#I love you Dolph I won’t forget you

[b0tsbby]

Someone on TikTok said there’s only like 4 Dolph Laserwork fans among the CL fanbase and it made me throw up so err reblog this if you’re a Dolph enjoyer I’m tryna find my people. (And trying to prove there can’t possibly only be 4)

#I’m kinda mad #because more people like that Racist Red POS #like #HELLO?? #he’s a funny villian ngl but to unironically like him is crazy to me sorry #captain laserhawk #the way it’s literally impossible to get the attention you deserve as a protag of colour #and he’s even gay like #“we want more diverse protagonists #‘Make your own characters of colour’ #and then when we do it’s crickets #I’m actually calling racism #dolph laserhawk #I love you Dolph I won’t forget you

[shishibloomy]

Can I get some Dolph headcanons please? ;w; Also, hello!

Yessss ofc, im glad someone asked about Dolph because I think about him a lot and it seems like he's not that popular sadly 😭😭

I know this is such a cliche HC but he’s is sooooo sweet when you know him personally

He really likes to make eye contact with you.  He’s not trying to be overbearing or intimidate you, he’s finally in a normal relationship so he really wants to cherish it

Anything you tell him, he’ll show so much interest in it.  You tried a new drink at your favorite boba/coffee shop? Tell him what you liked and what you didn’t like.  He’ll ask you to take him with you next time

He will be by your side to defend you if anyones ever messing with you.  He’s like a personal body guard and no one comes to mess with you

He looooves it when you touch his scar.  He thinks it makes him look unapproachable but if you caress his face there, he will be putty in your hands

Speaking of being putty, he loves to just relax with you.  It’s one of the few times he doesn’t have to act like an intimidating lion.  When he sits with you, he’ll drape over you a lot.  If you’re at your computer, he’ll just come and lay over your back.  

I HC him as having a kinda chubby dadbod (he looks so soft and huge).  He likes it when you lay on his chest/stomach.  He thinks he’s not fit enough but when you hug him and hold him, he forgets about all of that

I kinda imagine him having a pretty good sense of humor.  He’ll sometimes crack a joke and it’s always extra funny because you never expect to hear it from him of all people to say one

He has the sweetest smile ever and he’s always showing it to you.  When he hasn’t seen you for a while, his face hardens up more but the moment he sees you, it melts like butter in the sun.  

Mid writing thought: I didnt realize it but I started writing relationship HC, ill keep these in and it’ll just be an extral long post.  Let me start writing HCs about him specifically

He doesn’t have many clothes, but that’s because he likes to spend good money on a few clothes that will last.  He always asks Hino on where to go

He likes sweets.  Everytime they pass by a 7/11, he does a mini haul of candy he keeps with him.  Miguel always tells him to eat less but he never listens 

He really likes to cuddle.  Like a lot.  He has a hidden extra pillow that he holds when he goes to sleep.  If he has someone to sleep with, he holds them so tightly. 

He’s very close with Agata as a mentor and very close with Free as a friend. Even though they have a 2 year age difference, he looks up to Ibuki a lot

He wants to be more comfortable expressing himself and his feelings.  He doesn’t like putting up a front but he won’t tell anyone that he’s having these feelings because he’s supposed to not be having them in the first place.  Him and Agata occasionally open up to each other about them

He has the densest mane out of everyone and it’s different colors too.  He takes compliments people give him on his mane to heart and really cherishes them

Speaking of taking things to heart, he’s really sentimental.  If you go somewhere with him and there’s an extra ticket or souvenir they give you, he’ll keep it.  

#shishigumi #beastars shishigumi #dolph beastars #dolph x reader

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Shishigumi (whatever au you want) drunk texts

This somehow evolved into general drinking headcanons haha.

The more I think on it, the more I can imagine a Shishigumi AU where the lions are mobsters in a 1920s-inspired era.

Hope you enjoy!

— Psychic

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General

Alcohol flows freely in the Black Market.

If the Market is a fire, then alcohol (or any other vice, really) is the water which extinguishes the flame.

Alcohol can make you forget things. Some people have plenty to forget, and so they drink.

The illegal gangs which call the BAM home always find various uses for alcohol; as peace offerings, a way to flaunt their influence . . .

The price tag attached to the bottle is unimportant. What matters most is the bottle's story.

Stealing the prized liquor of a rival gang is almost as grave an insult as mounting the head of another syndicate’s boss.

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Ibuki

He isn't much of a drinker, though he does have a favoured whiskey.

Ibuki holds his liquor well. Even when drunk, he can't help but be hyperaware of his surroundings.

The Black Market is dangerous, and it's best to be prepared, even if you're in the safety of the Mansion.

If the others have gone out drinking, the bespectacled lion tags along as the designated driver. This role is shared with Dolph and Miguel.

Ibuki has been known to take pictures of his surroundings when he's tipsy enough. They're mostly blurry photos of himself, or the other, drunken bastards.

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Free

Free enjoys many vices— alcohol is one of them.

As much as he drinks, he knows better than to get carried away. Make no mistake about it— Free is on high alert when he drinks, even if that isn't visible immediately.

Amusingly enough, his drinking habits have given him a resistance to weaker spirits. Not to mention, his hangovers are not anywhere as bad as they should be.

Really, it's a miracle that he's gotten alcohol poisoning only once or twice.

He's the type to send drunken texts. It's mostly indistinguishable from his regular messages— Free tends to shorten his words and make spelling errors to begin with. (“fuck you” → “f u”, “sure” → “shore”)

He gets a good laugh out of seeing pictures and videos taken of him when he’s wasted. Always gets a chuckle from him.

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Agata

He's drunk alcohol before, but it's only when he joins the Shishigumi that it becomes a habit.

Agata knows his limits, but he can lose sight of those limits if he's drinking with the rest of the lions.

He's young, and looks up to his peers (especially Dolph). If they drink until they can barely stand, then Agata will do so, too.

Dolph won't ban the darker-maned feline from alcoholic entirely, but he will ask the others to limit their intake, seeing as how impressionable Agata is.

It's not safe for everyone to be drunk 24/7. A rival gang may catch you with your pants down; perhaps even literally.

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Dolph

He drinks in moderation— it doesn't make much sense for all of the Inner Circle to be wasted at the same time.

Not to mention, Dolph prefers his cigars, anyways.

There's no wine as sweet, or whiskey as robust as the first drag of a cigar after a grueling day.

The feline doesn't wish to influence Agata negatively. He won't put a damper on his own drinking habits, but he does try to encourage Agata to avoid the stronger stuff.

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Dope

He doesn't mind alcohol, but he minds the taste.

He wants to savour each sip. You can taste various flavours in alcohol. Bitter. Sweet.

Shit-tasting whiskey, godawful gin . . . he won't tolerate anything that's offensive to his taste buds.

As such, he's stocked up on a few spirits and such that he enjoys. Whenever the Inner Circle gets together to drink, Dope just grabs something from his private stash for himself.

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Jinma

Unlike Dope, Jinma will drink just about anything; he isn't selective in the least.

Whatever everyone else is drinking is fine by him.

It's not too surprising though— if you down everything in one swig, you won't taste anything. Rather, you’ll feel a sharp burn in your throat from the alcohol, and you’ll be one cup closer to being drunk.

Jinma drinks to get wasted— it's a simple desire, and as such, the lion is open to trying any alcoholic beverage that comes his way.

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Miguel

He loves to drink, but he seems to alternate between being able to hold his liquor, and not being able to do so at all.

On his good days, Miguel can down several bottles’ worth of gin and whiskey. On his bad days, he can only handle weaker drinks.

On the upside, this makes him quite the bartender— whenever the other lions drink at the Mansion, Miguel is usually the one manning the bar and mixing drinks.

On the downside, the hangovers he has on his bad days are no laughing matter. It's far too easy for him to be put out of commission until he recovers.

Amusingly enough, this never seems to deter him.

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Hino

He likes strong liquor, but his image prevents him from indulging in this preference too much.

Looks can only get you so far. Potential clients will avoid someone who appears to be too rough around the edges— especially if these potential clients are herbivores.

As his tastes are bad for business, Hino has taken up various wines and spirits.

They can be pretty strong, and yet, they exude an aura of confidence, elitism and, best of all, refinement.

You can't go wrong with a good wine.

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Sabu

If the Shishigumi go to a bar, Sabu orders a water or a soda.

His alcohol tolerance is pretty high; he used to drink a lot during his youth. As such, he sees little reason to drink to excess as an older male.

He doesn't mind a glass or two of whatever the bartender recommends, but the oldest member of the Shishigumi refuses to get drunk outside of the Mansion.

It's a safety hazard, especially if any rival gangs are out for blood.

If Ibuki, Dolph and Miguel are unavailable, Sabu acts as the resident lion-herder. Some of the syndicate’s members are a handful when they’re in their cups.

#beastars #beastars shishigumi #beastars free #beastars agata #beastars dolph #beastars ibuki #beastars sabu #beastars miguel #beastars dope #beastars jinma #beastars hino #ask #beastars headcanons #beastars imagines #just something short because I find myself lacking motivation in isolation sometimes

[angiesawakening]

IN THE WORDS OF YOUNG DOLPH: DONT PLAY WITH ME PLAY WITH YOUR BITCH 🔥You blocked me for 6 weeks than have the nerve to hit me with Gm friend!! Nigga turn around find the nearest trash can piss on yourself jump in it stay there.. keep that same energy the audacity to actually reach back out I’m not the type where u get multiple chances.. I’m not that one been there done that won’t ever do it again.. it should be just as easy to forget me as it is was to hit that block button MR LOVE!!! You know our situation I don’t need to say shit you broke that trust. Fuck you and your bitch! NOTE TO SELF: you play with fire you will get burned I’m still healing the first burn I’m not playing again..

#aquarius #Leo #fuck you #letting go #loveyourself #healing #balance #growth #facts #why #cut it #goofy vibes #don’t play with me #wake up #i’m better now #i’m baaaaack #quit it #good bye #2020 #happy holidays #play with fire #you will get blocked #blocked #don’t get me started #body postivity #twinflames #fool me once #kundalini awakening #over it #moving on

[adamwatchesmovies]

Johnny Mnemonic (1995)

Johnny Mnemonic is a tangled mess. Its incoherent story tries to cram so many futuristic and cyberpunk staples into its universe it forgets to remain accessible and relatable. You'll struggle to remain invested.

In 2021 (at the time 26 years into the future), super corporations own everything and hire the Yakuza to snuff out anyone who opposes them. Mnemonic couriers carry data in their brains, ensuring that no one can get to it unless they have the correct code. When a transaction goes wrong, Johnny (Keanu Reeves) finds himself strained under the weight of a 320-gigabyte file in his head. It will kill him in 24 hours unless he can deliver the data.

I won't criticize the premise. Without it, there’s no movie. It's actually an interesting concept to have files so complicated or so dependant on human interpretation that no computer could accurately transport them. To steal it, you'd have to do much more than cut off a handcuffed to a briefcase, you'd have to decapitate the courier. Much could be done with the story of a man who chooses to erase his own memories as part of an illegal operation. You're expanding on the premise a bit, but there's interest right away.

Everything else is difficult to follow, muddily explained, and/or illogical. We’re told mega-corporations own the world. That’s bad, but we’re never shown WHY. It feels like this detail is included because it's a cyberpunk staple. Repeatedly, we're told things but never shown things. Why does future Wal-Mart and Disney employ the Yakuza? Why is there a subplot in which Dolph Lundgren plays a 'roided looking to collect the bounty put on Johnny? The unnecessary elements to "flesh out" the world are everywhere, like a love interest Jane (Dina Meyer) who, of course, just falls head over heels for Johnny, and him for her even though they don’t have anything in common and barely ever talk. We’ve got rebels, double-crosses, laser whips, assassinations, battles in cyberspace, ghosts in the machine, and a lot more that'll have you scratching your noggin'.

Adding to the frustration are the awful performances. Keanu Reeves should be perfect for this role; struggling to emote due to his memories being stripped away, desperate to become human again... he's not far from Neo or Klatu. Except he's never convincing. You want to start calling for his resignation but then you realize everyone is bland at best. I think director Robert Longo is to blame. For the acting and the jumbled story.

I know most will criticize Johnny Mnemonic for the premise, which realistically, or at least as it’s portrayed here, doesn’t really make sense, certainly not in 2021 or 1995. It wouldn't have mattered if the story was compelling and the characters relatable. Things just happen so the plot can move forward and we can be exposed to one weird thing after another. I tried hard to care about what was going on in “Johnny Mnemonic”. I just couldn’t. It’s got interesting ideas and the dated graphics of people traveling through the internet are amusing, but that's about it. (On VHS, September 16, 2015)

#Johnny Mnemonic #movies #films #MovieReviews #FilmReviews #Cyberpunk #RobertLongo #WilliamGibson #KeanuReeves #DolphLundgren #TakeshiKitano #Ice-T #DinaMeyer #1995movies #1995films #2021movies #2021films

[aion-rsa]

Will the Rocky IV Director’s Cut Kill its Charm?

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Rocky IV remains a prototypical example of 1980s American franchise filmmaking, having conveyed a patriotic Cold-War-evocative ethos through the aesthetically shiny lens of scrappy superhuman pugilists pummeling each other over revenge and world peace, all to Vince DiCola’s absurd synthesizer-strewn score. Oh, and lest we forget, it had a robot!  While those attributes entitled the 1985 film to the smug dismissal and earnest appreciation of posterity, star/writer/director Sylvester Stallone’s upcoming director’s cut risks erasing its allure.

Stallone, who announced his plan for a new Rocky IV cut last year, has completed his redux of the famous franchise‘s four-quel. However, unlike that other director’s cut dominating current conversations, Zack Snyder’s Justice League, Sly’s upcoming Rocky IV Director’s Cut is an update of a film that was properly released by its director. Having premiered back on Nov. 27, 1985, Rocky IV was a box-office-topping hit that proved profoundly profitable for studio MGM, with a worldwide gross of $300 million ($733.3 million adjusted for inflation,) against a budget of $28 million. Moreover, despite its oft-focused foibles, the film retained enough interest 33 years later to be directly followed up in Creed II. However, to borrow his parlance from 2006’s Rocky Balboa, Stallone seemed to have “stuff in the basement,” to unleash for the fourth film.  

“We’ve just been working on punches and sounds because it’s never complete,” explains Stallone of his director’s cut approach in an Instagram update. “I’ve said this before, you can go back and see a movie that you’ve done 50 years ago and go, ‘I’ve got to re-edit that.’ And every director feels the same way. It’s not about making a movie, it’s about remaking. Unfortunately, you run out of time, you run out of money. They basically throw you out of the room. So, therefore, you don’t get a chance, but on this one, I finally got a chance, so I’m feeling great about this.”

While the full extent of the changes Stallone made to Rocky IV obviously won’t be known until he premieres his new cut, some tidbits have made the rounds. One of the earliest-known changes is the elimination of one of its most campy, pseudo-sci-fi elements, the aforementioned robot. Specifically, the Jetsons-esque talking robot—a real-life invention called SICO, created by International Robotics Inc.—that well-to-do champ Rocky gives as a birthday present to his leachy live-in brother-in-law, Paulie (Burt Young) in the film’s first act. However, the robot—complete with a fancy-for-1985 cordless phone system installed—became a punchline, even for within film, during which it was implied that Paulie eventually altered its settings to sound and act like an alluring female maid that worships him while fetching his beers. Thus, the elimination of the robot not only deletes the amusing automaton, but it also necessitates an essence-altering recut of Paulie’s birthday party scenes. Yet, Stallone’s response to a fan’s posted desire to give SICO a reprieve was met with Ivan Drago-like coldness, stating, “I don’t like the robot anymore.”

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And that brings us to the film’s Siberian Bull big bad himself, Dolph Lundgren’s Ivan Drago, whose claim-to-fame fight in which he beat Carl Weathers’s Apollo Creed to death will apparently be extended in a yet-unknown manner in Stallone’s new cut. The role positioned newcomer Lundgren for stardom in what was only his second onscreen appearance, having previously appeared six months earlier in 1985 Bond movie A View to a Kill as a thug named Venz; a role he acquired due to his real-life romantic relationship with co-star Grace Jones. Besides being an imposing spectacle of a human being (which he remains to this day), Lundgren’s outing as Drago was meant to depict him as the ultimate villain, a soulless Soviet slayer shaped by communism, steroids and all-around godlessness. However, while that façade was shattered by the end of the film (and even more so in Creed II), it remains to be seen if extended Drago scenes—specifically in the Apollo fight—ends up weighing the film down unnecessarily.

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Rocky IV Director’s Cut Will Ditch Robot

By Mike Cecchini

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Could Rocky Balboa Really Have Gone the Distance?

By Tony Sokol

If there’s one thing that critics can’t take away from Rocky IV, it would have to be Stallone’s artfully economic approach as a director. The film manifests as a slim, trim 91-minute affair that saves money by being deliberately diluted with lengthy montages—FOUR of them in total. In fact, even if we generously discount his blatant reuse of Rocky and Apollo’s Rocky III-closing sparring session for the opening scene, two of said montages fully consist of recycled footage from the previous three films. Indeed, the movie kicks off by playing “Eye of the Tiger” during the franchise-obligatory recap of the previous film’s final fight, and Rocky’s contemplative car ride after Apollo’s death is riddled with flashback scenes, during which a soundtrack song, Robert Tepper’s “No Easy Way Out,” plays out in full! You certainly have to hand it to Sly, the man knows how to get a big bang for his production buck. Yet, as with other intrinsically-Rocky IV aspects, one must wonder if Stallone has soured on his in-retrospect-amiable montage method of movie-making as much as the Robot.

On another note, Rocky IV is also known to be riddled with major movie mistakes, and I do mean A LOT of them; proverbial warts that have also come to define the film. For example, a major continuity mistake occurs before the Apollo/Drago fight when Apollo is in the ring trash-talking Drago, shouting, “I want you! I want you!” while his bare hand mockingly points at the Russian. Of course, just minutes earlier, we saw Apollo getting his hands taped up in his dressing room, and he was clearly gloved up when he came down to the ring in a James Brown-accompanied spectacle entrance. Additionally, a similarly bizarre mistake occurs during Rocky’s mid-movie vision of Drago in the aforementioned “No Easy Way Out” montage, which shows the Russian in the red trunks that he would later wear in the film’s final fight. Yet, most egregiously, Drago is clearly sporting the actual cut under his left eye that Rocky would deliver to him in the second round! While I could see Stallone wanting to fix mistakes like this, it would still be a shame to lose them.

