm a musician "

"Then what's with the bruised hands?"

He looks down at his hands and laughs,shaking his head. "Let's just say I overwork myself a little too much sometimes". Fair enough.

"I'm y/n by the way " you offer your hand and he takes it,smiling from ear to ear. "I'm Chan"

You notice his lack of snacks and a cold drink and you couldn't help but offer your extra large bucket of popcorn ,which previously you were sure you could finish on your own but now, not so anymore.

He thanks you,dipping his hands in and grabbing a fistful of popcorn,a small but very noticeable blush tinting his cheeks.

That night,he offers to walk you home and you couldn't say no. You stood at your doorstep,smiling to yourself as he turns around and walks back home.

The moment he is out of your sight,you feel a sudden pain in your left forearm.

Rolling your sleeves up till your elbow,you are stunned to see "Bang Chan" cleanly written there.

2. Lee Minho

You hated Lee Minho from the bottom of your heart. He went to the same dance studio as you and ever since you guys had a minor argument about something regarding a particular step,he's felt like nothing but a nuisance.

He knew that you disliked him so he made sure to bother you even more. Sometimes he'd make fun of your frizzy hair and sometimes he'd simply grab your phone out of nowhere and run. He even ate your food without any permission.

But one day ,your dance teacher paired you two up together for a couple contemporary dance competition.

You were so close to strangling Minho everytime he looked at you with that smirk on his face as you guys practiced day and night. But you also couldn't help but acknowledge how perfect his every movement was.

It was the day before your competition when Minho fell in the bathroom and fractured his leg,forcing your duo to back out from the competition.

You honestly weren't a bit angry or sad about it since it was a small internal competition but you knew he was upset with himself so you went to visit him at his dorm.

"I'm sorry, y/n " he had said. That's the saddest you've ever seen him look and to be very honest, you hated it.

"Shut up ,idiot. It's not a big deal " you gave him the donuts you bought earlier as he looks up at you ,smiling brightly.

When you were about to leave, he asked you if you could drop by often. His eyes looked at everywhere but you.

"Why?" You giggled. He looked down shyly. "I realized you're not that bad to hang out with "

You laughed, pressing a small kiss on his cheek. "I'll come by often"

When you reached home,you felt a strong sting at your forearm.

And on observing closely at the burning area,you see "Lee Minho" written in big,bold letters.

3. Seo Changbin

You hated your job ,you really did but everything changed when your new colleague, Changbin, arrived. He was the funniest,nicest and most talented mam you'd ever met.

A few weeks into the friendship,he had already made you listen to the songs he composed. His smile when you complimented him was something to die for.

And Whenever you felt down ,he would make some silly jokes and he'd instantly brighten up your mood.

And you didn't want to deny it,you had developed a crush on him.

It was a rainy afternoon in your office when you saw Changbin walk inside your executive director's cabin. You knew that it could never mean something good.

When he came out of the office,almost half an hour later,his eyes looking down at the floor and his ears red ,you knew he had gotten a nice scolding from your shitty boss.

You knew because a few months ago you'd been in the the same position too.

But instead of coming back to his seat,you saw him walk out of the office. Mindlessly,you followed him into the terrace .

"He's a stupid asshole,don't fret yourself about it" you wrapped your arm around his. He sighed, ruffling his hair with the other hand.

"I'm going to punch that man one day " he gritted his teeth. You were so used to him being a smily ,funny man ,you were scared when you saw him this angry.

"He's not worth your attention,I'm telling you " . He only replied by shrugging.

You two decided to have dinner together that night.

"I hope there's a next time to this" he had said,shyly, His smile doing wonders to your heart. As his car disappeared around the corner,you felt your heart swell with a warm feeling.

The next morning,you woke up with a stinging pain in your forearm and when you checked it out,your heart skipped a beat on seeing 'Seo Changbin ' written there.

4. Hwang Hyunjin

You'd never seen a man as beautiful and amazing as Hyunjin. Although he probably never noticed you,you noticed him. All the girls in your college did and you were no exception to that.

You were more than excited when your teacher told you that you two were supposed to do a project together.

Initially, you were expecting him to be a brat ,given his popularity among women ( and men OFC) but he turned out to be a warm person,making you feel guilty for thinking that way about him in the first place.

He helped you all he could ,and you also realised at that time that he was not just a handsome face ,he was pretty smart too.

