#replies: wolf and ryan

[secrettyrant]

closed starter, the bullet tunnel wolf and ryan @dxrkenedheights

Don't ask the two Cross brothers how they lost The Bullet. But they have. It was where it always was, no self-made smuggler guards in sight, allowing them to start loading up their take from Olympia for home. But, all it took was a turn for a crate and they heard the rickity engine blast into life. Hijackers, pirates, whatever you want to call them, freeloading onto the falling apart train and getting it into motion before either Wolf or Ryan could react.

So, now they're here. Precariously carrying the last load of goods while walking, carefully, on broken tracks through a pitch black tunnel. "If we die here, Ryan, I need to tell you something." Wolf's voice echoes through the tunnel, half strained from lugging the crates in his arms. Footsteps scuffling as his voice resounds through the darkness. "I don't believe we actually die. I think we become NexBots. Always thought that. Never told anyone, though." he sniffs, still walking and still unable to see much, not even his brother's reaction. "And I'm going to make sure I come back as your NexBot..." Wolf's voice is still even and level, only slowly growing with passion as his words continue. "...and remind you that you're a fucking idiot. Why did you turn your back on the train!?"

[secrettyrant]

Pride emanates from Wolf's eyes as he looks to Ryan. His brother's loyalty springs through the cabin, swelling the wood they sit within along with Wolf's heart. He's proud of each of his brothers, for overcoming a life that wanted to see them sink. But he can see the great difference in Ryan. How he's stepped into the role as Beta. He can see how it's leveled his mind, and while the impulsive Cross ways are never far behind them, Wolf knows it has done Ryan the world of good. His laughter chimes at the choice of words, truly tickled almost childishly so as his shoulders shake with mirth. "You'll be happy to know I won't be taking a dump and making everyone gather around to look at it." he bellows, sighing contently.

A sadness joins the spiral of laughter as he thinks about Hunter. In many ways, Wolf always thought their brother's destiny would be shrouded in turmoil. He knew it from the day they trusted him to become Alpha, that Hunter would struggle with the changes. Wolf sighs again, this time with a dropped tone. "All we can do is show him that we want him to stay but he has to believe it for that to work." but then Wolf dips his head to accept Ryan's offer. He's guilty of clutching responsibility a little too tightly, not wanting it to burden anyone but himself. "Give me time to learn how to do that Ryan. I'm just a man at the end of the day." he smiles warmly to his brother. "But thank you."

END.

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"You ain't been worryin' 'bout the wrong thing, Wolfy." Ryan sighs and he can see the weight his brother is carrying. He's never been prouder of their older brother but also, never been more worried. In this moment, Ryan realizes that he worries about all of them. He worries about Wolf's burden, how harsh he is on himself and his capabilities. He worries about Hunter, if he leaves. He worries about Elliot, what could happen if Cece isn't found. "You're tryin' to make sure we don't fall back, you're makin' sure we do shit the right way and not his way." Not Jeffrey's. "But I gotta say, you could take a shit and not flush it for a week. Hell, you could call us on over and make us all take a look at it and it'd still be better than anythin' that son of a bitch ever did."

Ryan's hatred for their father is no secret, nor the fact he was much closer to their mother. Hunter, the opposite. Which means it's also not a secret that he is struggling the most out of all of them. "It'd crush El. I don't think he'd go 'cause he knows that too but, I think it's eatin' him up." he sighs about their brothers. Neither of them can make Hunter do anything. He's his own person and always has been, but there has to be something that they offer out as a way of help. Then again, Hunter would be more likely to sneeze at it than accept it. Ryan lets out a small scoff as Wolf shows concern towards him, waving it off with a shake of his head. "I'm good, man. I mean it. I'm fine." it's not the most convincing he's ever sounded but Ryan still wears a grin. "Same to you, you asked me to be here for you. To be your Beta and I'm here, Wolf. So lemme carry some of it."

[ranger-ribbons]

An idea: Power Ranger brainwashing recovery support group. From Tommy Oliver to Ollie Akana, there are a lot of people in this show who need it.

Tommy Oliver: Mighty Morphin Green, Mighty Morphin White, Dino Thunder Black

Karone: Lost Galaxy Pink

Merrick Baliton: Lunar Wolf

Ryan Mitchell: Lightspeed Titanium

Shane Clarke: Ninja Storm Red

Tori Hanson: Ninja Storm Blue

Dustin Brooks: Ninja Storm Yellow

Hunter Bradley: Thunder Storm Red/Crimson

Trent Fernandez Mercer: Dino Thunder White

Vida Rocca: Mystic Force Pink

Korrag: The Wolf Warrior

Kevin Yamamoto: Samurai Blue

Ollie Akana: Dino Fury Blue, Cosmic Fury Blue

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They trickle in one by one.

The brainwashed, those under spells, the ones who were raised bad, lied to, cast aside. The ones who lost their memories or were fallen in battle and risen as evil. The ones who were tricked.

Tommy, as always, leads these meetings. He's there before any of them. Karone slips in after him, sitting prim and proper in her seat as she texts her magni, "treasure," literally translated. Merrick follows her, sitting cross-legged on the couch and fiddling with the collar of the silver jacket he wears. Then comes Ryan Mitchell, his ring flashing in the meager light and eyes angry, looking around pissed off as if asking for a fight. Tommy makes sure to pay close attention to the demon-raised man.

Following Ryan, the Ninja Storm Rangers - Red, Blue, and Yellow. The pair bring with them an electric feeling, like a storm was on the rise, just waiting to happen. Next comes Trent, breathing deeply to calm himself down, the White kisses his girlfriend goodbye at the door and sends her off, looking like he'd rather go with her. Tommy keeps a special eye on him as well.

After Trent, Vida Rocca charges in. She wears a new pink choker, her only allowance to her color, the rest of her outfit is varying shades of black, white, and grey. On Vida's heels comes Leanbow, the Wolf Warrior, among the oldest of the Power Rangers. Right at the start time, Kevin Yamamoto comes in, calm and poised as any samurai Tommy has ever met. And five minutes later, in trails their newest member, Ollie Akana.

"Are we missing anyone?" Tommy asks after another five minutes.

Karone shakes her head. As Tommy’s assistant in Jason and Billy's absence, it's her job to keep track of the topics and make sure everyone who wants to speak gets a chance.

Tommy nods. "Alright," he says. "Let this session start, then. Where did we stop last time?"