However, a director’s cut of Rocky IV could yield benefits. After all, it could correct Apollo’s funeral scene, in which an odd focus error occurs on the right side of the frame that blurs out a few attendees, leading viewers to think it was censored. Moreover, it could prospectively integrate legendary lost elements. For example, Drago’s iconic evil line—delivered after he just killed Apollo—declaring “If he dies, he dies” was originally complemented by another would-be famous line that wasn’t even delivered in the film, but could finally get its onscreen due. Rocky IV’s teaser trailer featured an ominous introductory monologue from the villain that, contemporaneously, was just associated with the character as the movie line. Delivered in Lundrgen’s labored Russian accent, lines such as “My name is Drago” and “Soon, the whole world will know my name” were prominent pieces of the film’s early ephemera. In fact, the latter line was famously sampled at the end of New Wave act Sigue Sigue Sputnik’s 1986 hit (famously used in Ferris Beuller’s Day Off), “Love Missle F1-11,” in which the trailer clip—along with imitated lines from Scarface and The Terminator—was included to exemplify the song’s commentary on American cinematic ultraviolence.  

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Regardless of how it turns out, fans of the campy four-quel will be anxious to see what surprises Stallone has in store for the Rocky IV Director’s Cut. However, he has yet to reveal release date.

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[concussed-to-pieces]

Devotion

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Drew McIntyre/Named OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Heard through the grapevine that my boy Drew might have done the Lord’s work recently. In honor of that momentous occasion, I dusted off what was originally meant to be part of @hardcorewwetrash ’s Summer Writing Challenge (because, you see, I am a terrible person and never managed to get my act together for that, I KNOW YOU’RE SHOCKED). So now for Valentine’s Day you get old gods, boardroom meetings, wilderness excursions and past life reminiscing. Basically, my brand. 

Enjoy!

[!TRIGGER WARNING!: For mild ’breeding kink’, graphic violence and death. Stay safe!]

[!WARNING!: Rife with historical inaccuracies. This also may be considered religiously offensive, for which I apologize and advise you to proceed with caution.]

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The devotion was what caught his attention in the beginning.

Truly, the fact that he had solidified on 'he' in the first place spoke volumes. Take one of the faithful. Always prodding at him, making him toss his head in dismissive annoyance. Take one of the faithful. 

The incense was lit in the chapel for yet another vigil, another plea. He tasted iron when he appeared, the atmosphere thick and stifling with the whine of the fair-weather faithful hoping for their fortunes to improve. Godhood was barely above a burden and the Higher in the pantheon well knew his grievances. 

He was Actaeon, ruler of forests and wilderness, his domain stretching from proud mountain peaks to secret moors that man had yet to tread. It fell on him often to mediate in this modern age, where the incense was few and far and boardroom meetings broke untold hours. Greedy men overreached again and again, hand over fist in a mad dash to their own demise.

He had settled on the name Drew McIntyre, and through it all Drew sat. Certainly, he had traded the gilded pauldrons and breastplate for a razor sharp suit, but his story was lauded as a cautionary tale and little about him looked tamed despite that. His piercing blue eyes still glowed when his irritation reached a boiling point, his mouth set in a grim line that was about as hospitable as a kodiak's roar.

I will give you nothing, said those cold eyes, and it will be far more than you deserve. 

Hunter, the man who had once been known as Hades, was at the head of most conference tables. Always clad in some kind of glamour that hid his true form, flanked by his loyal Persephone Stephanie and Cerberus split into three bodies. 

Back and forth they went, Actaeon halting progress and Hades or Zeus or Dionysus or whoever demanding more from him. More land, more resources, more more more. Drew took sadistic pleasure in entangling the god-moguls and their flunkies in red tape, dangling fertile rainforests in front of their noses only to snatch them away due to easily-overlooked technicalities.

After the Fyre festival fiasco at least Dionysus (calling himself Dolph these past few centuries, who knew what the next would hold) was humbled, twiddling his thumbs and staying relatively quiet during meetings. Drew got the feeling that it boded ill though, since it meant that the reveler was actually listening. Possibly. Cerberus, or rather, the three men that Cerberus had become, always confiscated all cell phones before their meetings commenced, so Dolph (and anyone else for that matter) had no distractions.

Whenever Zeus was involved, the shouting matches kicked off quickly. At Hunter's behest he grudgingly went by the name Vince, though even after all the years he still sometimes failed to respond to it. He was not nearly as powerful as he once was, of course, no one believed like they used to, and he clung to the old ways while Hunter struggled to reason with him. All the eldest god wanted to do since he and Hera had become estranged was lift weights and watch professional wrestling; it was a miracle that he even made appearances anymore. 

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The ruler of Hell always put Drew up at the same damn hotel chain every time he managed to drag the belligerent patron into their meetings. Hunter didn't lack devotion. His contract with old man Vince involved such incredibly far-flung stipulations that for all intents and purposes, every exchange of goods in human hands netted him some percentage of adoration. Hades operated by the philosophy that 'absolute power corrupts absolutely, but slightly less than absolute couldn't hurt, could it?' 

The chain of hotels was one of those oxymoronic minimalist-yet-decadent types, decorated sparsely with furniture that boasted too many sharp edges. Drew always felt uncomfortable and he was certain that was the intention. Hades was all about subtle threats. 

You're on my turf, wild god. Better remember that.

Drew was on a first-name basis with most of the concierge staff in every location he frequented, accepting his room key with a roll of his eyes and some tired comment about how he was back in town for business. 

Running into an animal not in the lobby was...unprecedented. 

He stared down at the cat. The cat stared back up at him, licking her chops while she lounged in the middle of the hallway. Her muzzle was speckled with the remains of whatever she had eaten last and Drew immediately extended a hand for inspection. 

He wasn't as well-respected amongst the more domestic animals and the cat took her sweet time meandering towards his fingers. Once she reached them though, she was all purrs and apologies. Lost, she hummed, her whiskers tickling his arm. Help me?

"Where's your keeper, little miss?" Drew asked in a gentle voice that most humans hadn't had the privilege of hearing. 

The cat offered him a look that was a shrug, shaking her body to jangle the tag on her harness pointedly. 

Drew chuckled, picking her up and cradling her in the crook of one arm. "We will do our best then, won't we?"

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They didn't wait in the lobby for very long. Fifteen minutes maybe, Drew sprawled indolently in a chair that wasn't quite large enough for him. The cat purred away in his lap, happily kneading and getting white needle-like hairs all over his expensive suit pants. Not that Drew cared, he'd sooner rip the whole damn suit off and saunter back to the wilds where he belonged. 

Patience, Actaeon, he reminded himself with a heavy sigh. A few more days in this brimstone nightmare.

One of Aphrodite's own appeared before him looking attractively distraught and his breath hitched, sending the large man into an embarrassing coughing fit. The woman gestured at the cat in his lap and Drew hurried to stand, floundering with the slumbering feline. "Ah, I had no idea that-" He began, somewhat confused that she didn't seem to recognize him.

"Thank you so much for finding her!" The woman said fervently, grasping his hand.

Drew received no supernatural warmth from her touch, just mortal worship so heartfelt it hit him square in the chest. She wasn't one of Aphrodite's? How could someone so beautiful simply...exist? Surely, there must be some mistake. What was this feeling of deja vu that threatened to overwhelm him?

"She was no trouble." Drew assured, "Came right up to me when I got out of the elevator. I'm Drew, by the way. Drew McIntyre." He raised an eyebrow pointedly. 

No realization of his true identity seemed to be forthcoming, the vision in front of him introducing herself in turn as Lyssa. The name alone sent another jolt through him, much to his chagrin. Her smile was like the sun and Drew wondered if she was possibly one of Apollo's creations. Apollo had no real touch for beauty, though. Hephaestus? 

"Can I get you a drink or something? I'm only in town for a conference, so I'm a little booked as far as breakfast would go." She sounded self-conscious, fidgeting with the cat's fur instead of making eye contact. 

"How about dinner?" Drew asked, startling himself with the ease of his own suggestion. "Maybe tomorrow night, depending on when you fly out of here?"

He needed to talk to Aphrodite. Immediately. 

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Alicia took one look at him and tried to shut the door in his face. Drew barely caught the edge with his hand, giving her a smile that bordered on a sneer. "You've improved your craft, love." His tone was half impressed, half dangerous. "Setting one of your beauties on me? One who doesn't even know who I am?"

"You've got some real nerve coming here at this hour." Aphrodite muttered, the flawless woman clutching at her silk bathrobe. 

"It is noon, woman."

"Never mind that, what the hell are you talking about?"

Drew shoved his phone in her face, startled when she immediately looked (of all things) jealous. "I'm talking about this one. She's got a cat. And she's been crafted by you."

"She's not one of mine. Hera above, I wish I could take credit for that." The goddess replied crossly. "As far as I can tell she's the real deal." Drew was speechless and Alicia seemed to realize, a smirk turning her mouth up at the edges. "You're infatuated, aren't you?"

"No." Drew said firmly. 

"Mm, you're really going to lie to me about matters of the heart?" Aphrodite crooned. "It's been millennia since your little incident with Artemis. Still sensitive? I would have thought you'd forget."

"I was torn apart by my own dogs. Sensitive doesn't begin to cover it." Drew fidgeted with his phone, closing out the Instagram page. "I dinnae what to do." He admitted.

"Take her out, knock her up, tell her the truth or don't, and welcome another litter of demigods into the human world." Alicia said in a deadpan tone. "You really are so boring sometimes. It's no wonder you're the one who always gets your memory stripped, you're practically mortal levels of boring."

"I…" Drew hesitated.

Aphrodite softened, her sharp contours glowing ever so slightly in the dim hallway lighting. "You deserve adoration just like the rest of us, Actaeon. I know you've basically appointed yourself as nature's protector and as such have decided to distance yourself from humanity's praise, but humans need gods like you. Ones who don't play games with them." She said gently.

"If I do this, she...Aphrodite, mortals are so…"

"I know, they are short-lived. It's better to take your happiness where you can find it though. Don't live a lie, Drew." Alicia tapped her fingers to her lips and then pressed the kiss to his cheek. "For luck and nothing more. I know you wouldn't want my help anyways." Her laughter was a merry sound, bright even in its falsehood. 

…

It's better to take your happiness where you can find it.

The goddess of love's words haunted Drew while he prepared for this little...appointment  with Lyssa. 

Don't live a lie.

Was that what he was doing by shutting everything out? The whole debacle with Artemis, while indeed millennia past, still turned his stomach. His own fine hunting dogs tearing him apart would never leave his long memory, regardless of how many times Zeus humbled him and cast him to Earth with no recollection of who he was. Was he hiding? Was he really so afraid that something like that would happen again? He had traded his mutts in with his pauldrons, but he still occasionally felt echoes of their presence. As though he could turn around at any second and see them all eagerly awaiting his orders.

Drew huffed at himself, squaring his shoulders while he retied his tie and struggled with his top button. He wondered vaguely whether it would still be so difficult if he had picked a more feminine-presenting form as opposed to masculine, though he liked the form he had settled upon. Perhaps a bit too much. The broadness of his shoulders could be a little...difficult to fit into the dress shirts he was made to wear, so the battle of buttons was a familiar one. But that same broadness emphasized his physique and catered to his not-insubstantial pride. He had lasted this long, and what was the point of even having a form if you weren't content with how it appeared?

His reflection studied him from the mirror, blue eyes clouded with rumination on his past. His neck strained at the highest button with every swallow and so finally Drew sighed and left the offending button undone, carefully slipping his tie out of his collar after a moment of thought. Better to seem casual than tightly-laced. 

…

"So, to business, if this is something you want to pursue." Lyssa folded her hands. "I'm not looking for anything serious at the moment. If you're married or romantically involved, I'm not interested. I can't afford to be pulled into a pissing match, not with my career at stake.  That clear enough?"

"Crystal." Drew chuckled, appreciating her plain speech. "Games like that don't yield fruitful results. I'd rather be trusted." 

"Well my cat trusted you, so that's a step in the right direction." She smiled at him and Drew nearly choked on his drink. "You already have my number and I have yours from the cat debacle. What's your schedule look like?"

"I am free this evening, if you have the time. When does your flight leave tomorrow?"

"It's an eleven o'clock. I'm already packed, so I guess tonight will work fine." Lyssa sounded for all the world like she was planning a meeting. 

"Come with me?" Drew requested, rising from the table and offering his arm. She took it without hesitation or shyness, strolling to the elevator with him. "I understand the anonymity of this setup may be what you find most appealing. Rest assured, you will hear no questions from me unless you wish them asked." Drew deliberately kept his tone light. 

"I appreciate that." 

His own rising apprehension aside, Drew did his best to relax. It would do him no good to display the tension he felt. It was better to keep this as businesslike as possible, for his own comfort as well as hers. If they continued on in this manner, maybe he would learn why he felt like she was so damned familiar.

...

It was always attached somehow. He had never really noticed it before Lyssa, but now it gnawed at him. He wondered whether this hunger was why Aphrodite had been so glib about him spawning a litter. Did she know? Did she put the fire there to begin with? 

He knew he was being irrational. Aphrodite couldn't come close to his control, time beyond time having passed since the carefree days of his youth. Actaeon had failed, but Drew McIntyre would not. This arrangement didn't have to sour with reproductive ruminations. It didn't have to, but…

There was no harm in fantasizing about it. The desire to take Lyssa's unwitting worship and make it something...real.

She had, of course, been very up front with him. She was on medication, he would use protection, it was all standard procedure as they were both responsible adults. There was a relatively low risk involved and honestly Drew wasn't particularly keen on raising a brood in the first place, just being involved in the creative process. The notion excited him much more than it should have: the idea of coupling with her, breeding even, until she was overflowing. Being a god, it was far from an impossible task. Drew wasn't ashamed to admit he could behave more like an animal than a man, this fallible flesh doing him in time and again. At least she could keep up with him when it came to sexual appetite.

She would text him occasionally even if they hadn't planned on meeting up. Hell, even if they weren't in the same state. Just little snippets or questions about his day, maybe a picture of her cat.  Drew found himself slipping into the habit of checking his phone regularly, coming to learn that she frequently went hiking when she wasn't involved in business. She claimed to love the woods more than anyone and the God of the Forests had to suppress a roaring laugh at her declaration.

Not even Zeus himself could have rid Drew of his grin when Lyssa casually mentioned that she wouldn't mind some company on her next camping trip. He had been having a terrible day, but that message lifted his spirits instantaneously. He pondered at that for a split second, somewhat confused. Since when had he become so attached?

"Is that a smile?" Dionysus queried from across the boardroom, his eyes wide over the Greek salad he had ordered for the lunch break. "It is! What happened to brighten you up, Doomsday?" Dolph practically bounced around the table to plant himself in the currently-unoccupied seat beside Drew, batting his eyelashes at the large man. "Aw c'mon, you were so chipper a second ago!" The blond whined.

"I have a migrating headache." Drew said dryly. "It comes and goes. Seems t' increase whenever you're around." 

The reveler's response was an ear-to-ear grin and he leaned forward to rest his chin in his hand. "Do tell." He purred. Roman (the largest portion of Cerberus) looked up curiously, as if he sensed the shift in the atmosphere of the room.

"No." Drew snapped, already inches from wringing Dionysus' neck. "Whatever I'm pleased about has nothing to do with ye an' yours. Dinnae try my patience." 

"Psh, ever since Artemis you've been so-" Dolph didn't even get to finish his sentence before Drew was towering over him. 

"Actaeon." Hades' glare was smouldering at the edges. "Not in the conference room. You know the rules."

"Easy now, boys." Vince chimed in, clapping his son in law on the shoulder. "We don't want anything getting out of hand, do we?" Outside, the clear sky rumbled threateningly. 

Hunter sighed in annoyance. "Old man, you know you can't do that shit anymore. It upsets their meteorologists."

"I am Zeus! Why the hell should I give a crap about their silly weather men?"

"Enough. And you, Actaeon-"

"Dionysus never takes me up on my offers." Drew's teeth were bared in an infuriated grin. To his right, Alicia clicked her tongue as if to voice her disapproval.

"Whoa, whoa! I'm more of a lover anyhow, you know that!" Dolph looked wildly uncomfortable, like he had just realized that maybe pissing off a person who stood head and shoulders above him was a bad idea. 

Actaeon exhaled hard, forcing himself to take a step back from the situation. "Later." He said finally, entertained by how Dolph's face paled beneath his fake tan. 

…

"I needed this more than words can express." Drew breathed, his hands carding through her hair in an oddly affectionate way. Well, oddly affectionate when he considered the position they were in. Lyssa's nose pressed to his pelvis, throat flexing around his cock, every swallow making Drew grunt or snarl. "You are too good at this." 

He knew he had to keep his voice down. They might have parked the rental a good distance away from other vehicles, but it would do them no good if a passerby noticed her face in his lap. Drew half-groaned at the idea of being interrupted, feeling her tongue bathing the base of his cock as best as she could. 

"I'm close Lys, can I…" He trailed off, gritting his teeth when she pulled off his cock and started stroking his shaft with her hand. She rested the engorged head of his dick on her tongue, maintaining eye contact as she did. Drew had to remove his hands from her hair, one gripping his thigh and the other clenched into a fist so tight his knuckles ached. "I'm coming, love, I-" He choked his words off as best as he could, trying to stay silent. 

Drew was not a particularly quiet individual, especially during lascivious activities. He liked to think it was part of his charm, the blunt and brazen honesty of his own failable flesh. Lyssa certainly seemed to appreciate it, if the way she squeezed his thigh while she swallowed down his release was any indication. 

He went boneless in the driver's seat, panting a little. She rested her cheek on his thigh, smiling up at him in a manner that was wholly self-satisfied. Drew chuckled, running his fingers through her hair one more time. "How is it possible to enjoy you as much as I do?"

"You're just easy to please." Lyssa teased, giving him a soft bite on the inside of his thigh before beginning to straighten herself out. 

Drew followed suit and then stepped out of the small car, stretching his arms overhead with a drawn out hum. A deep inhale filled his lungs with the fresh forest air and he sighed happily. Nothing better than that smell. 

