#since i was trying to get the fairgrounds achievements

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Hypothetical Fighting Game: Delta-Fighters rundown:

I bet you didn’t see this coming. Or maybe you did. Either way, settle down. This is a long one.

@ohbee-whatcanyoube

Summary:

They say that violence isn’t the solution to anything. But it can be entertaining. Especially if both parties are having fun. At Kris and Susie’s behest, the Dark World has allowed a contest of fighting prowess to entertain the citizens, featuring numerous volunteers from the Light World. Who will win? Who will lose? Is this all an illusion for a nefarious scheme? Who cares, just enjoy the show!

Characters:

Kris: Our favourite human, specialises in defence and offence, a Jack of trades but not truly excelling on any one level. Use the flirt move to stun your opponents.

Susie: With a mighty axe and a scary smile, Susie can cause heavy damage and take it too. But try not to get too aggressive, you could make a mistake.

Ralsei: A long range mage, Ralsei can end a fight with stunning spells or surprising magic. But he’s squishy, so be careful.

Lancer: Lancer, lacking his father’s build and ruthlessness, prioritises speed and tricky attacks to score victory. Watch out for his bike.

Noelle: A mage specialising in ice magic, Noelle can use a range of spells or kind actions to play a fight from her preferred range. Just, try to be careful. She might cast a spell she doesn’t know.

Berdly: A mid range character, Berdly can use his halberd and strategic intellect to make his opponent’s bottom of the class.

Temmie: A loveable oddball, Temmie can keep the opponent guessing with her incredibly high damage abilities.

Sweet Cap'n Cakes: Three characters in one, the rebels of Cyber World use their sick beats and quick reflexes to score a win, so long as their player knows what to do.

Jevil: The trickiest one of the bunch, Jevil is the character you go to if you want to feel everything go topsy turvy. Still, for those willing to entertain the jester, he promises a show.

Spamton: A [TOP SALESMAN SINCE 1999] Spamton can use his [ENDORSEMENTS] to achieve [HEAVEN] but, failing that, he has a little [HYPERLINK BLOCKED] to tip the scales.

Queen: A deceptively dangerous character, Queen uses a multitude of different tactics to make her opponent press escape key on life. Still, try not to spam her health recovery. Battery acid has a little kick to it.

King: A mighty glacier type of character. Slow, but hits like a train with titanium spikes attached to the front.

(Later characters to be added with chapter releases. Likely other classmates or noteworthy Darkners.)

Stages:

Most of the stages are drawn from the games, but there are some original places. Some stages have a Light world version and a Dark world version.

Castle Town.

Field of Hopes.

Great Board.

Castle Grounds.

Forest of Dreams.

Jevil’s Freedom.

Cyber City Fairgrounds.

Queen’s mansion.

The Bridge.

Hometown Streets.

Gym Class.

Abandoned Classroom/Dark Fountain.

Modified Computer Room/Cyber Fountain.

Style and presentation: The game is sprite based, but with higher pixel counts to increase character expressions.

The gameplay is primarily based on platform fighters like Super Smash Brothers, where you need to knock the opponent off the stage using Act-Tacks (basically smash moves.) However, you can set the rules to be decreasing stamina for a more traditional experience.

The gameplay has two modes. Either free for all or team battle. Team battle means two characters for you, and two for either the CPU or other player. Some pairs work better than others, so be sure to explore possibilities. (Certain pairs also have unique entrance animations.)

There’s a meter similar to Tension Points, you can use it to enhance special attacks, enter a brief defensive state where you take less damage, or use a powerful super attack.

There would either be voice acting, or just simple voice work like grunts and short phrases during battle, long dialogue in character stories being text boxes with minor vocal noises.

There’s a basic tutorial system hosted by… Toriel. Duh.

Intermediate tutorials are narrated by Rouxls. Advanced are done by Seam.

Modes:

Single player:

Character stories: Detailing their adventures as they progress to the main event. Completing each story gives the character an alternate costume.

STORY, only unlocked after completing the individual character with everyone: Details the events of the ‘tournament’ which isn’t nearly as professional as you’d think. Includes the FINAL BOSS.

Arcade ladders: The good old ladders. Face against random opponents and the final boss to the unique ending.

Practice Mode: Practice your skills. (You have the option to use ICE-E as the practice dummy instead of a playable character. This is the only time thaf character exists in the game.

Online:

Online versus: Face a (presumably) human player and prove your skill.

King of the Hill: Watch matches and give points.

Miscellaneous:

Gallery: Watch cutscenes, see concept art, promotional materials, alt costumes and the special character biographies.

Music: Jam out to the remixed tunes.

Audio: Listen to audio clips.

If you want me to go through the roster, let me know.

[mccoys-killer-queen]

Seeing REO Speedwagon and Styx ON THE SAME NIGHT- Part 1

Firstly this was at the Allentown fairgrounds, and it was the opening night of the fair, so it was CROWDED. I was 5th row which was a major disappointment to me personally bc I'm ALWAYS at the barrier for every show I'm at. I bought these tickets over 6 months ago, so much has happened since then, and the night has finally arrived...

When Rachel and I got to the fair we walked around for a short time until I saw an alley that looked like it led to the grandstands/concert area. I swore I heard music coming from there, so I let it draw me in and just kept walking towards it

It was Music Man. REO Speedwagon was soundchecking. We stood there and watched their soundcheck from afar

I went to search where the busses were JUST IN CASE i was able to give Kevin and Tommy prints of their portraits

^^I called this my Mission or The Mission. But in order to not get my hopes up, my prime directive was: Go to this concert and try everything you can to take whatever you can get under the circumstances you are given.

I stayed true to this Mission right until the very end, so in that sense, the Mission was completed.

I was so excited before REO came on i almost cried. The sky looked so beautiful and you could just FEEL something in the air

they were playing music on the speakers and then suddenly the song cut, and Allentown by Billy Joel started playing, signifying that they were about to come on, and that something you could feel in the air only got STRONGER

I tried going up to the barrier when REO first came out but only front row ppl were allowed to do that so I got turned away by security

should point out i was not exactly within pick-throwing range- like picks went over me but all in all it wasn't an ideal spot for that

I stg i was the only one dancing and jumping

BRUCETHAN ELIZABETH HALL. I had him WHIPPED the whole set. It started with him looking at me probably during the first or second song and nodding at me and smiling and it just rolled from there

The last (and only other time) I saw REO i was right in front of Dave the entire time and I had him whipped too so it was only right that I had Bruce this time

I'd be makin hearts and blowing kisses n shit and he'd laugh and smile and nod at me

At one point early on in their set he was at the back of the stage in between songs and I saw him looking in my direction, so I just kinda fluttered my fingers sheepishly at him and the MOTHERFUCKER COPIED ME SROGNSOGNIDFGIAENTIH i LOVE HIM

during Keep On Loving You- JUST like last time when Dave was singing it to me- BRUCE WAS SINGING IT TO ME AT THE PEAK OF THE SONG YHGFPHFGMHRISRYSM HE STUCK HIS TONGUE OUT AT ME I STG I NEED TO FIND A VIDEO OF IT

I was also being stupid and trying to hold up my prints at the end of the set int he hOPES someone would see it

Bruce definitely saw the Kevin portrait but idk if he could actually TELL what it was

unfortunately Bruce was the only person whose attention i got in REO this time

Kevin saying how Rick Springfield is the best guy to go to for beauty advice

Kevin's patriotism is a little alarming as always soigneorginaergonr he always makes this speech before Golden Country that's like very pro-nationalism yet talks about achieving peace and then plays Golden Country- the most radical song out there- and it's all very confusing tprthrprtkdtdthtsptjh

REO's setlist was short :( they cut out at least 3 songs because they weren't the "headliner" i guess... they didn't play That Ain't Love, Building the Bridge, Keep the Fire Burnin', or even Music Man ?!? they soundchecked with Music Man but they didn't play it ?!!?!? all those songs have been in all their recent setlists so i was disappointed in that

Derek (the replacement for Neal) is also phenomenal

the sky behind them (there were like nylon curtains at the back of the stage instead of a wall bc it's the fairgrounds) looked hEAVENLY- it looked like they were playing iN THE SKY

I cried a bit during their set ngl bc I was just like I Love REO Speedwagon So Much They Are Part Of My DNA

but all in all nothing will EVER top that very first time I saw them. That was my very first concert and it set my expectations EXTREMELY too high for every single concert I go to now

EDIT: they always pay tribute to Gary and when they did that, Bruce put a hand over his heart and looked up at the sky and i think that's when i cried

[tuxedo-floracat]

i was using this guide/tool and still struggling a whole bunch, required lots of explanation from the very patient and helpful @dire-vulture to just figure out what it was trying to tell me to do, haha. my brain just does not seem to be wired for this game and it has never made a lick of sense to me since it was introduced however many years ago. i honestly don't think i'll ever understand it. I'm a jigsaw man personally (i average abt 20 minutes for hard ones) but I rarely take time to max out my lucky streak on the daily any more, I tend to just fairgrounds for fun but I wanted to get that last damn glimmer & gloom achievement today lol

do people even like playing glimmer and gloom. the payout is only 4000 on very hard???? you guys torture yourself for that ???? repeatedly ?!!!!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

[ktmarison]

ride  the  cyclone  sentence  starters.

'  it  turns  out  being  told  the  place  and  time  of  your  death  in  front  of  your  family  with  a  mouthful  of  corn  dog  at  a  fairground  is  the  very  opposite  of  fun.  '

'  meet  my  executioner.  '

'  i'm  well  aware  rats  cannot  play  musical  instruments.  '

'  when  you've  been  alone  for  as  long  as  i  have,  you  tend  to  anthropomorphize  your  friends.  '

'  the  armrest  to  your  left  is  yours.  the  one  to  your  right  is  your  neighbors.  if  you  believe  both  armrests  are  yours  exclusively,  you  are  part  of  the  problem.  '

'  this  just  shows  the  high  standard  of  excellence  !  even  in  competition  against  yourself,  you  can  still  walk  away  a  loser  !  '

'  tonight,  we  shall  raise  a  middle  finger  to  that  most  ruthless  adjudicator  called  time.  '

'  something  doesn't  feel  quite  right.  '

'  how  can  this  be  fair  ?  '

'  what's  the  point  of  even  suing  ?  '

'  there's  nothing  left  to  do  except  to  rot.  '

'  i  hope  i  wiped  my  browser  history  clean.  '

'  i  did  not  feel  safe  at  all  .'

'  democracy  rocks  !  '

'  even  in  death,  i  can't  escape  her  !  '

'  well  played,  satan,  well  played.  '

'  being  the  only  gay  man  in  a  small  rural  high  school  is  kind  of  like  having  a  laptop  in  the  stone  age.  i  mean,  sure,  you  can  have  one,  but  there's  nowhere  to  plug  it  in.  '

'  i'm  really  freaked  out  right  now.  '

'  do  you  want  to  know  what  really  freaks  me  out  ?  '

'  when  a  lioness  has  children,  she  stops  making  love  to  the  lion.  the  lion  gets  jealous.  sometimes  so  jealous  that  he  eats  the  children.  you'd  think  this  would  upset  the  lioness,  far  from  it.  they  make  love  again  as  if  the  children  never  existed.  '

‘  i’m  going  to  stand  a  little  farther  away  from  you.  okay  ?  ’

'  ever  since  i  was  six  years  old,  i  knew  i  wasn't  long  for  this  world.  '

'  don't  interrupt,  sweetie.  '

'  i  am  the  best  by  any  metric  of  society.  i  get  that.  but  if  that  is  how  worth  is  measured,  i  want  no  part  in  it.  '

'  okay,  it's  clear,  i'm  the  top  of  this  class.  '

'  fetch  me  a  coffee,  shine  my  shoes.  '

'  some  of  us  are  winners,  some  were  born  to  lose.  '

'  he'll  rob  a  7-11  and  go  straight  to  jail.  '

'  what's  he  gonna  do,  solve  a  rubik's  cube  ?  how  long's  he  got  if  we  feed  him  through  a  tube  ?  '

'  he'll  never  learn  to  read.  he's  never  gonna  breed.  he's  going  to  jail  guaranteed,  and  she's  a  freaky  monster  !  '

'  we  need  a  little  less  of  them,  a  little  more  of  me  !  '

'  you  just  told  your  best  friend  that  her  greatest  achievement  in  life  will  be  to  become  an  organ  donor.  '

'  that's  okay  !  it  kinda,  really,  super  hurt,  but  .  .  .  '

'    what  i  did  there  is  exactly  what  you  shouldn't  do.  '

'  you  challenged  my  preconceived  notion  that  all  gay  dues  are  fun  to  be  around.  '

'  sweet  jesus  christ  on  a  bike.  '

'  i've  seen  the  movie  the  blue  angel  about  a  billion  and  one  times.  '

'  mom  tells  me  i  gotta  try  to  blend  in  so  i  tried  really  hard  to  dial  it  back.  '

'  i  wanted  a  man  that  would  drive  me  to  drink.  '

'  can  you  keep  it  in  your  pants  for  one  second,  you  horrible  succubus  ?  '

'  i  embrace  a  new  man  every  night.  '

'  i  want  to  be  that  fucked  up  girl.  '

'  i  think  i  am  in  love  with  you.  '

'  i've  heard  that  lie  a  million  times  before.  '

'  tell  him  that  like  him,  i  choose  to  burn  out,  rather  than  fade  away.  '

‘  that  was  dope  !  ’

‘  level  up  !  ’

'  in  my  country  it  is  natural  for  two  men  to  show  affection  by  kissing.  '

'  there  is  a  difference  between  affection  and  smut.  '

'  what's  the  lesson  ?  '

'  not  every  story  has  a  lesson.  '

'  every  story  has  a  lesson  except  saw  five.  '

'  porno  ?  that  is  a  genre.  that  doesn't  tell  a  story.  '

'  i  think  it's  messed  up  that  we  celebrate  violence  and  demonize  the  very  act  of  love.  porno  is  magical.  '

'  i'm  never  mad  at  you.  i'm  just  frequently  disappointed.  '

'  just  cause  i'm  all  gangsta  doesn't  automatically  make  me  a  homophobe.  '

'  that  shit  was  emotionally  devastating.  '

'  we  were  engaged.  '

'  i  have  no  respect  for  this  country.  '

'  my  life  is  awesome.  '

'  this  beat  is  awesome  !  '

'  i  am  vulnerable  now.  '

'  i  lay  my  masculinity  at  the  altar  of  your  maidenhood.  '

'  i  wanna  be  with  you,  baby.  '

'  love  conquers  all.  '

'  look  at  me,  i  am  physically  weeping  !  '

'  and  that  is  why  not  everyone  should  have  a  library  card.  '

'  the  world  needs  more  poets.  '

'  and  this  is  why  you  both  sucked  at  math  !  '

'  there  are  no  accidents.  '

'  since  we're  all  sharing,  i  would  like  to  talk  about  my  religion.  '

'  for  lo,  i  am  a  prophet.  '

'  i  guess  you  could  say  i'm  pretty  sexy  on  another  planet.  '