Karone checks her notes. "Hunter Bradley was talking about his time on the island trying to kill his brother."

Tommy glances at the Ninja Rangers. Shakes shakes his head. "Hunter and Blake went to visit their grandmother. She got really sick."

"Well, alright. Before we get into it, let's welcome our newest member, Ollie Akana."

Ollie looks up, startled. When all eyes turn to him, he waves awkwardly. Ollie is intelligent, like Billy and Justin, so Tommy’s not shocked to see his less than stellar social skills. "Hi," Ollie says, faux casual.

"Introduce yourself?" Tommy offers.

Ollie swallows before nodding. "I'm Ollie," he says unnecessarily. "I'm Dino Fury and Cosmic Fury Blue. I guess I'm here for support? I don't really know."

Tommy nods. "It's okay, man, we've all been there. If you want to talk about it today, we'll listen."

Ollie thinks about it for a second, but ultimately shakes his head. "Not today," he says. His voice is devastated. Tommy knows how he feels.

"Alright," Tommy replies. He moves on, so the spotlight is off Ollie. "Ryan, you wanna kick us off?"

Ryan looks up, eyes like molton steel, and nodded. "Yeah," he replies. "We found a straggler a few days ago. I knew this one personally. He tried to beg for mercy, talking about all the 'great times' we'd had together." Ryan scoffs, one arm around his waist. "I don't think he understood just how much those great times actually hurt. Sucks."

Tommy nods. "I understand," he replies. "It's rough meeting the people we once considered friends before."

Vida raises a hand. "Some of the Briarwood folk still look at me like I'm gonna sprout fangs and eat them. Others wish I'd go back," she explains. Turning to Ryan, she adds, "It's never easy, is it?"

Ryan shakes his head. "Sometime, when they aren't paying attention, the Lightspeed Rangers will flinch like they expect me to hit them," he replies. "Hurts being only seen as the guy who got raised by demons."

Karone hums sympathetically. "Or the daughter of evil," she adds in.

"Your Red is you brother, right?" Ryan asks. "He the only one that doesn't look at you like you're gonna snap at any second?"

Karone nods, shifting closer. Tommy allows the group to keep talking, only speaking up when the conversation allows. This is what this group is for: to allow the various brainwashed Rangers to commiserate and share their pain. Tommy turns his attention to the newest Blue. He walks over and sits next to the twenty year old, the youngest of his team. "Hey," he says.

Ollie startles again, looking up. "Hi, Doctor Oliver," he replies.

Tommy smiles. "Just Tommy," he asks. "Only my students call me doctor."

Ollie nods in acceptance.

Tommy sobers and continues, "I know you're not ready to talk about it, but one day, it's gonna hit you hard that you almost killed the people you love. It's gonna hit fast and it's gonna hit soon." He reaches into his pocket and produces his business card. "When it happens," he says, "call me. I'll be there as soon as I can."

Ollie takes the care hesitantly with shaking hands. He looks up at Tommy with wide eyes, then nods. "Thanks," he replies.

Tommy smile again. "'S what I'm here for."

~

@softlytowardthesun Thank you!

[xyourdeadwifex]

Ever Locked

Part 5: Now You Know From What

Part 4: Good Night, Bunny

pairing: Older!Leon Kennedy x Ex!Coroner’s Assistant Reader

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, talks of eating out, build up to enjoying trauma and being stalked

extra: i’m so so so so so sorry for the wait! it’s been insane and this job is killing me. I really can’t wait to find another. I’m still livid i lost my original chapter 5 :( I promise i’m gonna be back to writing, at least one chapter a week since i’m working 10 hour shifts a day for 5 days a week.

"So...", green eyes stare back at me as the hands of the waitress move from my vision. "So?", the warmth of the coffee cup is nice against my hands, the rain and near negative degrees having frozen my fingers as i stretch them against the warm cup. "Don't pull that shit on me.", the deadpan delivery nearly had me snort out coffee as her emerald eyes squint. I had no plans of telling Marina anything, nothing about the man from the bar. Nothing about the years before I came to Seattle. "He really unnerved me is all, asking about me and saying we dated. I never saw him before-", the sharp laughter from her voice in reply to my words had me jump, the liquid bit back at my bottom lip, causing me to wince.

"Don't believe me? Ask Ryan.", I nearly rolled my eyes at my best friend. Her lack of trust was not for no reason, but she just needed to drop it. I didn't want to bring her into the world of Leon Kennedy and the undead, it was hard enough having seen it first hand.

She'd just say it was insane sounding or that i must be lying once more. There seems no real way to get out of this but tell her but i truly did not want to. If it were up to me, Ryan wouldn't even know. With relationship came time to come clean, telling him in detail how my ex treated me and the night that lead up to my old ex treated me and the night that lead up to my old home being burnt to a crisp in a bombing.

"I will not, he'll lie to cover your ass. You're that kind of couple.", her tone was not friendly, her accent heavily German, as she took a bite of her eggs. Her eyes narrowing into mine, i could tell just in that look that she was over having to be left out of a good part of my life. She asked to get breakfast out, How could I say no? "You don't trust me and that's starting to upset me.", she continued, cutting another piece of the white fluffy eggs. "It's not that, Marina." the sigh that left my lips heavy and present within our conversation. "You're wonderful and so, so generous. You started hanging with me since day one at White Wolf, I could never not trust you.", the words came out so quick before i could process them. Yet, here i sat, lying to her face. How could she handle the horror that came? Anyway... it's not like Leon is that stupid to try something so many years later, right?

Blackness swirling across my vision, fingers digging into the hallows of my eyes. "I just need to quit attracting all the weirdos and psychos.", a dull bit of laughter fell from my lips, into the tense air that swam around us. "Hey, at least you've never been on a Dateline episode.", she shrugged, if only she knew how close I truly was to having my photo slapped across tv screens across the country, all the "she lit up the room when she walked in" bullshit. "Yeah, you're right.", the words felt a bit more... distanced than before, it seemed the normality crept away after seeing the blue eyes of an angel of pain.

The sound of my phone buzzing brought me back to reality, carving out a piece of waffle, the phone near my grasp as i reach for it. "Anyway, what time do you-", the number that flashes across the screen attached to the message was unfamiliar, the slightly blurry letters mumbling out a 'Bunny... i know you're angry with me, but give me a chance. I was only protecting you and now you know from what.', i felt like the back of my throat was kissed with acid, the hand holding the fork tightening as my brows pinched together. "Hey- earth to weirdo-", Marina's voice came back into recognition. Her laughter cut off as she realized my look of confusion hadn't changed. "You good? What happened?", her fingers wrapping around the glass of her cup, bringing it to her lips as she sucked from the straw.