Her forehead bumped between his shoulder blades and she stayed there for a good minute, her arms around his waist. Drew felt something stir in his body, satisfaction, contentment and he cleared his throat, resting his hands over her own on his stomach. "Thank ye for invitin' me. I promise it'll be worth it." He murmured. 

"Mm, I'll hold you to that." 

After collecting their backpacks from the trunk, the two of them set out down one of the many trails. Not that Drew particularly needed a trail, but he knew that bushwhacking on their first outing into his domain might set her on edge. 

He let her lead the way and they made quiet conversation as they hiked, Drew keeping an ear out all the while for any nearby beasts. She seemed entranced at the way the birds drew close to them, a hummingbird boldly zipping back and forth in front of her nose at one point. 

Drew laughed at the obvious plea for attention, extending a finger to the tiny creature. "Feisty today, aren't we?" He asked softly once it had landed. "You eat well enough with all the feeders around." 

The bird voiced its grievances with hummingbird feeders, much to Acaeteon's amusement. In the meantime his hiking companion shrugged out of her backpack and shuffled closer, her eyes fixated on the complaining bundle of feathers. "How did you do that?" She whispered.

Drew tilted his head. "They come to me." He replied nonchalantly. "This one wants me to grow him more red flowers. I am no miracle worker, little one."

"Oh sure, yeah. He's talking to you. I'll bet." Lyssa gave him a smirk. 

"How else do you think I got your cat back to you so simply?" Drew asked, raising an eyebrow. "She is a headstrong beast."

"Well so am I, but here we are."

"True enough." Drew shooed the bird off and sidled up to embrace her from behind. A teasing finger toyed with the fabric of her t-shirt across her chest, making her laugh quietly and tap his hand away. "Not nearly stubborn enough to resist me." Drew continued, his voice low and gravelly while he pressed close and palmed her breasts. 

Lyssa gasped, her eyes darting back and forth as if worried that someone might see them in this predicament. "Drew-" Her indignant hiss of his name tapered off into something a little less stern than she probably would have liked. Her nipples woke under his circling assault, pressing hard against Drew's questing thumbs.

"What's wrong, Lys? You've gone quiet." Drew whispered raggedly, "Did you see something? A beasty, come to devour you whole?" His left hand slunk past the waistband of her hiking shorts, questing blindly downward for what he sought.

"You're not being fair, you got off in the car." Lyssa protested, her voice cracking slightly. "Don't tease me, Drew-"

"I'm no tease Lys, I intend t' deliver on any threats I make." Acaeteon mouthed at her ear and reveled in the way that she went pliant against his body. Her worship was sweeter than all the praise of humanity, her trust in him explicit and heady. "With just my fingers, lovin'? The first of many, we'll say." Drew promised.

"I'd love to see you try."

Drew's strong fingers tweaked one of her nipples at the same time that his other hand found sanctuary in her underwear. "Naughty girl." Lyssa sighed and writhed back into him, blissfully ignoring that they were still very much out in the open. "I love how quickly you change your tune when you want somethin'." Drew chuckled, fingers stroking and then spreading her slick folds open. 

When Acaeteon took on a task he deemed important, he poured himself into it wholeheartedly. Not many things outside of his interactions with Lyssa really warranted that level of commitment. 

"Lys." He breathed while she choked on her breath and shuddered through an orgasm. "You are not making this easy on me."

"I asked you to come with me for a reason, Drew." She panted when she could talk again, whimpering quietly after he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean.

Drew kissed her fiercely, tongue licking into her mouth to give her a taste of herself. "And what reason might that be?" He asked once they had parted again.

Lyssa stared up at him in a daze for a good few seconds before snapping out of it. "What? Oh! Oh God. Um, later. I'll tell you later. Look, we still have a long way to go!" She floundered, struggling to get back into her pack. Drew rolled his eyes but remained silent, choosing instead to help her put herself to rights and buckle her straps.

...

The campsite she had picked was conspicuously secluded, which Drew made a mental note of. Lyssa seemed excessively nervous for someone that Drew had already been intimate with, the young woman getting their tent poles mixed up several times despite her familiarity with said tent. 

"You seem tense, Lys." Drew teased once she had finally gotten everything squared away. "I hope I didn't wind you up too much."

"Drew, I…" Lyssa trailed off, sighing. "I want to ask you for something. And I'm sorry if you think it's weird or...like, if I make you uncomfortable. I promise I would never want to make you uncomfortable."

Drew raised an eyebrow. This sounded more serious than he had anticipated. "Speak your mind, love. Whatever it is, I'm sure I can handle it."

Lyssa looked so pensive that Drew was legitimately concerned, the smaller woman taking her time to settle into a chair beside the fire pit. They hadn't lit the fire yet as the summer weather was warm even in the evenings, but Drew had made certain to find a small amount of dry firewood for safety's sake. "This is super dumb and if you want we can just forget it." She announced firmly. 

Drew couldn't help but laugh, doing his best to mask the anxiety gnawing at his gut. "I think I'll be the judge of that, love. What's this turrible question of yours?"

"I kind of...I mean I've...look." She exhaled and glared up at him with a strange ferocity. Drew's pulse quickened at the intensity of her eyes. He felt like he was being appraised, but also, strangely, like he had done this all before. "I've got this...thing that I like."

"Ye. Bit difficult t' miss, love." Drew grinned and she buried her face in her hands, groaning loudly until he apologized and promised not to make any more jokes about his thing she liked. 

"This is hard to talk about so please, just let me talk." Lyssa said sternly. "This isn't something I've told anyone else and I've never acted on my...urges...before." 

Urges. Actaeon's mind raced. Mortals had very few urges that they catered to, what on earth could she be talking about?

"I've always had this...kind of...thing for. Um. Someone having multiple orgasms. I-In me." Lyssa had actually closed her eyes to say it, her knuckles white with the grip she had on her trekking pole. "Like sloppy, barebacking I guess? Breeding? I dunno. I've seen some stuff and I feel like I'd want to try it out, but I've never met anyone that I trusted like that u-until you of course and I really didn't want to get gangbanged so like it's really cool that you can do multiples, your stamina is insane-" 

She carried on rambling as what she said rang in his ears. Breeding. Drew was upright before he realized, stalking across their campsite with a certain, single-minded intent. "Lys." He said hoarsely, kneeling in between her legs. She kept her eyes closed, like she could ignore him somehow. Her face was all red and Drew wanted to laugh, to ease her worries and make light of this, but he couldn't find the ability. "I will do whatever you need me to, lovin'." He murmured. "If it's breedin' you want, it's breedin' you'll get."

Lyssa peeked at him. "What, seriously? J-Just like that? You don't think I'm fucked up for wanting something so weird?" Her faith in him was like warm sunlight after winter. 

"I wish ye'd told me sooner, truthfully." Drew admitted, "could have saved a bit of trouble for the both of us." He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "How much preparin' do you want?"

"Pre...Preparing?" 

"Ye. Do y' want to eat? It'll be a long night. "

"I-I mean we already ate lunch--" 

"That we did." She was adorably flustered about this whole thing. "What will you say when you want me to stop, love?"

"I'll say...um, I'll say." Lyssa glanced around. "Tent?" She suggested.

"It has to be somethin' you'll remember. If you'll remember that an' use it, absolutely." Lyssa nodded jerkily and Drew exhaled hard, rising to stand once more. "Alright." He muttered, stripping off his shirt. "Up."

"Up?" Lyssa squeaked.

"Ye." Drew lifted her from the chair, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. The large man buried his face in her neck, littering the sensitive skin with kisses and chuckling as Lyssa squirmed in his arms. Her little gasps spurred him on and he fought with the drawstring of her shorts, settling for lacing his fingers at the small of her back to support her while she struggled to undo them herself. 

"Drew, you gotta' put me down-" Lyssa began. 

"This is takin' too long." Drew interrupted, itching to rip the shorts clean off. He sulkily dropped into a crouch, letting her stand so she could actually slide the shorts off and save them from the terrible fate he had planned. "Underwear too, come on."

"So impatient! Guess I should be happy I'm not the only weirdo around." Lyssa teased breathlessly, obliging him with the underwear.

"Bra. Unless you want it ripped."

"Don't you dare."

"I will. Get it gone, love."

Lyssa grumbled, "fine, but I'm leaving my shirt on. Last thing I need is someone coming across us totally naked."

Drew was relatively certain that he was sliding into an Old God headspace, his mind running wild with the idea of reveling naked in public like Dionysus. In the meantime, Lyssa put her hands on a nearby tree trunk and just looked back at him as if to ask what he was waiting for. Drew growled a little louder than he meant to, the telltale sheen of slick on her inner thighs more than enough to stir his blood. 

"I will fill you until I'm empty." The wild god assured softly, fingers dragging through her hair. "Until I am entirely spent. Over and over until your hunger is satisfied."

"You sure do make a lot of nice promises." She replied faintly, arching her back. 

"I'm going to breed you, love." He warned. 

"I certainly hope so?"

"Excellen'." Drew unzipped his jeans and freed his cock, loving the way she shivered. "To business. You remember what ye say if y' need me to stop?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah, tent." Lyssa nodded.

"Very good." Drew slid his cock along her entrance, the heat of her taking his breath away. She was already soaked, ready for him, and he permitted himself a momentary loss of self control. Drew kicked her legs a little further apart, roughly shoved his hands up underneath her shirt to cup her breasts, and then sheathed himself in one steady motion.

Lyssa panted out his name as he started to move, the wild god feeling her worship wash over him. It had never been like this before. There was always the catch, the desire to be granted something in exchange for their meager adoration. But here, now, in the sanctuary of the wilderness, Lyssa gave freely of herself to him out of sheer faith that he would be able to fulfill her.

It was intoxicating, heady and rich like his first breath of mountain air atop Sgùrr Alasdair. Drew inhaled sharply and proceeded with his task. He had promised to breed her, and so he would. 

"Lys," he murmured as he sank onto his haunches and took her with him, settling her into his lap more firmly. "I will need you as close to me as possible, love. Don't want to waste a drop."

Lyssa barely managed another nod as his hand wrapped around her throat to hold her steady, her own hands grasping hungrily at his still-clothed thighs. Drew rocked his hips up against her, jolting her entire body with every thrust. His other hand yanked her shirt up over her breasts, baring her to the world. He was enjoying this, he realized dimly, this salacious act stoking something long dead in him back to life. 

His first orgasm struck at the same moment as hers, Actaeon grinning fiercely at the way she arched and crooned to him. But he ached for more. She had asked to be bred and Drew would oblige.

"I want you to grind against me until I paint your insides again." Drew snarled, his shoulders taut. "We will sire demigods, lovely and terrible as the sun."

"You say such nice things it's not even fair-" Lyssa protested, making him laugh breathlessly. His release trickled down his shaft, further slicking her needy body. Lyssa's moaning rang in his ears and Drew bit down softly on her shoulder, laving the spot with his tongue afterwards. 

He would give her exactly what she had asked for. Until he was spent. Until he gave out. In the face of such freely-given worship, what else could he offer?

...

The dream bled in slowly, firelight the first thing she noticed...

"Lady Lyssa?" The voice of Sir Drew roused Lyssa from her musings and she looked up from the fire. The large knight was studying her, his curiosity bordering on impertinence. "Pardon me, Lady Lyssa, but yer hem is smoking."

Lyssa squeaked and frantically floundered back a pace from the small fire. Digging her fingers into the dirt beside her, she smudged out the lazily-smoldering lace on her skirt's hemline. "Thank you, Sir Drew." She sighed sadly, holding the now-ruined lace up to the light of the fire. "Just one more thing I've lost, I suppose."

Drew bowed. "I am n' longer a knight in your father's employ, m'lady. I have nae such title." His rich brogue washed over her, giving her the peculiar feeling of being warmed from the inside out. 

"You're leagues more of a knight than that scum my father was willing to sell me off to." Lyssa huffed in aggravation, hugging herself for warmth. "You're still Sir Drew to me."

"Your kindness is, as always, a beacon of light in dark times." 

"I'm not being kind, I'm being honest." She muttered. 

Drew fidgeted with the penannular brooch on his shoulder, sliding the ring to loose the needle and unwrap the thick folds of his tartan. In a few moments, the heavy woolen garment was draped over Lyssa like a shawl. "There's no need for you to be close 'noigh to the fire that y' hem is burnin'." He said gruffly, now clad more plainly in his armor alone. "I can't have you catchin' your death."

Lyssa buried her nose in the tartan, the durable fabric worn soft in patches from years of use. "Thank you, Sir Drew."

"I am sworn to keep y' safe to the best of my ability, Lady Lyssa." He puttered around the fire, snapping a few branches over his knee to feed the small blaze. "The chill from the moors can get into a man's bones. God-fearing country it might be, but I wager that there may be older gods roamin' these lands at night." Drew mused quietly, almost as if he was talking to himself.

Lyssa pursed her lips and clutched the tartan a little tighter. 

Drew seemed to notice her discomfort, turning to offer her a quick grin. "Afeared of the dark, m'lady?" 

"Not of the dark, but what's in it. And you saying unsettling things like that is hardly helping." 

"You've naught to worry about while I'm here, Lady Lyssa. I'm much more fearsome than whatever ye could think up." The knight assured her, his eyes unnaturally blue even in the golden light of the fire. 

Far off, a wild creature howled. Lyssa tried not to jump, she really did, but there was no hiding her flinch.

"It's just a wolf, Lady Lyssa. They'll stay away from the fire." Drew soothed, one large gauntlet hovering above her shoulder. She found herself wishing that just once, the knight would drop his polished veneer and hold her.

"I'm sorry, Sir Drew. It has been...these are trying times. I don't mean to be so fragile." Lyssa mumbled, shame catching her words in her throat.

"It is nae easy feat t' leave hearth and home behind. There is no need t' apologize." Drew assured her. "I only hope we can get y' safely t' the coast."

"I have no doubt of that with you at my side, Sir Drew." 

"I must confess, I am a bit concerned about what y' father and betrothed will do to me once yer safely away, m'lady." Drew placed his hand over his heart. "But my own fears are naught in the face of yer peril, and so they will be laid to rest in as timely a manner as I can manage when yer safe." 

"Drew, do not say such terrible things!" Lyssa protested. "As if you would not be accompanying me!"

"Yer father took me in when I was but a lost stripling wanderin' the moors, Lady Lyssa. He gave me a purpose, a goal. I cannae easily forget that." Drew murmured. "Not even for you."

Dismay gripped Lyssa's throat like an iron claw. "Surely after all these years of faithful service, you've earned a moment of selfishness?" She felt at that moment as if she would have made a deal with the Devil himself to keep her devoted knight by her side.

"Aye, true enough that might be." The blue-eyed man allowed, a rueful smile touching his mouth. "But one often leads to another, as the sayin' goes. I'm loathe t' leave ye all the same."

"Is what I want not part of your plans either, Drew?"

"Lady-"

"It's bad enough to be treated as if I am being unreasonable for not wishing to be auctioned off with the summer home as an attractive virginal decor piece, but to have you spouting such ridiculous platitudes is-!" Lyssa sputtered furiously, her words failing her in her rage. Drew merely sat there in silence while she stomped her feet. "It's outrageous to assume that I could get far on my own. I've barely ventured off the estate since my father acquired his lairdship."

"Are y' sayin' ye would go willingly to that mon, trot yerself off t' market?" Drew challenged, "If I wasnae here, ye'd lay down for some elderly laird to further yer sire's plans?"

"Never." Lyssa barely suppressed a horrified shudder at the notion of sharing her wedding bed with the repulsive man her father had chosen for her. Drew's blunt, honest way of speaking had her all flushed in the face. "I don't know what I would have done. Perhaps I would have died." 

An ugly oath left Drew's lips at her flippant words, the large man muttering an apology for his rough language. "'Fraid I'm showin' my hand a bit, Lady Lyssa. Y' shouldnae say such turrible things." 

"Would you miss me, Sir Drew?" She teased, the laughter leaving her tone when she saw the way he was looking at her. 

"Like the moon misses the moors, Lady Lyssa." Drew had never been one to use flowery terms, so this unexpected foray into almost poetic territory left her a bit breathless. 

Lyssa clutched the tartan, his tartan, even closer. "It is rude to jest so, Sir Drew."

"I am not a jesting mon, Lady Lyssa." Drew's eyes had softened. Normally they were sharp and calculating; the knight took his duties very seriously and it was rare to see him at ease. Not that he was particularly lax at this moment. His sword was still belted to his hip, though he had left his claymore on the ground beside the fire.

"I know. I am grateful for that, Sir Drew." 

He leaned in closer, improperly close, and yet she felt no need to scold him. He often wore his long brown hair braided while he rode to keep it from impeding his vision, but a few enchanting strands had managed to work themselves free during their hurried flight from her father's estate. They gave him an air of dangerous sensuality, the unfamiliar sight of him even slightly unkempt enough to send Lyssa's imagination running wild. 

"I would miss you more than I can articulate." Drew sounded sincere, his voice dipping slightly. "The idea of...the idea of you sufferin' under someone y' do not love and didnae even choose, it is." He paused, obviously searching for the right word. "Intolerable." His burr rolled the word thick, sending an indulgent shiver down Lyssa's spine. "I am naught but a lowly mon who's broken his vows of service t' yer household, Lady Lyssa. But I swear on my life that you shall be free as a bird from this," He gestured vaguely, "nightmare y' been trapped in."

Lyssa rested against his shoulder, the firm press of his armor cool on her burning cheek. "Sir Drew, you are no longer in service to my father. You agree, yes?"

"Aye. Much as it pains me, I've betrayed my master." Drew sighed. 

"And I am fleeing from my title, my lands, everything I once held dear, yes?" Lyssa's grip on the plaid whitened her knuckles. Drew's reply was a slow nod, the knight's brow furrowed in confusion. "I would very much like to do something then. As one soul to another, without the concerns of titles or birthrights getting in the way." Quickly, Lyssa leaned upwards and pressed her lips to his slack mouth. 

Drew started, grabbing her arm to prevent her from retreating after her unwisely bold choice. Lyssa was certain her cheeks were even rosier than before, squirming under the intensity of the look he was giving her. "Y' can flee from yer title an' lands, but I willnae let ye flee from me." Drew murmured finally, cupping her face. "Why would ye torment me so, Lady Lyssa?"