After working hours on the project at your house,you two would sometimes just spend time talking to each other. It wasn't even forced; you guys just clicked naturally.

On the day the project finished, you decided to bake cookies for him and even packed some for him to take home. "This is a thank you gift"

His whole face lit up as he took the jar of cookies from you. "I should be the one thanking you "

Before he left,he gives you tight hug and then a kiss on your forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow "

While you prepared dinner that evening,you felt a weird sting on your forearm,as if a bug bit you. Putting down the spoon,you checked out your forearm for any signs of a bug bite.

Your cheeks turned red when you saw that it wasn't a bug bite. "Hwang Hyunjin " was printed onto your skin in a clean and neat handwriting.

5. Han Jisung

You were the new producer intern at JYP entertainment and although unfamiliar to most people,you felt quite comfortable at home. You first met Han Jisung when he popped his head through your studio door,mistaking your studio for some else's.

His cheeks turned red with embarrassment, as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm sorry. I thought this room was Mike's."

You smiled shyly. "Its alright. Don't apologize please." He then slowly stepped into the studio,his hands behind his back.

"Are you new here ? Haven't seen you before " You nodded in response . He thrusted his hand towards you,his lips curving up into a smile.

"I'm Jisung. I am a trainee here" he said. "Nice to meet you ,Jisung. I'm y/n,a new intern producer"

You then proceeded to tell him that you have in fact heard about him and his team ,3racha,from other producers. He giggled,clearly embarrassed. "Yeah. I do compose a little, here and there "

Needless to say,over time you guys had developed an unbreakable bond not only through music but also the similar way that you two click with each other. It's as if you both had found a safe haven in each other.

A few months later,he told you that he wanted to show you a song he was working on. And excited, you quickly agreed to it.

For someone who was only a few months older than you,his music style was way more mature than yours. The way every beat,every chord ,every lyric sticks out beautifully, you couldn't help but clap as the song ended.

"That was amazing,Jisung. You're gonna put all us producers out of work!" You had teased.

He gave you his signature smile and shook his head . "You guys are going to be big one day, I can feel it " you told him.

He stopped for a second and stared at you ,his fingers fumbling with his laptop. "But you'll still be here right? Even if we do get big one day,you'll still be there with me right?"

You smiled ,as he took your hand in his. "Yes. I'll be there "

As soon as Jisung left the studio after a few minutes,you suddenly felt as if your arm was on fire. Alarmed ,you decided to check the area .

"Han Jisung" was written on your forearm.

6. Felix Lee

You loved swimming more than anything in the world and you were so good at it,people at your school saw you as their swimming champion.

But it all changed when Lee Felix joined your school. He was an amazing swimmer and as much as it hurt your ego to admit it,Felix was better than you .

You couldn't help but feel jealous and even though he was in the same swimming team as you ,you never bothered to acknowledge him. He did try to befriend you but your ego was too big to pay heed to him.

On his birthday, when he invited you to his house for a party,you couldn't say no to those pleading eyes. You told yourself you went out of pity but that's not entirely true.

The party wasn't half as bad as you had thought and by the time the party died down,you also realized you were being too harsh on Felix. His sunshine like smile and cheerful personality worked magic on you.

He offered to walk you home since you insisted on walking back home alone . You agreed because your houses weren't very far apart.

"Do you hate me or something?" He caught you off guard as you find the right words to answer him.

You shook your head ." I don't hate you,Felix. I guess...I was just envious"

He chuckled. " you shouldn't be" and you nodded. He was right, you shouldn't be jealous and right now,in this moment you realise how ridiculous those feelings were.

You stopped at your gate and looked up at him,smiling ,and then gave him a quick hug

But before he could say anything you ran into your house.

The moment you close the door behind you,your forearm starts hurting really bad. And when you check it out to see what's causing it ,you see the name 'Lee Felix ' written on your skin.

7. Kim Seungmin

Kim Seungmin was that one cute boy from your school who dropped by at the library you work at every day.

He always greeted you with the brightest smile on earth and often chatted with you before he left the library. You had gotten used to his positive energy.

But one evening he came in,his eyes tired and mouth pressed in a small smile. He didn't even greet you ,which broke your heart a little.

He sat on the farthest corner of the library, a book open in front of him but his eyes and mind were elsewhere . You approached him.