'  who  are  you  right  now  ?  '

'  we  need  your  fantastic  seed.  '

'  i  know  you've  heard  the  legend  of  the  sexy  cat  women  from  zolar.  '

'  won't  you  please  help  save  our  galaxy  ?  '

'  what  would  you  do  in  my  place  ?  '

'  oh  my  goodness,  what  have  i  gotten  myself  into  ?  '

'  i'm  a  lover,  not  a  fighter  !  '

'  i  wanna  hold  your  hands.  '

'  i  have  no  desire  to  rule  the  galaxy.  to  hold  you  close  is  enough  for  me.  '

'  i'm  gonna  give  you  the  cliff  notes  for  every  prophet  that  ever  lived:  life  is  hard  enough  without  making  up  reasons  to  be  dicks  to  each  other.  '

'  let's  take  care  of  each  other.  '

'  for  love  is  the  closest  you  can  come  to  another  person,  for  it's  the  closest  you  can  come  to  being  another  person.  '

'  and  then  peace  was  restored.  '

'  there's  only  one  commandment  in  my  bible.  don't  be  a  dick.  '

'  in  choosing  myself,  that  would  be  the  ultimate  dick  move.  '

'  i'm  the  same  person  i  always  was.  it's  just  no  one  ever  listened  to  me.  '

'  if  the  holy  people  are  to  be  kept  harmless  from  war,  then  make  all  people  holy.  '

'  we  all  know  the  worms  must  be  fed.  '

'  my  soul.  is  it  here  ?  '

'  cruel  existence  was  only  a  shame.  '

'  won't  you  tell  me  at  last  who  i  am  ?  '

'  i  hear  the  anguish  of  the  street.  '

'  if  this  is  how  i  die,  lord,  why  be  left  with  no  family  and  no  friends  ?  '

'  time  eats  all  his  children  in  the  end.  '

'  this  is  no  way  to  die.  '

'  isn't  there  anyone  to  tell  me  who  i  am  ?  '

'  that  song  is  so  overplayed.  '

'  how  did  you  find  the  entire  meaning  of  my  life  in  such  a  phrase  ?  '

'  not  even  the  dutch  speak  dutch.  '

'  i've  never  been  drunk  before.  or  kissed  a  man.  '

'  your  life  was  tragic.  '

'  how  do  we  know  it's  my  birthday  ?  '

'  what's  a  savannah  ?  '

'  it's  a  fire  sale  in  my  brain  and  everything  must  go.  '

'    you  know  i  envy  you.  '

'  i  was  building  a  life  and  you  were  satisfied  doing  nothing.  '

'  i  thought  my  life  had  meaning,  turns  out  it  didn't.  '

'  my  death  has  really  affected  me.  '

'  naturally  my  death  has  affected  you  !  can't  you  just  listen  for  once,  without  making  everything  about  yourself  ?  '

'  i  lost  my  virginity  to  a  carnie  in  a  porta  potty.  '

'  he  had  this  tattoo  on  his  forearm.  it  was  of  two  skeletons  having  sex,  and  it  said  born  to  bone  on  the  bottom  of  it.  '

'  after  a  while,  i  started  feeling  crummy  about  stuff.  '

'  i  really  wish  i  never  thought  those  things.  '

'  i  just  wanted  to  do  it,  so  i  didn't  have  to  think  about  doing  it  anymore.  '

'  i  used  to  think  that  life  was  just  a  heart  breaker.  it  breaks  til  you  can't  take  no  more.  '

'  there's  nothing  wrong  with  being  the  nicest  girl  in  town.  '

'  you  knew  all  along  i  could  never  do  it.  '

'  no  one  will  win  here,  and  no  one  can  lose.  '

'  no  one  keeps  score  of  how  hard  we  tried.  '

'  your  lucky  number  is  seven.  '

[captainsimagines]

To Topple A Giant || Chapter One

Summary: You had made it your mission to destroy even the smallest evils. When the opportunity arises to finally take down your own family after years of gaining their trust, you reach for it. And so does Steve, the man who represents a symbol of everything you hate. 

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader || Avengers x Reader

Part 1 of 10 ~ Mini-Series

Trope: ‘Enemies to Lovers’; mainly angst, mutual pining, fluff, and eventual smut

Warnings: This story contains mature themes and discussions such as extreme canon violence, strong language, emotional angst, mentions of Endgame deaths and recoveries, sexual situations, and emotional/physical abuse. All trigger warnings will be listed before the chapter. This is purely fanfiction. 

Word Count: 4000+

A/N: Ooo, let’s hope this does numbers! I love myself some ‘enemies to lovers’ tropes. It’s been a while since I’ve written Steve fanfics. :)

~

Wakanda, 2018, 4:04 pm.

     The flash of bright white light temporarily blinded you, sending you back to the ground and cupping your face in self-defense. But as quickly as the initial crack, it was over. Eerily silent and loud at the same time. The birds whistled their same tune, some higher-pitched than others. The wind seemed to blow louder, rustling the leaves from the trees and landing all around you and your teammates. 

“Thor?”

You lifted your head at the sound of Steve’s voice and checked if the coast was clear. All that remained of the evil was a new blood-stained hammer - a hammer that Thor was watching intensely, as if the answer lay hidden there. It was the only remnant left and your mind was already wondering how to use it to bring that evil back to finish a fair fight. 

“Where’d he go?”

The birds stopped singing. 

“Steve?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of Bucky’s confused voice, watching as one of your best friends dropped his gun and looked up at Steve as his hands began to disappear. In a matter of seconds, Bucky - or what became of him - fell to the dirt below. No one spoke, and you watched as Steve tried to control his breathing as he took a knee to place his shaking hand over his best friend’s ashes. A life and mind brought out of the darkness to finally amend those knots he had twisted, now ceasing to exist. In the distance you could hear Okoye shout in turmoil and Rocket begin begging. 

“What’s happening?” you finally choked out, turning just in time to see Wanda lift her head to the sky, defeated and out of will, and succumb to the same fate. “No!”

You ran and fell beside Vision’s now gray and decaying body, reaching over and palming through Wanda’s ashes. You rubbed them between your fingers, inspecting them, and brought your hand to your chest. The pit of your stomach churned as you sat there, immobile and numb. 

“Sam!”

So many names were being called but soon everyone who remained fell silent. The trees were still guiding the wind, leaves falling into the ashes of your friends, a sign of a new and unwanted chapter. You felt Steve drop beside you, turning Vision around to see the damage to his body. You winced when you saw the gaping hole in his forehead. 

“What is this? What’s happening?”

Natasha ran to where you were seated, hand over her stomach as if she was ready to vomit. And once she took one look at Vision, that’s exactly what she did. 

You removed your hands from your chest to look at them, the ashes still there and practically mocking you into finally believing this as reality. “Did we just lose?”

Steve was moments away from a full-blown panic attack. He simply looked up at the trees, watching the way the sunlight still burst through with no disruption. “Oh god.”

You caught Steve as he tipped his upper body toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding onto something real. He had to believe you were real. Anyone. And you were the closest person to him. You shut your eyes and held him, running your hands through his hair, wincing when you realized Wanda’s ashes were now on him.

You held him tight, praying to any God you chose to believe in at that moment, that Steve wouldn’t disappear too. 

Unknown Location, 2025, 1:07 pm.

     The air was incredibly musty, as if each person who struggled for breath in this room at one point or another left a piece of their soul floating in search of last minute penance for their sins. And the man in front of you was no different, choking on the purple blood that dripped down his neck and onto his now unbuttoned, white dress shirt. His chest was rising and falling, his breathing becoming less labored with each blink of the eye. His hands were tied behind his back and to the chair he sat on, a flickering light in the corner of the dark, concrete room somehow mocking this man’s last remaining seconds of life. 

“I’m not an evil person,” you started, kicking one of the legs of the chair to startle the poor man. But your guilt was minimal - it’s not like you wanted to do this - but knowing this man did exactly what everyone said he did, hands red and dripping with young blood, you selfishly took pleasure knowing this man would look at you when he died. “It’s just my job as third in command.”

You gave the man a small smile as you bent down to his level, head hanging in shame, slow breaths now pausing in between each intake. You looked to the other party in the room, handing them the gun in your holster, and walked out the room as the sound of two gunshots rang out. 

Left twist. Sting. Breathe. 

You washed away any smell from that godforsaken room, giving extra attention to the roots of your hair and under your fingertips. 

Scrub. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. 

The crack of your neck frightened even you, and you stood under the burning shower for a few more minutes before deciding the sting was enough. You changed into the most comfortable sweats you owned, surprisingly calm for such a gruesome morning you had, and took your time with your skin care routine. 

Circle. Wash. Dry.

Soft music played in the overhead speakers, the classical sounds vibrating from one wall to another and surrounding you with something tranquil - something still. There was nothing to expect from such a sound, only the next repeated chorus, no words or drops - just tranquility. You could barely hear yourself breathe but you were at peace - or mostly - and ready to sooth your growing headache behind the eyeballs with more than just music. You slipped on a pair of comfy, forest green socks and bent them at the ankle to achieve an even fluffier look. You applied your favorite perfume, lotioned up your hands, and donned your tacky friendship bracelet. 

One for you. One for Bucky. One for Peter. And one for Wanda. 

You hummed the whole way to the common room, waving at the morning staff as they fixed lightbulbs, covered holes in the walls, and swept the floors. One muffin and a cup of coffee later, you were resting with your head in Wanda’s lap as she filled your thoughts with your chosen sceneries.

      “I can make you see anything you have already seen, so yes.”

“A miniature golf course, Peter’s high school graduation, a field of all kinds of flowers, and Natasha.”

Wanda stilled her floating hand, smile faltering for a moment before she nodded. “Okay… okay, I can do that.”

     They were images well-drawn out, slow and steady to make the atmosphere similar to when you were actually there. They seemed to float across your vision, comfortable in their positions and radiating the same warmth you had felt the first time around. A moving picture. Wanda really had excellent control of this. 

     “I won!” Sam leapt into the air, pointing at a disgruntled Bucky, who stepped off to the side to not throw Sam over his own head. “I won!”

“How is it possible for you to get a hole-in-one each fucking turn?” Bucky groaned, moping in Wanda’s shoulder as she held him and struggled to keep herself standing from her own intense laughs. 

“I think we got a cheater on the loose,” Steve grinned, pointing at the ring Sam was trying to discreetly tuck back into his pocket. A friendly gift from T’Challa, no doubt. 

“Nuh-uh, give me the fucking proof, Wilson!” Bucky roared, wrapping his arm around Sam’s neck and tugging him forward. “I will not admit defeat if there was foul play involved!”

Sam escaped the hold, climbing onto the rock located to the side of the flag and a sign that read ‘do not climb on rocks’. 

“It just helped me calculate all things geometry, Barnes. We’re good.”

Bucky looked as if he was going to leap on him again, but before he could even finish that thought, Sam slipped on the wet surface and plummeted into the rushing little river. 

Laughter erupted and did not cease until you were escorted out of the fairgrounds by four security guards. 

     A flick of Wanda��s wrist and a new memory began forming, colors blending like an oil painting, dried and covered with a glossy varnish, ready to hang. 

     “Don’t trip on your way up, kid.”

Peter swatted Steve in the side as the super soldier left the room, leaving Peter alone in front of the full-length mirror. He adjusted his tie and tried to lay that pesky dangling strand of hair over the top of his head.

You got up from the couch and made your way over, wrapping your arms around Peter and resting your chin on his shoulder. “You’ll do great. We’re all so proud.”

“It’s just high school…”

You frowned and turned him to face you. “No, you should already be in your second year of college. This is seven years in the making. We are all so proud.”

Peter could feel the slight burn at the corner of his eyes but he swallowed it down, giving you a small smile and a hug. 

“And can you trip? Don’t you stick to all surfaces?”

Peter scoffed and pushed you away, his tiny smile never faltering.

     You could feel Wanda shift her legs underneath you, searching for the most comfortable position as she continued her work. You sighed, already feeling the therapeutic effects. 

     “They’re all so pretty!” you yelled cheerfully, running through the field with your arms extended to the sky. Bucky and Steve followed close behind, leaning down every so often to pluck the flower of their choosing and adding to the bouquet in their hand. 

“Which did Tony prefer?” Steve asked, snapping you from your pollen-filled, ecstatic state. 

“Aesthetic beauty, Rogers! Natasha was a sucker for anything pink and sunflowers.”

Bucky nodded, seeming to take that information into consideration as he plucked the yellow and pink flowers only. Steve chose the most healthy looking flowers, his hand struggling to hold them together as he reached the two dozen mark. 

“I think we’re good. These are good.”

You smiled at both super soldiers and admired their bouquets, leaning over to sniff their masterpieces. “Awesome.”

     Wanda sighed as she neared your last vision, debating on showing you your chosen moment instead of another one. This moment always hurt Wanda as she wasn’t there to witness it, but it was special to you. There were so many others to choose from, but you insisted this was the one you always wanted to see. And Wanda was always hesitant at first - but when she lifted her hand slowly and dropped the memory back into the front of your brain, she couldn’t help but smile. 

     “Are we ready?”

Everyone was practically bouncing on their heels, both excited and terrified. Time travel was new to humanity and you were to be one of the first to experience such a thrill. You were going to get everyone back. 

You squeezed Natasha’s hand once more before you walked back over to Thor and Rocket. You all nodded to each other, saying ‘goodbye’ and ‘good luck’ with your childlike expressions. 

“See you in a minute,” Natasha grinned, her cheeks reddening with a friendly blush as she looked over at Steve. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, a braid you had helped her make, and she was carrying an extra pair of socks in case of a long hike. 

Then a blast of color surrounded your body and the smell of peaches as you landed on Asgard filled your overstimulated senses. 

     You opened your eyes and smiled up at Wanda. You didn’t want to see old memories with your friend, but the most recent. It was like you were grasping onto that last memory of her, not wanting to change anything about her last smile, her last laugh, her last shred of existence. It was oddly calming, and so you hoped Wanda would understand. 

You thanked her again and proceeded to the kitchen. It was bigger than the one before, the soft forest green color of the walls a nice contrast from the blue ones before. You laughed to yourself and your conscience as you silently thanked the explosion that obliterated the horrid blue walls, quickly backtracking at your dumb thoughts. Still, you chose to joke about everything that happened before to avoid falling deeper into yourself. The kettle started howling, smoke circling around the tip. You poured your tea, dropped two cubes of sugar in, and added a little milk. 

It was quite bizarre how quickly you could bounce back from the morning you had. A very bloody, order-filled morning. When one order was given, you had to come up with a plan on how to not disregard the other. You had to listen to Fury and your father, gaining a few feet on each side without toppling the other. Still, it took a physical toll on you. But with Wanda’s help in easing your mind and the very sweet tea you nursed, your emotional baggage was pretty minimal. It sometimes scared you how easy it all was. 