  "Someone texted the wrong number is all.", my eyes lingered on the glass she held before i looked up at her. "That's common right?", she nodded, "Why do you look like you saw a ghost?", did i really look that upset? My fingers gripping the Razr tighter, "They just said some weird shit.", my hand waved her off as i looked back down at the waffle before me, soaked in with syrup and butter. "You need to relax, honestly. You're so strung up over that guy from the bar and it's ridiculous. If you're being honest then he's just some fucking creep who doesn't want to keep it in his pants.", she shrugged, "simple as that.", and how i wished her words weren't more then a hopeful thought. "You're right, you're right.", i concurred, the waffle being stabbed by my fork before shoving the sickly sweet bite between my lips. The sticky, thick heavy taste of syrup carving its way between my taste buds. I could feel a drip, dribbling from the corner of my lips as my phone goes off once more.

  'If you'd gone out with me, I'd love to taste that drop of syrup. You should be more careful, Bunny. Don't wanna stain that pretty black shirt, it's so pretty from the back.', my eyes now widened, feeling my pupils bug out from my head as i snap my head around, searching for the brown scruff or the blue eyes. "Hey- you're acting hella weird, girl.", Marina gave me a 'the fuck is wrong with you?' look. My eyes didn't stop searching for the man himself as I knew he had to be here, somewhere. He was a bold bastard, he knew how much this was bothering me as i got another text. 'Aw, searching so hard for me... i'm not easy to catch, Bun.', the sound of a motorcycle revving up caught my ears, snapping my eyes through the window to see a black leather jacket with white pin stripes. Mother fucker- that's him. That's the same jacket he had at the bar. That fucker was watching me.

  I had half a mind to hop up and chase down his ass but that would accomplish nothing more than give him more of an opening to my life. He slipped the black helmet over his now brownish hair, fingers clicking through buckle in place as he revved up once more, taking out of the diner parking lot and heading back deeper into town. "Hottie on a bike- you have a boyfriend, miss thing.", Marina joked as i tried to crack a smile for her. "Yeah... just interested in the bike is all.", my words weren't the strongest but i giggled to give her more of a confident answer. The waffle now half eaten as i ran my fork over the pooled up brown amber liquid. "The bike?", her scoff was humor filled. "Yeah, sure and i'm interested in seeing anything as long as it's under a hot man.", she laughed as her explicit meaning was caught. My eyes rolled back as far as they could before i leaned over the table once more. "Shit up and eat your eggs before they get cold from all your talking.", i pointed my fork towards her plate as she poked my fork with hers. "You do the same, been on that waffle for 30 minutes now.", this is why we were best friends, her attitude rivaled mine but in the best way possible.

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"You're sure it's him.", I didn't see Ryan much at work, usually just at home or at a restaurant for his breaks. "Yes, i'm sure.", my arms crossed tightly under my chest, his eyes flickering to my tits before back up at me. "You said his name was... Leon...", he snapped his fingers, left hand on his hip as he tried to recall the creeps name. "Leon Scott Kennedy.", my eye narrowed, it seemed everyone had a great 'let's piss her off all day' meeting yesterday. "Right, you still got the test and the number?", he reached out for my phone, his large fingers brushing mine as i passed off the flip phone to him. "Yeah, just- hurry up and get back to me about the restraining order.", my hand fell to my hip. "I don't know if he's going to try anything but just knowing that he was watching me at Benny's.", a shiver ran up my spine at the thought. What if he came into our home? What if he had been watching for longer than i thought before?

  "I promise, my love-", his lips pressed to the crown of my head, "-you're my priority at the moment.", he squeezed on my bicep, opening the flip phone and reading the message. His hand gripping the phone in a grip so hard i thought he’d snap the device before he handed it back to me. His hands pulling up his slacks before he wiped at his nose, eyes on the floor before he looked up at me. "You tell me as soon as you get another message. I don't care where you are or if he's watching. Call me and tell me.", he pointed at the phone in my hand. I knew his jealousy had a mean steak but this seemed to tip him off harder than before as he ran his fingers through his hair.

  "He like that when you were together?", it was rude, his tone asking and demanding an answer rather than the sweet one usually used to not push her. "No... he was shy back then and a little unexperienced.", i'm not sure why i answered but i did, just to make him feel better. My words seemed to have the opposite reaction of deescalation to escalating the entire thing- before i knew it, my back was pressed to the top of his desk, papers and cups falling over the other side of the mahogany desk. "He didn't know how to treat a pussy as good as yours.", his words came quick as he snatched the joggers off my legs, the wet patch across my underwear definitely not from seeing Leon on that bike from earlier. Something has to be wrong with me... to get so turned on from my psycho ex stalking me.

"Pussy's so wet f' me.", his lips pressed a kiss onto the soaked gusset of the pink underwear. "So soaking wet, don't even gotta ease you up, bed you could take my cock right now.", has i know jealousy was the one thing to break the man- i would've told him more about the men at work. His tongue danced across the gusset, drawing small photos as he teased. "Ry-", my lips bit between my lips. "Be quiet, slut.", he scoffed, his fingers ripping the pink fabric before his pointer and middle fingers tucked the material into the parting of my lips. "Dont need all my coworkers hearing your whore mouth. They'll try to get in this pussy too, you'd like that wouldn't you? Pussy so full of cocks, that's why you didn't tell me about your ex, right? You wanted all day to come to me and tell me he was watching you. Bet he likes to watch you shower too, see you fingers that cunt-", he breathed onto my wet slit, causing a shiver to crawl up my spine.

I know that i shouldn't be turned on by thinking about Leon Kennedy, especially after all the shit and trauma he put me through, but some trauma's manifest themselves on weird ways- mine being i am always turned on by the things he did. That's why i stayed those days... maybe he's not the only fucked up one. Maybe he fucked me up, made me some stupid, small girl. Made me conform to what he gave me... in that little of time, he conditioned me to his type of affection and god- did i love and hate it.