"What's wrong?" He looked at you with tear filled eyes. "I didn't do well in my maths paper "

You softly patted his back. " hey,it's okay . Everyone knows you're good at maths and plus it was just an internal assessment. It won't hamper your finals "

"But that's the thing,y/n. I'm not good at maths. I am fairly good at the other subjects but I suck at maths,big time "

You looked at his sorry face and realised how much his grades mattered to him unlike you who didn't give too much thought to it . "I'm good at maths. If you want ,I could tutor you "

His face broke into a smile as he placed his hand on yours.

"You would?" You nodded as his smile turned even bigger.

You walked back to the reception after Seungmin calmed down,having discussed the timings for his math tutions and making him promise you free ice cream for the rest of your life in return for your favour.

You suddenly felt a sting on your forearm and on inspecting your forearm ,you saw the name 'Kim Seungmin' written in big letters as your stomach did a backflip in anticipation of what is to come.

8. Yang Jeongin

Jeongin and you had been best friends since childhood. Your parents were friends too so naturally you grew up to be closer than anyone.

But as you both entered teenage, you started seeing him as more than just a friend . So you distanced yourself from him. Over time ,he stopped trying to earn you back and you two grew apart.

It was the last year of high school and everyone was busy preparing for the Winter Ball. You weren't going(obviously),not just because you had no date but also because you didn't want to see Jeongin with someone else.

The morning of the ball arrived and your friends had given up on trying to convince you to go with them.

You were sitting on your sofa while eating breakfast when the doorbell rang.

"I heard that you weren't coming to the ball,y/n " Jeongin looked at you with sad eyes.

You looked at your feet,embarrassed . "Yes."

He sighed,walking into your house. "Why, y/n?"

You told him that you didn't have a date but he refused to believe that to be the only reason. He grabbed your shoulders,looking into your eyes. You heart was beating so fast you were sure you might pass out any minute.

"You like me,don't you? Isn't that the reason why you stopped hanging out with me? Please tell me its true" Your forearm started hurting badly at that moment but you ignored it,there were more important things to do than worry about a sore arm .

"Yes " you didn't want to lie to him anymore . You were tired of being afraid and playing safe all the time . For once,maybe bravery might be a better option.

He smiled from ear to ear ,wrapping you in his arms and snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. "I do too ,you dumbo. "

While your heart leaped with happiness ,the pain in your arm increased so you quickly checked the area whilst still in his embrace.

'Yang Jeongin ' was written on your skin and you knew what it meant. You knew that he was the one for you.

[softer-ua]

Idea that’s been living in my head rent free this week: Hippies BNHA ~a the looks, the music, the activism~

The biggest is Deku singing Piece of My Heart by Janis Joplin. He’s a 💚🌼forever flower child🌼💚 full fro, suade vest with matching pants, flower power shirt, large peace pendant and an over sized Give Peace A Chance button. He couldn’t go to the war front but became a nurse over there and then counselor at a VA hospital. Sicken by what he’s seen, what he knows his countries done.

Second biggest is of course, Bakugo - a night on the town is high waist black bell bottoms with an orange and black satin shirt as explosive as him/ his day to day look is an over sized military jacket, his own dog tags, aviators, and a black “fuck the military and their lies” shirt. One of the first to come back from Vietnam, his dad was a ww2 vet, thought he was doing something honorable for his fellow man. All he got is shrapnel in his arms and visions that won’t let him sleep. Remet Deku when he got back and Deku is working at the VA hospital, he’s not in Dekus group but sees him around- Green River by Creedence Clearwater Revival.

Other honorable mentions

LOV- everyone, every single one, dressed as tacky pimps with different color schemes, they hurt to look at all together.Runs a very sketchy disco bar. Renegade by Styx

Endeavor- also dressed like a pimp, awful orange and blue and zebra combo. He supports the war. Hate these hippie kids. Runs an ammo company loved by the nra. Run Through The Jungle by Creedence Clearwater Revival

AM- still rocking the 50’s greacer look, twice the man Endeavor will ever be 😌Rip It Up by Little Richard

Aizawa- sleepy cardigan 60’s man, putting these kids back together is exhausting. He’s Bakugos counselor. Sound Of Silence by Simon Garfunkel

Mic- is with the times and is all about the TIE DYE. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen (come on he’d adore singing this!)