Your morning carried on quietly as you sat on the concrete curb, happily sipping your tea in your sweatpants. You could hear Sam and Scott arguing about something a few feet away from you and Bucky taking his afternoon jog around the track. Quite distracted, the sudden ‘thwip’ and superhero landing of a certain teenager scared you enough to spill a little of your tea. 

“Goddamn, dude!” you whined, looking up at Peter as he tried to control his laughter. 

 “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me!”

“Excuse me for being distracted by the hot super soldier just over there,” you joked, pointing over at Bucky. 

Peter rolled his eyes and sat next to you, immediately reaching over to take the tea from you and take a sip himself. You let him, as you had no other choice, rolling your eyes anyway. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had classes today?”

Peter handed back your cup, “Nah, I’ve only got classes every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Ugh, that sounds great. I remember I scheduled my classes for every day of the week just to have more units,” you sighed, taking another sip of tea. 

 “Stupid.”

You pushed Peter’s shoulder playfully, both your laughter catching the attention of Sam and Scott. But as quickly as you had distracted them, they ignored you and went back to bickering. 

“I’m just here to see my friends, sue me!”

“Nope, you’re always welcome,” you smiled, holding out your wrist and bumping your bracelet with his. “How was your week otherwise?”

“Eh, nothing major. Just trying to navigate the world now that they know who's behind the mask.”

You gave Peter a look of sympathy, still mad at the sudden manipulation of the kid after such traumatic events. You had promised him you would protect him by any means possible, as did the rest of the team, but he seemed to be navigating the situation just fine. Staying away from reporters, scheduling his classes during the most isolated gaps of the day, and signing dozens of forms that promised to protect him, give him royalties, etc. After you had brought everyone back, it seemed the least the new management/orders could provide for you all. 

“We all have our days,” you muttered, handing your tea back to Peter. You two sat there for a while longer, enjoying the slight breeze and taste of sugar. 

An agent rounded the corner and spotted you, jogging up and handing you a yellow folder that was sealed in plastic. “For you, from Fury, from whoever before that.”

“Um, thank you?” you said as the agent walked away. You inspected the folder, turning it over in your hands and playing with the thin plastic. 

You lifted it up to Peter’s face, “Here, smell it and tell me if there’s poison.”

Peter scoffed, “I can’t do that!”

“Don’t you lie to me.”

Peter muttered to himself as he took the folder from you, sniffing it awkwardly. “Smells like paper, dude.”

“Cool, thanks.” 

You ripped the plastic off and unhooked the folder, dropping the single item onto your lap. Peter just sipped your tea and watched you open it. 

It was another envelope, but this one was white with custom-printed indents that swirled across the front and a big, red blob of wax smushed- with your initials- sealing it. You ripped it open and pulled the invitation from inside. You must have read it a thousand times, eyes rapidly scanning the small page with secret meanings. 

“You got invited to a wedding?” Peter asked, taking it from you and reading it himself. 

“Yeah, but this is so much more than that,” you said, snatching it back and standing up from the curb. You quickly went back into the compound, searching for the one person who needed to read it also.

You seemed to find everyone before you found the super soldier who wasn’t out for a jog, a line of somewhat concerned superheroes following behind you from room to room. Eager minds and yet, inflexible rib cages full of anxiety and worry, all ready (and quite not) to tackle the new evils of this new world. And whether they followed you blindly or with functioning minds, they were prepared. 

With the rest of the team behind you, you burst through the second floor with the invitation held over your head. Steve stopped mid-bite, milk dripping from his bottom lip as he stared at everyone in confusion. “Um…”

“It’s time-” you started, pulling the stool from next to him and sitting down. 

“Time for what?” Steve interrupted, his mouth still full of cereal.

“Time for this,” you motioned to the envelope you were handing him. “-to finally end.”

Steve read the invitation word for word, the wrinkles in his forehead becoming deeper as his mind worked. You couldn’t quite discern the feeling in the pit of your stomach, twisting and spinning into a tight coil, seeming to spread to the others as it grew in pressure within you. 

“All three?”

“All three,” you confirmed. 

Peter pushed through Bruce and Rhodey, “What’s happening? What’s gonna end?”

You looked over at Steve, his bowl of cereal now forgotten and soggy. 

His eyes were distant and rather cold, hands extended on his knees as if he was drying the accumulating sweat, shoulders building tension. 

“Steve, we can finally end this. We have to tell everyone. It won’t be enough if it’s just you and me.”

He wanted to explode, in both anger and anguish, to stumble over his intact persona and leave it behind - someone he hasn’t known for a long time. It ate away at him each day since Fury notified him of your selfish choice, burrowing into his now tarnished soul in the most sadistic way. But the prospect of finishing this chapter - a chapter that was unexpectedly halted when half the world disappeared - was considerably euphoric. A chance to move on. 

“Okay.”

Rhodey already had knowledge of your background, recruitment, and family but Steve’s initial involvement - the start of it - was still a mystery. You sat everyone down in the living room, making room for the others who arrived later, and clapped your hands together. “Story time!”

Steve groaned, face already pressed against a throw pillow. “Just tell them.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“You know whose spawn I’m from,” you began, snickers from your amused friends encouraging you. “To better transport their product, they sent me over to the states to attend college like the good little girl they think I am.”

Sam cracked open a beer and lifted his legs up onto the couch, sitting back with a massive smile on his face as he got comfortable for your story. He handed another beer to Scott. 

“Wait, product?” Scott asked, taking a sip from his drink. 

You smirked at him and tapped your nose twice, amused by his ‘O’ reaction. “Anyway, by then I already knew that I wanted out of the game. I didn’t like that life, I didn’t like the violence, I didn’t like my family.”

Steve knew that was an understatement, a cruel and restrained statement from your part, and he wanted to tell everyone just how justified you were in your words, how real you were being, and how much help you would certainly need for this. But like always, he remained silent. 

“But Fury got to me before I could leave. So, we made a deal. I would train as a field agent and he would promote me every other year to lessen suspicion on this whole ordeal. The deal being I would play both teams.”

By now, your whole team was intrigued. 

“I would do what I could for my father and still have my family’s trust, while feeding the information to SHIELD and our lovely star-spangled man over here,” you pointed over at Steve. He gave you a tiny but forced smile. 

“But after the collapse of SHIELD, my father only became more violent, more hard-headed, more suspicious. He- uh-” you stuttered, flashbacks suddenly filling your head. Wanda watched your eyes dart rapidly, sensing the rush of blood to your legs and tips of your fingers.

“He was power hungry,” Wanda said, immediately feeling your heart rate lower. Although you never actually said it, she could tell you were grateful for her intrusion. 

“Yeah, exactly,” you cleared your throat. “But Steve’s involvement all started when Fury asked me who would be the best front - the most reliable front.”

“So, with only Fury and the bad guys knowing - Y/N named me as her partner in crime,” Steve explained, head hanging low as if it was such a disgrace to do what you openly did. You knew his troubles with coming to terms with such an offensive role were multiplying daily, but you were now this close to stopping  every bad force involved. 

 “So, Captain America is the ultimate drug smuggler,” Scott spoke, somehow trying to comprehend the information all at once. You and Steve both nodded in confirmation and avoided the wide and questioning eyes looking back at you. 

“Yeah, he’s essentially the top boss.”

“Y/N-,” Steve interjected, but you beat him to  it. 

“And here we are! Him and I both invited to the wedding.”

Wanda stretched out her words, “The wedding?”

“Yes, the wedding - where three of the most famous and powerful drug lords south of the border will be attending and ready for our taking - including my father.”

Steve stood from his seat, posture straightening as he spoke to the group. “The invitation reads like a threat. No cameras, no plus-ones besides those listed specifically on the card, no speaking to reporters before or after. The trust Y/N has gained would unknowingly make us the contraband of the party.”

After going through more specifics about the whole situation, Bucky finally raised the question eating away at his mind this whole time. “Whose wedding is it, anyway?”

You grinned that stupid little grin Steve always prepared himself for. It was the grin you would display whenever you were going to make a serious matter a joke, or brush something serious off your shoulder as if it didn’t bother you. The sarcastic grin he always wanted to wipe off your face as you defied orders. 

“My lovely little sister’s.”

Rhodey stepped forward to take the invitation for personal inspection, “When is it?”

“A week from tomorrow,” you beamed. “Which means I got to get shopping for a wonderful little, red number!”

“Please, be more excited about this,” Steve groaned, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. 

You flicked your right hand up and in position to flash your charming little middle finger at him, a river of fluffed ego and delight flowing to your cheeks as he huffed and left the room in a stumbled march.

“So…” Scott’s voice ripped through the awkward silence. “We’ve been secret drug smugglers this whole time?”

~

Please let me know what you think! I listened “The Archer�� by Taylor Swift and I was like... yes, I see this, lmao. Tell me if you would like to be tagged in later updates! xxMoni

[thecardssayfuckoff]

Lucio/MC/Julian HCs.

It took me way too much to write this, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I said "fluff" but it ended in... that and more. It's also really, really long, since my brain only knows how to write bibles apparently, so get ready for a ride!

(I'd like to add a "read more" but my cellphone will simply not allow it so pls forgive me ;-;).

Between Them:

Both of them are touch starved, so they really want to hug you and cuddle with you and generally being close to you all time.

At first they fight over this, but soon enough they discover they can also cuddle with each other whilst you're occupied.

Of course they first resolve their problems, mostly the part about feeding Julian a plague beatle.

They do, after some time.

They make a decent couple by themselves actually, but it's all mostly about you.

Julian will write more poems to you rather than to Lucio, and Lucio will gift you more things rather than to Julian.

But they still have a detail for each other every so often.

Julian will make new hair-styles for Lucio based on wigs he likes, and Lucio will buy very expensive leather clothes for Julian.

Angsty Fluff:

Julian is better at the emotional part.

Like, neither of them know how to handle their emotions, but Julian knows ways to express it, whilst Lucio simply suppresses them, so... yeh.

This means Julian is usually the support for both you and Lucio.

Whenever you're feeling sad or a little bit down, Julian will take over. He'll try to make you laugh and forget your sorrows.

If this doesn't work, he'll tell you stories so marvelous that will surely make you recover your energy and motivate you.

If this also doesn't work, he'll get more serious and ask you about what exactly happens. He's intelligent, so he'll comfort you and at the same time show you the ways out.

He will totally cuddle with you and won't mind at all hugging you and kissing your forehead softly if you feel the need to cry.

With Lucio is mostly the same, but he'll prefer to take him out to look at all the things he had achieved by himself.

He'll also make you both write about your feelings every once in a while.

Even though Lucio isn't precisely good at managing emotions, he tries to be as nice as possible.

He feels a bit uncomfortable at first when it comes to crying, but soon learns that he just needs to be a shoulder to cry on and listen to you.

If you're just feeling slightly sad though, he'll mostly comfort you in physical ways

Like giving you a massage, or preparing the tub with a lot of salts and bombs, or simply kissing every part of your body without any lascivious intentions.

Same treatment goes for Julian.

Cute Fluff:

They're both really cute and caring in their own ways.

Julian will hide little love notes all over the house in places he knows that, sooner or later, you or Lucio will stumble across. They'll all have pressed flowers, all different for each note.

Yes, his calligraphy will be way better since he writes them with more love and patience than his other notes.

He'll also go to your respective work places almost daily, carrying some snacks or desserts, and won't go until he gets at least a kiss.

With Lucio he usually ends up making out.

Speaking of him, Lucio will take you out to eat or dine every weekend.

And once a month, to some kind of show/carnival/fairground.

He'll also take on vacations to other regions and sure as hell he will buy a shit ton of souvenirs from those places.

Call him Sugar Daddy, basically.

They also do the same cute things.

Like dancing with you, sometimes really good (Lucio here) or really clumsy and "free" to get stress out (Julian there).

Or holding your hand whenever it is close to theirs.

Or giving you goodnight kisses, every night.

Doing your hair/letting you do their hair whilst gossiping, because yes, they love gossip as much as Portia.

Gazing at you and sighing with a soft smile on their lips.

Making sure to tell you how much you mean to them.

Smut (please note that this is for a female MC):

First off, Lucio really stands out here. It's not that he's better than Julian at sex, it's simply that he has had way more experiences and has a filthier imagination.

Now, Julian is always sub/bottom, expect for really rare occasions when he needs to 'feel that thrill' of dominating you, or both of you.

He also is a masochist, and a big one.

Lucio is switch. Sometimes he wants you to beg and plea, sometimes he wants to beg and plea.

They love every inch of your body, and will ravish on it.

They will each take one of your breasts to lick, suck, and bite (Julian with proper permission, of course).

Julian is a lover of giving oral, and Lucio a lover of getting oral, so you'll often be riding Julian's face whilst sucking Lucio's cock.

Oh, and let's not forget Lucio has a particular addiction to dirty talk. Really dirty talk.

When "properly fucking", Lucio will almost always have your ass and Julian your vagina.

But of course, there are thousands of positions for the three of you.

And there you bloody go.

I might come back to this and write more about a Lucio/MC/Julian relationship, because it's simply way too fun to pass. Thanks for reading!

[bae-roman]

Can you do Fluff # 2, 5 & 7 for Roman and Bunny

“I missed you so much.” − 15 roman to Bunny

“OH you’re jealous!” − 5

“Have you always been this beautiful?”−4

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” − 11

“Why are you lying to me?” − 4

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” −17

“Are you hurt?”“No”“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” − 16

“I’ve never told you that before.” − 8

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” − 6

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” −2

“Please just kiss me already.” −7

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.” −1

sad HC with a happy ending 

Happy HC

Roman and Bunny in an argument

General Roman angst

Roman being shitty

Hey guyssssss

So, I WROTE A THING

We got fluff,we got angst, we got some happy shit, we got some sad shit,we got roman being an asshole and Roman being sweet AND because I love you all so so dearly, we even got a lil bit of S M U T.

I was not lying when I said I combined a shit ton of prompts in an attempt to clear out my inbox, so please indulge with me under the cut.

As always, feel free to like, reblog, comment and/or send me asks about it

*Since there were SO many requests included in this, I posted all the asks at the end of the post!

All of this would happen closer to the beginning of their relationship, before they actually began a full on relationship.

Roman was still coping with the fact that he had actual caring feelings for someone and his way of dealing with it was occasionally going AWOL for a bit. He would basically ignore her and pretend she didn’t exist until he realized he was being an idiot and shouldn’t push away the best thing in his life. Since this was at the beginning, before he was actually her boyfriend, she was more tolerant of this type of behaviour. She could tell through the way that he asked her out the first time, that he wasn’t the best at feelings and emotions. She really liked him though, so she put her pride to the side and was beyond understanding  while he figured his own shit out.

Anyways, on a night out together, after one of Roman’s MIA weeks, they sat in a restaurant catching up. Roman was well aware he needed to tread carefully to keep her. He had done this multiple times at this point and knew that if he continued with the way he was acting, Bunny’s patience would soon run out.