[secrettyrant]

Wolf's face scrunches as the slap sounds across Elliot's face, but he's laughing and unable to control it because of Hunter and Ryan's involvement. "Come on, we got plenty of room for another kiddo!" he waves a hand to try and encourage Elliot to take the woman's number, excited to be an Uncle for the millionth time. However, Wolf notices Elliot's reaction to be genuine but before he can say anything else he hears Hunter's bark and instantly joins in with a howl, slamming his fist rhythmically against the side of the trailer as he laughs and ruffs along with his brothers. Until Hunter is trying to approach her with intimidation and Wolf is quickly tutting. "I guess Hunt gets a kick out of being told no twice?" he goads, chuckling loudly and only stepping forward slightly to drop a hand onto Elliot's shoulder not realizing that it means there's now three men etching far too close into a woman's space.

"Oh of course, got no idea who she is." Connie seethed, trying to yell above the rowdy noise but also not caring about the show when it came to her sister. "Well, you knew her well enough a few weeks ago Elliot!" she waved her hands, frantically. "You dropped her off, gave her your name and then sped off." she explained in a rush and then glanced to...Hunter? as he spoke, fuming that he had the audacity to laugh about it. "Pig." she bit at him, but her focus was more on Elliot and she turned back and quickly grabbed the taller Cross by the ear with a pinch between her fingers to pull him down to her level. "You!" she began, using her other hand to grab her phone from her pocket. "You're gonna take her damn number, you're gonna text her. Apologize. And then, I want to see your stupid face at every appointment. Every scan. Everything. I want to see you so often that I end up hating you even more than I do right now. You hear me!?"

[thehours2002]

I know the logical answer is probably Holly Flax in The Office but that show is so ubiquitous I wonder if that would even make an impression. (I just put her "known for" titles from IMDb and my own picks on here.)

[bucketspammer4life]

☆ how the boxers react to being flirted with ☆

Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee

Glass Joe

- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato

- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh

- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line

- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest

Von Kaiser

- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better

- in shock, his brain literally turns off

- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)

- you live rent free in his head now congratulations

Disco Kid

- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down

- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top

- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc

King Hippo

- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)

- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone

- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him

- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red

Piston Hondo

- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry

- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war

- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??

- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain

- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate

- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day

Great Tiger

- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him

- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE

- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)

- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries

Bear Hugger

- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him

- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"

- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man

- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??

Don Flamenco

- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)

- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER

- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack

- its actually possible to fluster him

- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it

Aran Ryan

- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb

- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him

- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)

- cartwheels away

Soda Popinski

- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward

- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow

- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct

- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to

Bald Bull

- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH

- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there

- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"

- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands

- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out

- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)

- Bull, this is bottom behavior

- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."

- his hands automatically go 👉👈 if hes too flustered

Super Macho Man

- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him

- dumbest pick up lines

- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user

- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye

Mr Sandman

- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit

- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??

- his weak spots are poems & small gifts

- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy

- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that

[secrettyrant]

When Wolf wakes that morning, stirring before even the sun, the first whisper to break the silence is delivered to Xo and Rhea. Something is different today. But that is all he could say before he goes about his day with his brothers, rebuilding the chaos that he knows is their responsibility to fix. Wolf is more distracted than usual. He isn't sure if the day holds a good different or a bad different, a heavy or light one. So, he's quiet. Mostly. There's still good-nature teasing to his brothers to get them through the hard work, a few chuckles as he hears them talk among themselves. While Hunter looks across the bar to Elliot, Wolf has been doing the same but to each of them. He sees, feels the pain of their baby brother. He scans to Ryan, who's always waged a war within himself. He looks to Hunter who tries to push the war away to everybody else instead. Wolf ends up abandoning his work on the bar top entirely to watch them, and he sees the same thing as Hunter. A distracted Elliot, but there's that feeling again. Something is different today. He watches Elliot and Hunter leave, catching the look from Hunter and nodding to Ryan for them to follow.

When his eyes are greeted by the sight of Isla running into Elliot's arms, there isn't even a second before Wolf's emotions catch up with the fast movement. His eyes water within the same instant, his grin is sleepy and sad but happy as he stands with his brothers. He nudges Ryan to share a smile with him and looks to Hunter to share a nod. Wolf is swept into the happiness easily, like his heart is stepping out of a cold lake and shaking itself off. But that feeling is still there...this isn't the something that is different. Something is...something is still different. Wolf shares the glance between Ryan and Hunter, slow and careful as he looks to the rest of the street. Something is still different. Where is Cece? And now Wolf's joy has been dropped from him, snatched quickly as his concern is evident along with his readiness for when Elliot, too, realizes. Something is different.

+ ISLA / THE BAR

Elliot exhales as he sets down another beam inside the bar, going back to his repair task. It's been several weeks since the run to Nelson and even more since his and Hunter's run to Cache Creek. There've been half a dozen runs since then, and hundreds before, all fruitless. They all leave Elliot with empty hands and a hollow heart. But he keeps on because if he stops, he knows he'll shatter. Already held together by the thinnest of threads, he wakes up each morning feeling like Atlas. The world settles on his shoulders as his last bit of hope seems to sustain him enough to see each day through to its end. Even as he does shifts that keep him in town, that take him away from his search, he gets through them. And when there are days he's certain that small flame has gone out altogether, his family fights to keep it burning. To keep him going. It's why he can be here now, helping his brothers with the bar, focusing on the moments when things don't feel so heavy.

The repairs had started a few weeks back, but they'd been unable to complete it with other needs in town. Elliot recalls Wolf's words about how fast the town is growing, how many homes need building. He might've felt regret before for how the supplies are being used now, but he can't bring himself to feel remorse. Not really. Not when the fight had let him feel something other than his own despair. The pain of each blow, the satisfaction of doling out his own – it had all blocked the ache in his chest. "Who's call d'ya think it was to separate our repair shift from theirs?" Elliot asks aloud, jerking his chin in the direction of the west side and the vampires who resided there. He wipes his brow with a rag and continues to help repair the beam his head and Wolf's body had nearly bulldozed.

Working alongside his brothers is a good distraction, even if he'd rather be out searching. The only thing Elliot found on his last run that week was disappointment. So this work becomes a solace of sorts: actually accomplishing something helps him feel sane. Elliot hears his brothers talking around him as he hammers away, but his mind is somewhere else. H's running over routes and turning over maps in his head, thinking of the next run, the next search, the next stop. Nail. Hammer. Town. Nail. Hammer. Facility. Nail. Hammer. Another map. Nail. Hammer. Elliot. Nail. Hammer. Town. Nail. Elliot. Hammer. Elliot! He freezes, hammer hovering over a nail and he looks around for a beat, at his brothers working, at the beam before him. At the hammer in his hand. He waits for a beat. And then another before he takes another nail from between his teeth, going to hammer again. Nail. Elliot! Elliot drops the nails and hammer in a clatter to the sawdust covered floor. Before he can think, his feet are already moving and he's tearing out of the bar. He'd know her voice anywhere.