"Just Lyssa, my dear Drew." Lyssa took a deep breath, "I can think of no other way to convince you to stay with me. I have no dowry now, no land, no-" Drew kissed her roughly, the fondness in his expression when he pulled back catching Lyssa even more off guard than the kiss. "Drew, I…" She swallowed hard, nerves twisting her words into a tight little ball. 

"The kiss wasnae t' yer likin'?"

"No! No no, the kiss was perfect. I'm all out of sorts." Lyssa confessed, "I had not realized that you, er, reciprocated my feelings. That should make what I'm about to ask of you a little simpler, but…oh dear, I had not thought out how I would do this."

"I will do my best t' aid ye however y' need, my lovely Lyssa." Drew replied firmly.

"I'm certain you will, and from what I've heard this is not a particularly unpleasant task. F-For someone like you, anyway!" Lyssa felt like she was drowning. "Drew, I would implore you to grant me this one request. I will never ask for another thing as long as I live."

"Speak your mind, Lyssa. Whatever this request is, I'm certain I can fulfill it." 

"I need you to deflower me." Lyssa blurted out in a rush, then buried her burning face in the tartan spread across her lap. "If that...issue is removed, I'll be of no real use to my father and he may let us continue in peace." She soldiered on, her words muffled by the fabric. 

Drew made a sound in his throat that was distinctly foreign. "I...dinnae think I heard ye right. Did you say-"

"Oh, don't make me say it again!" Lyssa begged, thoroughly humiliated. "This is all so embarrassing, Drew, please-" 

The tartan was tugged from her unwilling grasp, Drew's heavy gauntlets somehow deft enough to fold the sturdy fabric. "Many's the night I thought of such things, Lys. 'Tis nae shame in it." He assured her, a teasing smile on his mouth. 

"Maybe not for you." Lyssa retorted. One of the aforementioned heavy gauntlets tucked beneath her chin, tugging her eyes up to meet his own. 

"I am deadly serious, Lyssa."

"Yes, well, so am I." The young woman huffed, feeling thoroughly foolish and exposed without the warm drape of his plaid to shield her. 

"I hate that y' come to me with this request out of necessity. I had hoped…" Drew trailed off, shaking his head. "I suppose it doesnae matter now. I will serve ye in this manner as well, my love."

"Love? Drew, this i-is a matter of...you don't have to--I assure you I don't need to be coddled-"

"Hush, Lys. I want to." He murmured. 

His enthusiasm was evident in the way that he swept her up into his arms and carried her to their humble shelter, in the way that he didn't seem able to stop kissing her. The large man appeared to get himself out of his armor by swearing alone, his mumbled apologies doing wonders for Lyssa's nerves as he fought with the various buckles and latches. 

She couldn't help but get caught up in it all, hungry for the new sensations he graced her with after he abandoned removing his greaves in favor of other activities. Drew was, of course, miles more experienced than her, his rough touch equal parts soothing and maddening.

Lyssa had been warned about the pain by well-meaning housemaids, unable to keep from cringing when Drew finally settled in between her legs. "I...Drew, please just…" She struggled to get the words out, making him pause.

"Shall I stop, Lys?"

"No, no. I have to do it. I just know it will hurt." 

"You could lie to yer father, if ye are truly afeared of this. I willnae do anythin' without y' wishes." Drew assured her, smoothing her hair away from her face. "I won't tell a soul about what has already happened."

"We must do it." She insisted, frowning fiercely. Her hands clenched into fists on the sheepskin beneath her. "I am prepared, Sir Drew."

"I would give my damned life to have our first time together be out of newlywed affection, Lys. It wounds me than I cannae give y' any better than this." Drew sounded distraught about the whole thing, and that was enough to get Lyssa's undivided attention. 

"You...want to marry me?" She asked softly.

"Christ woman, I don't know how much more plain I can be." Drew shook his head, smiling sadly. "I would marry ye in a heartbeat. Tis' bittersweet, this act, stealin' away what I would have wanted y' to give to me willingly."

Lyssa sought a kiss which Drew gladly delivered, the young woman whimpering into his mouth. "I will be brave for you, Sir Drew." She gasped, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I leave myself in your care."

Drew returned her embrace, sliding one hand beneath her body to cradle her against his chest. Lyssa felt him prodding at her entrance and she turned her head away, too scared to watch. He was patient though, gently coaxing her to ease into the motion of it so that when he did finally breach her, it was as if he was coming home. "Gods, Lyssa." He choked, shifting his hips to settle himself. 

Lyssa felt hot all over her body, the pain melting into pleasure that seared her core and left her panting for breath. She was wet enough that her slick ran down her thighs, coating Drew's groin with her arousal. The knight groaned. "Is it alright?" Lyssa asked shyly, her fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. In reply, Drew exhaled an oath and she felt him tense.

"Perfection, Lys. You are Gods-given perfection." He said hoarsely.

The distant sound of an approaching horse was what roused the two from their post-coital drowse. Lyssa was unsure if she had truly been sleeping, or simply lazing beside the large man. The contentment leaked away, leaving her cold and wishing wistfully for more time. 

She rolled onto her stomach, stretching. Drew kissed her forehead and then draped his tartan around himself, securing it with his brooch at the shoulder. He had never actually removed his greaves; they rattled slightly when he stood. "Stay here, my love." His smile was tight.

The instant he left the tent Lyssa was hurrying to redress herself. A terrible feeling came over her, almost as if she was having a premonition. Fear and despair waged war in her heart while the galloping hoofbeats grew ever closer. 

"Ho there, Drew of McIntyre!" 

Lyssa squeezed her eyes shut in dismay. That voice belonged to the son of the laird she had been promised to. The flaxen-haired man was not an overly intelligent individual, as made abundantly evident by his lonely arrival. 

"Greetings to ye, Dolph." Lyssa was immensely jealous of how calm Drew sounded; why had she not insisted that he gird himself properly in all of his armor? "What brings ye to my humble hamlet?"

"You can drop the act, you shameless Scot." Dolph announced pompously. "The very notion that you thought you could get away with this-"

"I'm afraid I've no idea what yer on about, Dolph." 

"My father's betrothed! The audacity of you, stealing the poor girl away in the night like you're a damned highwayman." Lyssa lifted up the rear of the tent and slunk out, risking a peek around the corner. Dolph had dismounted to thump a finger into the center of Drew's broad chest, the blond looking disheveled and annoyed. "You must return her at once, or I'll-"

"Aye? You'll what." Drew growled. 

Dolph squinted suspiciously up at the taller man. "Drew, I see no reason for you to be so heinously uncooperative. Unless…" The blond trailed off. "Oh. Oh ho, McIntyre! It's to be like that, is it?!" He yelled, his hand flying to the guard of his rapier. "Your crimes will be punished tenfold, baseborn, if you do not produce Lady Lyssa!"

"Ye would attack an unarmed mon, Dolph? I knew ye were a coward, but this is a bit too rich for me." 

"Pick up your blade then, you cur!"

Lyssa inched backwards to the small copse of birch trees where their horses had been secured, her hands shaking nearly too hard to untie her mount. The gentle mare nudged her sleepily, nosing at her dress' pockets for a treat. Lyssa pressed her forehead to the animal's side, inhaling deeply in an attempt to calm her frantic heartbeat. It will be fine.

The ringing of steel on steel and a scream of outrage from Dolph shattered her attempt, the young woman wheeling to face the campsite. 

Drew and Dolph were trading blows beside the fire, their swords gleaming in the hellish light. "Drew!" Lyssa cried before she could think better of it, covering her mouth a second too late. 

The larger man glanced towards her, distracted, and Dolph seized the opening. The blade of his sword pierced the unarmored man's chest and stabbed deep. The two men froze, Drew staring at Lyssa and Dolph staring at his sword as though he couldn't believe what he had just done. 

"I…" Dolph began warily, jerking his rapier free and taking a step back. The blade was brilliantly red. Drew collapsed to his knees, dropping his own sword to press the folds of his now-ruined plaid against the mortal wound. Dolph's face hardened and he readied his blade once more.

Lyssa bolted forward at the blond man, not entirely certain what she was about to do. She had no weapons of her own. All she had was her body. "No!" She screamed, flinging herself between Dolph's sword and Drew's hunched form.

The pain was real, tangible, no dream. It stole the very breath from her chest. Yet she clung to Drew even as Dolph's blade slid home between her ribs.

"Lady Lyssa…" Drew whispered, a shaking hand coming up to tenderly cup her face and wipe away her tears. "Dinnae fret, my love. We will meet again." His other hand grasped in the disturbed dirt around the dying campfire, landing on the pommel of his faithful claymore. "I swear it."

He gripped her tightly and with a roar of exertion, he swung the large blade one-handed. All Lyssa could recall was his eyes, fearsome and brilliant in the dark of death that enveloped her. 

God-fearing country it might be, but I wager that there may be older gods roaming these lands at night...

…

Lyssa jerked awake, uncertain of her surroundings. For one terrifying moment her dream seemed like reality, the tent overhead the tent that she and her knight had-

"Drew?" She called, fumbling out of her sleeping bag. "Drew?" He wasn't in the tent beside her. Lyssa rushed to pull on her socks and boots, half-frantic now. 

She poked her head out of the tent, squinting in the pastel blue light of dawn. The forest was lively around the tent, birds having their morning chatter. Drew's boots were missing from the shelter, as well as his towel and grooming kit. Perhaps…

Lyssa struggled upright, flushing a little at how difficult it was to just move. Delicious memories warmed her from the inside out, stirring her blood. She felt almost guilty, giddy and still panicky at Drew's absence. 

It turned out she hadn't needed to worry. Drew was perched on a smooth rock beside the river, tiny travel mirror in one hand while he carefully shaved. A small turtle had taken up residence on the rock as well, basking comfortably in the first warm rays of sunlight. 

"...and I said that of course, of course I'm goin' to have an issue with him litterin', it draws the bears in. And do ye know what that fuck said t' me?" Drew paused, like he was waiting for a response. "Nae, he said 'why should I care, I'm here for a day hike and bears only come out at night'. Truly, the mon wanted to die." The large man sighed, another sure stroke of the razor ridding his neck of stubble. "So then-" 

"You two enjoying your conversation?" Lyssa teased, deja vu striking her hard when Drew turned to give her a quick smile. It was as if she had done this all before, but how could that even be possible?

"Ah, I see I'll have to work harder next time. Ye can still walk!" Drew jibed, making her blush hard.

"I had the weirdest dream, then I woke up and you weren't there."

"Oh? Do tell, love. I'm not quite done here anyway."

Lyssa settled onto the riverbank alongside the rock, pulling off her boots and dipping her feet into the chilly water. She didn't speak for several minutes, just listening to the river and the quiet scrape of Drew's razor on his throat. "I dreamed that we were in Scotland."

The razor noise stopped abruptly. 

"Old Scotland, though, not like modern day. You were a knight and I was some sort of nobility. I guess...I think I'd been promised to an older guy? Like an older guy wanted to marry me and you were helping me run away because I didn't want to marry him." Lyssa hugged herself, pointedly staring down at the water in an attempt to avoid the look she was sure Drew was giving her. "It was so real, less like a dream and more like a memory. I could feel it, how scared and uncertain I was, as though I had really gone through that experience."

"You dreamed of Scotland?" Drew's chuckle sounded strange, forced. "Dinnae realize I had that effect on folk."

"I don't think I've ever even seen a picture of Scotland, but somehow I know that's where it was. I'd bet on it, I'm that sure." Lyssa insisted, still staring at the water.

The large man cleared his throat after a minute and moved to splash some water onto his face. Lyssa noticed that he had nicked himself while shaving, the blood blotting his neck. Drew didn't seem particularly concerned about it though, scrubbing roughly at his face to rid himself of any leftover residue. "In your dream, was I still Drew?" The question was posed casually, like he was asking whether she had seen his keys or phone.

Lyssa smiled, feeling oddly wistful. "You were, one hundred percent."

Drew's shoulders relaxed slightly, the planes of his back becoming less pronounced. "Good."

…

McIntyre.

Lyssa's heart sank at the list of pages that came up just by searching that one name. Motto Per Ardua, dominion over Glencoe, Hebrides, a clan that kept to itself for a majority of history...maybe she would have better luck researching their tartan. Something to confirm her suspicions.

However, the very first image had her staring wide-eyed at the screen. There it was, plain as day, a background of forest green and navy shot through with bands of red and white. She remembered the rough and worn patches of it, the way the white bands were more prone to snags than the red. How could she have known that was their plaid?

She reached for her phone, but then paused. Drew had been strangely standoffish since they had returned from their camping trip, still eager to engage sexually but not so much in conversation. If anything, it was almost as if he was sexually frustrated. Lyssa felt weird about the whole scenario, flattered by the attention but unable to forget that incredibly realistic dream…

Speak of the devil, her phone vibrated. 

-I know this is tactless of me, but there's rumors of a spot opening up at HHH. Still looking to jump ship from your current endeavor?

Lyssa laughed aloud, picking up her phone and typing out a reply.

-Gods you're mean. I miss you too.

-im serious Lys.

She raised an eyebrow at the missed capitalization. Normally Drew was fastidious about his texting. 

-I think you'd do well in this position. When can I see you again?

-Why? Is it because you liiiiiiiiike me? Do you miiiiiiiiss me?

-I thought THAT was fucking obvious.

…

"Dolph!" Drew roared, his hands around the reveler's neck before he had finished saying his name.

Dolph squawked, eyes bulging slightly. "What?! What did I do?"

"You killed her, that's what you did!" Drew snarled. "Ye miserable, low-lyin' scum!" His blood was boiling, brogue tar-thick in his mouth. He was certain he must sound like a raving lunatic.

"Drew, please." Alicia said quietly, touching his shoulder. "I didn't explain things so you could fly off the handle-"

"Trust me, love, this ent flyin' off the handle." The large man seethed, "you prick. You prick!" 

"I'm still very confused-" Dionysus managed to say.

"Actaeon, he wouldn't remember either. Both of you had been tossed for some crap you pulled. You were just acting out your mortal roles, it's no one's fault."

"He's about to shuffle me off the mortal coil-!" The blond squeaked, thrashing in Drew's iron grasp. "Aphrodite do something!"

"What the hell are you idiots doing?" Hunter asked incredulously as he emerged from his office. "Can you two stop fucking with each other for five minutes?" 

"I am about to make an opening in this company's ranks. We could use a new social media director." Drew replied curtly, as though he wasn't choking the current social media director to death.

"Not like that, you're not!" Hades snapped. "We have interviews, paperwork. That kind of shit. We play by their rules, Wild God, otherwise we get pantheon gaps and that crap ends well for no one."

"I resign--!" Dolph gasped, waving his hands in the air. 

At those words, Drew slacked his hold slightly. "Swear it on yer soul." He demanded. 

"Yes, absolutely, whatever you want." The blond wheezed. "I'll fill out the forms Hunter, I don't care, just get me the hell away from him!"

Hades sighed, rubbing his temples. "Dare I ask who you have in mind for the position, Actaeon?"

Drew's grin in reply was slow to come, his dimples displayed prominently for a brief moment. "Oh, ne'er ye worry. You'll meet her soon enough."

…

“You've got some explaining to do, McIntyre.” Lyssa said firmly, her hands on her hips. Her cat undermined her authority thoroughly by winding around Drew's ankles, purring loudly. “Why am I having Renaissance faire dreams, accurate ones?” Your family plaid, the moors... She bit her tongue and waited impatiently for his answer.

“Would that I could explain, Lys.” Drew looked pained, “I doubt that ye would even accept the explanation if I gave it.”

“If I'm going to be working at the same company as you-”

“Ah, ye. See, I'm not the only one there with a little...oddness about them, love. I'd warn ye not to pry, but I know that's a damn lost cause.” Drew rested his hands on her shoulders, blue eyes searching her own. “All I ask is that ye are careful. Old...older...er, people work with us.”

“Just like the old gods that wandered the moors at night?” Lyssa challenged. Drew closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in an exasperated gesture. “How long are you planning on lying to me, McIntyre?”

“Christ woman, I'm not lookin' to get ye killed again!” Drew snapped, then swore under his breath. “Look.” He finally said fiercely, “You died in my arms once. You gave me everythin' you had, down to lettin' me thieve yer fuckin' innocence away on a filthy sheepskin. I was supposed to keep you safe. Instead, we bled out together, 'twined in plaid and cinders.” Drew pressed his forehead to hers. “I can't do that again. Please...don't make me.” He begged, his voice cracking.

Lyssa sighed, folding her arms but not pulling away. “Am I going to regret taking this position, Drew?” When he hesitated, she puffed out a breath. “Okay, fine. At least answer this: are you planning on telling me what's going on?”

“Gods, Lys, you have no idea how much I want to.”

She patted his elbow, then pulled away. “Great! I'll make us some tea and start to fill out that transfer paperwork. In the meantime, you can get started with that explanation you owe me.”

“Now wait a minute,” Drew began to protest, catching her hand before she left the living room. “Lys, ye know I cannae-”

Lyssa tapped his nose, barely stifling her laugh at how his eyes crossed momentarily to track her finger. “You can, and more importantly, you will.” She gave him a peck on his slack mouth and then slipped free of his hold to head for the kitchen. “Love you!” She sang.

...

After she left the room, Drew touched his lips, the dark-haired man still a little bewildered at the abrupt turn the day's events had taken. “I...I love ye too, Lys.” He said softly, probably too softly for her to hear.

It was better that way. Less complicated. Yet as she pored over the forms he had brought and attempted to pry scraps of information from him, Drew couldn't help but feel at peace. Brittle, fragile, intoxicating in its novelty, her trust in him stole his breath and her questions kept coming.

He would tell her the truth in its entirety someday. For now, however, he would let her spin whatever wild ideas she wished. It was better that way, after all. Mortals were so short-lived, and it was better to take his happiness where he could find it.