Roman loved flirting with Bunny, especially in the early days of their relationship. She would get so obviously flustered and he found it quite the ego boost (not that he needed one). Tonight they were speaking so suggestively that at one point, he couldn’t help but notice just how red her cheeks were. He looked her up and down smugly, “Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” Bunny took a sip of  wine and tilted her head, “Is there a reason you’re staring at me like that?” she asked, only slightly uncomfortable by Roman’s intense and unwavering ogling. “No…” he shook his head, “It’s just”, he leaned in closer to her, “have you always been this beautiful?” She raised her brow and took another sip, “you’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?” she teased. Roman smirked, “What can I say? I just missed you so much” Bunny snorted and rolled her eyes at him.

The rest of dinner went just like that. Roman showering her in only half sarcastic compliments in an attempt to smooth things over between them and Bunny not fully buying his game but allowing him to continue just because she missed this, and him.

As they were leaving dinner, Roman told her he had a surprise for her. Despite Bunny’s many attempts to get him to tell her what it was, he kept his mouth shut, refusing to give her as much as a hint. After a bit, Roman pulled up to the parking lot of a carnival. The same carnival where they got stuck that night. Bunny looked a him curiously and he just grinned , “Remember when we listed all the places we haven−”

But before he could finish what he was saying, Bunny groaned loudly and interrupted him.

“Oh god, please not the list again. Seriously Roman, when has this list ever worked out for us? Every time some shit happens and−” “But you cum, don’t you?”

As much as she didn’t want to agree, the boy had a point.

The list, for your information, was something they came up with when they were stuck in the ferris wheel. One of the ways they kept themselves entertained for those 2 hours was making a list of other places they never had sex in. It was a pretty achievable list Roman thought, so he made a point to cross a couple off. The problem was that every single time they tried to accomplish anything off it, things never ran smoothly; like the cornfield where they ended up scarring a child for life and almost getting charged with public indecency or on top of the old water tower where Roman thrust into her so hard that the safety pole got loose and they almost fell to their deaths or in the pond in the forest where they saw a bear − they didn’t have much luck with the list okay, but Roman was persistent and next on their list? A haunted house.

Bunny gave him a slightly irritated look before finally agreeing and getting out of the car, “Fine. But I’m only agreeing to this because I haven’t been dicked down in 8 days and I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t get some soon.”

Roman chuckled but then, as her words sunk in and he stopped in his tracks,  “8 days? I haven’t seen you in 2 weeks”

Bunny mentally cursed herself. When Roman ghosted her again, she got annoyed but after 6 days with no messages, calls or anything? She was straight up pissed. Now, Bunny was never one to sit and mope about a boy or let one consume her whole life so while Roman was handling all of his issues, Bunny went on as she normally would. And then, when she needed a fuck and Roman was still not talking to her? She found someone else.

Was he as hot as Roman?

No.

Was he as good as Roman?

No.

Did she feel the way she felt with Roman when she was with him?

Also no, but he was there and good enough for a hook up so she did it.

Her and Roman weren’t in a relationship and thus had never talked about being exclusive. She didn’t feel guilty about what she did and it wasn’t a secret, but it also wasn’t something she planned on telling the guy she actually liked −  intentionally at least.

“Right, 2 weeks. That’s what I meant.” Bunny hoped that Roman would accept her lie and that they could just move foreword with their plans, but of course that didn’t happen.

“Bullshit”.

“No it’s not”

“Why are you lying to me? I’m not your fucking boyfriend. You can fuck whomever you want.”

Ouch, Bunny thought to herself.

“Fine, I fucked someone else ok?”

Roman bit the inside of his cheek and nodded, “So what, was he some other stranger you met at a club and fucked in an alley? Or did you fuck another billionaire so he’d take you to expensive dinners and trips too?” His words dripped with venom despite his casual tone.

“No, dickhe−”

“ −You make them use a condom when they fuck you? Or do you let them cum in you too?”

“ Yeah, that’s my thing, actually. I find rich guys at clubs, seduce them and then try to get knocked up. That’s been my game plan the entire time. Sorry I didn’t tell you before, I wanted it to be a surprise.” Bunny pushed her stomach out and wrapped her arms around it like an expectant mother would. She turned to face roman and in a mocking voice said, “I’m due in 6 months, it’s yours.”

“Fuck you.”

“Why do you care so much? You said it yourself, you’re not my boyfriend so why does it matter to you who I fuck? − Oh shit, you’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Roman laughed humourlessly at her accusation, “ Jealous? Is that a joke? You’re nothing more to me than some kinky slut who lets me fuck her on demand. If your pussy wasn’t so tight and you required more than a lousy dinner to put out, I would’ve left you on the street like every other whore and never looked back” he spat.

Bunny saw red.

“You’re pathetic, you know that? You pretend to be this big man but you’re really just a fucking teenager so terrified that everyone’s going to leave you, you can’t even admit your feelings. You act so nice on dates and trips and we have such a good time but then whenever shit gets too real you run away with your dick tucked between your legs. You’re such a fucking coward. I can’t believe I wasted so much of my time letting you figure your shit out, you − You know what? Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole. I’m over you and all of your baggage. I’d tell you not to call me, but we both know you’ve already got a gold medal in pretending I don’t exist” Bunny ranted loudly while marching away from him.

The fairgrounds were much too far from home for her to walk, but she didn’t care. She was so sick of his shit and would walk 1000 miles just to prove a point. Her plan, realistically was to call an uber once she was out of sight but Roman didn’t need to know that. Bunny wanted him to physically see her walk out of his life and hoped he marvelled at her ass for the rest of his lonely miserable existence, knowing what he gave up.

Bunny cared for Roman, she really did but the fact that he had the nerve to say such nasty things to her, especially when she did nothing wrong. She wanted to scream at him more. She wanted to yell at the top of her lungs that she was guilty of nothing. He’d ghosted her, once again. She hadn’t seen of heard from him in days. He pretended she didn’t exist, what was she supposed to do? Wait by her phone until he decided to stop being an ass? He wasted space and she gave it to him, he needed to grow up. She stopped herself though, knowing that anything she’d say would fall on deaf ears. Whatever small part of him cared about her clearly didn’t outweigh his disrespect for her and she was finally done.

Although dramatically storming off went well in her head, Bunny forgot about one very important factor − her shoes. Her beautiful expensive shoes that made her ass look fantastic but were insanely uncomfortable and hard to walk in, especially on loose gravel. So, when Bunny took off she was fine for a minute before slipping and falling flat on her face then rolling down into the ditch.

While Roman was beyond pissed at her and didn’t want to give any indication that he cared, her fall looked pretty bad so begrudgingly, he went to check on her.

“Are you hurt?” he called over as he approached her

“No. Not like you actually give a fuck” she grumbled,  mumbling the last part to herself, getting up and dusting herself off.

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“They aren’t bruises, they’re rocks” Bunny stated matter of factly, brushing them off her face. Not wanting to cause any further harm to her ego, she tried to continue her dramatic exit only to cry out in pain as she took a step. Of course she managed to  fuck up her ankle, she thought to herself.

Hearing her yelp, Roman instinctively rushed to her side and tried to support her but she pushed him away.

“I’m fine. I don’t need your help, just go”

“I’m not leaving you like this, you can’t even walk …. the last thing I need is for you to get murdered because I left you here all alone, the press would have a field day and I don’t need any more bad PR.” Roman quickly added the last part to save himself from showing his genuine concern over her safety and wellbeing.

Bunny rolled her eyes and imitated him before pushing him away again, trying − and failing − once more to carry on with her journey home.

“Look, let me at least take you to the first aid tent, ok? Then I’ll leave forever and they’ll give you some ice for your ankle and you can do whatever you want.”

The last thing a Bunny wanted to do was spend a single second more with Roman but she knew how stubborn he was and her ankle really did hurt.

“Fine.”

With that, Roman scooped Bunny up into his arms and headed towards the tent.

The walk was awkward and silent. They had both just screamed horrible things to each other and decided to never speak again yet here they were.

When they finally arrived at the first aid tent , they observed that it was just one man by himself. He stood up when he saw Bunny and Roman coming up to him and led them inside the tent, instructing them to tell him what had happened.

Roman had initially intended to drop Bunny off and then leave right away, but there was something about the way the guy − Jordan, according to his name tag − was leering at Bunny that made even Roman feel uncomfortable, so he decided to stick around.

Bunny was too busy focusing on her ankle and didn’t even realize the way Jordan was treating her. To be fair, Bunny was slightly intoxicated and always had trouble realizing when someone was checking her out or making a move. She was always afraid of becoming one of those girls who thought any time anyone spoke to her, it was just because they wanted to get with her. She ended up overcompensating for this so much that it was rare she noticed when someone was actually flirting with her. Bunny knew she was attractive, of course, she just wasn’t snobby about it.

Jordan had her sit on one of the portable gurneys and brought her an ice pack. Despite Roman’s gut instinct, Jordan seemed fine, until he put his hands on Bunny’s shoulders. This act also clued Bunny in on Jordan’s intentions.

“So, does anything else hurt?” He asked, giving her shoulders a light rub.

Just as Bunny was going to threaten to break Jordan’s arms if he didn’t get them off of her, Roman stood up and walked closer. “It’s her ankle that’s fucked up, not her shoulder so I suggest you take your grimy hands off of them.” “hey man”, Jordan raised his arms, “ I’m just making sure she’s okay, head injuries can be sneaky. We wouldn’t want you to have a concussion now, would we?” He asked, placing his hands back on her and giving her shoulders a squeeze and letting his fingers fall much lower than appropriate.

Bunny jerked away from his touch, “Get the fuck off of me, creep.”

Roman grabbed the guy by the collar and held him off the ground, “Apologize to the lady and get the fuck out or I will break every bone in your perverted little body” he growled.

Jordan stuttered out an apology and speed walked back outside.

Roman looked Bunny over, “You okay?”

She nodded, “Yeah, thanks.”

It was quiet for a while until she spoke up again, You didn’t have to do that,you know. I could’ve handled it.”

“I know.”

Bunny nodded again carefully.

Once again, they were surrounded by an awkward silence.

“About what I said before, I should have - well I mean it was partially true and you did kind of deserve it,  but…”, she shook her head. “…I should have said it nicer.”

Roman snorted, “are you seriously apologizing to me right now?”

“Well it’s not really an apology but I guess”

He looked at her incredulously, “I should be apologizing to you. You were right. About everything. I have no right to be jealous and I do push people away and I’m sorry for what I said. It was fucked up and I didn’t mean it and I… I’m an asshole but I’m sorry. I.. I’m new to all of this” he rambled, running a hand through his now disheveled hair.

“I’ve never actually liked a girl before − not like this, not like I like you and I− I’m a really shit guy Bunny and you deserve better. But every time I try to to the right thing and leave you alone, I just can’t stay away. It’s like I’m addicted to you or some shit and−” “Shut up!” Bunny yelled, surprising even her self.

Roman just looked at her.

“You are a dick, and we definitely need to have a proper discussion about all of this later but right now… please, just kiss me already.”

Roman obeyed and kissed her passionately.

Bunny pulled away and grabbed his chin in her palm, looking straight into his eyes she said, “If you ever pull any shit like that again, I’m done Roman, I swear. I will stay out of your life forever and no amount of gifts or apologies will ever bring me back, got it?”

Roman nodded.

The two of them repositioned themselves on the gurney so that she was sitting in-between his legs, leaning on his broad chest, still icing her ankle.

They talked about little things, but mostly they took comfort in each other’s presence, both thankful that things ended up the way they did. After a while, Bunny again broke the silence,

“Roman?”

“hmm?”

“You ever have sex in a first aid tent?”

“No.”

“Me neither.”

That was all the invitation Roman needed. Making sure the coast was clear, he hiked Bunny’s dress up, ready to slip his fingers into her pretty panties that she always wore but to his pleasant surprise, she wasn’t wearing any.

He moaned at the sight of her while Bunny sucked gently on his neck and collar.

Roman ran his fingers up and down her folds, teasing her entrance before tapping her lips. She opened her mouth obediently, sucking his long fingers clean. Roman removed his fingers from her mouth slowly and entered them inside her other opening.

Bunny let out a hiss, throwing her head back into Roman’s chest.

He only got to tease her for a little before she pushed his hands away and scooted down the bed. She turned around and grabbed his belt, taking it off easily she yawned down his briefs and took his whole length into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down until he was nice and hard, occasionally sucking on his balls and licking the tip of his member.

Roman reached for bunny and grabbed her by her waist, moving her so that her core was right above his member. She gripped his cock and ran it between her folds a few times, getting it and herself wetter before finally sinking down on it.

Bunny took his full length into her and continued to ride him, the pair finding each other’s lips as they fucked.

Although it may have started out sweet, the tone quickly changed as Roman grabbed a fistful of Bunny’s hair and pulled.

“That guy ever fuck you as good as I do?”

“No daddy” Bunny moaned out

“That’s what I thought. You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you”

Bunny moaned and Roman grabbed at her hair again, harder this time, “Haven’t you?” he repeated sternly.

“So bad.”

“That’s what I thought. You know what bad girl’s get, don’t you Bunny?”

She nodded and with that, Roman brought his hand down roughly over her left ass cheek.

They continued until they reached their climaxes, first Bunny with Roman following no long after.  

Once they were finished, and Bunny’s ankle was feeling better, Roman turned to her and gave her a soft kiss, “I really did miss you, you know”, he murmured against her plump lips. Bunny nuzzled her nose against his and smiled. “I missed you too.”

“So can we stop talking about feelings and shit now? Because I think I’m going to barf.”

Bunny chucked and tucked a strand a hair behind her ear, “yeah, we can.”

“Thank god. I’m going to check out that haunted house now, go with me?”

“Fine. As long as you hold my hand.”

Roman grimaced but complied with her request anyways, grasping her little hand with his big one

They left the tent, giving Joran nearly identical death glares as they headed towards their original destination.  

The haunted house was more fun than she imagined. Bunny swore she almost saw Roman jump but could never say for sure. After one particularly unexpected ‘monster’ jumped out at them, Roman grabbed onto her arm for a second. Bunny turned to him and laughed, “scared Godfrey?”

“Yeah, terrified. Actually, If you don’t hug me right now I think I just might fall apart” His words dripped with sarcasm but Bunny gripped onto him tighter anyways. She’d almost lost him once tonight and she wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“ Hey Bunny?”

“yeah?”

“Do you think it would be too ambitious of us to cross two things off our list tonight?” he whispered.

“Not at all”

With that, Roman pulled her into an empty room where they could accomplish what he originally intended to do tonight.

[br0ken-writes]

Day6 “We Got Married” (Jae)

leyehearteu asks: Day6 in WGM with you.

Part 1

Word count: 2029 (Part 2)

A few days go by, you and Jae went on a few dates off camera before the two of you are told to meet up again and are given a mission card “You open it” You tell Jae, holding it out to him. He takes the card and opens it slowly before reading what was on it and hiding behind the card “Why? What does it say?” You ask, grabbing at his arm to pulling his hands away from his face and see the card yourself “It’s a mission to get our martial house keys” He says as you read the card “You must play these five fair games and win to get your house keys, you have one try each on all the games” You read aloud and along the bottom of the card is five circles with fair games listed in them along with where to turn in your card when you’ve won all five games. “Do we both have to win the game or just one of us?” You ask him but he shrugs and someone from the camera crew hands the two of you a stamp for when you achieve all the tasks.