Todorki- his hero janitor suit now has bell bottoms 😂 otherwise he looks casually fashionable, muted tones, an ally to the blue collar working man because fuck you dad and your elitist pro war bs. Fire And Rain by James Taylor

Iida- turtleneck and blazer combo King™️, a suave nerdy man I Stan. Championing safety regulations in cars, getting these kids in some mf seat belts. Does car races to raise awareness. Slow Ride by Foghats

Ochako- homemade bell sleeve dresses and a good pair of gogo boots, she owns a tambourine. She volunteers at the VA hospital Everyday People by Sly and the Family Stone

Tsuyu- florals and frogs on all her flowey blouses, the og go green gurl 🌏 Born on the Bayou by Creedence Clearwater Revival

Tokoyami- the og goth look, crushed black velvet, taking on Christian Puritans and their grip on the government. Wants community to mean something more than bakesales for a pastors new car. Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones

Shoji- He’s dressed like a detective idk why. Ex church goer, couldn’t stand the praise he got when he came back. Tokoyami doesn’t praise him but gives him somewhere to focus his atonement. Great at community outreach, just always seems to have enough hands to do everything. Keeps his mind and body busy, and he’s grateful for it. Moondance by Van Morrison

Shinso- A purple disco suit? How does he make it look like casual wear? The world may never know. A slam poetry king. Makes people feel and wanna create change. Somebody To Love by Queen

Kaminari- electric yellow bell bottoms and low v-neck satin tshirt, looks simple and sexy until he gets his long fuzzy matching yellow leopard jacket 😂 He just wants to have fun now that he’s back, he got hit by lightning and almost died and somehow that wasn’t the worst thing that happened over there. Play That Funky Music by Wild Cherry

Kirishima- rocking full David Bowie with face paint vibes, couldn’t be himself in the army but he’s fighting to change that back home. Heros by David Bowie

Mina- she’s a trend setter and her looks are closer to the 80’s, basically just her hero costume. Vibrance Is For Everyone. Eco friendly makeup start up. Has done acid lol. Dancing Queen by ABBA

Sero- flowey floral shirts and solid colored bell bottoms, is one of maybe 5 people on earth who look good in a fedora, they match his tropical color schemes. He is the flyer king, no one knows how he gets them all up and so stuck fast, but by god is he great to have on your side when you need to get a message out. The Joker by Steve Miller Band

Jiro- my Make Music Not War queen 🎶 proceeds from her shows go to bringing our boys home. She’s small but she wins the bar fights Listen To The Music by Doobie Brothers

Momo- Balzers with shoulder pads😌 she’s the boss and you know it, she’s in that court room fighting for women’s rights. Killer Queen by Queen

Koda- sweater vests for days 🥺 for someone so quiet his animal rights activism is hella loud, him and Tsyu meet up a lot. Drift Away by Dobie Gray

Aoyama- white ruffled blouse and purple bell bottoms MAKE THEM GLITTER ✨ owns a disco bar. You Sexy Thing by Hot Chocolate

Sato- solid colored open button down shirts with matching pants, no undershirt, gold chain. Big on getting food companies to be more transparent. Animal Crackers by Melanie

Hagakure- she’s a living disco ball and has gogo boots in every color. Works with Aoyama. Hot Child In The City by Nick Gilder

Ojiro- simple tunics and pants, just a very down to earth hippie. Absolutely fascinated and overwhelmed by Hagakure. Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd

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[maewestside]

KEEP YA HEAD UP: Legends Never Die, They Just Multiply

by Heidi Siegmund Cuda aka Maewestside

Every time you hear a 2Pac song, he’s reborn again. Each time another street-fighting hopeful enters the ring, Muhammad Ali lifts the rope.

We are the City of Angels, and angels are everywhere, sending indirect signs, helping us to keep our head up even in moments of great despair.

That love you feel for Kobe Bryant, that’s something special, something to carry in your heart. As long as he’s in your heart, he lives on forever.

Legends never die, they just multiply—schoolyard poets, writing licks on scraps of paper at recess; middle school athletes blessed with talent working as if they had none, because that’s what Kobe did.

The lessons they left behind, schooling us, a piece lives on in every heart that beats.