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YOUR RG JONNY CHARACTER BLEED TAGS YES!!!!! and the way that beautifully so beautifully transitions into ryliver too?? because here you have someone who character bleeds the exact same way he does like. who blurs the lines a little too much, a little too intensely. and buck and eddie NEED to be that intense about each other and it works that ryan and oliver are too and so they let themselves have that character bleed that ryan’s been trying to chase since his teen wolf days when hoechlin and dylan didn’t lean into it the way he did waaaahhhh (also not this coming full circle from stalvarez to rg/hoech to ryliver LOL)

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sometimes when oliver gives it back to him so easily he has to stop and. kinda shake himself? like oh this is what it could have been.... like hes sucking off ostark after the 8x17 kitchen scene and it's so reminiscent of what he and hoechlin almost had - tried to have, before the writers started shafting any storylines that brought them so much as in the same room. maybe that's on them for having the insane pull towards each other that left their characters so deliciously at each others throats. now its celebrated and encouraged, even, and he doesnt have to clarify if hes ryan or eddie or if its oliver or buck. hell, hes not even the one reaching out most of the time :)

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closed starter, cross home wolf and ryan @dxrkenedheights

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Keen senses aside, Wolf's eyes still move to the door when he can hear one of his brothers approaching. At first the steps sound like Elliot, a wide gate and almost a slump in each step but then they sound like Hunter with a heavy stomp to each movement. And then, Wolf grins as he can hear a chuckle and a smoother stride to the walk and knows immediately that it's Ryan. "I thought you said you had watch, or was that a little lie so you could go and help the Jones'?" he smirks once his brother enters and Wolf returns to the lazy slouch that he's only been able to enjoy for a few moments that afternoon. He chuckles to himself then, teetering quietly. "Is everything okay?" Wolf asks, meaning everyone and by everyone, meaning just their own.

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Scandal in B.H.M.H. (Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital)

Request (Anonymous) : could write a Teen Wolf story of what it would be like if they all were Dr's and Yn and Stiles were apart of a scandal because they hooked up and slept together after a shift in the employee locker room and one of the residents found out and tried to blackmail them, but their fellow Dr's and friends(Scott, Lydia, Malia, Liam, Theo, Hayden, Mason, Corey, Kira, Allison) step in and are all like " if you report them, then you'll have to report all of us too because we've all hooked up in the locker room at one point, so go ahead because we don't think you will" but they were just bluffing to scare the resident and they end up transferring leaving the Pack alone? please and thanks!! (i love your writing btw💙)

Author's Note : Awww!🤍🤍🤍 This request meant a lot to me and I was so excited writing it for you. I hope you enjoy it you lovely work of art!!!🥰😆

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Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital was renowned for its exceptional medical staff, state-of-the-art facilities, and a tight-knit team of doctors who were more like family than colleagues. Among these doctors were Dr. Y/N Hale, Head or Cardiology, and Dr. Stiles Stilinski, Head of Oncology, whose relationship was a secret passion hidden beneath their professional demeanor. Late one night, after a grueling double shift, Y/N and Stiles found themselves alone in the employee locker room. The adrenaline of the day’s surgeries and emergencies had morphed into a palpable tension between them. Stiles glanced over at her, his gaze never leaving her frame as he took off his coat, leaning against a locker.

“ You were incredible today."

Y/N replied with a teasing smile, letting her wavy hair out of her ponytail, running her fingers through it.

“ You weren’t so bad yourself."

Stiles chuckled, shaking his head.

" I'm serious, it was pretty awesome the way you stepped in at the last second when that kid came in who accidentally swallowed a needle that was moving towards his heart, you just cut him open then and there and pulled the thing right from his artery."

" Well I couldn't just sit aside and watch that poor resident kill him, it wouldn't have been right…"

Y/N closed her locker, looking up, only now suddenly aware of the little space that was between her and the guy practically towering over her. Her breath caught, her hands at her sides as Stiles leaned in, his arm above her head as he looked down at her. His other hand reached up to her cheek, his thumb running over her bottom lip.

" Dr Stilinski-"

" Sh… Don't talk…

Before either one knew it, they were kissing, their exhaustion forgotten in the heat of the moment. They undressed each other hastily, discarding their clothes on the locker room floor and succumbing to the long-suppressed desire. The locker room echoed with the sounds of their passion, only further driving their desire. Unbeknownst to them, Ryan Jameson, a resident known for his ambition and lack of scruples, walked past the locker room. He paused, hearing something unusual, and decided to investigate, catching sight of Y/N and Stiles in a compromising position, a sinister smile crept across his face.

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The next day, Jameson cornered Y/N in the break room, a smug look on his face as he spoke, his voice dripping with feigned politeness.

“ Dr. Hale, could I have a word?”

Y/N replied, trying to hide her discomfort.

“ What is it, Jameson?”

He lowered his voice, leaning in closer to her, his words making her heart skip a beat.

“ I know about you and Dr. Stilinski; last night, in the locker room.”

She pulled back, taking a step back as she looked at him, a mixture of dread and anger, causing Jameson to smirk wickedly.

" What do you want?”

" Simple. You help me get on Dr. Argent’s good side: fast track me into the surgeries that matter, or I report this to the board.”

Y/N’s mind raced.

“ You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am."

He gave her a sly grin before turning around and walking off, calling over his shoulder.

" Think about it, Dr. Hale.”

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Y/N immediately sought out Stiles, finding a quiet corner in the cafeteria to talk.

“ Stiles, we have a problem.”

She spoke, her voice trembling, Stiles responding with worry and concern evident in his voice and features.

“ What is it?”

“ James knows about us. He saw us in the locker room last night, he’s threatening to report us unless I help him get ahead.”

Stiles’ eyes narrowed.

“ That little… We need to tell the others.”