“Ah, don’t worry though. I’m great at fair games! Let’s go” Jae says, taking your wrist and walking towards where the fair is located. The two of you buy passes and entire the fair before stopping and looking at the mission card again “Which game should we try first?” You ask him and he leans in close, looking over your shoulder to look at the card. “Let’s try the balloon dart game first, that should be an easy one,” He says and point to the circle it’s in, “I thought you said you were great at fair games?” You joke with him and he laughs “Yeah, but let’s start with the easy one first” He says before walking off to find the game stand “We need to buy tickets first, dummy!” You call after him and he runs back to you. After retrieving the tickets, the two of you set off to find the first game “Here’s one” You mention as the two of you walk up to the fair stand “Would you like to try and win a stuffed animal for your beautiful girlfriend here?” The man running the stand asks and Jae grabs your hand “She’s my wife” He says confidently making you blush “Okay, well it’s five tickets for a shot to win your beautiful, who’s out of your league, by the way, wife a big stuffed animal” He says and motions towards all the stuffed animals.

“How many do I have to hit to win?” Jae asks and hands him the tickets before he’s handed three darts “If you miss all three, you get a small toy, one ballon is a small stuffed animal, two is a medium, and three is a large one” He explains and Jae nods. It’s cleared by the camera crew that Jae or yourself need to hit at least two to mark it off on the card “Pick out which animal you want, I’ll get you the biggest one” Jae tells you as he gets ready to throw his first dart “Just aim for getting two, I don’t need a big stuffed animal anyways, we don’t know how big our house his yet” You tell him “We’ll have room” He mentions before throwing his first dart and hitting a ballon, for the first two darts he hits ballons but on the last on, he just barely misses. “Ah man, one more try,” Jae says as he goes to get out five more tickets but you stop him “No Jaehyung, we only get one try each on the games, remember,” You tell him with a hand on his shoulder and he sighs while drooping them “Which animal would you like, ma’am” The man running the stand asks you “Um, the elephant is cute” You point out one of the small, medium animals and he hands it to you “Thank you” You tell him before dragging Jae away from the stand.

The two of you wander around the fairgrounds for a little while looking for the next game that was on your list as you held your little, purple elephant. “Look, there’s skee ball” Jae points out at the arcade area “That means there’s gotta be that basketball game close by too” You mention and he nods “Do you wanna try the skee ball?” Jae asks you and you nod before handing him the elephant prize and starting the machine game. The crew quickly tells you the range of points you need to get to cross it off your checklist before you play. “Wow, you’re pretty good” Jae mentions after you're able to get the ball into the hundred slots a couple of times and in the fifties other times. You beat the game easily and the two of you mark off the game on your card before going to find the basketball game where it’s Jae’s turn to win the game and mark it off the card. “The last two games are a shooting game and the baseball one” Jae reads the card and you nod “Let’s try the baseball game next since I think the shooting game will be the hardest” You tell him and he nods as well before heading off in a random direction to find the baseball game.

When the two of you find the game, you shove the elephant into Jae’s arms and hand the person running the stand the tickets to play. “Are you good at this?” Jae asks and you shrug “I was good at skee ball,” You say simply before taking your first throw, you had perfect aim but not enough power to knock over the pins so you take your second ball and try again but when you tried to have more power, you lost your perfect aim. “What happens if you don’t pass the game?” You turn to Jae as you held your last ball in your hand “We both get a try at the game so I can still try and win it” Jae reassures you, making you nod before throwing your last ball where you’re able to hit just one of the bottles down but not win the game. You sigh and softly take the elephant from Jae and he pats your head before handing the person more tickets for his try at the game. With the first throw, he’s able to knock down two of the bottles, his aim wasn’t great but just good enough to hit the bottles and with enough power to hit them down.”Wow,” You said in shock which he hears and makes him smirk slightly before grabbing the next ball and grazing the last bottle standing “Hey, don’t try and show off,” You tell him and he now blushes before nodding and grabbing the last ball and hitting down the last bottle.

For the baseball game prize, you were handed an inflatable, giant, microphone to which you held up to Jae’s face “Sing something for me” You tell him and he moves the microphone out of his face “Here?” He asks as he stamps the mission card and the two of you start to walk. The sun was setting now and you walked to find the last game “Yeah, here” You say simply and he sighs “What song then?” He asks, stopping his steps and looking you in the eyes. “I smile” You request “Okay,” He says before clearing his throat and started to belt out his first verse in the song, also known as the chorus “But today, I smile. Even though it hurts, I smile. In front of you, I pretend that I’m fine, I pretend that I’m okay, I have to.” He finishes and smiles how you before snatching the microphone from your hand and smacking you lightly in the head with it. I smile wasn’t your favorite song from Day6 at that time but now it was “That was beautiful” You said softly before taking the microphone back and smacking him this time “Your turn,” He says and points the microphone at you “What?” You ask and look at him as the two of you start to walk again “Your turn to sing, I wanna hear something” He tells you but you shake your head “I’m an actress, not a singer” You tell him and decline his request.

The two of you walk around the fairgrounds once again and keep asking the crew if the shooting games they were coming by were acceptable for the challenge, but they weren’t, the two of you needed to find a shooting game with a pellet gun. Finally, the two of you find the game and Jae takes his chances first on beating the game and all he has to do his hit the center five times with ten tries, which means he has a 50/50 chance. He gets positioned with the gun and you quickly take out your phone and snap some photos of him before he’s finished. He places the gun back down and you slip your phone back into your pocket while the target he was shooting out was brought forward for him to see. You look over his shoulder to see the chart and let out a little laugh “You only got three” You tell him and he turns to you “Yeah, I know!” He flips out and crouches down in defeat “Don’t worry Jaehyung, I’ve got this” You tell him, patting his back before taking the tickets out of his pocket and handing them over to play the game. 

You stuff the elephant and microphone into Jae’s arms before getting into position and ready to shoot; for your new upcoming drama that wasn’t announced yet, you were playing the role of a cop which meant you had the chance to practice your shot and even went to the shooting range every once in a while. The bell rings and you take your ten shots before setting the gun down, waiting for the target to come back up for you to see. You grab the paper and smirk before showing it to Jae “Look, nine out of ten right on the bullseye” You say and wave the paper in front of his face where he’s still crouched down and sulking. “What, no way,” He says, standing quickly and snatching the paper out of your hands to look at it “Oh my god, you’re scary,” He says slowly before laughing “Ma’am, please pick your prize” The man running the stand says and motions to the giant stuffed bulls on top of the stand that was bigger than you and Jae combined “Uh, I’ll just take that small bull instead” You said and pointed out the bull “Are you sure? You won the big prize” He asks to make sure “Yup, the small one is cuter” You say and he hands you the small prize. “Come on, let's go get our key!” You say excitedly and take Jae’s hand in yours before rushing off towards the ferris wheel; where at the bottom of the mission card it was noted to go there when you passed all the games.

When the two of you arrived at the ferris wheel and at the front of the line, you handed the completed mission card to the operator to which he handed you another red mission envelope “Would you like to get on the ride?” He asks and you look at Jae, excited. “Yes please!” You say and drag Jae onto the ride where the two of you are secured in the cart before he starts the ride again “Let’s open the envelope” Jae says and you hand it to him, he opens the top and the only thing inside was a pair of home keys and a card with your new address. “I can’t believe we’re finally moving in together, it feels like we’re actually married,” You say and stare at the keys and he stares at you “Yeah, I can’t believe it,” Jae says softly.

[artificialqueens]

Gold Dust Woman Ch. 2 (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: thank you so much to everyone who’s given me positive feedback on this fic! it makes me so happy, and definitely motivates me to write more. as always, you can find me at @pianowired, and enjoy chapter two!

When Sharon woke up the next morning, she felt good for all of two whole seconds before a mountain of guilt came crashing down on her. She’d left Alaska with nothing but a business card to her shop! A fucking business card! She’d probably never see the blonde again. Dragging a hand through her hair with a sigh, she got up to get dressed for work; she and Jinkx needed to unload their faire setup out of the van and replace their stock before they even opened the shop, so she needed to be there early. According to the clock on her dresser, however, she was about to be late.

Yanking on a pair of ripped jeans that had seen better days and a black poet shirt, she hurried to the bathroom to do her makeup, easily the longest part of her morning routine. When she had deemed her smoky eyes and dark lips acceptable, she rushed to put on heeled boots and get out the door to catch a bus. There was no time to drive, or even to grab coffee on the way, so she texted Jinkx from the bus in a desperate plea for caffeine.

Walking around the block to the back of their building, Sharon saw that Jinkx was already there, two plastic cups in hand. Sharon thanked the gods for her friend and accepted the iced coffee she was handed wordlessly.

“You’re usually the early one, Shaz, what happened?” Jinkx asked playfully. Sharon sighed.

“I have no idea. I guess yesterday got the best of me. Fuck this heat,” she proclaimed loudly, making her partner snicker.

“It’s not even that warm out yet,” she snorted, unlocking the van and throwing the doors open. Sharon groaned at the mess inside, knowing they had their work cut out for them.

“Thank Satan we don’t have to work today,” Sharon sighed, grateful for the extra time they had to unpack.

“Finish your damn coffee so we can get to work, Needles,” Jinkx chastised, tossing her already-empty cup in a nearby trashcan before stepping into the truck and hauling out a box. Sharon stuck her tongue out at the redhead, holding the back door open for her.

“There aren’t that many boxes,” she called after her, rolling her eyes but putting her coffee cup down anyway and taking a box from the truck and into the store anyway. She was right; most of the work had already been done when they packed up at the fairgrounds, and it didn’t take long to get the boxes into the store. The real challenge was going to be taking all of their stock back out of the boxes and replacing them to where they belonged.

Cursing under her breath, Sharon realized that she hadn’t brought a pack with her. After telling Jinkx she was going out to grab one, she made her way to the nearby 7-Eleven and hurriedly bought a pack of cheap cigarettes, knowing Jinkx would want to share and not wanting to spend more money than she had to. On the way back to the shop, she looked through her phone, paying more attention to the Etsy listings on her screen than to where she was going. This led her to quite literally bump into someone, hitting them straight-on. Both she and the stranger stumbled, but Sharon was the only one who fell, silently damning her own decision to wear heels.

“Hey, are you- oh my God. Sharon?” Sharon looked up into familiar brown eyes, taking the hand offered to her and letting Alaska help her up.

“You have a knack for catching me at the wrong moment, apparently,” the witch joked, dusting herself off. Alaska looked mortified.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“Neither was I,” Sharon shrugged. “Don’t worry about it, hon. Where are you headed in such a hurry?”

“I was trying to find Dead Dandelion, actually,” Alaska mumbled, embarrassed. “I was looking at Google Maps on my phone.”

“Oh! Oh. You were gonna-”

“-see you, yeah,” the blonde blushed. “I know it’s probably way too soon, sorry.”

Sharon shrugged. “Hey, everything happens for a reason, right?”

Alaska gave her a funny look, but nodded. “Sure, I guess so.”

Sharon gestured down the road. “C’mon, I’ll walk you there. We’re not open yet, but Jinkx shouldn’t mind.”

“Um, okay,” Alaska agreed, letting the witch take the lead.

“Can I ask you for a weird favor?” Sharon asked as they walked. Alaska looked over to see her opening a pack of cigarettes, carefully pulling one out. “Can you kiss this for me?”

“What?”

“It’s for luck,” she explained. “You don’t have to, but it’s good fortune.” Alaska nodded, taking the cigarette from her and quickly pressing her lips to the side of it, blushing when her lipstick left a print on it. Sharon chuckled and flipped it upside down, sliding it back into the pack. “Sorry, smoker superstition. The flipped one is the one you’re supposed to smoke last, and if you live long enough to smoke it, you’re lucky.”

“That’s kinda morbid, isn’t it?”

Sharon shrugged. “If booze doesn’t kill me first, it’ll be the lung cancer,” she joked. Alaska bit her lip, reminded very much of a girl she dated in college, but Sharon seemed like she was truly joking. They stopped in a back lot, where the redheaded woman from the day before was leaning against a wall, smoking as well. As Alaska got closer, she recognized the familiar smell of weed, and Jinkx nodded at them in acknowledgement.

“Hey, Shaz. This the girl from yesterday?” she asked.

“Yep,” Sharon answered, popping the ‘p’ and leaning against the wall next to Jinkx “I left my lighter at home, help a sister out?”

“Mine died right after I lit up,” Jinkx apologized. “Just light from the joint.” Sharon rolled her eyes, but took out a cigarette and pressed the tip against the tip of Jinkx’s joint, inhaling a few times until it lit. Pulling away, she grinned at her friend.

“Is that the stuff you got from Gia?” she asked. Jinkx nodded, offering the joint to Alaska. The blonde took it carefully, taking a small hit from it before passing it back. “Oh, she smokes,” Sharon jibed, taking a drag from her cigarette.

“Not really,” Alaska mumbled. “I haven’t smoked since college, I had an ex who…” she trailed off at the look on the witches’ faces. “Nevermind. I need it now, so whatever.”

“Nerves?” Sharon teased, blowing out a cloud of smoke before ashing her cigarette against the wall. “What’re you nervous about, dollface?” Alaska wasn’t sure how to answer until Jinkx snickered.

“Don’t be mean to her, Needles.” Sharon cackled, high and raspy, and something about the laugh was endearing to Alaska.

“Sorry, Alaska,” she grinned, dropping her cigarette butt and grinding it under her heel. “Wanna come in? It’s only gonna get hotter out here.”

“As long as you don’t mind…”

“Of course not,” Sharon answered immediately, ignoring the annoyed look Jinkx gave her and ushering Alaska inside and into the back room. “We’re closed today, but you can hang out here while stuff gets unpacked. I’ll probably do a reading or two.”

“Right, the tarot thing. How much do you charge for that, by the way?”

Sharon sat down at a table in the center of the room, taking a box from under it and opening it to withdraw a pack of cards. “For you, sweetheart? Free of charge.” She shuffled the deck absentmindedly, tilting her head to indicate that Alaska should take the seat opposite her.

“I can’t accept that,” Alaska protested, sitting down anyway. “Not again.”

Sharon laughed. “Sure you can. I like to do a reading in the morning to make sure that I’m in-tune with my deck. We have a symbiotic relationship,” she joked. Before Alaska could protest, she laid down a single card and flipped it over. “The Three of Wands,” she read dramatically. “Looks like opportunity is in your future, and you’re getting closer to a goal you’ve set. Something you’ve dreamed of is becoming reality now that you’ve made plans to create it.”

Alaska shifted in her seat uncomfortably. She didn’t like how vulnerable she felt whenever Sharon read her cards, because everything that came out of the witch’s mouth was spine-chillingly accurate. Sure, Sharon didn’t know that, but it affected Alaska all the same. Putting the card back in the deck, Sharon began to reshuffle.