#drew mcintyre #drew mcintyre/ofc #originally for #supernatural summer writing challenge #so uh #seven to eight months late #i apologize #supernatural elements #AU: gods and goddesses #drew mcintyre smut #I love the big man #enjoy! #happy valentine's day! #business Gods

[ianxfalcon]

The Aquaman movie

I loved it. It was cheesy and dumb and sooo cliched, but it was so much fun and gorgeous to look at. Allt he characters were great. Everyone looked comic book accurate and it was both silly and badass, which is what superhero movies are SUPPOSED to be. It still does the DCEU trademark "random flashback at any moment" kind of storytelling, and I won't say it worked exactly, but it was certainly a forgivable sin. I've never cared for Aquaman - not because he's silly, but because he's boring. But Jason Momoa gives him this cocky, jokester attitude which makes him so much more interesting to watch than the somber, serious badass of the comics. DC have been trying so hard to be all "Aquaman is totally cool, we swear!" than they forget to make him interesting, but this movie managed to do both, mostly because they didn't try so hard to make him cool; he just WAS cool. Also, the Atlanteans ride sharks into battle. Because of course they do. If you have a story that takes place in the ocean and don't feature sharks doing something cool, what are you even doing? (I mean, even the "Blackest Night" comic has zombie sharks, because fucking zombie sharks! Geoff Johns even admitted he only put them there for the sake of awesome. And speaking of Geoff Johns, guess who was involved in writing this movie? DC's own Fix-It Felix to the rescue! Say what you will about Geoff Johns, it's probably true, but the man does understand why people read comic books.) So, yeah, I imagine that the writing of this movie went something like "Hey, you know what would be cool? If Aquaman rides around inside a whale!" "Totally! Put it in the script!"

Random notes:

- Mera is fucking awesome. She's already the best thing in the Aquaman mythos and I'm glad the movie remembered that. - Several times, a character would introduce themselves like "I am... [name]" followed by a dramatic sting. Ocean Master was a repeat offender. First everyone was all "If you do this you will be... Ocean Master! dun-DUN!" And later HE was all "Call me... Ocean Master! dun-DUN!" Black Manta did it once too, and I think Aquaman also did it at some point. I don't know why they kept doing that, but it really amused me. - Speaking of Ocean Master, he was great. I've never seen Patrick Wilson play a villain before but he should definitely do it more. He seemed to really enjoy himself. - The scene with the bikers. You know what I'm talking about. Heh. - I enjoyed how this movie basically ignored all the other DCEU movies, there was like only a cursory mention of Justice League. You know, where they defeated an ALIEN GOD. But who cares about that, right? We've got Atleanteans riding sharks with laser beams and Dolph Lundgren on an armoured seahorse!

[SPOILER]

- I loved how almost everyone survived the entire movie. I was worried that they had killed Black Manta off, which would have been a really bad mistake since, you know, arch-enemies and all that. But nope, he's still alive and still pissy. Sequel hook! - Also, Cthulu motherfuckers! Because, again, of course.

[END SPOILER]

So anyway. Aquaman was awesome. You should definitely go see it.

#aquaman #aquaman 2018 #dceu

[scuzmunkie]

Run, Little Rabbit, Run: Chapter 3

A/N: My sweet, precious, darling little pumpkins!! I’m so sorry for the late update! Things have been really crazy, we had some really scary weather but luckily the hurricane turned into a tropical storm! Anywho, thank you so much for all the love and support from you guys!! I love each and everyone of you!! As always, lmk if there are any mistakes and if you’d like to be added to the tag list!! And now I give you chapter 3! Smooches!

Baron Corbin x OFC

Word Count: 1,500+

Warnings: Language, some steamy elements, intimidation.

Summary: Run, Addie, the Constable is coming for you.....

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“Girl, are you ok?” Alexa asked Addie, who was aimlessly poking her food with her fork.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I’m-I’m good. Just thinking is all.” She said, giving Alexa her best attempt at a reassuring smile.

“Oooh, a certain Constable running through your mind?” Nia asked with a cheeky grin.

Oh, he occupied her mind alright. For the past couple weeks he would lurk around her work station, watching her every move. If she turned a corner, he’d be at the end of the hallway. When she tried talking to someone about what had happened, he’d show up and slowly shake his head while raising a single finger to his lips, a threatening smile on his face. Wherever Addie was, Baron was sure to be, crowding her world and plaguing her mind.

“Mind if I join you ladies?” Addie’s head snapped up as she gawked at Baron who was standing right next to her chair, staring directly at Addie.

She immediately stiffened, her grasp on her fork tightening. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t scared shitless. What she wouldn’t give to go back in time and choose the ice cream over running in the damn woods. See, this is why exercising is dangerous!!

“Not at all, in fact Alexa and I were about to leave but why don’t you stay and keep Addie company?” Nia said, winking at Addie. She knew all about Addie’s crush on Baron but had no clue about the pure fear that was currently surging through her body.

“I’d love nothing more.” He smirked, not once breaking eye contact as he sat down right across from Addie, who was mentally begging the girls to stay.

Once they had left, Addie looked everywhere else but at Baron. Why was he sitting here? She hadn’t breathed a word of what happened to anyone, had she? Oh shit, Cory! She had asked Cory an innocent enough question about Baron’s past, well tried at least, but is there really such a thing as an innocent question?

Feeling like she was gonna throw up, Addie tried to push her chair back but found that it wouldn’t budge. Sighing, she looked under the table and saw that Baron had one of his long legs extended, hooking his foot around one of the legs on her chair, preventing her from leaving.

“Why are you doing this to me?” She whispered. “I haven’t told anyone about your condition.” She seethed, but quickly covered her mouth. The last thing she needed right now was Baron getting pissed off.

Baron licked his lips as he looked at the scared girl in front of him. Her body was soft, unlike all the other women he had been with before. His wolf wanted to jump over the table and bury his face in her belly, her fear doing nothing to sate the beast.

“Yes, but I’m here to remind you who you’re dealing with.” A dangerous grin on his face. Leaning forward, he placed a large calloused hand on her forearm. “I heard you asking Cory about me. Did you really think that my best friend wouldn’t tell me you were digging for information?” She winced at his vice like grip on her arm.

Addie sucked in a breath, damnit she was stupid to go to Cory. By now her hands were shaking, panic beginning to set in. Feeling like she had no other option she decided that bad decisions were the way to go as of late.

‘So much for not pissing him off.’ She thought to herself as she quietly raised her foot and, with all her might, stomped Baron’s leg that held her captive.

Baron yelled in pain, retracting his leg and letting go of Addie as she seized the opportunity to make her escape. She quickly ran from catering, Baron hot on her heels.

“Shit! Shit! Shit” Addie muttered as she ran from Baron, taking odd turns here and there. Why were the hallways always so empty?!

Growing tired, she found a small crevice behind a few crates. Crawling in, she pressed her back against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees as she listened for any sign or Baron. Steadying her breathing, she heard heavy footsteps run past the hallway that she was currently hiding in. Just to be safe, Addie waited a few minutes before crawling out of her hiding place. As she dusted off her clothes, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

‘Yup, this is where I die.’ She thought to herself.

She silently slid into the dark corner of the hallway hoping that by some miracle she’d go unnoticed. Just as she reached the corner, she was slammed against the wall, her back stinging from the impact. Strong hands pinned hers above her head, Baron’s face mere inches from hers. The soft light from the main hallway barely illuminating half of his face, but she didn’t need much light to see his angry expression. Addie stared at Baron, noticing that his brown eyes were now pale blue and his teeth were sharp, his canines longer than the others.

“In what universe did you think that was a good idea?” He said, his voice gravelly and dangerously low.

Addie kept her mouth shut. She wanted to scream at him, tell him to get bent, but ‘eaten by werewolf ‘ didn’t sound like a fun way to die.

“When will you learn to answer me? What’s wrong, kitten, wolf got your tongue?” He growled, his breath fanning across her face.

Not one to think before she spoke, Addie looked him in the eyes and blurt out;

“I have a mint in my bag if you’d like.” Earning a loud growl in her face.

Addie closed her eyes as she quickly turned her head to the side, her neck left exposed as Baron stared at the soft, inviting skin. Little did she know that his wolf took this as her presenting her neck to him, a sign of submission. She flinched as Baron ran his nose up her neck, inhaling her intoxicating aroma, however it was then that he noticed something off about her scent. Later on he’d think about what it could be but for now he drowned himself in his prey. Addie whimpered when she felt him drag his warm tongue along her jugular. She had to bite her bottom lip to stop a moan from escaping. Still, she couldn’t help the fear from taking over again.

“Please,” she softly pleaded, “don’t eat me.” Hearing her beg made him shudder as he pressed his body closer to hers.

“Trust me, little rabbit,” he kissed under her ear before he continued, rubbing his jaw into her neck, “if I did, you’d be begging me to never stop.” He growled against her now heated skin.

She slowly turned her head back to him, looking into his eyes. She wished the situation was different, that she was in this position under different circumstances, but no, she was here because she pissed off a werewolf. Baron stared at her full lips, leaning down, moving closer to Addie. She couldn’t lie, she dreamt of this day for so long, she didn’t care how it happened. She closed her eyes, the heat from his lips moving so close to her waiting mouth. But before their lips met he let out a dark chuckle.

“Keep quiet little girl and we won’t have to keep meeting like this.” He whispered, a cruel laugh leaving his lips as he pulled back, leaving Addie feeling humiliated.

He backed up, walking away from her and around the corner. How could she have been so foolish?!

‘Wake up Addie,’ she scolded herself ‘in what world would Baron Corbin ever want someone like you?’

Wiping away a few tears, she slowly made the long walk back to her work station, put on a brave face and went on as if nothing happened. She knew that she was nothing more than a thorn in Baron’s side, a new form of entertainment for him. But like a child with a new toy, he’ll eventually grow tired of her and move onto something new.

—-

Dolph stood in the backroad watching Addie as she set up her station. Something was different about her, something...submissive. It called to him. He silently made his way over to her.

“Hey, beautiful,” Addie looked up from organizing her makeup supplies to see Dolph smiling at her in the mirror’s reflection, “why so sad?”

“Oh, hi Mr. Ziggler, how can I help you?” She asked, avoiding his question completely.

He wasn’t buying it. He walked closer to her and wiped away the residue from her tears with his thumbs. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s Dolph.” He gave her a sympathetic smile, his hands staying on her face.

“Thank you, Dolph.” She whispered with a sad smile, placing her right hand around Dolph’s left wrist.

“Don’t cry cutie, things will be alright.” He gave her a wink as he left her to finish her work.

Addie watched him through the mirror as he retreated, a curious and confused expression occupying her face. Dolph had never looked twice at her. Up until this very moment, she wasn’t aware that Dolph even knew her name. She smiled to herself, maybe she could forget about Baron through Dolph...

But then again, it was pointless for her to invest her feelings in anyone at this point.

Addie was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a pair of eyes watching her and Dolph from the shadows.

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[darktammy]

Welcome Back Dean

If you wanna be tag in this story let me know. Please be cool with this. It’s my first time doing this thank you all. Yeah there some smut in this story #sorrynotsorry Enjoy.

The reader founds out just like everyone else to see Dean Ambrose has come back to wwe. She was super excited but also let down from what she saw. Can the reader and Dean make things up?

Dean Ambrose x Reader 

You sat in the back waiting for the show to end. All you want to do was get back home so you can call Dean. You and Dean been friends for a long time now. You were there with him when he wrestled in CZW, all the way into the FCW/NXT. You were starting to worry about him because he didn’t answer his phone. You tried calling his phone once again, but nothing it just went to voicemail. “Damn it Dean why are you not answering?” You said to yourself. You sat in the locker room watching Dolph and Drew making there little speech about how Seth was not going to show up while Kurt Angle was standing in the ring with them. Then Seth’s music hit everyone in the crowd cheered on when he walk out, but stood there with a mic in his hand. “Since I know your gonna have the Scottish sociopath in your corner at summerslam. I figure...I outta have a Lunatic in mine.”  The crowd goes wild then Dean’s music hits. You was in shock to see him come out from behind. “Oh my god baby!!” you said with a smile on your face. “Your here?!” you said to no one really, you were just too excited to see him there.

You remember when he first got injured you, Roman and Seth were all there to help him out. You mostly was there for him when he had to go thru his surgery. Dean had to go thru rehabilitation for his arm. You was there with him thru it all even when he was ready to give it all up you there for him. “I can’t Y/N, this is to much for me.” Dean said looking at you with eyes full of tears. “Hey Deano I’m here for you love, don’t give up on me now. I’m here with you.” You told him with a smile. After all those months you stood by his side, and Dean was grateful for it.

Now here his back with Seth together, word can’t describe the emotions that your feeling right now. Your heart was racing your body was shaking and your eyes filled with tears. “Your back Dean, you really came back!” You said once again you waited until the Raw went off the air just so you can see him. You walk out of the locker just so you can catch up with Dean Ambrose. You saw him from the corner talking with Seth & Roman you had a big smile on your face. You walk up just a little more then you stop due to the fact that Renee walk up to Dean smiling then hugging him as she kiss him. You felt your heart break from seeing that kiss she gave him you look down trying hold back some tears. “Hey Y/N!” Roman said making everyone look back to see you even Dean. You look at with a fake smile on your face as you walk up to them. “Hey you guys...Dean it’s been awhile since I last saw you.” You told him with smile. “Yeah it has been awhile, oh yeah thanks again for being there for me. Without ya I don’t think I would have made it.” He said with a smile. “I think you would have made it just fine without me Deano.” With that you turn and walk away. Leaving Dean with a confused look on his face.

You laid in the bed in your hotel room with tears running down your face. After everything you been threw with Dean after everything you and him have done together. He went back to his stupid ex-girlfriend Renee. You saw the time it was getting late so all you want to do is sleep and forget about what happen. You heard a text from your phone, you look at it to see it was from Dean. Dean: “Hey can we talk like in person please?” You just ignored his text as you started to take your clothes off heading to take a bath. Your phone rang once again you rolled your eyes just see it was Dean calling you. You just ignored the phone as you walk into the bathroom to take your shower.

Once you felt fresh from your shower you put on your favorite bra & panty, which turns out, it was the same one Dean bought you for your birthday. You laid down on the bed ready to fall asleep then you heard a loud knock on your door. “Hey Y/N, I know you're in there open up so we can talk please?” You turn your body away from the door as you pulled one of the pillow over your head. The knock was louder this time Dean almost yelling. “HEY Y/N, OPEN UP!!” You got up from your bed annoyed as you walk to the open opening it ready to yell out him. He grab your face smacking his lips right on to yours. He pushes you back as he makes his way into the room kicking the hotel door close. You break the kiss as you look up at Dean. “What are you doing?” He look down at with a smile. “I think you know why Y/N. I saw the look in your eyes you really think I was going to get back with Renee?” You look at him confused moving back from until felt the bed behind you. Dean walk up to you as he pushes you down making lay flat on your back. Dean crawled on top of you.  “I care about you Y/N, you know what no...I don’t care...I love you Y/N.” You look up at him shaking your head. “Dean please stop don’t lie to me.” You said holding back some tears. Dean had a sweet smile on his face. “I’m not lying to ya sweetheart, I mean it. When you walk I was mad because I knew, I knew why Renee came around, and I knew she was trying to hard to get me back, but nothing was gonna work not with me really. Y/N you're all I need right now baby girl.” With that Dean kiss you once again making you moan into his mouth.

Dean didn’t waste any time as he took his shirt off showing off on how thick he look. You lick your lips with smile moaning. “Oh my god you got big baby.” He smiled looking down at you. “I needed a new look for my comeback.” As he took his pants off without getting out bed. “Dean I wanna feel you right now.” Dean lick his lips as he rip your panty off. “Dean!!” He laugh as he slide down opening your legs wide. “I’ll get you a new ones as for now, I need tastes you baby girl.” With that he ate you out like it was the end of the world. Making you moan out his name as you move you hand down to his head. Dean look up at you while you look down at him biting your bottom lips. You almost forgot he cut his hair so all you did was run your nails thru his scalp. His tongue moving up and down on your bud like magic. Dean had an idea he add two fingers inside you making you moan even louder than before. “Dean...ple..please...I’m gonna-” He add another finger inside pumping you even faster making you scream out his name while you hit your orgasm.

You pulled Dean up so you can kiss him, tasting yourself. “Oh you tasted better than I thought baby girl. You smiled at him you moved your hand down to feel his rock hard cock. “I wanna suck on it Dean. Please let me. Please?” You beg to him. He nodded as he sat on the edge of the bed. You move to where he was you start to rub his cock that was still cover by his boxer. “Go ahead baby girl, it’s not gonna suck itself.” You giggled a bit as you pulled out his cock, and oh boy you was in shock. He was pretty long and thick like wow, how can you put something like that in your mouth. “Is everything alright sweetheart?” You look up at him. “Yeah your pretty big...I mean it’s not that bad… I mean...I-I just…” Dean grab your head then cock putting it in your mouth making you gag every time he shove your head down his cock. “Oh yeah baby girl that’s it, I wanna hear you gag, ohh!!” Dean keep his eyes on you while you put your hands on his thighs. You keep sucking and trying to swallow him whole, until he pulled your head making him look at you. “Oohhaaa. I almost came baby girl nah, not like that you what I’m gonna to you right now right?” You nodded you head as push you back on the bed now ripping your bar off. “Dea….Daddy please I need you.” With that Dean line his cock up with your pussy rubbing your bud until he slam himself right into you, making you moan out his name. He took his time while he sat inside you making you adjust to his size. You nodded letting him know that you was ready. He start to thrust inside you slow making sure you can handle him. You start to moan his name while looking into his beautiful blue eyes. “Oh daddy...yes please don’t hold back from me.” He smiled “Oh baby girl I won’t.”

You wrap your legs around his waist while he start to pick up speed thrusting in your pussy even faster making you moan his name even louder. You kiss Dean while he keep on fucking you now harder and faster. “Oh daddy please...I’m just might come.” He look down at you. “Not yet baby girl hold out just a little bit.” You did what he said as you tried your hardest to hold back. You felt Dean’s hand rubbing circles on your bud making you whimper more. Your walls start to closing in on his hard cock Dean started to pick up speed. “Come with me baby girl!” That’s all it took for you to finally release soon after Dean came as well. He kiss you hard as he rolled over to the other side of the bed pulling the covers over both of you. You laid next to Dean with  smile on your face. “I love Y/N. You were the only person that was there for me, even when I was about to give up you left my side.” You look up at him smiling while he look down at you. “I know baby, I was never gonna give up on you I love you Dean.” He smile as he kiss the top of you head. “Oh yeah I almost forgot to say this.” You look into his eyes. “Welcome back Dean.”