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That evening, Y/N and Stiles gathered their closest friends and colleagues: Scott McCall : Head of Coronary Care, Lydia Martin : Head of Hematology, Malia Hale : Head of Orthopedica, Liam Dunbar : Head of Critical Care, Theo Raeken : Head of Radiology, Hayden Romero : Head of Ophthalmology, Mason Hewitt : Head of Microbiology, Corey Bryant : Head of Nephrology, Kira Yukimura : Rheumatology, and Allison Argent : Head of Patient Services. They explained the situation, and their friends listened intently.

“ This guy is trying to blackmail you?”

Y/N nodded, her head down and shoulders slumped, the stress of the situation getting to her

“ Yes, and we don’t know what to do.”

She leaned against her knees, pushing her hair away from her face, Stiles walking up behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them in an attempt to alleviate some of her stress. Lydia smacked her hand on the table, knocking a empty plastic vase over, speaking enraged and firmly.

“ We can’t let him get away with this. He’s only doing this because he thinks he has power over you.”

“What if we take that power away?”

Everyone turned to look at Theo, a sly grin spreading across his face.

" What?"

“ We bluff ; If he thinks reporting you means reporting half the Heads in the hospital, he won’t go through with it.”

“ Are you sure?”

Stiles asked skeptical, his hands pausing their rubbing.

“ It's worth a shot."

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The next day, Jameson was surprised to find himself confronted by the group in the residents' lounge, Scott leaning against the table he was sat at, towering over him.

“ Jameson! Just the resident I wanted to talk to."

" Dr McCall, what- what can I do for you?"

" We hear you've got some interesting information about our friends Y/N and Stiles.”

Jameson crossed his arms, trying to appear confident.

“ That's right. And- And unless you want me to take it to the board, you'll do as I say.”

Scott exchanged a look with Lydia, who nodded imperceptibly.

“ Funny thing, Jameson. If you report them, you'll have to report all of us too.”

Jamesons' smirk faltered.

“ What are you talking about?”

“ We’ve all hooked up in the locker room at one point.”

Lydia spoke, her voice cool and matter-of-fact, confident as ever.

“ So go ahead, report them. But know that you'll be reporting every single one of us.”

James looked around the group, seeing nothing but steely determination.

“ You're bluffing.”

Theo spoke next, his voice cold as he addressed the resident, stepping closer.

“ Are we? Because if you think for a second that we'll let you blackmail our friends, you've got another thing coming.”

Jamesons' confidence wavered. He glanced around the room, seeing no signs of weakness.

“ You can't all be serious.”

“ Oh, we're serious. Deadly.”

Malia spoke, her tone dangerous.

“ We'll start with Scott and Allison, caught them making out in the locker room after a particularly stressful night shift."

" Or Scott and Kira, that time when they thought everyone had left. But nope, caught red-handed."

" And let's not forget me and Dr Derek Hale."

Lydia continued, her tone icy.

" Not that anyone could, given how loud he can get.”

Jameson hesitated, realizing the precariousness of his position.

“ You’re all lying.”

“Try us. Let’s see how far you get.”

Jameson, knowing he was outmatched, decided to back down.

“ Fine. I’ll drop it. But this isn’t over.”

“ Actually, it is."

Lydia spoke, smirking innocently, looking over at Allison as she began.

“ We’ve already spoken to my father about your… ambitions. You’re being transferred to another hospital. Effective immediately.”

Jamesons' face drained of color.

“ You can’t do that.”

“ We just did."

Allison spoke, her voice icy.

“ Now get out.”

When Jameson left, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief, Y/N sitting down as the tension left her body.

“ That was close."

Stiles agreed, wrapping an arm around her.

“ Too close… Thank you, all of you.”

Scott smiled, seeing how comfortable Y/N looked under Stiles' touch.

“ That’s what family is for, we look out for each other.”

“ And besides, what’s a little scandal among friends?”

The group laughed softly.

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The weeks that followed were peaceful, the shadow of Jamesons' threat no longer looming over them. Y/N and Stiles' relationship, now out in the open among their friends, flourished without the need for secrecy. One evening, as they sat in the break room together, Y/N turned to Stiles, a soft smile on her lips.

“ I can’t believe we got through that.”

“ Me neither. But we did together."

Stiles smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“ And we have the best friends in the world."

Y/N said softly, looking around at their colleagues, who were laughing and chatting nearby. Stiles nodded.

“ That we do. That we do…”

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As time went on, Beacon Hills Memorial continued to be a place of healing and hope, not just for its patients, but for its staff as well. The bonds between the doctors grew stronger, and the sense of family deepened. Y/N and Stiles' story became a symbol of resilience and unity, a reminder that even in the face of scandal and adversity, love and friendship could prevail. And as they worked side by side, saving lives and supporting each other, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, with the strength of their family by their side.

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Thank you so much for reading and I hope all of you who made it this far have a wonderful day! Until next story my lovelies!!!🤍🥰

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Wolf studies Ryan's response, immediately sensing truth emitting from his brother. In regards to Jack and Sophia, Wolf doesn't think a single Cross regrets how things went. Wolf sometimes finds sympathy for Sophia, until he realizes what helping her would mean for Elliot and Isla. But, when it comes to the violence he can see the stumbling block that Ryan keeps hitting. He nods softly, choosing diplomacy in how he replies. "Okay, fine. You gave Beau a warning, but you see why I'd still be concerned at a reaction like that to words? Don't you want to save your energy for when things like the full moon happen?" because Wolf faces the honesty of their lives now. Things like the full moon can happen at any time.

"The middle is exactly what I'm asking for." his reply is instant, almost starting before the end of Ryan's sentence. "And the middle is exactly why I knew you'd be great at this." Wolf leans up straighter in his seat, head tilting as he scans eyes over Ryan's expression. He hopes to read the concerns like a story, for words to jump out of features. "I don't think any of your issues are because you're not capable, or because you can't let yourself learn self control. I think it's because you hit a sabotage button." his voice is quiet, a caution to not turn a steady conversation into a finger-point. "Old habits die hard, I'm not expecting any of us to wake up one day like different people. I don't even want us to, I love us." he shrugs proudly. "And I don't even want us to learn new ways of doing this because I hate who we are. I just hate what the old ways do to us."

He's grateful the acceptance he sees from Ryan, but Wolf also notices something else right there beside it. A doubt and a second guessing, two thoughts that even cloud his own self-esteem at times. "If no one else thought that we made a good team, there would've been a Hell of a lot more issues when I said I wanted you as Beta." he tells him squarely. "And even if there are wolves with us that might have doubts, they've not made it known because they know they're the minority. And they know..." he breaks off in a chuckle, simply from the irony. "You'd smush their face."