“Um, I don’t really want another reading,” Alaska piped up nervously. Sharon chuckled.

“This one’s for me. Y’know, not everything is about you, pumpkin,” she teased. Alaska looked down at the table, watching Sharon place a card and flip it. “Hm. Okay.”

“Care to enlighten me?” Alaska asked, looking at the card blankly. The witch nodded.

“Sorry, yeah. I forget you’re not Jinkx, and you don’t know all this already. The Chariot. Achieving desires can only be attained through self-control and the ability to harness the forces of chaos. Willpower leads to success and victory.”

“And is that accurate?”

Sharon shrugged. “This particular deck and I have a… special relationship. It’s always told me the truth, no matter how blunt or painful. So I guess, yeah, it’s accurate. Always is. The cards usually know more about us than we do.”

“So I’ll accomplish whatever it is that I’m trying to make real, and you’re gonna do the same thing as long as you maintain control?”

“It looks that way, doesn’t it?” Sharon tilted her head to one side, looking Alaska up and down. “So, you obviously know what I do for a living, but what about you?”

Alaska pushed her hair behind her ear, staring down at the table. “I’m a musician,” she mumbled.

“Really? That’s awesome.” At Sharon’s voice, Alaska lifted her head. The witch sounded genuinely impressed, and her smile proved that she was being sincere. Alaska flushed.

“I guess. It’s not great money, but it’s enough to live on, usually. And it’s not like I’m Beyonce or anything.”

Sharon laughed at that. “No, I don’t take you for the type. So you sing?”

“Yeah. I write a lot of my own stuff, but usually when I busk I do covers.” Sharon nodded in understanding as she put her deck away.

“What do you write about?”

Alaska shrugged. “Queer identity, mostly. My own experiences with identity and love and stuff.”

“And people are into that? Gods, I was kicked around in high school for just looking like a dyke, let alone being out.”

The blonde flushed again. “It’s really heavily veiled,” she admitted. “I don’t wanna make it too personal, y’know?”

“Mhmm. Tarot’s a lot like that,” Sharon admitted. Alaska looked at her inquisitively.

“Really? How?”

The witch shrugged. “I know a lot more than I let on, but I don’t like being too specific when I’m giving someone a reading. It usually freaks them out, and I don’t like making people feel weird or vulnerable.”

“That's… surprisingly sweet,” Alaska said. Sharon snorted, but the blonde continued. “No, really. It’s nice.”

“That’s not really a word people associate with Sharon,” Jinkx snickered as she came into the back room to haul out another box. Sharon flipped her off.

“I can be nice,” she argued. Jinkx raised an eyebrow, and Sharon stood up, gesturing to Alaska. “If I was a total bitch, Alaska wouldn’t have come back.”

“I might have,” she said, and Jinkx let out a triumphant cackle, “But only because you’re hot,” she finished in a mumble. Sharon shoved a laughing Jinkx out of the room, flushing slightly.

“You think I’m hot,” she deadpanned. It was more of a statement than a question, but Alaska still nodded.

“Obviously,” she answered with a tiny smile. Sharon’s expression never wavered as she crossed the small room and swung a leg over Alaska’s lap, straddling her before connecting their lips.

Alaska shuddered, caught off-guard for just a moment before adjusting and letting her hands rest on Sharon’s hips. The witch cupped her jaw, slipping her tongue between Alaska’s parted lips and intensifying their kiss, grinding gently against her. The blonde let out a soft noise of contentment as her hands slid down to cup Sharon’s ass and stroke her thighs. The holes in her ripped jeans allowed Alaska to splay her hands out on the tops of Sharon’s thighs and feel the softness of her skin in places where the fabric was torn, and the witch shuddered at her touch.

Sharon lifted the hem of Alaska’s t-shirt and slid her hands underneath, her palms cool against the blonde’s heated skin. Alaska made another little noise and Sharon broke the kiss to laugh and press a gentle peck to her cheek.

“You are adorable,” she murmured, cupping Alaska’s breasts and squeezing gently. Alaska let out a squeal at the unexpected move, but Sharon was too busy kissing her jaw to see the way she was blushing. Her lips were soft and plush against Alaska’s neck, and she tipped her head back to give Sharon better access, gasping as the witch sucked a hickey into her delicate skin.

“Mother Goddess, are you two fucking kidding me?”

Sharon twisted to face Jinkx, who stood in the doorway with a frown. “Sorry, Jinkxy,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. Alaska sort of wished she was invisible, but Jinkx only rolled her eyes as she discarded an empty box on the floor.

“Thank you so much for helping me unload, Sharon.”

“Hey! Which one of us set up the entire fucking booth yesterday while you napped in the passenger seat?”

Jinkx stuck out her tongue at Sharon. “Just come help me, Needles.”

“What are you, my boss? Fuck right off,” she proclaimed succinctly, giving Alaska a peck on the lips to punctuate her sentence. Alaska was still silent and flushing, unsure of just what she was supposed to do in a situation like this.

“God, I wish you weren’t a founder, otherwise I’d fucking kick you out,” Jinkx complained. “I’m gonna leave to set up for the Esbat, which means you need to lock up the last door. And don’t be late.”

Sharon nodded. “I’ll be there.” When Jinkx left them alone again, Sharon brushed a lock of blonde hair out of Alaska’s face and kissed her cheek. “Sorry she interrupted us,” she smirked. Alaska cocked her head to one side.

“What did she mean about the founder thing? And what’s an Esbat?”

“I’m one of the founders of our coven. It’s a group of witches, we all practice magick both individually and as a group. I usually lead the rituals, since I’ve been a witch for the longest and I’m the most experienced. And an Esbat is a sacred day honoring the full moon. There’s one tonight, so we’re doing a ritual.”

“That’s… cool. How many of there are you?”

Sharon paused to give it some thought. “Six. Jinkx, Max, Raja, Pearl, Katya, and me. We used to have five, before Pearl joined.” Sharon stood up to lock the door connecting the front room and the back, and Alaska immediately missed her touch.

“So what are rituals like? Sorry for asking so many questions,” she added quickly. Sharon laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulders as she leaned against the wall.

“Well, it depends on what they’re for. Since Esbats are so common, they’re a lot more low-key than Sabbat rituals, which only happen eight times a year. A lot of the time, we don’t even do a group ritual because of scheduling, but we planned for this one. It’s a Thunder Moon, which happens every summer, and it’s really good for spellwork.”

“Wow,” Alaska said softly. “I guess I know a lot less than I thought. My mom went through a crystal healing phase, but that’s about it. All I know is that they do different stuff.”

“You’d love Raja,” Sharon answered, resting her leg against the wall. “She’s mostly a crystal witch, and she does Reiki. She’s also a medium and a healer, she’s pretty fuckin’ badass.”

“Sounds like it,” Alaska agreed, playing with the hem of her shirt absentmindedly.

“I think you’d get along with most of ‘em,” Sharon continued. “Max is kinda reserved, not a big talker, but she’s nice. Pearl has this super laid-back energy that makes her really easy to be around, she’s really likeable. Katya’s a crazy motherfucker, but we love her anyway. And you’ve already met Jinkx.”

“Yeah,” Alaska nodded, blushing a little as she remembered Jinkx walking in on them. Sharon grinned and pulled Alaska to her feet, wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing her gently.

“Jinkx’s bark is worse than her bite, I promise,” she assured the blonde. “Hey, if you wanna come observe tonight, we can make that work. If you want.”

“Sure,” Alaska smiled, pressing closer and kissing Sharon’s cheek. “It sounds really cool.”

“Mhm,” Sharon agreed, not entirely paying attention, as she was fixating on the warmth of Alaska’s body against hers. She traced a careful hand up Alaska’s back, tangling her fingers in soft blonde hair and pulling her in for a kiss. Alaska’s lips were so, so soft against hers, and her body was pliant in Sharon’s arms, pressed up against her so tightly that the witch swore Alaska could feel her heartbeat if she paid attention.

Though she was still a little anxious, Alaska found herself able to relax in Sharon’s embrace, feeling more at ease with her than she had in a while. Something about the witch’s energy was inherently soothing, and even the way she kissed was calming, as if she sensed that Alaska wasn’t completely relaxed and was doing her best to make her feel more comfortable.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” Sharon murmured, playing with Alaska’s hair. She nodded, unable to do anything but bask in the attention and think about how quickly her heart was pounding. The witch smiled, pulling away to lock up and lead Alaska outside. “Shit, it’s hotter than I thought,” she cursed, tugging at the sleeve of her blouse. Maybe black hadn’t been the best decision, but she was committed to her aesthetic and the sun would have to deal with it.

Alaska giggled. “Maybe it’s because you’re wearing long sleeves and pants?”

Sharon rolled her eyes as they began to wander down the street. “Yeah, maybe I should’ve taken a note or two from you,” she admitted, gesturing to Alaska’s skater skirt and loose t-shirt. The blonde grinned, twirling mid-walk like she was some kind of model. Sharon mused to herself that she definitely could be; she was beyond pretty enough, and had a tiny waist and legs for miles. She was definitely model material.

They ended up catching a bus back to Sharon’s apartment, and the bus was unusually crowded for a Sunday, leaving Alaska with two choices: stand next to a guy who kept eyeing her, or sit in Sharon’s lap. After one too many looks from the creepy guy, she chose the latter, sitting sideways and letting Sharon keep a hand around her waist to steady her.

On the way to the Sharon’s, they talked about their families. Sharon divulged that her coven was her family at this point, since her father had been missing since birth, and her mother had died when she was twenty-one. She’d been a great witch, Sharon told Alaska, the most powerful witch she’d ever met and probably ever would.

In turn, Alaska talked about her brothers, and how they’d had a rocky relationship growing up, but how they were much closer now. She told a story about how her brother Cory had reacted to the news of their parents’ divorce, and Sharon was remarkably attentive, throwing her head back in laughter when Alaska explained how their parents had babied her and Cory had gotten angry about it.

Sharon’s laugh was something Alaska wanted to bottle and keep for herself, the people on the bus who glared at them every time Sharon let out a particularly loud cackle be damned.

[coinmarked]

Donald Trump Threatens to Delist Chinese Stocks from the Wall Street Photo: UnsplashTrump is considering delisting Chinese companies from US stock exchanges. The move would come as part of a broader effort to limit US investment in Chinese companies and partly motivated by security concerns. This week was pretty severe when talking about tariffs the US imposed on Chinese goods lifting it every day more and more. When talking about US-China trade war, it’s important to stress out that this is something that started happening already back in the 80’s. However, since Donald Trump is sitting in the White House, the situation is slowly getting out of control – but really.We can all understand that one’s statesman policy can be about buying more local products, tightening import, expanding export etc, etc. However so far, the US has imposed tariffs on more than $360 billion of Chinese goods, and China answered with tariffs on more than $110 billion of US products.Only last year, Trump brought three rounds of tariffs and the fourth one in September where he imposed tariffs on literally of everything Chinese – from pork to violins, all with a 15% duty. Beijing, of course, struck back with tariffs ranging from 5% to 25% on US goods including a 5% levy on US crude oil and that’s actually the first time fuel has been hit in the trade battle.However, Trump decided to take this battle on the whole new level from which, we’re not sure, who is going to profit. His administration threatened to remove all Chinese companies from US stock markets and Minyuan Zhao, an associate professor of strategy at Washington University in St. Louis, said that, since in today’s world, plenty of capital is chasing limited investment opportunities around the world – “cutting US institutions from such opportunities [would] not help the US.” She added:“The ‘Chinese companies’ listed in the US are usually ‘hybrid companies’ with foreign investments from the very beginning. Take Alibaba, for example. The top five shareholders are Blackrock (US), T. Rowe Price (US), and Baillie Gifford & Company (Scotland), alongside the two co-founders. In earlier years, Softbank (Japan) and Yahoo (US) own[ed] almost half of Alibaba’s equity.”Soon after this announcement, e-commerce giant Alibaba (BABA) stock was down 5 percent, search engine Baidu dropped almost 4 percent and the depository receipts of online retailer JD.com were down 6 percent, respectively.And let’s not forget the fact that a lot of US big investors are holding large sizes of stocks in Chinese companies. Zhao wonders if the administration can even decide whether the company is “Chinese enough.” She said:“Rather than achieving a foreign policy objective, barring US investors from Chinese companies could artificially depress share prices and actually punish US investors more than anyone else.”Gary Hufbauer, a senior fellow at the Peterson Institute for International Economics, claims that there’s a 30-40% chance Trump delisting Chinese companies that, on a macroeconomic level, could strengthen the dollar and cause interest rate falling to continue.“I think he’s trying to find anything he can to distract from impeachment,” Hufbauer said.On Friday, Trump went back on where it all started (at least the newest stage of a trade-war) – on Huawei. Robert Strayer, deputy assistant secretary of state for cyber and international communications and information policy said US President Donald Trump would not ease the ban on Huawei Technologies in exchange for a better trade deal with China. These comments came just a day after the Chinese tech giant’s CEO Ren Zhengfei said Huawei would be willing to exclusively license its 5G technology to a US company to create fairground for competitors.Huawei, the world’s largest maker of mobile network infrastructure equipment, faces intense inspection in the West over its relationship with China’s government. It has denied US-led allegations that its 5G equipment could be used for spying. Memory-chips maker Micron shares tumbled 11% on Friday after the news the U.S. trade war with China is hurting the company’s business with Huawei. https://coinmarked.com/donald-trump-threatens-to-delist-chinese-stocks-from-the-wall-street/?feed_id=628&_unique_id=5d8fe4fea4f78

[morgaine2005]

Tressia BACC: Round 7, Clainy

Yep, after a few week of hiatus - which I spent out of town, building, making townies, building, panicking over current events, and building - the Tressia BACC is back!

And let’s meet the first of our newest citizen: Rhince Clainy!

As you might guess from the pic ... he’s not the most serious of Sims. A Pleasure Sim and an Aquarius, he has a personality of 2/5/4/8/6. He’s also got a secondary aspiration of Family. (He’s the first Sim in my hood to get a secondary aspiration.) As for his LTW, it’s a new custom one I’ve made up - Become Master Toymaker. In order to achieve it, he has to get a Gold toymaking badge and found a Level-10 toy shop. (I actually created a list of custom LTWs I’d be happy to post if anyone is interested.)

(Is him being a toymaker at all related to the great toy defaults @cindysimblr made for my SS gift? Maaaaybe ...)

Anyway, as for the rest, Rhince is attracted to ladies, and prefers they be charismatic and wear makeup. Formalwear doesn’t do it for him, though. He’s also a Jacoban.

“Wait! That’s not fair!”

Huh? What’s not fair?

“Me being a Jacoban! I can’t pull pranks, and as a Pleasure Sim, those are like, half my wants!”

... Sorry?

Anyway! Let’s have a look at Rhince’s humble abode. (I call it his humble abode because it’s just one apartment out of six.) It’s the Medieval Merchant’s Village from MTS if you’d like to have it in your own game. I made a few slight adjustments, but nothing major.

Rhince lives in the building in the back left corner, on the top floor.