TO LIVE AND DIE IN LA

The impromptu weeklong memorial for Kobe and his daughter Gianna brought out the angels en masse. A courteousness and a grace permeated the crowd of mourners, decked out in that incongruous pairing of gold and plum, forgiven by aesthetes because the colors have come to embody greatness.

Anyone who saw Kobe play knows he’s legend. I got to see a 65-point game on March 16, 2007, where the Lakers were down by seven points in the last minute and a half, and with grace and ease, Kobe just kept nailing those three-pointers, leading the Lakers to victory over Portland. I remember thinking that he was the most graceful court dancer I’d ever seen, only learning this week just how hard he worked for those moves.

SHED SO MANY TEARS

Kobe once said, “I was blessed with talent though I worked as if I had none.”

That right there. Legends work hard. We only see the results. Fred Astaire glided across the dance floor as if on clouds of air, but the perfection was the result of endless practice.

Muhammad Ali danced like a butterfly and stung like a bee because he trained six days a week, shadow boxing, pounding the bag, sparring—not because he liked it but because he knew if he didn’t quit, he’d live the rest of his life as a champion. Word.

In the last year of his life, 2Pac would tell his driver to pull over so he could jump out and grab a spiral bound notebook, lyrics flooding out of him that he had to capture, instinctively knowing his time on earth might be short. His poetry, forever etched into our consciousness.

MAN OF THE PEOPLE

On night number five in downtown, the Kobe vigil was in full swing. Family units, travelers from Nicaragua and Tallahassee, women in stilettos, cuz, you never know. Vendors selling Kobe scarves, churros, handmade key chains, bacon wrapped hot dogs, his image etched on wood carvings, tshirts with the wings that were tattooed on his bicep now adorning his back.

I stopped for a pair of street tacos, asking the women preparing them what Kobe meant to her. She told me, “He spent time with us, the people, you know. He wasn’t above anyone.”

She said he stopped by her restaurant and refused to jump the line, telling her to treat him just like another customer. She wiped away a tear with her gloved hand, as I put four bucks in her fanny pack. There’s little doubt in my mind Kobe would have appreciated the entrepreneurism his tragedy inspired in the locals.

I walked through the streets admiring the freshly inked arms, reflecting how we mourn in L.A., with tattoos and paint, body canvas and abandoned buildings. Even if you didn’t hear the news that Sunday morning, all you had to do was drive through the streets, the handiwork of taggers already paying tribute. “RIP Kobe,” in Olde English, covering aged bricks.

HOW TO BE A MAN

“Dear Kobe, thank you for teaching me how to be a man, on and off the court,” wrote a fan on the canvas outside Staples Center. On a scrap of binder paper next to a flickering candle with “Long Live Kobe” written in sharpie, a mourner wrote a four stanza poem, the third stanza reading: “Oh what it means, to be a dad, Oh what it means, to rise from bad.”

At their best, legends make us better people. They make us work harder, strive for more and teach us to overcome adversity.

L.A. is an imperfect place, beautiful and flawed. The legends that spring from here are brilliant, beautiful and flawed. But it’s the brilliance and beauty that stay with us.

CALIFORNIA LOVE

The world is mourning the loss of a legend, but L.A. is mourning the loss of family. The kindness of strangers that permeates the downtown vigil is a moment for L.A. and one I cherish.

Kobe murals are popping up throughout the city, a sea of post-its creating a rainbow of love. So much raw beauty in this City of Angels.

As long as there’s a can of paint, the whirring of needles and archival footage, Kobe Bryant, like Pac and Ali, will flame eternal.

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Author Heidi Siegmund Cuda wrote the first book of rap, “The Ice Opinion” with Ice T; and “Got Your Back”, with the bodyguard of 2Pac. She also authored “Crazy Fool: Portrait of a Punk” about Sublime’s Bradley Nowell, and “Definition of Down” with Darlene Ortiz, an original b-girl and Ice T’s first wife.

[aaronmascoll]

Chalter 47 - Colt

To say Vera was Colt's girlfriend was a bit of an exaggeration. She was more of a stalker if he truly had to give it a name. Though Colt could have, he never really told her to leave him alone. Even as she followed him around, and hung out with all his friends, Colt never bother to tell her to go away. Maybe it was because he was intrigued by her. She knew ancient Greek and Latin, could tell him very vivid stories of Greece and other lands, and all around didn't care what people thought about her. They made fun of her, called her names, threw stuff at her, stole her clothes from her locker while she was showering, and bullied her into doing things, every single day.