#dean ambrose #wwe #daddy Dean #his so thicc #seth rollins #roman reigns #smut #happy ending

[candydos]

CC S3E5 Liveblog Post // Warning: major spoilers & long post

IF YOU’RE ON MOBILE, SCROLL PAST PLEASE.

PLEASE.

LAST CHANCE TO RUN.

OK LET’S GO!

“Daveyyyy, whyyy” nO MY CHILD YOU COME RIGHT THE FUCK BACK

A moment of silence to appreciate the audio clip of David’s scream.

Nikki, my bean, you’re ok :D

“David, I’m 10. All my friends are childhood versions of themselves” <spits out drink> pFFFF

hi space kid I miss you

Hearing Miles crying in the booth? hell yeah.

...HI WHAT THE FUCK DID THESE KIDS JUST GO ON AN ACID TRIP NANI

Nikki, again, whatthefuck-

Neil, my man, thank you for bringing up the REAL points here. If Daniel looked like a literal bleached-palette recoloured version of David, that’s not entirely improbable.

...MAX ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT DAVID MAY HAVE KILLED JASPER WHAT-

“a big, round, embarrassed square” jasper honey, that’s like you’re saying that you’re a square minus the square (like the time I was trying to explain an instrument to my friend and I said “it’s a piano, minus the piano, and it’s a reflective sphere”)

god, I am reminded of how hilarious Davey’s voice is and how much of a burning hatred I have for it.

I deadass thought Davey was gonna start singing ‘Oh What A Beautiful Morning’ from Oklahoma.

“careful with those dangs” god this reminded me of the president of the No Cussing Club (please search it up you won’t regret it)

“Mr Campbell can go suck an egg” JASPER WATCH YOUR FUCKING LANGUAGE

sometimes I forget that this is a 10min episode.

Here’s Cameron “conspicuously inconspicuous” Campbell

Mr Campbell saying “rad” and “dope” shaved 10 years off my lifespan.

coward move: spooky island // POWER MOVE: regular island

salty jasper is the best part of this episode don’t @ me

Jasper, your intentions are inconspicuous. and by that, I mean COMPLETELY CONSPICUOUS.

“WITH YOUR SCOOBY-DOOS” FU-

so QM’s got a thing for microwaves now? huh, not entirely shocked.

this room just reminds me of Dolph’s “Yes, amongst the JUICE!” line I’m sorry

oh god so that’s how the POGs got there-

ok Davey you lil shit, give Jasper a break. The kid’s obviously traumatised.

convenient plot is convenient.

mUACK MY SWEET PLATYPUS YES

WHATTHEFUCK DID NEIL JUST FUCKING LAUNCH HIMSELF AND THE OTHERS INTO THE BUSHES FROM PURE SHOCK ALONE BAHAHAHAHA

“perchance” is such a pretentious word I love it

Nikki would totally put her life forward to save her friends I’m all for this

“David?” “So he DID murder you?!” 

JASPER YOU STILL HAVEN’T FULLY DENIED THAT DAVID MURDERED YOU,,, BITCH WHAT

*jasper runs off* me: lol u ded bitch

“VENEMOUS CRABS” BAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT

that cave’s giving me strong Aladdin vibes oof

sHIT- wait what, Davey doesn’t push him in? aw ok.

7-year-old insults give me life.

Jasper, honey, you done fucked up.

‘accidentally lighting a stick of dynamite’ joke? heh

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE (literally)

“double dang!” same tbh 

DID THEY JUST FUCKING HGDHFDFJDFHDSHGF

THAT’S IT?

...

FUCK NO WAIT YOU CAN’T GIVE ME FEELS RIGHT NOW,, I STILL HAVEN’T PROCESSED THAT LAST PART

ok im sorry but the fucking sad piano music got me laughing so hard, i can’t ever take it seriously (reminds me of filipino dramas)

nEIL DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST FUCKING DO THAT BAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA WHY DID YOU DO HIM LIKE THAT, JASPER

fuCK IT’S THE STEREOTYPICAL SAD MUSIC AGAIN HGSFSHJ I CAN’T TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY BAHAHAHAHAHA

...

wait

DOES DAVID ACTUALLY THINK JASPER’S ALIVE AND WELL? WELL FUCK-

Max has smiled 2.5 times now. don’t @ me.

“go spelunking on Spoooooky Island?” every time spelunking is mentioned, I can’t help but remember the PnF episode where Linda and Lawrence went Spelunking with Soul but it was actually Spelunking with this fucking dude named SAUL hghdjhfhfkjh

.......so.......Davey..............invented Camp Camp?.......................I can dig that.

“so what, it’s like a Camp Camp?” roll credits.

super guANTANAMO?! FUCK,, WHAT,, IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT I-

HOLY SHIT

two words for you, Campbell: fuck you

thE MILLERS HAHA I MISS THESE GUYS

“come on, honey” mY HEART MELTED

... oh shit so that’s what QM meant about the microwaves :0

also,,,, spying on people,,,,,,,, through their microwaves (cue vine of kid dialling 911 on the microwave)

RT, DON’T YOU DARE THINK OF HAULING DAVID AWAY OR I WILL THROW HANDS

i reiterate: two words, Campbell,, two words.

THAT’S IT? FUCK.

SHIT IM SO EXCITED FOR WHAT’S TO COME THOUGH,,,, AND WITH THE PROMISE OF 2 DOUBLE LENGTH EPISODES, THIS SEASON IS GONNA BE INTERESTING HOOOOOOOOOOOO

they were right,,,,,, season 3 is gonna be WILD

#camp camp #long post #candy laments

[themikeyscott-blog]

Current First Ballot WWE Hall of Famers

We all know that Demolition and Owen Hart belong in the WWE Hall of Fame. I don’t know if you will find anyone that will disagree. The same can be said for Chyna. We also know that someday, The Rock, The Undertaker, and Triple H will all wear a WWE Hall of Fame ring. We also know that there really is no criteria for being inducted into the WWE Hall of Fame. Exhibit A: Koko B. Ware. With the 2019 WWE Hall of Fame Class to be announced imminently, let’s imagine that the same criteria for professional sports Hall of Fame inductions applied to the WWE’s Hall of Fame. To be more specific, winning a championship, even the WWE championship, doesn’t necessarily automatically qualify you as a first ballot Hall of Famer. Exhibit B: I wouldn’t call Sycho Sid Justice Vicious a first ballot WWE Hall of Famer. He might sneak in before losing eligibility, but certainly not first ballot. Exhibit C: Santino Marella would not get my vote. A WWE superstar who has been a Grand Slam Champion though, would automatically get my vote. Now that we have established some ground rules, I am only going to review the current and active WWE roster for this blog. To further clarify, for purposes of narrowing things down, we’ll imagine that their career ended today. Exhibit D: Finn Balor would be left off of this list, but certainly has the potential to join it. And worth mentioning, Exhibit E: Kane will certainly be in the Hall of Fame someday and would certainly get in on the first ballot in my estimations. He is not actively competing full-time and didn’t make “The List.” Same can be said for Chris Jericho. This will probably be part 1 of a 3 part series. Stay tuned for “Potential WWE Hall of Famers” and “Other future WWE Hall of Famers.” Brock Lesnar on the other hand, may be considered “part-time” talent but has a match scheduled in the next 30 days. I know. He currently also happens to be the Universal Champion.So let’s start there.

Brock Lesnar would have been a Hall of Fame candidate, like Shawn Michaels, had he never returned to the squared circle after his initial retirement. His career in WWE at that time, although short, was certainly dominant. Fast forward a decade and Lesnar returns to dominant fashion. Overall he has won nearly 70% of his matches in WWE. If 500 matches was a standard for entry, similar to how 500 Home Runs can get you into the MLB Hall of Fame, Lesnar would still be given enough credit for his dominance to earn a Hall of Fame ring. In no particular order, Brock Lesnar is number one on this list. 

Daniel Bryan is certainly one of the most influential wrestlers of his generation, if not at the top of that list. The current WWE champion is also one of a dozen or so Grand Slam Champions, regardless of your definition of one. To add to his resume, Bryan returned to the ring in 2018 after being forced to retire and creating another legitimate Wrestlemania moment in the process. Daniel Bryan has been the best babyface and the best heel on the roster. He has main evented Wrestlemania. His credentials for a Hall of Fame induction could be a blog in itself. Enough said. 

The Shield.  This is the exception to the rule of “active” roster. Individually, Seth Rollins would have made this list and will certainly be a WWE Hall of Famer if his career continues on the same path. The only reason he is not on this list as an individual, is because it would be hard to justify him as a “two-time Hall of Famer” when the only other one is Ric Flair. When Scott Hall and Kevin Nash are officially “two-time Hall of Famers,” Rollins can be added to this list. Dean Ambrose, not quite a first ballot Hall of Famer by my standards yet as an individual performer. I have always appreciated the progress Roman Reigns had made in the ring. Maybe I am partial here, having been in Providence, RI at RAW when he announced that he had leukemia. I will admit, at first I would have preferred Kassius Ohno as the third member of the Shield. I feel as though Roman Reigns could have been a “Most Improved Wrestler of the Year” candidate, for every year of his career. Roman Reigns could go on to be what Tony C was to the Red Sox or, don’t shoot me here, what Shawn Michaels was to the WWE with a more inspirational story. Individually, again it would be hard to justify Reigns as a “two-time Hall of Famer” and in the same category as only Ric Flair. Collectively, The Shield has certainly earned their spot in the WWE Hall of Fame. 

Although I couldn’t tell you if he has recently, The Big Show has wrestled more matches than anyone else on the WWE roster. Because I do know that he recently appeared on TV, he qualifies as “active.” The length of his career itself, warrants an induction on the first ballot. Being one of the most agile big men of all-time further compliments his resume.

The Miz is another guy I’d vote for on his first ballot. I do not see ShowMiz going in as a tag-team however. He is another guy that could be considered a candidate for “most improved,” year in and year out. He too has main evented Wrestlemania and is a grand slam champion. Resume speaks for itself. Longevity adds to it.

Dolph Ziggler is a guy that I really had to think about for a minute. It only took a minute though. Best in-ring performer in WWE of this generation is all that needs to be said. If that’s not enough, all that needs to be said is Koko B. Ware. 

Randy Orton. 5 tool Hall of Famer. Enough said.

The Hardy’s as singles competitors would certainly be Hall of Fame candidates. In terms of tag team wrestling, the Hardy’s are about as sure to be first ballot Hall of Famers as Randy Orton. I would assume the WWE inducts them as a team someday. This is where it gets complicated. I would assume the Shield will someday all receive their own induction and probably won’t go in as a group/faction/team, but would be deserving either way. Are the Hardy’s both in that same category? Again, either way they make this list. 

His WWE career may have just begun, but for what AJ Styles has accomplished in that short amount of time is worth an induction. Some would probably question, “first-ballot.” It’s AJ Styles though. Get over it. Some might say he hasn’t been in WWE long enough to be on this list. I give you exhibit F, Sting. Ironically, Sting could have been the “AJ Styles” of the 2000′s but never made the move to WWE and left a lot on the table. 

Kofi Kingston is a great example of a guy who has done it all, almost. He may not have main evented a Wrestlemania or ever won a World championship, but he certainly belongs on this list. He has been a tag team champion more than anyone else. Think about the number of superstars Kofi Kingston has worked with in WWE. Many have come and gone and Kofi continues to go strong. The New Day would most definitely make the list of potential WWE Hall of Fame candidates. As individual performers, only Kofi Kingston has a resume to qualify, so he makes THIS list. 

John Cena wrestled just the other night, which qualifies him for my list. I need not say anything else. Love him or hate him, he is this generation’s Hulk Hogan and Ric Flair at the same time. He will probably have something historic named after him someday. John Cena would be number one on this list, if it were in any particular order.

Longevity alone may someday earn guys like Heath Slater or Zack Ryder an induction. You may disagree, and they are not by my definition “first-ballot” but also a step above Koko B. Ware. They at least won championships. A tag team like The Usos would certainly make the “potential list.” An argument could be made, thanks to the Buschwacker standard, that the Usos would be voted in on the first ballot. Championships won would earn guys like Raven or Crash Holly an induction. I ask myself, is it a name that I would ever forget? Did they ever have a match that I will never forget? How do their accomplishments stack up against their peers of the same “generation.” Now, what “this generation” means versus “that generation” is a whole different subject. Someday there may be a spot in the Hall of Fame for the cruiserweight division. Cedric Alexander maybe? For now, the cruiserweight division as a whole belongs in the “potential” category. One cruiserweight however who is at the top of many lists, is Rey Mysterio. If this list were in any particular order, he’d be somewhere near the top. Mysterio is another 5 tool Hall of Fame wrestler. Ask me if there was one more male WWE superstar on the current roster that would make this list, I’d say Sheamus. But he didn’t.

Mickie James is at the top of the list for women on the current roster who are first ballot Hall of Famers. Although, by my standards Charlotte Flair should really be at the top of this list. Even if she never wrestled another match, Ronda Rousey will one day be a WWE Hall of Famer. She makes this list because I would bet my house on it. She may be better suited for the “potential Hall of Famer” list, but find someone that disagrees with the statement, “the WWE will one day induct Ronda Rousey into their Hall of Fame.” Is it too soon to say Becky Lynch is in on the first ballot? Absolutely. But you know as well as I do, that she will be. She is drawing comparisons to Steve Austin. Again, maybe she’d be better suited on the potential list, with the likes of Sasha Banks and Bailey. But she’s not. She is THE MAN and when the dust settles, she’d probably be number one. Sasha Banks however, SHOULD BE on this list. For that matter, so should Bailey. Sasha Banks would probably be on the level of Eve Torres if comparing generations. Eve may even get inducted someday, but she’s not in the first ballot conversation. I am certain Sasha and Bailey deserve to be in the Hall of Fame, but if their careers ended today? Maybe not. Therefore, I can’t include them. How about Asuka? Do NXT careers count? If so, then she should have been on this list too. Last, certainly not least, but definitely littlest, Alexa Bliss is officially going to make my list. Is she better than Sasha Banks or Bailey? Not necessarily.  Her Hall of Fame resume though, is a different story. She may not have the in-ring skills of Shawn Michaels, but her face tells a story like the Undertaker.The fact that her name is mentioned in the same sentence with either of those two, is enough for me to say, the END. There’s my list. Where is Jericho’s? He would also be at the top of this list if currently competing on RAW or Smackdown. Did I miss anyone? 

#wwe #wwe hall of fame

[shishibloomy]

Gumi's nsfw thoughts on a thicc s/o? 👀

Anon…. You just sent me an ask that I didnt know i needed.  Thicc baddies rise up

Miguel: With him, I feel like he actively seeks out a thiccer partner.  He loves a nice fat ass and if you have one, get ready to be in positions where your ass is face him.  He pounds in you harder and loves seeing your butt jiggle every time.  He also likes doggy style and positions where he’s holding you up and his hands are supporting you up by your butt.

Free: Free likes being with a thiccer partner because he wants to prove that even though he’s skinny, he can handle someone bigger.  He loves boobs and ass.  He’ll ask to do titty sex a lot and then ofc, cumming on your face afterwards.  He squeezes your boobs like crazy.  Just imagine how cats make bread on soft things but him doing that with your boobs.  He’ll also ask you to sit on his lap a lot and ride him; he’ll be slapping your ass a lot during all of it.  

Agata: Agata really likes a thicc partner because 1. theyre so comfortable to hold and hug, 2. sex feels so nice.  He likes being able to hold a lot of your body during sex, his hand is always either caressing/squeezing your boobs, ass, or tummy. He doesnt have a preference on positions, as long as he can hold you close to him.  He loves your boobs and playing with your nipples too.

Dolph: Dolph is a big guy himself so I think he prefers chubbier partners.  He thinks its really cute when you have a tummy and he likes laying his head on it.  He also loves seeing how it rolls up when he puts your legs over your shoulders and he’s pounding into you.  He doesnt really care if you have a big butt or big boobs, its just about having someone he can be rough with.  If you have them though, its more for him to enjoy.

Dope: I got this headcanon idea from @couldyouspeakmyname (check out their blog!!).  Dope subconsciously seeks out a s/o with a thicc ass.  He doesnt even realize it but he sees someone walk past them and his interest gets heightened.  When he gets with them, all the sudden he wants to do positions where your ass is front and center.  Doggy style, reverse cowgirl, you laying on your stomach and he takes you on top.  While he’s fucking you, he’ll get a lot of urges to slap your ass and he will act on them.

Jinma: While thinking of something for Jinma, I dont know why but he struck me as someone who hasnt been with a lot of thicc/chubby people? Not because he doesn’t like them but just because I feel like he thinks he won’t be able to live up to what he wants (weird insecurity he makes for himself).  When he does get with one tho, he loooooves it.  During sex, they have to be the guiding force and show him how good it can be.  Lots of riding him and him holding on to your boobs/ass.  The whole time, he realizes what he’s been missing out on. 

Ibuki: Ibuki will body worship his s/o no matter how theyre built.  He gets with someone because of how they make him feel.  That being said, he will go wiiiild the first time he has sex and he see extra junk in the trunk.  His hands will be all over your body and he will be touching you everywhere.   Lots of fondling of your boobs and grabbing your ass.  He uses his mouth a lot on you as well, he’ll make sure to show you his appreciation for you and if you didnt feel loved af first, you definitely will after this. 

Sabu:  Sabu is older and skinny, he forgets that he’s not as sprightly as he once was when he was younger.  He appreciates a chubbier partner because he wants to show that he can still keep up.  He’ll do a lot of positions where he’s topping you.  He especially loves to tie you up and seeing how your body looks, its an art form for him.  He likes to fuck you while you’re in his lap too.  Except it’ll be you tied up in some way so he can show you that he can do everything himself.  

Hino: Hino doesn’t have any preference when it comes to a thicc partner, if he ends up with someone who’s thicc/chubyy, more for him to love!  While he doesn’t actively look out for them, he will be sooo into your body.  Every time before you two have sex, he will feel up your body and give you the most sensual massage ever; he knows exactly where to touch you to make you go crazy.  He loves holding your thighs while you two have sex.  