And here’s his living area.

Same living area, opposite angle.

Bedroom.

Now that that’s all set, let’s sell some toys!

Fittingly enough, Johancy Birgil is the first one here. I say “fittingly” because Johancy’s wife, Nelarie, has the Marry Off Six Kids LTW.

“I have a feeling I’m going to be spending a lot of time here over the next twenty years.”

Don’t be silly, Johancy.

“Eh?”

This is just Rhince’s market stall. Once he gets this to Level 10, he’ll sell it and buy a real shop. You’ll be spending lots of time there over the next twenty-plus years.

Naturally the reporter shows up practically first thing - as does a new townie! I made *gulp* 24 of them to start the round off. (10 adults, 8 teens, and 6 kids.) The new townie is the one with black hair, named Gillon Rheane.

And here’s one of the new teens, Tania Estar! Rhince will not be setting his gender preferences with her, because no, just no.

Best of the best award!

“But ... I have no badges and no idea what I’m doing!”

Shhh, I don’t think the reporter knows that.

Another lovely lady that Rhince will not be setting his gender preferences with! This is Kaytris Etinger, another playable. Since she’s a Romancer and Rhince is a Pleasure Sim, I’m sure the chemistry would be off the charts ... which, since they both live in the same building and I have no plans for them to get married to each other, would just lead to problems.

Best not to open up that can of worms.

Melaflynn and Everin show up long enough to become bestest friends.

And before Rhince closes up the shop for the day, having gotten to Level 3, he unlocks the Silver Sales badge and the Hard Sell. Thank you, fall skilling bonus!

After work, Rhince heads off to the fairgrounds to get himself a cell phone and scout out the ladies.

“I am a Pleasure Sim. With a Family secondary.”

Yep.

And whom should he meet but Carlyn Adais, another new townie lady!

It doesn’t take long before Rhince is sending a wolf whistle her way, and Carlyn is quite receptive to the idea.

Two bolts, not bad!

For S’s & G’s I have Rhince ask after her job, too. Turns out she’s a High Constable (i.e. the top of the Military track. As a townie). Don’t tell Shola; she’ll be so jealous she won’t be able to see straight!

I have Rhince spend some time with the axe-throwing station so he can get fit ... but he’s not very good at it ...

And it’s not long before he’s interrupted.

“New in town, friend?”

“Uh, yeah ... what tipped you off?”

“Just your air, my friend, just your air. But let me give you a warning ...”

“There are some shady characters around this place, my friend. You’d best stick with me. I’ll show you the ropes and make sure you don’t fall prey to the wrong sort of people.”

“Um ... could you let go of me?”

And that is the story of how Rhince was in town for less than a day before he got robbed. (This is also Unsavory Charlatan Attack #4; 2 more and we’ll open yet another Law Enforcement slot!)

But even if Rhince loses his wallet, at least he gains some muscles before he goes!

“That’ll show that weird monocle man to mess with me!”

... Dude, you still only have one body skill point. You may be ripped but you’re still not exactly fit for trash talking.

“Well, darn.”

Back home, I have Rhince spend the rest of the day getting to know the neighbors and building his skills. Somehow this building is classed as a High class lot, which means I now have a bunch of Socialites and Techies in the hood.

This should be interesting.

I also take a peek in Rhince’s relationship panel to see how he fares, chemistry-wise, with the ladies he met today, and I notice something interesting. Since becoming fit, he’s now up to three bolts with Carlyn.

Interesting indeed.

But enough of that! Onto day 2!

Elice isn’t buying what Rhince is selling. Color me unsurprised. They have negative chemistry. Again ... unsurprised.

Rhince also meets another of the new playables, Barran Kierconin. Poor Barran must be desperate for human interaction, because every time I turn around he’s calling Rhince up to chat.

Rhine unlocks Dazzle, and Mercan is game enough to let him practice on him.

“Hey, I remember what it was like, being fresh out of the bin, no skills or prospects to speak of ... of course I’ll him try out his new skills on me.”

You are a good man, Mercan.

Rhince just raked that. *grumble grumble stupid Sims grumble grumble*

Barran and Elice do not get along. I’m used to Elice not liking people, but Barran went right up to her and started poking and all kinds of nonsense! Not sure what his problem is ...

Rhince makes the acquaintance of Istera Oskel. She’s a Romancer, so I have high hopes for chemistry between these two ... but they don’t have anything. No chemistry at all. Interesting.

In other news, we get the shop up to Level 4, close up, start restocking, and then ...

“Um, Mr. Evil Wizard? We’re closed. You can come back in the morning if you like.”

“Nope!”

“I’ll mess up your day right here and now.”

*sigh* Well, look at the bright side, Rhince - at least you don’t have to worry about roaches and lightning while there are customers on the lot.

“THAT’S the bright side???”

Once home, he spends a few hours making pet bricks ...

And then invites Carlyn over to Merrie Mellie’s for a date!

(Ignore the black pond water. I just put in the new water mod and have to update my business lots as I play through the round.)

Laughing together, that’s always a good sign for a first date!

It’s not too long before Rhince is trying to charm the lovely lady.

Double crush!

First kiss. D’awww.

Rhince is quite smooth. It’s not long before he’s making Carlyn’s foot pop.

Things just get hotter and heavier from there. The date ends up as a dream date, and I for one am not surprised by that in the least.

Let’s move onto day 3, shall we?

Not much of interest happens at the stall. But we do see the last new playable of the round - Shepherdess Alayne Jacoban. I’m playing her next, so you’ll learn all about her before long.

Other than that, Rhince gets himself a Bronze cash register badge (woot!), gets the business up to Level 5 (yay!) and takes all the cash perks (kaching!).

Before long, it’s time for another date with Carlyn. (Is the ocean water supposed to look like that with the new water mod in?)

It does not take long at all for this to happen: two Sims simultaneously in love. With three bolts.

I’m calling it True Love, which can only mean one thing ...

“So, um, Carlyn, crazy question ... do you believe in true love?”

“That depends. In what context?”

“The context in which you might marry me?”

*squealing commences*

“Um - is that a yes or a no?”

“OF COURSE IT’S A YES!”

Congratulations, Rhince and Carlyn! We have ourselves an engagement and another dream date.

Carlyn is so excited, she even brings Rhince a completely anachronistic gift over.

*kaching*

To day 4!

Now the last day of the round, coincidentally or not, is Sunday. And since Rhince needs to go to church anyway, I figure I might as well kill two birds with one stone.

A very good expression for one’s wedding day!

But soon it’s showtime. As Rhince and Carlyn make their way up the aisle, Shepherdess Alayne rocks out ... badly.

“Is there something else I should be doing?”

... Let’s just go with no.

The happy couple begins to say their vows ...

And the lot is blessed by a passing wizard. Maurice, I thought you were a Peteran?

“When it comes to helping out young lovers, I’m nondenominational.”

Awwww.

*sniffle* “I love weddings!”

(That’s Nelarie in the audience, by the way. I didn’t recognize her in her formal outfit myself.)

And once the two lovebirds get home--

“Er, can we have some privacy here, please?”

What? Oh! Oh, right, of course.

Anyway! That’s a wrap for the Clainy household. Most of what happened next was skilling, and Carlyn getting sick from poisoned mushrooms, but I can’t really show that because I didn’t get a pic.

That’s it for me for tonight. Thanks for reading, and happy Simming!

[mitchellmyliusfoto]

Willie Shaw: Skinny legs and knockouts

Story and Photos by Mitchell Mylius

Willie Shaw walked into Alameda County fairgrounds for the weigh-in of his pro-debut boxing match expecting the flashing cameras and the reporters asking questions--He even expected the trash talk.

“He said, ‘Your legs are skinny, you have no power,’” said Shaw of his opponent Tyler Marshall.

“My group was talking smack. Him and his group was talking smack,” said Shaw. “It was my first fight and I am humble. I just wanted to get in there, do my weight and rest for the fight the next day.”

Trash talk is simply just a part of the boxing sport. It could be used as a strategy to get into the opponent’s head and throw them off their pre-fight rhythm. But, this ploy does not work on Shaw. He feeds on doubt and negativity.

24-year old Will “The Thrill” Shaw began his professional boxing career with a knockout over trash-talking Marshall in the first round of the 2017 Squarevision Entertainment Boxing Show on Jan. 21 at Alameda County Fairgrounds in Pleasanton, CA.

“I came straight from nothing, the bottom straight up,” said Shaw to In The Ring Boxing after the fight.

Shaw’s upbringing is just that. From his mother passing at the age of one, to living out of a van in Oakland with his father for some of his childhood, trash talk is just fuel to his fire. A fire that got him into street fights on multiple occasions which prompted his father to relocate Shaw to his mother’s family in the Bayview neighborhood of San Francisco. His father was not available to comment on this.

Shaw recalls his senior year at Marshall High School when basketball coach Dezebee Miles told him he wouldn’t be able to make his team.

“I never even played recreational basketball,” said Shaw shrugging his shoulders. “ And then I became varsity starting point guard.”

After high school, he received a scholarship to play basketball at Stanford University. While the scholarship covered tuition it did not cover other living needs. Shaw says his first semester got messed up because his father was pushing him to get a job. So he applied to San Francisco City College, but without a scholarship, Shaw was stripped of cash. And according to Shaw, his father was not helping.

“Every financial aid check I’d get, he would ask ‘How much you got,” said Shaw of his father.

Things became more and more complicated as Shaw felt that he had to sell drugs and rob to make ends meet while he was trying to attend San Francisco City College.

“With basketball, I just wanted to impress my dad and play a sport on TV so he could see,” said Shaw. “I kept boxing and realized I have a fucking gift. Fuck school.”

Shaw then focused that energy into family and his amateur boxing career. While some of the people he calls “family” are not blood, he treats them all the same. His sister and freelance graphic designer, Sophia Tupuola, said this is something that just happens when you have families who live so close to each other. Tupuola and Shaw lived in the Bayview/Hunter’s Point neighborhood together in San Francisco and it was Shaw’s optimism that stood out to her.

“He used to say how he was gonna get rich and buy this whole block for our family,” said Tupuola. “Like how could you think out the box like that and dream so big?”

Tupuola and Shaw share the same ethnicity of being half-Black and half-Samoan. She says this the reason they refer to each other as family.

“Samoans refer to each other as brother and sister when it isn’t technically true. Often times it’s due to a shared struggle of poverty or extenuating circumstances,” said Tupuola over a text message.

The shirt that Tupuola designed for Shaw features a rendition of Shaw’s face with two gloves directly under that read, “Will Afatasi.” ‘Afatasi’ in Samoan refers to somebody who is half-Somoan and half something else.

Other than his optimism, his feel towards family is something to note. Tupuola’s older sister has 10 daughters which she cares for a couple who have been dealt severe cases of autism. Without her asking, Shaw would pick her nephews up after school to play basketball-- He would also teach them boxing.’

These aren’t the only pupils to Shaw’s teachings, however. He teaches boxing classes at Sunset, Mission and Tenderloin recreation centers in San Francisco. While some kids learn under Shaw, others are training right beside him at HitFit SF Boxing Gym. One of them is Cassius Soliai--An 11 year old boxer who looks up to Shaw.

“No, we never spar. We just mess around,” said Soliai laughing. “It’s like having another brother.”

Shaw trains with Jairo Escobar, who is a former boxer turned trainer. Watching the two do mittwork is fast paced and mind boggling. Mittwork is boxing jargon for training between a coach and their fighter on dodging punches and delivering counters. While Shaw is dodging a mitt from Escobar’s first punching sequence, he is countering with a jab and processing his next few moves that Escobar just yelled.

“From when we started training, I could tell that he was talented,” said Escobar as he watched Shaw spar with amateur boxer Charlie Sheehy. “Check this guy out he is really good man.”

Sheehy is a 17-year old boxer who actually has more ring experience than Shaw. While Sheehy has fought more than 100 amateur fights, Shaw has fought in just under 30 total. This sparring matchup was one to watch because on one hand you have a boy with a lot of experience and on the other, a man with heavier punches, but less experience.

“Everytime I spar him I feel like I’m sparring a taller version of myself,” said Sheehy. “I know every time I spar him I gotta be on my game otherwise I’ll get beat up.”

When the two finished sparring they smiled and gave each other a hug followed by a core workout session.

Marly McNealy, a local father to his 7-year old boxing daughter “Baby Bug” who trains with Escobar alongside Shaw, mentioned how he understands Shaw’s family background and also that of being half-Black and half-Samoan and how hard it is to achieve success in this world with that ethnicity.

“In this sport nothing is given to you,” said McNealy. “So when you see somebody who is as good as he is you have to just sit back and respect it.”

Shaw was supposed to have his second professional fight on April 8, however, that has since been cancelled. While him and his coach search for their next professional fight together, it’s time to put in work, says Shaw.

“Even when I’m not fighting, I’m still sharp and in shape,” said Shaw in a recent Instagram post.

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Biggest Lineup in Years to Highlight 4-Wheel Jamboree Season

As the indoor season for a majority of the monster truck tours draws to a close during most of April, the spring season officially means outdoor venues get to prepare for some faster racing, some bigger obstacles, and the drivers get to “stretch the legs” of these machines. Although many stadium events are showcasing a lot of fast action, there’s something about being at a fairground or speedway that feels so different to these teams.

No tour has taken note of how major these venues are than Bonnier Corporation’s 4-Wheel Jamboree series, which again is headlined by title sponsor Lucas Oil.

The other title sponsor that headlines the jamborees, General Tire, has returned once again to showcase the best that the jamboree has to offer in monster truck racing, and freestyle. A year ago, an extremely stacked, powerful, and intense field of drivers and trucks gave many highlights that fans still remember a year later. But, the season also ended with a bit of controversy, and maybe confusion.

Everyone is ready for a new year, a fresh beginning, and zero doubt as to who will be the best at day’s end.

What the folks at Bonnier Corporation, with the help of WHR Motorsports, did for this year is not only bring back the reigning and defending champions, but also bring back some drivers that have long been favorites of the crowd. Maybe that is lucky, because the field for this year’s jamboree season is an odd number, with seven powerful, driven, and no-nonsense drivers and trucks, ready to pounce at a moment’s notice.

Let’s take a look at this year’s competition:

Lucas Oil Bigfoot 2019 Ford Raptor Trophy Truck Driver: Christian Norman

Headlining this year’s jamboree tour once again is always the truck that began the industry, and even it’s creator has said the jamboree shows themselves have helped shape the team into what it is today. For the 31st time, a Bigfoot truck will be in attendance at the jamborees, chasing after a championship.

According to the Bigfoot website, the man that will be having the duty of defending the racing championship from a season ago is the same one who was not only a rookie with the team in 2018, but also was competing for the first time at the jamborees. Christian Norman surprised everyone with how smooth he could handle the #18 chassis from the Bigfoot team, and it led him all the way to Indianapolis with a chance to win a championship.

In the end, he did that, although he settle with splitting the racing title (more on that in a bit), but this year, Norman has been standing tall in his own right. He’s been very successful driving on the Hot Wheels tour, and is ready to let this truck show what it really can do in a big environment.