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Ryan has to accept that his argument is feeble, because everything Wolf says is logical. In spite of it, Ryan's arms fold over his chest and he tries to form a shrug. "I don't give a fuck 'bout Jack, I was using it as an example. I don't give a fuck 'bout Soph either, not really. Don't even know her, El and Isla come before her." it's the easiest thing he's said but then he huffs out a quick and slight laugh. "If you wanna be technical, I gave Beau a chance. He talked shit months ago and I didn't do nothing." but even then, Ryan is left with a burning question. In an ideal world, if he can walk away from every situation until it really calls, what does he do with the anger? What are any of them supposed to do with it?

It's also easy for Ryan to nod in response to Wolf's observation. The moment was over so quickly but within the few minutes of brutal punches, years were traveled. He was right back in Center Hill again, Jeffrey's voice loud enough as if it was coming from beside him instead of his thoughts. The zero to a hundred adrenaline that's impossible to shake, and he was seconds away from a hand reaching for the silver knife at his leg. "I ain't forgotten. I'm proud of it." he replies, and seriousness never feels natural to him but it's unavoidable now over his expression and through his words. "Wolf, there has to be somewhere in the middle of all this. We ain't ever gonna be a pack that's smiles and rainbows, it just ain't us."

This could be where Ryan admits that the responsibility of Beta has weighed on him for some time. That most nights, he wonders if he's good enough and wonders if all he'll do is cause disappointment. A theme in his life that he can't shake free from. Wolf's words are an encouragement but also another weight. He's let his brother down, and that may as well be a sin to them. "Alright. A week." Ryan accepts the ultimatum and already his mind works through how many things he needs to address. Each one an internal force that's followed him for years, each one born with him or carved into him through his life. He wonders if he can do it, if he was even ever supposed to.

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IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 9

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, injury

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The moon floated in the cloudy night sky like a coin in inky black water, stars barely peeking through the haze like drops of milk. Big Ben’s spire pierced through the veil, and when the camera panned down, a man– no, creature , howled in the lonely streets, his hands raised towards the stars. 

“This has got to be the dumbest one yet.”

“Dumber than getting thrown around like a football?” Johnny replied, laughing incredulously at your remark; you shook your head.

“No no , that’s a totally different breed of dumb. This is just…” You trailed off, then gestured at Chris, gleefully sprinting down the road in a hoodie and wolf mask. “Look at him.”

“C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ killjoy.” Steve-O teased, nudging your ribs a little harder than you expected and making you jolt. With a jab back at his ribs, you smiled.

“I can call it stupid and still enjoy it.”

It was hardly even a stunt, simply an excuse to run around like a knob and weird people out, and all of you followed along like giggling kids. Some shots were a bit of a hassle - should’ve known that popping out at people on a late night tube would tempt some wanker to take a swing at Chris, but you all managed to escape just as the carriage doors opened, so no harm no foul. Besides, you bet these guys have been in worse scraps. To be honest, out of all the stunts the lot of you had filmed over your time in England, this was by far your favourite. No cringeworthy accidents, nothing totally disgusting or grim, just running around like headless chickens while Chris howled for all he was worth. It was just lighthearted fun, and a great way to close out your shoot. Even you got involved, although… not knowingly . You were distracted settling a debate with Steve-O [“you can smoke damn near anything, trust me, i have” “yeah but smoking incense like a cigarette can not be good for you”] when his expression suddenly changed from neutral to a shitty smirk. Before you had time to question what the hell he was so smiley about, you were literally swept off your feet. You screamed, as whoever had you in the bridal carry howled like a mad man; at least it was obvious who it was long before he had reached the park, giggling in a very un- wolflike way.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You asked, a little breathless as you clung to the front of his hoodie - you really wished he wasn’t wearing that shitty wolf mask, the low light of the street lamps made it look genuinely freaky. 

Chris chuckled, putting on a darker tone this time. “ You’re fresh meat.” Though the ‘intimidating’ voice didn’t last long, as he broke back into a dopey giggle. When he finally ran back to the crew and put you down, you promised yourself to watch your back more vigilantly in the future. With that little escapade, everyone decided you had enough footage of Chris jumpscaring poor passers-by, the executive decision was made for celebration drinks in a bar near Tower Bridge. Tremaine was nice enough to get the first couple rounds for everyone, toasting the crew for their hard work on the past few months of shooting; he then turned to Johnny, Chris and Steve-O to make a special mention: “takes balls to do the dumb shit you guys put yourselves through.”

“Hear hear!”

Down the hatch, let the good times roll. Sure, you drank every night here, but this really did feel special, a joy and undeniable relief that everyone felt with the end of filming. The only thing was that you wish truly everyone was here to celebrate it too - despite not knowing Dave and Ehren that well, they deserved to be here much more than you believed you did. Not to mention Bam and Ryan… you stared into the bubbling liquid in your pint glass as the thought arose. Shit, you really missed them. You haven’t even been gone that long and you missed them. It was great being here with Johnny, Chris and Steve-O, but you couldn’t shake that feeling of an important piece of the puzzle being missing. You raised your glass to your lips and wondered what they were doing right now…?

You should ring Bam...

“Hey, what you staring into space for?” 

You raised your eyebrows in surprise at the tipsy Chris now sitting next to you. Wait, where did everyone else go? Your head darted around, noting how the group had splintered off into different parts of the bar - you must’ve been so wrapped in drinking and thinking that you hadn’t noticed them all go. 

“Huh… don’t know. How long was I out for?”

“Oh, dunno really, I was caught up with some guy. Anyway, you looked like you were thinkin’ too hard so I came over to get us some drinks. Wanna do shots?”

You quirked an embarrassed smile, letting your preoccupations slip out of your head. “Sure, get whatever you want, I’ll pay.”

“Oho! Well if you insist~ ” He giggled coyly, twirling his shoulder-length hair around his finger before turning to the bartender with his order. As he chatted, you lingered on the outline of his profile, the way his nose curved into his lips and other poetic nonsense. You never noticed how cute his nose actually was, it complimented his face nicely. Not that his face really needed complimenting, it was pretty damn great already. Then there was his pretty hair, slightly curly and hanging a little ways past his ears - it was long enough to run your fingers through and catch the knots. It suited him well.

Oh no, the booze was getting you all sappy .