I didn’t wanna write this for everyone because it would start feeling redundant but they would hype you up sooo much.  If you felt bad about being thicc, you wouldn’t after being with them.  Some of these bois would be doing boderline body worship (especially miguel.  He wants to appreciate you and that fat ass up close.  It’s a given with Free regardless).  Also this felt so.... inappropriate to type but if you have a fat pu$$y, they love to rub their fingers between there and spread your lips with your fingers...........................

#beastars shishigumi #shishigumi #miguel beastars #miguel x reader #free beastars #free x reader #agata beastars #agata x reader #hino beastars #hino x reader #dope beastars #dope x reader #sabu beastars #sabu x reader #ibuki beastars #ibuki x reader #jinma beastars #jinma x reader #i felt so sinful writing this #i had a horror movie on and i felt so panicked at one pointl I was like just think of the sexy lions

[paradoxunknown-writes03]

Assassin Kingdom .2

Warnings: None really. 

Thanks to @itspvrislove for the help!!

Here’s the 2nd chapter @empress-with-the-crown @youcantreignonmyparade

Chapter 2: 

“This isn’t a good idea,” Aurora whispered harshly into Becky’s ear. “I don’t trust her.”

Becky took a deep breath and clenched her good fist as the man, Dolph was his name, pulled another stitch through.

“I love you, Aurora. I trust you with my life, I really do. But whether you want to admit it or not, we need her,” Becky said. She turned to look at her best friend. “Besides, if she wanted to kill us don’t you think she would have already done it by now?”

“Do you hear yourself?” Aurora asked, looking at her incredulously. She shook her head when Becky gave her a look. “Alright, I’ll back off because you’re clearly not in the mood and I don’t feel like having to argue.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” Charlotte spoke up. She kept her back turned to the trio and continued to arrange her weapons.

“And there goes the blissful silence,” Becky commented sarcastically. “Look, Rora why don’t you go and try to find snacks or something? Take a walk and cool down, yeah?”

The shorter blonde had cleaned and stitched herself up in half the amount of time that Becky had been getting her hand fixed. Charlotte had insisted she get her hand fixed by a professional, but she vehemently denied any sort of help from the assassin.

How Aurora knew to stitch herself up was a question both Becky and Charlotte had. Hell, how she knew half the stuff she did back at the apartment made Becky want to question everything about her friend, but she knew now wasn’t the right time.

“Hey, cutie,” Charlotte said, loading her assault rifle. “You have a really nice face. I’d hate to have to rearrange it.”

“You tried once and failed,” Becky shot back, hissing at a particularly rough stitch.

Aurora snickered and stood.

“I’m going to take a walk,” she said, glancing at Becky. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes at most. Okay?” The orange haired woman nodded, smiling as best she could. “See you in a bit.”

“What, no goodbye for me?” Charlotte asked, grinning as she heard Aurora scoff before she exited the flat.

Aurora sighed as the door shut behind her. Zipping up her jacket and shoving her hands in her pockets, she began to walk down the street. It was a particular chilly night for Raleigh, North Carolina.

Shuffling her feet as she continued to walk, she began to look around. The place near Charlotte’s flat was nice. Quiet. There was some shops the looked locally owned scattered up and down the streets.

In the silence of the streets, Aurora began to think about all that happened in the last 10 hours. The past life that she tried to run from hit her full force like a tornado earlier that day. When she had left, she had hopped that’s when she would see the last of everything. She didn’t think what she tried to get away from would come back in the form of Becky’s brother. A brother, who is literally known in the assassin world as the Demon King because of his ruthlessness nature. A man who built an empire that rivaled ones she knew.

The further she walked, the more she kept looking back. She couldn’t help but feel as if she were being watched.

‘You’re going insane,’ She thought to herself. ‘Nobody is following you, idiot.’

Still, she had felt that same feeling too many times in her life to ignore it. She was being watched. By who, she had no idea. Turning on her heel she began to walk back to Charlotte’s flat. She stopped dead in her tracks as she reached the outer door. In front of her was two roses,  one blood red and the other pitch black. They were stuck to the door along with a note.

Look forward to seeing you soon, love.

Game on.

-F.B & A.B.

Her eyes widen as she looked around and saw no one. The street was empty of all people. With a shaking hand she reached up and grabbed the flowers and note. Glancing over her shoulder one last time and seeing no one she pulled the door open and head to Charlotte’s door.

“It’s just me, no one shoot,” Aurora’s voice carried throughout the room. She entered with her hands up and Charlotte looked over the back of the couch at her. She looked shaken up. There was something sticking out of her jacket pocket.

“What is that?” Charlotte questioned, her tone hard once again. The vulnerability in her voice was gone. She’d do her best for it to never return.

Aurora looked down and shoved the piece of paper back into her pocket. “Nothing. Are we ready? We don’t have all night.”

“No, Aurora,” Becky said, getting up from the couch. “There can’t be anymore secrets. Not this time. What is it?”

“I was gone for twenty minutes. You’ve managed to put bullshit into her head about me keeping secrets in that amount of time?” Aurora questioned, taking a step towards Charlotte.

“She didn’t say anything about you,” Becky said, stepping in between the pair. She quickly reached into Aurora’s pocket and swiped the note.

“Rebecca Quin,” Aurora scolded, attempting to steal the note back. “I swear-”

“They know we’re here,” Becky said, crumpling the note and throwing it at Aurora.

“And this exactly why I was going to trash it,” Aurora commented. “You’re freaking out for no reason. This is classic mind games.”

“Freaking out?” Becky asked, staring at Aurora in shock. “Are you kidding me? I’m sorry, but I’m still trying to process the fact that my own flesh and blood sent an assassin to kill me. And you,” she said, pointing a finger at her best friend. “Have a ton of secrets. There’s no way in hell you should have had two duffle bags ready to go. You knew something was going to happen. You shouldn’t have known how to stitch yourself up. You shouldn’t know how to fight the way you did.”

“You want to talk about secrets, Becky? Your brother is literally the king of assassins,” Aurora began, scoffing in disbelief. “Fine. You want to know why?”

“We really don’t have time for this,” Charlotte interrupted. “You two can argue later. We need to go.”

“No, you started this whole thing,” Aurora shot back, wanting nothing more then to slap that stupid look off of the taller blonde’s face. “I have no fucking idea why she’s protecting you. You’re just like her brother. You’re a killer, blondie. You’re of no use to us. He’ll still find us whether you’re here or not.”

“Keep her out of this,” Becky said sharply, crossing her good arm across her chest. “She has nothing to do with your lies.”

“Wow, Rebecca,” Aurora said, her anger starting to rise. “You want to talk about lies? Where do you want to start? At the part where your brother is a notorious assassin or the part where you were on the run from him?”

Becky went to say something, but was taken aback at her best friend’s accusation.

“Hey!” Charlotte shouted, causing both Aurora and Becky to flinch. “If this is going to continue then I’ll just stay behind. I can give you the location of a safehouse that should be good for about a week. Let me escort you there and then I’ll leave.”

“No need, it’s obvious I’m not trusted anymore,” Aurora respond, shaking her head. “You want to know, Becky? You want to know just exactly how I know all of those things? From a very young age I was brought up in this world, okay?” She didn’t mean to have the harsh bite in her voice as she spoke, but she couldn’t help it. The anger flowed out of her like a river. “I watched empires like the one your brother is building grow and the topple. I was groomed at a very young age to be an assassin, but when I found out what my father was planning I ran, okay?” The younger woman sighed. “I didn’t tell you any of this because I wanted to protect you.”

“I’ve been living with an assassin,” Becky mumbled to herself, her face giving away her shock. “My brother is an assassin, my best friend is an assassin, you’re an assassin,” she said, waving her hand lazily at Charlotte. “You were trying to protect me?”

“I’m not an assassin,” Aurora counter, shaking her head. “Look, I was left for dead and when I got better, I ran. But you never forget the type of training I had.”

Charlotte was hesitant to interrupt again, slightly afraid that she’d have her head bitten off again, but they were running out of time.

“You two really need to go. I understand this is all happening fast and you’ve got some issues to work through, but you need to leave. Now,” Charlotte said, walking over to her duffle bag. She pulled out another burner and a sheet of paper with an address. “Take this and go,” she said, shoving the information into Aurora’s hands.

“Wait,” Becky said, still trying to take in all the information that was being thrown at her. “You’re not coming with us anymore?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Charlotte answered. She nodded her head at Aurora. “She’s right. There’s nothing I can do for you that she can’t. Besides, I tried to kill you. Who’s to say I won’t try again?”

“You have no reason to anymore,” Becky said. “We’re all going right now. We’re not splitting up.” She ignored Aurora’s eyes on the back of her head as she grabbed Charlotte’s duffel bag. “Aurora loaded ours into your car earlier. Let’s go.”

“Yay, road trip,” Aurora mocked, glancing at Charlotte. “This should be fun.”

When Charlotte didn’t move and merely glared at Aurora, Becky turned around and walked back. “Charlotte…” she trailed off, realizing she didn’t know the woman’s full name. She wasn’t even sure if Charlotte was her real name.

“Flair,” Charlotte answered for her, giving only a moment’s hesitation at giving the Irish woman her full name. Well, sort of full name.

“You’re coming with us, Charlotte Flair,” Becky said sternly, boldly reaching forward and grabbing the lapel of the taller woman’s leather jacket. “Let’s go before my psycho brother shows up.”

“I have to check the car first,” Charlotte said, her tone dry as she headed for the door. She found that she was quickly becoming powerless when it came to the fiery Irish woman. It didn’t settle well in her stomach. “Make sure he didn’t leave any trackers while he was here.”

~~~~

“Can we stop for a few minutes? I’ve had to pee for the last hour, but you insisted on driving past three different rest stops because you’re an asshole,” Aurora muttered from the back seat, kicking the back of Charlotte’s seat like it was a soccer ball. “We’ve been going for more than four hours.”

Charlotte sighed angrily, plastering a tight smile on her face and looked in the rear view mirror. “Give me one second.” She kept her eyes locked on Aurora’s as she jerked the wheel at the last second and took an exit. She ignored the angry drivers behind her and smiled brightly at the woman in her backseat. “Here we are,” she said, pulling into the rest station. “Run along now. And don’t come back unless you have snacks.”

Aurora gave her a dirty look for throwing her around in the backseat like that and stuck out her hand. “Give me the keys. I don’t trust you. As soon as I go in there you could take off.”

“As you wish, princess,” Charlotte said, yanking the keys from the ignition. Aurora’s face scrunched in annoyance, almost as if she had eaten something sour.

“Don’t ever call me that again,” the shorter blonde muttered, opening the car door. “Or I’ll light you car on fire and roast marshmallows over the flame.”

“Marshmallows sound great!” Charlotte shouted, just as Aurora slammed the door shut. The blonde assassin turned towards Becky who had been quiet for the majority of their trip. “She’s a peach. I can see why you like her. You don’t need to get out? Stretch? Use the bathroom?”

Becky shook her head and leaned back in her seat. Charlotte could see the lines of worry cover her forehead.

“You okay?” Charlotte asked, her voice softer this time. “I’d ask if you want the radio on but your girl took my keys.”

“I’m fine. Just tired,” Becky said offhandedly. “How much longer until we get there?”

“A few more hours,” Charlotte answered honestly. “The view at the safehouse is fucking amazing. Your file said you like the beach. It’s the least I could do for trying to kill you. It’s in Georgia.”

“Never been,” Becky said, still seeming uninterested.

Charlotte gripped the wheel tightly between her fingers and turned to face the Irish woman. “Can you stop? I don’t like the way your face looks.” She closed her eyes tightly and cursed herself. “I mean, I do like your- I just meant… stop looking like someone killed your dog. I don’t like it.”

“I’m sorry,” Becky said, resting her hand on the console as she looked at Charlotte. “I’m confused. I thought you said I was cute earlier.”

Charlotte felt her face heating up and clutched the wheel tighter in her hands. No one had ever made her this flustered before in her thirty years on this planet. In fact, she was even know for being level headed and calm where it counted.

“I didn’t say that,” Charlotte argued, turning back to look for Aurora. She never thought she’d actually want her to come back. “I said-”

“You said ‘hey, cutie’ and then threatened to rearrange my face,” Becky finished for her, the smile that Charlotte was quickly growing accustomed to returning to her face.

“I didn’t-”

A tap on the passenger side window interrupted their little argument. Aurora was back, her hands full of bags. Becky got out and opened the door for her before sliding back into the front seat.

“Did you rob the place?” Charlotte asked, taking her keys back and starting the car. “Please tell me you did. I’d love to see them put handcuffs on you and haul your ass to jail.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been in handcuffs,” Aurora responded, shrugging. “And, no I didn’t rob the place.”

“Oh, gross,” Becky muttered, sinking even further down into her seat. “I didn’t need to hear that.”

Charlotte merely smiled at the Irish woman’s reaction, almost allowing herself to laugh. She held back though, and continued driving. The remainder of the trip took three and a half more hours. They only had to stop one more time so Becky could get the pain pills Dolph had given her out of her duffle bag in the trunk. She had watched as Becky swallowed the pills, for once in her life feeling absolutely horrible about what she’d done.

By the time they’d arrived it was almost the next day. She gave Becky the keys to the loft and told her and Aurora to go inside, that she would get the bags. She didn’t need to bother with checking the place first. She knew for a fact that no one had tracked them.

“The place is nice, but there’s only one bed. You two can share,” Charlotte said, dropping the bags at the end of the bed. “This place wasn’t made for more than two people to live in. The beach will open back up tomorrow. You don’t have to worry about being careful down there. I have security here.”

“Becky can have the bed,” Aurora said, nodding her head at the rest of Charlotte’s words. “I’ll take the floor.”

Charlotte shrugged. “Have it your way. I’ll be on the couch. There’s water in the refrigerator and snacks in the cabinets. Goodnight.”

“Wait,” Becky said, holding out a hand. “What if someone breaks in? You’ll be out there.”

“Exactly,” Charlotte said, raising a questioning eyebrow. “I’ll be out there. Besides, I have a man stationed not too far from here. Finn’s not getting in here tonight.”

“Geez, Becky,” Aurora said, shuffling around in her bag. “If you’re more comfortable sleeping with a killer, I’ll gladly take the couch.”

Becky flushed, glaring at her best friend. She went to say something, but was interrupted before she could get a word out.

“Look, I can’t do another round of listening to your arguments. You both will be just fine. I’m right out there if you need me,” Charlotte said, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “Try not to keep me awake with your arguing. Now goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Becky whispered, watching as the blonde assassin left. She didn’t tear her gaze away until she was gone, the room suddenly feeling much colder. She looked over to see Aurora staring at her with hard eyes.

‘Well this is just the beginning of the adventure,’ Aurora thought to herself. ‘Fun.’

~~~

The blonde sighed as she rolled over on her stomach. Somehow she found herself on the beach. She wanted to get out of the house for a bit and just be able to not have to think about being on the run. It had been a week since they had started hiding in Georgia. A week since the note Finn and Aleister left her.

So, to take her mind off of everything, she went to the nearest shop and bought herself a bathing suit. It was a plain black two piece that wasn’t anything special. As she laid on the large towel she laid out, Aurora’s mind began to wander.

As she replayed the past weeks events over and over in her head she couldn’t help but think about Becky’s brother and his right hand man.

Finn Balor was the type of man that the minute you looked at him, you knew he was trouble. The type of trouble that excited you because you there was going to be danger at every turn. He had this mysterious air about him. The man always lingering behind Finn, Aleister, seemed more mysterious then the Irishman himself. He barely spoke and was alway lingering in the shadows. Both men had grasped the blondes attention.

‘You really shouldn’t be thinking about them,’ She thought to herself. ‘Especially not like that that.’

Her burner cell that she picked up that gas station began ringing, snapped her out of her thoughts. Reaching for it, she saw the numbering calling her was ‘unknown’.

Raising an eyebrow, she flipped it up, answering it.

“Hello?” she questioned

“Are you enjoying the beach? I will say, that swim suit looks amazing on you.” a familiar voice spoke, making Aurora’s body tense. “I didn’t know you had tattoos love.” The younger woman's eyes widened.Nobody really knew she had tattoos. Only Becky and she had barely seen them. 

She had one down her spine saying ‘don't let the pain destroy you’ in french. As well as ‘regret nothing’ on her (left) collarbone, also in french. And one wing that looked like an angel wing and another that looked like a demon wing on her shoulder blades. The only way Finn could know about them is if he were watching her.

“Excuse me?” Was all the response Aurora could muster, eyebrows shooting up. “How the fuck-”

“Oh now, now. No need to get all riled up,” Finn mocked, amusement clear in his voice. “Can’t we just have a friendly conversation?”

“Friendly conversation?” The blonde questioned, scoffing. “You broke into my home. Tried to kill my best friend. Threatened me. Nothing about our interactions have ever been friendly. What the fuck do you want?”

“So the mouth wasn’t just for show, you are a little feisty thing, aren’t you?” he asked

“Oh, I’ll show you feisty,” Aurora muttered as she sat up and looked around the beach. “I swear if you try to hurt Becky-”

“Or you’ll do what?” Finn rhetorically asked, cutting the blonde off. “Just what exactly will you do? Go on, tell me something I haven’t heard before.” His tone was dark. “I will say though, love, I didn’t call to talk about my sister.”

“Why did you call then?”  Aurora shot back, eyes narrowing even though she was on the phone.

“You,” the Irishman answered honestly. “You intrigue us.” Aurora assume the ‘us’ Finn was talking about was himself and Aleister.

The blonde scoffed in disbelief. “Me? You’re calling because of me?”

“Like we told you, love, you intrigue us.” Finn began, tone losing the dark edge. “We normally don’t agree on the same woman. So, you’re certainly an anomaly.”

“Wait, you and Aleister....” Aurora trailed off in shock. “You and he are a couple? You two certainly don’t act like it.”

“Well that’s because you don’t know us very well,” Finn responded, a playful tone to his voice.

“Kind of hard to do that when you’re trying to kill me,” Aurora countered, sighing. “Obviously this call isn’t to track me because you know where I am. So why call?”

“To remind you the games still on and it looks like we’re winning,” Finn answered, chuckling. “See you soon, love.”

‘Well fuck,’ Aurora thought to herself as the line went dead. ‘Game over.’

#finn balor #fergal devitt #aleister black #wwe #wrestling au

[placetobenation]

Somewhere on the Road to WrestleMania, the WWE has lost its mind and creative wisdom!

Yup, I said it.