The original monster truck is ready to turn it loose on the field in 2019, and Norman is no rookie any longer, but a polished driver with proven equipment, and he wants his title outright.

Raminator 2018 Ram Heavy Duty Driver: Mark Hall

As stated above, last year’s General Tire Monster Truck Thunder Drags ended with a bit of controversy. The biggest reason: two drivers tied at season’s end, meaning for the first time, co-champions were crowned.

Along with Norman, the other man that relied on consistency to achieve a title is no stranger to holding a championship. Although, he returned to the jamborees after one year away. This time, he’s returning, just like Norman, to achieve a championship outright, with no doubts.

It certainly helps that Mark Hall has been a rival to the Bigfoot team for many years, although it has been a rivalry of competition and respect. The man at the wheel of the 2018 Ram Heavy Duty has seen a lot of action in the last several years with the jamboree tour, including a very scary and violent roll last year at Bloomsburg that saw the truck destroy the body. He showed how strong the equipment was by coming back and winning the racing bracket that day, but during the week Hall was sore from the roll, even with the safety equipment doing its job. But, he recovered and came back like the Phoenix to achieve a title.

For 2019, he will return to the jamborees hoping to prove that he is dominant, and leave little doubt as to what the HEMI-powered Raminator is capable of.

Overkill Evolution 2019 Ford Super Duty Driver: Mike Vaters II

There was controversy surrounding the racing championship a season ago, which this writer admits was partially of his doing, but there was never any doubt as to who the dominant truck and driver was when it came to freestyle. With a world championship to his credit already, it was already known that the skill set of Mike Vaters II was second to none, but for the first time he got to show off that skill set in front of the jamboree crowds.

Whether it was hammering off a combine tire, taking a splash in a pond, or sliding his machine to create a cloud of dust, Overkill Evolution was not to be denied. Vaters II was outright dominant from the first event to the last, leaving officials little doubt as to who the best truck was all year long. It was as if the truck not only took the punishment, but was begging to have more abuse.

The only breakage that seemed to slow Vaters II down a bit was at the final weekend when the team had to rebuild half the suspension overnight just to make the show, but he did just that and closed out the season on top.

Team Evo is back for 2019, heading in as the lead favorite to back up the freestyle title, but he too was in a spot to win the racing championship, so he could ultimately pull off a jamboree sweep in 2019. With the ability of the driver, the excellent skills of owner/builder Marty Garza, this team will have many eyes on them this year.

Black Stallion 2008 Ford F150 Driver: Mike Vaters

Wherever Overkill Evolution goes, chances are the Black Stallion is not far behind. Already a hall of fame member, Michael Vaters is back at the jamborees for a second year in a row, ready to make his truck make some noise.

His entire team is going through a lot of changes this summer, some big changes. It was revealed on social media that team driver Matt Cody, driver of Blue Thunder and Iron Warrior, is in the process of getting a brand new chassis under him. It will be the first new chassis in the Vaters camp since the mid-2000’s when Vaters’ current chassis made its debut. The truck itself will have a chassis similar to that of Overkill Evolution, however it will be set up to Cody’s liking.

For Vaters, that means he will have to push himself even more to show that even though his piece is nearly 15 years old, it can still get the job done. After all, he’s still a capable driver, with 37 years experience at the wheel, and is no stranger to the jamboree vibe.

General Tire 2018 Ram 1500 Driver: Kurt Kraehmer

The other rookie driver last year on the jamboree tour had a lot of pressure from the moment he stepped into the roll cage. Kurt Kraehmer was taking over not just as the man with a title sponsor on his truck, but also was taking over the chassis that holds a world record.

It turns out, he was more than up for the challenge. Kraehmer put the Ram 1500 General Tire machine through it’s paces, pushing the deep cleat tires through mud, water, dirt and grass to show that he is a capable driver at the wheel.

With more seat time over this winter, his ability has been exceptional, and the fans are enjoying seeing the young man put on a show. This year, he gets to do so again with the General Tire monster, literally. Since the new graphics for this truck were debuted in 2016, it seems to have been given a more aggressive and meaner look. It has certainly helped in sales for the tire brand, as I can attest to since I bought my second set for my current truck last year. It has been a great partnership that continues to be strong for all involved.

Once again, Kraehmer will try to put this machine in victory circle, but now that he’s gotten his first win under his belt this winter, his confidence is high and he’s ready to make an impact.

Xtreme Diesel 2018 Ram 1500 Driver: Dave Radzierez NOTE-Bloomsburg ONLY

Since 2016, there has been one team that fans have been wanting to see back on this tour. It was posted beginning when the lineup was listed, fans have been asking to “bring him back” to put on a show. The reason, they know what the truck and driver can do. He has no plan except turning on the truck and hitting the loud pedal.

Well, after three years, the time has come. He’s back, the man that started a new revolution in monster trucks is back with a familiar chassis, a familiar sponsor, but a new look, and a new power plant.

Dave Radzierez is officially back at the jamborees, and he’s bringing his Xtreme Diesel. Last time this truck, at least chassis, was at one of these shows was back at the Bloomsburg jamboree in 2016, where he shattered the rear suspension but made it back in time for the final show. A year later, he went away from just showing the XDP name, and unveiled the Xtreme Diesel look, but ran an alcohol engine. Last summer, the original “Diesel Dave” returned with a brand-new 2018 Ram 1500 body, but more over, an entirely new engine.

His truck is now powered by a common-rail Cummins engine that is running cleaner, smoother, and with practically no smoke. It has already made a major impression, running indoor shows this winter without any side effects. Now, this new machine will be making a major impact outdoors for sure.

The fans wanted, begged, and hoped it would happen, and now…it’s a reality. Although, the other reality is that Radzierez will only compete at Bloomsburg, meaning that fans who want to get “Xtreme” will only have one opportunity to do so.

Bad News Travels Fast 2008 Chevrolet Silverado Driver: Brandon Derrow NOTE-Lima and Indianapolis ONLY

Every year for the last three seasons, at least one new face entered the field to compete at the jamborees. For 2019, that continues with a driver that got into the sport by purchasing a well-known truck from a driver that was calling it a career, and has since made it his own identity. All the while, honoring the truck’s past, while looking to the future.

Young Brandon Derrow has shown a lot of skill at the wheel of “Bad News” and seems to have caught the eye of many. He’s consistently been skilled at the indoor events, but has always enjoyed letting the truck show off what it can do at a big venue. The chassis he runs is nearly 20 years old, and it still is winning events.

All the while, Derrow has said he’s been wanting to run at the jamborees, especially since he has memories as a kid watching the shows on TNN, something that this writer can relate to. The history of these events is what made him want to be a part of them.

Finally, the opportunity has come. Someone can, and likely will, say they “lose to Bad News” on the tour this year.

Derrow, his dad (also his crew chief), and girlfriend, Ashley, are all excited to finally run on the tour. Unfortunately, the Bad News team will only be able to run two of the three events on tour. But, that means that Derrow will push this truck harder, and make a bigger impact since he will have less opportunities to do so.

There are two guarantees, however, that will come when Derrow takes to the track. The first: no driver should think he’s an easy opponent in racing, because he will surprise the opposition. The second: Derrow will put that truck on the wheelie bar every chance he has, because Bad News loves to freestyle, and specializes in the wheelstand.

We are just over two months away from the opening event of the season, and many fans are ready and eager to get back to what is normally their spring or summer vacation spots. Many are also hoping that the beginning of the tour avoids the havoc that Mother Nature has seemed to dish out for what seems to be every year since 2015. The sad part, Mother Nature is unpredictable, and seems to not care what day it is, nor what events take place.

In any case, the 2019 General Tire Monster Truck Thunder Drags will still take place, rain or shine. Tickets will soon be available online, so visit 4WheelJamboree.com to get all the event info, along with ordering those tickets. Schedule of events will be posted prior to each show, letting all fans know exactly when their favorite event will take place.

2019 4-Wheel Jamboree Events

June 7-9: O’Reilly Auto Parts 4-Wheel Jamboree Ohio Nationals-Allen County Fairgrounds, Lima, OH | See Details >

July 12-14: A&A Auto Stores 4-Wheel Jamboree Summer Nationals-Bloomsburg Fairgrounds, Bloomsburg, PA | See Details >

September 20-22: O’Reilly Auto Parts 4-Wheel Jamboree Fall Nationals-Indiana State Fairgrounds, Indianapolis, IN | See Details >

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Album Review: ‘Judas’ by Fozzy

Three years is the longest that Fozzy fans have had to wait for a new album in a little while. But if that was necessary to get the final product that is Judas, then it was well worth the wait. Released in late 2017 (via Century Media), Fozzy’s seventh studio album immediately stands as one of their strongest releases to date. One carefully curated, from selecting just the right songs to put on it to placing them in the perfect order in regards to the track listing. The amount of time, dedication and passion that went into making it seeps through at every turn as it aims to take fans and listeners on an enthralling and rousing ride. Kicking off with the lead single and title track, “Judas”, the song begins the listening experience in impeccable fashion. Providing the foundation for the other ten songs to come, it immediately establishes the overwhelming intensity that is a hallmark of Judas, found on every single track. That may be expected of Fozzy at this point, though this collection of songs is exceptionally so; “Judas” being made better by the moody and atmospheric start. The eerie and dark tones heard on the first verse as the song begins to pick up steam is crucial to setting the mood, since, at its core, “Judas” is about a brutal inner struggle, one of a man who has betrayed the people he cared for, becoming his own personal Judas in the process. Through the music it nicely illustrates the already lost cause of a person attempting to keep the darkness in them at bay. One of Fozzy’s greatest pieces to date, that track on its own elevates the band to a whole new level, proving Chris Jericho, Rich Ward, Frank Fontsere, Billy Grey, and Paul Di Leo more raw and forceful then ever. And that is them merely beginning to flex their muscle.

The most sentimental song on the album, just a reading of the lyrics might suggest that “Wordsworth Way” would be a slower, maybe even acoustic type song. However, it’s anything but. Instead, the track feels like a hybrid of a classic rock (say, the ‘80s era) and modern arena rock. The keys further perpetuate that old school vibe, even being every bit as prominent as the roaring riffs and thunderous percussion at times. Everything about “Wordsworth Way” is grand. The instruments are bold and heartfelt, even when they taper off a hair on the verses; the sizzling solo that precedes the final chorus personifying rock ‘n’ roll, just being wild and chaotic, somehow providing an enormous jolt to the already massive number. All of that combines to allow Jericho to give one of the most impassioned performances of the entire album. “…Help me find the way, to get back from where I came. 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Other Tour Dates: 2018 February 28--House of Blues--New Orleans, LA March 1--Scout Bar--Houston, TX 2--Canton Hall--Dallas, TX 3--Jake's Backroom--Lubbock, TX 7--Club XS--Tucson, AZ 8--Marquee Theatre--Tempe, AZ 9--House of Blues--San Diego, CA 10--Whisky A Go Go--West Hollywood, CA 13--Slim's--San Francisco, CA 15--Dante's--Portland, OR 27--Turner Hall Ballroom--Milwaukee, WI 28--Bottom Lounge--Chicago, IL 29--The Intersection--Grand Rapids, MI 30--The Shelter--Detroit, MI 31--Oddbody's--Dayton, OH April 2--House of Blues--Cleveland, OH 3--Jergel's Rhythm Grille--Warrendale, PA 4--Upstate Concert Hall--Clifton Park, NY 5--Gramercy Theatre--New York, NY 6--The Foundry--Philadelphia, PA 7--Aura--Portland, ME 8--Wally's Pub--Hampton, NH 20--Amalie Arena--Tampa, FL 21--Central Florida Fairgrounds--Orlando, FL July 31--Rock Planet--Cervia, Italy August 4--Bi NUU--Berlin, Germany 7--Colos-Saal--Aschaffenburg, Germany 10--De Lange Munte--Courtrai, Belgium 11--FESTIVAL AREA DE LANGE MUNTE--Kortrijk, Belgium 12--FESTIVAL AREA DE LANGE MUNTE--Kortrijk, Belgium

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Any person that thinks further thank their nose knows that America stopped being great when the undemocratic Democrats showed their true colours. They have done everything possible to destabilize their own country and their enemies have welcomed it with open arms. Now you get people that are clearly a threat to America and its people being cheered on by the undomocrats. America is weakend by all the propoganda within. I bet after Trump it will be turned into a weak liberal paradise. America is falling.It’s very long. I really did try to make it to the end but the interpretation of events over these last decades since the 50s, all of which I experienced, is so skewed by a certain view, that I had to finally abandon the article. And can we just once have something that doesn’t insist on using republican and dog-whistle in the same sentence. That alone pretty much gives you away.

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Confused here as to how Trump compares with Reagan. Further, really not understanding how Reagan lead to a supposed demise of the United States. What I read in this article were skewed opinions, not unbiased facts. You can do much better than this, BBC.Reagan had two fundamental skills: his personal ability to communicate with ordinary Americans and secondly an ability to gather round him a team of experienced political heavyweights who knew what they were doing running the government of the USA and achieving the strategic aims of his presidency..

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The USA will make a comeback. Everyone though history as assigned the USA to the ash heap of failed states, but USA has proved much resilience then it’s sister states. From the British Empire, nazi Germany and USSR. The USA will out last communist China and modern Russia.Not looking to the world for the title “great,” looking to ourselves for validation. Goodbye world, not pandering to you anymore. And we elected a goon just to prove to you how far we are willing to go to pull out of world politics. You still don’t get that part though, do you?Well I see a disunited states and a disunited kingdom along with a fractional eu. Sit back and wait it’s going to be a fairground ride like you’ve never experienced.

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BBC please ask May to act on the large dossier of parliamentary and Establishment pedophile and other illegal activities she was presented as Home Sec. She promised action within 8 weeks that time, nearly 8 years now and true to form for May – nothing. Perhaps you could ask for Cameron to talk about a similar one he took from Carlton Television or the earlier one Barbara Castle put together and MI5 removed. But don’t do your job, let’s all dodge that bullet by making a huge fuss about innappropriate words and touching.Welcome to the world of the British working woman over the last 50 years – thank goodness times are changing. I wonder how many men read these things and will hold their hands up and say “I behave like that” it happens all the time.

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In the old days people were always getting away with taking advantage over others they argue it is silly pander so easy to turn a blind eye then. That was then and not so nowadays. So we live in today and when today’s social standards there be those would banter, taking the If You Tell A Redhead Not To Do Something She’ll Do It Twice Shirt, bully know they get away with it today peer pressure, friends in right places when tomorrow become today and present is in the past, what line you cross or advantage, the future may come haunt you for your past deeds. Treat people with respect and kindness you have little to worry. Think otherwise look at all the organisations and legislation eg GPDR, are all warning signs to us that our actions decisions will create our future nightmares paying for our lack of morale fibre, carelessness, bad judgement, the desire for something or someone in our past which is today. Corporate decisions to take advantage of circumstances, the board directors, etc the decision makers will be held accountable and they be going to held accountable for the actions.