Colt eventually asked Vera out, and despite knowing about the situation between Colt, Jackson, and Leila, she said yes. But, dating still didn't stop Vera from following Colt around. She was there whenever he was talking to someone, following him home, and spying on him anytime he thought he was alone. Colt woke up once in the middle of the night, and found her in his bed asleep. That one he didn't mind. And she never thought he would cheat on her, she just never wanted to be a way from him.

Despite her smothering him, Colt loved Vera in a way he could never love Leila. And the day she died, Colt thought he could never love anyone again. But, Leila was there for him, and so were all his other friends. Even Jackson had came home to be there for him. So, to see her again, not as the Vera he knew, but as a demigod everyone knew to be the son of Zeus, Colt felt like his world had been turned upside down, again.

"I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner," Colt said to Angel.

After they returned to the bar, and Al received her box, unopened, she disappeared. Colt went to Angel's room upstairs and laid down until the suns went down. He couldn't sleep, and if he couldn't sleep, neither could she. "Realize what?" Angel asked him.

"That name, Toffler Zapp, she mentioned it before. Back on earth she said she had dreams where she was another person, but they didn't feel like dreams, they felt more like memories."

"How did she look?"

"Happy. Now that I think about it she looked happy. She was smiling."

"She was probably happy to finally see you. She has been here a very long time."

"Your right, the time skip."

Colt had learned about the time skip when he claimed the throne in the shadow realm. Travel to, and from, The Realm of Champions took a hundred thousand years. The time spent traveling there would pass instantaneously, and couldn't be avoided, rushed, or skipped. The shadow realm was a another dimension inside The Realm of Champions. Which is why Colt could travel there and back instantly.

While Colt thought about something Samael told them the first day they arrived, Riot came barging into their room. "Angel!" She screamed. "Come quick, something's wrong with Al."

Colt and Angel followed Riot as she ran downstairs to the bar. It was just past midnight, so that meant it was finally Saturday and the bar would be empty till around noon. Al was lying face down on the bar floor when they found her. She was wearing a black tshirt, and boxer shorts. Angel went to her and called her name, but Al didn't reply. She examined her with magic, but couldn't find anything wrong with her. "I woke up, and she was gone." Riot said. "So, I came down stairs there she was. She wont talk, she won't move, I tried to rolling her over, and she just rolled back."

"Let me see her," Colt said.

Colt got down on the floor, and looked Al in the eyes. She looked at him for about two seconds, then stared at the floor. "Is she bipolar?" He asked.

Angel and Riot looked at eachother, and silently agreed on something. "No," Riot said. "What she has is worse. She has really huge mood swings. She had this medicine she's supposed to take everyday, but she ran out about a week ago."

"Where does she get it?"

"From a priest."

"Then let's go get some."

"He only deals with Al, because she's a champion for Samael."

Colt stood up and headed for the door. "Well, seeing how he's my father, he'll deal with me."

Colt and Riot went out into the rain, and found a hooded man in red robes. The man held out his hand, and handed Colt a black envelope. Colt opened the envelope, and took out a small piece of black paper, with words written in red ink on it. The paper read, "Take care of your sister, or else. Dad."

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[thebloodlinereigns]

The Thoughts on Roman

Now that I have had some time to calm down and truly think about every thing that has happened since Monday regarding Joe’s ( Roman’s) announcement, I recently read an article from an interview that HHH did about it. Based on my interpretation, Triple H said that Roman wanted to make the first diagnosis something that he talked about later in his career as a way of saying,” look how far I came and what I had to go through.” Reading those words and looking in hindsight, I am so glad that he chose to keep it a secret. Hear me out before you come for me, had Roman chose to use this information about his personal struggle with leukemia when he first started wrestling people would have immediately formed their own opinions. We see this within another article posted saying that Roman’s timeline about his cancer doesn't “add up”. He would have been placed under even further scrutiny and people would have instantly wrote it off as another WWE ploy to make Roman get over with the crowd. I respect the decision and it protects the legacy that he has already built for himself. All of his accolades and achievements go untarnished because it isn't that question mark as to say did he really have cancer. Maybe I am wrong and people would have just left him be but given the track record of haters, it plausible. Even with the current announcement people are still saying the same thing. He secured his legacy and now looking back his story becomes the ultimate underdog story that reveals the making of The Big Dog. It was a very smart choice and I could have easily seen this being something he took to his Hall of Fame speech later in his career when he decided to make the decision to divulge this information. 