In a time where audience is eroding and stocks are on the wrong side of the ledger, the WWE has turned its collective championship eyes at Goldberg. Yes, 53-year old Bill Goldberg. Again.  For the second time in three years, Goldberg has taken out a younger star in mere minutes. In March of 2017 at Fastlane, it was Kevin Owens and now it’s The Fiend/Bray Wyatt.

I hate it!

The Fiend, over the past 8 months, is one of Smackdown’s most entertaining superstars. And with 2:00 of work in Saudi Arabia at Super Showdown Thursday, it was all thrown away.

Now, I get that Vince McMahon wants another superstar to highlight WrestleMania and a possible PPV deal before April’s big event, but this is not the way to do it. You shouldn’t have to tear down and discard one of your top draws just to give Goldberg a title he doesn’t deserve. Even if it is a transitional champion to get to Roman Reigns.

And to boot, at Super Showdown, we get The Undertaker coming back to lay waste to AJ Styles and Brock Lesnar obliterates Ricochet in less than two minutes. Add in John Cena’s return on Smackdown Friday night and we’ve got WrestleMania turned into a night of the elder statesmen.

I’m not saying that you can’t use the veterans and former stars, but don’t do it at the expense of the younger talent. Get them over. Make them over with personality and creative booking. Make it special and make it realistic. Make me want to be invested instead of trying to get the cheap, quick pop!

Right now, they are treating WrestleMania as a throwaway event and not something that I MUST see! It’s supposed to be THE biggest day of the year and now it’s just thrown in with Super Showdown and Elimination Chamber as another event over the month.

Count me as one who does NOT want to see Goldberg vs. Roman Reigns, John Cena vs. The Fiend/Bray Wyatt and The Undertaker vs. AJ Styles. Those matches are not MUST SEE for me.  Now, if it was Cena going for a Championship, he is 16-time World Champion after all, that’s something else. But, we can’t have that now that Goldberg beat The Fiend.

Remember, we already got Cena vs. Wyatt at WrestleMania 30.

Unfortunately, it looks like the lazy, predictable approach has even gotten to NXT, usually a standout week in, week out. Charlotte Flair vs. Bianca Belair should’ve been a standout match, but lacked the high quality, emotion and intensity.

On RAW, how many times did we need to see Becky Lynch vs. Shayna Baszler recapped?

Now, enough for the rant!

There were some positives on SmackDown. The tag team title match in the Elimination Chamber between John Morrison & The Miz vs. The Usos vs. The New Day could be epic! Sasha Banks’ return, despite the loss, is a good thing. A better show than in recent weeks and the best of the week for the WWE.

Super Showdown Results

The OC (Karl Anderson & Luke Gallows) defeated The Viking Raiders (Erik & Ivar)

The Undertaker won the Tuwaiq Mountain Trophy Gauntlet Match over R-Truth, Bobby Lashley, Rey Mysterio Jr. and AJ Styles

Smackdown Tag Team Championship Match: The Miz and John Morrison defeated The New Day to win titles

Angel Garza defeated Humberto Carrillo

RAW Tag Team Championship Match: Seth Rollins & Buddy Murphy defeated The Street Profits (Montez Ford & Angelo Dawkins) to retain titles

Mansoor defeated Dolph Ziggler

WWE Championship Match: Brock Lesnar defeated Ricochet to retain title

Steel Cage Match: Roman Reigns defeated King Corbin

Smackdown Women’s Championship Match: Bayley defeated Naomi

Universal Championship Match: Goldberg defeated The Fiend/Bray Wyatt to win title

And NEWWWWWWWWW @WWE Universal Champion! @Goldberg is now a 2-time Champion, and the first WWE Hall of Famer to win after being inducted. #WWESSSD pic.twitter.com/gcYLS4aCr1

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) February 27, 2020

Star of the Week:

Goldberg – I may not like it, but capturing the second biggest title in the company deserves a top spot, right?! I just wish he would’ve earned it.

RAW

RESULTS

Angel Garza defeated Humberto Carrillo

Ricochet defeated Luke Gallows

Aleister Black defeated Erick Rowan

Bobby Lashley defeated R-Truth

Angelo Dawkins defeated Buddy Murphy (DQ)

Seth Rollins defeated Montez Ford

Randy Orton defeated Kevin Owens

What we loved:

.@FightOwensFight demanded ANSWERS from @RandyOrton on #RAW! pic.twitter.com/xBjNh4KqHQ

— WWE (@WWE) February 26, 2020

Stand up KO – It was nice to see Kevin Owens be the next guy to take on Randy Orton for his attack on Edge. After all, how many times can we see Owens get punked by Seth Rollins and his Monday Night Minions (Buddy Murphy and the Authors of Pain)? Well, one more time I guess to help Randy Orton get a win. But at least it was a fun twist for a night.

It was a backstage blowup between @WWEAleister & #TheOC on #RAW! pic.twitter.com/bohbvzk09f

— WWE (@WWE) February 26, 2020

Aleister Black vs. AJ Styles – Sign me up for this one! But, something tells me we won’t get it as advertised now that Styles is looking for revenge against The Undertaker. Now, if you want to put The Undertaker with Aleister Black to fight The OC, I’m down with that.

Meh:

Garza vs. Carrillo – twice in four days was not exactly their best effort.

Huh:

The Women's #WWEChamber Contract Signing quickly turned into a BRAWL between @QoSBaszler & @BeckyLynchWWE!#RAW pic.twitter.com/As5dWbx2XG

— WWE (@WWE) February 26, 2020

So, no one comes out to save Edge or Matt Hardy against Randy Orton, but the entire locker room clears out to take care of the Elimination Chamber contract signing with Becky Lynch, Shayna Baszler, Asuka, Natalya, Liv Morgan, Sarah Logan and Ruby Riott. That’s just so illogical on so many levels my friends!

NXT

RESULTS

Cameron Grimes defeated Dominik Dijakovic

Xia Li defeated Mia Yim

Tommaso Ciampa defeated Austin Theory

Killian Dain defeated Bronson Reed

The Grizzled Young Veterans (Zack Gibson & James Drake) defeated The Forgotten Sons (Wesley Blake & Steve Cutler)

Charlotte Flair defeated Bianca Belair

.@MsCharlotteWWE has @BiancaBelairWWE right where she wants her! #WWENXT pic.twitter.com/yGXG9NkWcy

— WWE NXT (@WWENXT) February 27, 2020

Don’t get me wrong, the effort in the ring was there. Just overall, this latest episode of NXT just didn’t do it for me. I expected a can’t miss event from Flair and Belair and it just didn’t happen. Maybe they just had an off night chemistry-wise, but I just expected more. Otherwise, it was just a bunch of matches with a couple of run-ins thrown in for some intrigue.

“The #NXTUK Champion @WalterAUT would like to send you his regards…”#Imperium deliver a personal message to the PRIN

E @FinnBalor! #WWENXT pic.twitter.com/BPJpb66Zgw

— WWE (@WWE) February 27, 2020

Finn Balor vs. Imperium has some interest, but why did we blow off the Gargano feud so quickly after one match? That seemed odd. Gargano, predictably, went after former friend and foe Ciampa after the NXT TakeOver: Portland screwjob. Ending Balor vs. Gargano and Ciampa vs. Cole seems like a blowoff and not a deserving finish.

Hopefully, just an off week for the folks from Full Sail. Their product isn’t failing at the moment, they are just getting outperformed on many levels by their counterparts on All Elite Wrestling, who are showing more of a flair for the dramatic in front of a bigger crowd week-in and week-out.  Plus, it just seems like they are having more fun. That’s a lesson all of the WWE could learn.

SMACKDOWN

RESULTS

Non-title Smackdown Women’s Championship Match: Naomi defeated Bayley (DQ)

Lacey Evans &  Naomi defeated Bayley & Sasha Banks

Robert Roode defeated Kofi Kingston

Daniel Bryan defeated Curtis Axel

Non-title Smackdown Tag Team Title Match: The Usos defeated John Morrison & The Miz

What we loved:

Tag team love in the chamber – New tag team champs – John Morrison and The Miz get a monster of a first title defense. They have to face The Usos and the former champs, The New Day along with Dolph Ziggler & Robert Roode, Heavy Machinery, and Lucha House Party in the Elimination Chamber in Philadelphia next Sunday. That could be epic my friends! Nice win by The Usos getting instant heat on the new champs with the upset victory Friday night. Not a good luck for the new champs though after gaining the belts on Thursday.

It's official! @WWERomanReigns will battle @Goldberg for the WWE Universal Championship at @WrestleMania. #SmackDown pic.twitter.com/Gj17p5Znmo

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) February 29, 2020

Boo boo Bill – LOVED. LOVED. LOVED the fans in Boston (my people!) booing the (bleep) out of new Universal Champion Bill Goldberg. The only thing shorter than Goldberg’s match at Super Showdown was the one line back and forth between Roman Reigns and Goldberg. We all know where this is going folks. What Vince wants, Vince gets. Whether we the fans want it or not.

'The Fiend' @WWEBrayWyatt never forgets…#SmackDown pic.twitter.com/1heu7CAedE

— WWE on FOX (@WWEonFOX) February 29, 2020

You knew it was coming:

Cena vs. The Fiend – You just knew John Cena’s announcement that he wouldn’t be part of this year’s WrestleMania wasn’t going to stand. It lasted all of about 30 seconds. So, now we get Cena/Wyatt II in Tampa. Playing the hits for the big show is all this is.

Huh?

Daniel Bryan – I look at Daniel Bryan’s matches the last few weeks after losing to The Fiend and I think he’s wrestling on the old All-Star Wrestling. He’s showcasing his wares in matches he’s clearly the favorite in against guys that have no chance against him while Bryan waits on his next storyline. Kind of odd they have nothing for him yet. I’d love to see him in a classic match we didn’t see coming. How about Bryan vs. Cole II in Tampa?

Elimination Chamber Card:

SmackDown Tag Team Championship Elimination Chamber Match: The Usos vs. Robert Roode and Dolph Ziggler vs. Heavy Machinery vs. Lucha House Party vs. The New Day vs. John Morrison and The Miz

Elimination Chamber Match – Winner gets match at WrestleMania vs. Becky Lynch for RAW Women’s Championship: Shayna Baszler vs. Ruby Riott vs. Natalya vs. Sarah Logan vs. Liv Morgan vs. Asuka

Intercontinental Championship 3-on-1 Handicap Match: Cesaro, Sami Zayn and Shinsuke Nakamura vs. Braun Strowman

Parting shots:

Oh no Joe – Tough to see Samoa Joe suspended 30 days for a Wellness Policy violation. A concussion and now suspension takes him out of one of the bigger angles on RAW but should be back in time for WrestleMania.

Killer Kross and Scarlett Bordeaux – You have to think this couple is going to make a big debut either right before WrestleMania or in Tampa. Are the glitches a foreshadowing for something big for these two?

WWE Backstage – I’ve had high hopes for this show and it has had its moments. But, without CM Punk every week and no consistency other than Renee Young each week. I’ve been disappointed lately. Loved the talk between Mark Henry and Keith Lee last week. But did we really need a Bella Twins baby contest this week? Ugh!

Two cage matches for NXT this Wednesday? Sounds like overkill to me.

If you get a chance to listen to Lacey Evans on Boston radio Friday morning, it was a good listen on 98.5 The Sports Hub. Listen to it here.

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[thelocalshooter]

The Local Shooter Vs. Ak Sellers

(LS) Hello how are you today? Where are you from? What’s your name? And what do you do?

(Ak) What’s up g I’m good letting life be life. I’m from Memphis tn, I like to call it Big Memphis small city big lights. I’m Ak Sellers, you can just call me Ak and Sellers is actually my last name so don’t be thinking I gotta Ak shop around the corner. I’m an artist/rapper whatever term you choose to use.

(LS) We see you’re on many platforms with 2 albums and a couple singles, how does the whole process work for you? Do you have to feel it or can you just hop in the booth and make it happen?

(Ak) Yea 1st album is called “Started With” which is actually my first album for anyone looking to hear more music. 2nd one “Free Goon” was actually made in dedication to my lil brother GoonBankroll who is fighting a charge I won’t get to deep into but he’ll be home soon. My single “Signz” and “Know Uh” are two of my favorite as far as seeing my development and I had a lot of fun recording them. Normally I already have the whole process planned out. When I first go in the booth I may do a voice check to find the way I hear it it my head or depending on the kind of energy I want to bring to the beat. I can also go str8 in once hear a beat I rock with and vibe off it. That’s pretty much how the “Free Goon” project was made. It was actually more songs I think like 18. We were all just in the studio coming up with songs. Once we had the chorus down the rest was a punch-in away. So basically I can do both.

(LS) Are you currently working on anything else? A new project? Do ever think of stepping outside of music and doing another creative thing or strictly music?

(Ak) I am currently working on a new project with U.Z.H the one that made prod. the beat to “Know Uh” that’s all I can really say right now. We’ve been keeping it low key for the most part but yea that’s in the making. I’m also working on putting more songs or maybe an ep out in the meantime while I finish up this next project to keep everyone in tune with what I have going on.

(LS) You seems to be very versatile when it comes to your sound you can really get on anything and make it your own, how did that come about? Who were your inspirations growing up?

(Ak) Mane, if I could tell you exactly how I come up with my songs I would consider myself a genius. It’s usually depends on how many beats I write the song to, I don’t know if other rappers use that process or if it even make sense but if I get stuck on one beat I just scan thru beats and something clicks and boom there you go. All my songs are based off past experiences and/or how I felt then vs now. I like to use unique words but also keep it simple enough to understand. Sometimes I may be thinking of a word not knowing the meaning and have to look it up. That’s probably why my vocabulary and word play is the way it is. I guess that technically makes me a genius huh? I grew up listening to Yo Gotti, Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, and Future. I was also blessed to be around family that motivates me to keep growing as an artist. Overall I try to stay up to date on all music no matter the genre, industry or underground. All of it plays a part. I may listen to me more than anything just so I stay on track and not bite other artists’ style.

(LS) How is the music scene in Memphis? How do you see it evolving and how do you see yourself growing along with it?

(Ak) The music scene in Memphis is on fye right now due to so many good artists like MoneyBagg, Black Youngsta, Key Glock, Lil Migo, etc coming up. In the next few years it may be just as many artists from Memphis mainstream like it was with Atlanta and it’s a lot of different varieties of styles, nobody sounds like the next. At one point it was just Gotti, Dolph, 3-6, and some 8Ball & MJG but I didn’t get to experience them as much. I fit right in as far as own sound, own lingo, my experience, own image, and I’m connected with most of the upcoming rappers one way or another. It’s pretty much like I’m meant to do it. As long as I continue growing and perfecting my craft I’ll stay on track for sure.

(LS) Are there any artist you see yourself working with in the future? And specific sound you’re looking for when it comes to collabs?

(Ak) I literally will work with everybody whether that’s the greats like Jay Z, Weezy, Kanye if they still at it. Artists from my city like Bagg, Youngsta is a must. Glock, Kevo Muney, Lil Migo, gotta get one with Gotti and/or Dolph depending on the situation obviously. I will also have a few good features on this upcoming project from a few good artists I’ve met recently. I can’t forget Da Baby, Stunna 4 Vegas, Future for sure, Drake, my favorite female artist Doja Cat who need to follow me back on Twitter, Megan, Gunna, and I wanna work with Thugga. That’s just off top of my head. I definitely gonna take my opportunities and make the best out of em no matter what. I got a lil ways to got but sometimes that could be a hop and a skip.

(LS) What are goals as an artist, do you plan on being independent or are working your way up to land in front of a label and sign?

(Ak) My ultimate goal is to be independent and eventually grow to the point where I can put other artists and producers in a position to succeed. I’ve met a lot of good people this past year since I’ve been grinding with my music and I would definitely love to showcase a lot of that talent. If I end of landing in front of a label and they say what I know my value is why not. I know I can produce a creative unique sound especially if I’m being funded by a label and it gives me more versatility to work with as far as presenting new ideas and creativity without worrying about how. Everything has its pluses and minuses so we’ll have to see where that goes.

(LS) We see you had a video out featuring Goon Bankroll, who is he to you? How did the concept for that video come about? Can we expect more visuals from you in 2020?

(Ak) Goon BankRoll is my lil cousin, I call him my lil brother though because he was the one with me day in and day out no matter what. The same goes for Hunchoo and Rell who were also in the video. Right Now he’s fighting a case as I stated earlier and I try to keep him motivated as much as I can while he does. The concept was pretty much random. I picked up the camera man who is a longtime homie I grew up with, went to my apartment me and my child’s mother was staying at the time and said let’s shoot. We look at the scene and saw how we could get good angles which was pretty much on my homeboy shooting it. The females were just with us so I gave them $20 to do whatever they did and we really just did what we wanted. There are definitely a lot of visuals going to be shot in 2020. Got a few already done just have to drop. Been building up my YouTube channel so that I don’t have to do that in the process because that’s a lot of stuff if you think about it. I’m just letting everything flow at the moment and eventually it’ll work out as planned.

(LS) Can we expect any tour dates from you this year? Any more shows you can announce at the moment?

(Ak) I’m actually putting together a personal tour to hit a few cities and connect with different djs and radio stations that’s been staying in contact with me. I’ve been very active when it comes to meeting different people that present opportunities I need to succeed and help me reach my full potential. Most of my were in the month of December when they were coming back to back. 2020 will have a lot of surprises so just stay tuned. Once it starts it won’t stop.

(LS) Thank you being part of a great come up, can you provide us with your social media accounts or anyway where fans/artist can get ahold of you and find out a bit more about you personally? Anything extra we can keep your eyes peeled for coming from AK?

(Ak) my main social media is Twitter @sellers_ak, then Instagram @ak_sellers, Snapchat @ak_sellers, and Facebook Ak Sellers. I’m kinda new to the social media scene so I’m growing as I go so my fans and supporters have a chance to grow and experience it with me. So be on the lookout for a lot of new content especially on my YouTube channel you can subscribe and hit the bell to stay up to date on everything. I promise nobody is gonna wanna miss it. I’m also gonna be on a few features in the near future. With thank being said if you rocking with me, we gonna rock together and if you want me to feature on a song or two shoot me an email @[email protected] and we gonna get to work.

The Local Shooter — AK SELLERS — 01/28/2020