Moving along to the heart of the matter, this news shook me to my core. I have never been so devastated while watching wrestling. I think I took this harder that Eddie’s death. I was at work in the break room of my unit. I was so glad to clock out at 7:02pm ( as a nurse this is striking gold), I look up at the screen and see that Roman is on there and I light up but instantly notice that he is in a strange mood. The long pause he takes when he first comes out, the slower walk to the ring, the way he changes how he holds the title, and when makes it to the ring and says, “For months, maybe even a whole year, I've come out here as Roman Reigns and said I'd come out here every week, that I'd be a fighting champion, that I was going to be consistent, that I was going to be a workhorse - but that's all lies.” I instantly thought this was a heel turn or him dropping the persona that we know him for to reinvent his character. So when he continues and mentions his real name and his 11 year struggle with leukemia, my mouth instantly drops open and I continue to watch in awe. I get pulled away and then I get to my car and rewatch everything to figure out what is happening to my hero. I look and see that he is surrendering the title while also saying see you later to the WWE universe ( I refuse to believe its a goodbye no matter what my anxiety tries to plant in my mind.) I instantly fall to pieces. I sat in my car instantly bawling and praying that the instant images that come to mind don't manifest in real life. its hard to hear cancer and instantly envision the worse. The toll it takes on the person mentally and physically, the family and friends, and every one else around. Its hard to hear cancer and my mind goes from Roman to his young children and wife. His daughter being 11 and his young sons. it broke my heart more to think of his children seeing him go through the battle and thinking about the what ifs that cancer brings. Then lastly, all the fans around the world that are going without their hero for a while. 

I was late to Roman’s career. I first saw him in 2014.  I came in once he had already debuted on the main roster and it was fairly short after my other favorite, Batista, had left. I didn't know much about The Shield and didn't really know anything about him but when I saw him, I was instantly drawn in. Yes, he's very nice to look at but it was things that he talked about and prided himself on that made me respect him. I am someone who grew up in a house hold without a positive male figure. Seeing Roman shaped the qualities that I hope to one day have in a husband. He's very well put together in the way he speaks, he is a provider, a friend, a nurturer, a thinker, a leader, faith driven, determined, and prides himself on being a father and an overall good person. His humility and the ability that he has to endure some of the worst hate I have ever seen a wrestler endure is baffling to me. This past year especially has been one that would be enough to shake anyone and he graciously came out every night to put his best performance to show the people how grateful he is simply to perform. It is evident that its not about the money, the fame, the attention, he just simply loves to come out and perform. This is so evident in his speech when he simply pauses before he starts and looks into the crowd. He closes his eyes and soaks in the crowds true reaction ( the mix of boos and cheers). This is a performer that comes around once in a lifetime. It wasn't just Roman that brought me in as a fan, it was the aspects of Joe that shines through that kept me a fan. To see the outpour of support that he deserved even before this devastating news warmed my heart. I still fear hearing the news that no one wants to hear. I still have those thoughts of what if and it churns my stomach. I tear up and try to shut them out with positive thoughts. In the days since its slightly easier but harder to stop thinking about him and just hoping we get a tweet every once in a while to let us know that he's doing okay. 

This is our Samoan Superman battling his own kryptonite and as it flows through his veins, he has the strength and will power to fight it. He will go through the treatment and receive the ultimate antidote. He will build himself up over time and come back strong. 

Maybe he chose more of Roman’s persona than we thought, he comes out dressed for combat every night. We just didn't know the battle that he was truly fighting. Maybe that’s why he never gave it up. 

I know he may never see this long drawn out product of an over thinker who cares a little too much but just in case:  THANK YOU SO MUCH! You are loved and you are more than just a wrestler, you inspire and reach people in ways that you never knew you could. You are the main reason I got through nursing school. I wore your tshirts every exam day. Even when graduation was in jeopardy, I held on to the fact that I CAN and I WILL. You are incredible and I pray that God keeps you in his healing hands. Let his will be done and fight everyday. The Roman Empire stands behind you through it all, we just want the best for you. Get Healthy and we all know that superman’s cape will fly in the wind again. Please take care!