You squinted at your beer for a second, as if to scold it, then quickly decided you didn’t give a shit

“You gonna grow it out?”

“Huh?” Chris asked, tilting his head to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he pushed your shot in front of you. You motioned to his head.

“Your hair, I mean it’s already kinda grown out but, like, gonna grow it out s’more? Get real hippy dippy?”

“Oh… yeah, I was thinking about it.” He seemed caught off guard, shifting on his stool. A little hazy eyed, you nodded, face unreadable.

“...Your hair’s nice, soft. I hope you grow it out. Hippy dippy looks good on you.”

For a moment he just blinked at you, but a grin soon split his cheeks, and if you looked a little closer [or were a little less drunk] you would’ve noticed the splash of red that started to stain across the bridge of his nose. 

“What a charmer! Your hair’s nice, too - really nice, actually. Hope you let me comb through it again.” 

You smiled bashfully, bumped your shot glasses together with a ‘clink’ and knocked back the pair of snakebites. Burning, tinged with the citrus of lime juice, but it felt good going down, and Chris’s warm smile only served to soothe that burn. His eye twinkled mischievously as he watched you set the shot glass back down with a heavy hand.

“Wanna do another?”

The two of you got caught in your own world for god knows how long, chatting about who the fuck cares and getting totally shitfaced. You didn’t remember the last time you felt so light - it’s always so easy with Chris, he’s such a calming presence. At one point in the night you told him he reminded you of a capybara, and he drunkenly laughed and said you reminded him of a deer. You pulled a face and asked him why the hell are you a deer? And he said, “ No it totally makes sense. You’re this pretty, flighty thing but you got antlers and they fuckin’ hurt when you use them. Also, when you get surprised you get this cute wide-eyed look.” There were no further questions, you were busy downing your drink to quell the fuzzy feeling in your chest.

It could’ve been minutes or hours the two of you spent talking, but it couldn’t last forever. You were far gone, but you were with it enough to notice raised voices near down the other end of the bar. You furrowed your eyebrows, ignoring Chris mid sentence as you leaned to the side to look around him and see what the big deal was, only to see Steve-O jabbing his finger at a much larger bloke’s chest. 

“Shit.”

“What?” Chris turned to see what you were looking at. “Ah shit. ”

To Chris’ surprise, Steve-O didn’t even seem to be the aggressor this time - the stranger, clearly wasted off his fucking nut, had a demeanour like a rabid dog, shoulders hunched over and shoving at Steve’s shoulder. Instinctively, your face screwed up in distaste as you watched it unfold, tensions rising when the guy grabbed Steve by the front of his shirt. Like you were on autopilot, you got up from your stool and marched over, ignorant to Chris’ slurred questions and your unsteady feet.

You knew damn well Steve-O can take care of himself, but to be entirely honest, this wasn’t for him. You were pissed in both senses of the word, and this was what you wanted to do.

“Mind your fucking business!” You barked, yanking the guy by the back of his shirt to get his attention. He looked over his shoulder, but didn’t pay you much more mind. Alright dick, as if you were gonna get ignored like that. You looped round, wedging yourself in between him and Steve and started pushing at the strangers chest. “Hey asshole fuckin’ look at me! I said mind your fucking business! ”

“The fuck ‘s this?” He asked, shoving you back by the shoulder like he did Steve. “Your fuckin’ bird stickin’ her neck out for you?”

“‘M not a fuckin’ bird shit for brains.”

“The fuck does he mean ‘ bird ’?” Steve asked nobody in particular, because right now your tunnel vision was set on the random man twice your size.

“Stop yapping and get the fuck out of my way, dizzy cunt.” The stranger spat, moving to push past you but you threw your entire weight into his front, managing to knock him back.

“I'll show you a dizzy cunt you fuckin’ bell end!”

You jammed your boot into his shins as hard as you could, and though it knocked you off balance, you steadied yourself in time to catch him wincing. However, it didn’t nearly have the effect you hoped. What followed happened too fast for you to really catch on - one second you were on your feet, the next your head hit the sticky bar floor, hot pain starting to radiate across your face and the taste of metal arising in your mouth as the edges of your vision started to black out. The stranger was ushered out by security - no matter the fact you were the little shit starter, if security sees a big guy knock someone out, they’re gonna be the one getting kicked out. Just before you totally blacked out, some familiar concerned faces crowded around you, and it kinda reminded you of when you wiped out on that ramp the first time you met them all, especially when Knoxville said,

“ Shit, [Y/n] you good? How’s your head?”

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Ugh…Wow… 

Your head really fucking hurts.

You don’t know who you are, where you are, anything really, but you could be sure of that much.

Your head really really fucking hurts.

Well, that and one other thing you noticed - the distant sound of people talking, maybe in a hallway? If you opened your eyes you could probably figure it out, but you didn’t really feel like it right now. In fact, considering the way you felt right now, you didn’t want to move for a million years. Which is saying something, since whatever you were lying on was pretty uncomfortable, starchy and stiff, nothing like your sheets at home. So, you could rule out home. One step closer to solving the mystery. You could hear other sounds nearer to you, things like coughing or hushed conversation; if you put in the effort, you could just about make it out. Something full of jargon, sounded professional. Well that’s just confusing, why would you be asleep somewhere professional? Through the thin skin of your eyelids, you could also tell there was a lot of bright light, light that’d probably hurt when and if you decide to open up. Looking forward to that. Bet that’ll do wonders for your head. Despite your hesitation, you knew you wouldn’t be able to get much more information without using all of your senses, so begrudgingly, you opened your eyes.

“ Jesus! ” You jolted at the unexpected presence of a man in hospital scrubs standing right next to you. The initial spike of your heart rate soon calmed as he looked at you with confusion; your expression was purely disgruntled. “Do you just… hang around like that? Waiting to jumpscare unconscious people?” He didn’t respond, simply picked up a telephone receiver on the bedside table and made a succinct message. You started to look around, eyebrows furrowed and eyes twitchy every time a certain movement made your head hurt. “Why aren’t I at the bar? Why am I in a hospital?”

“Your friends brought you into A&E about two hours ago, apparently you were knocked unconscious in a fight.”

You sucked the air through your teeth, reaching up to massage your throbbing temple.

“Shit, again? Man, I’ve gotta stop doing this, can’t be good for my head…”

“Not the first time then?”

“Well, first time getting my shit kicked in by a dude, I think. Unless I just don’t remember.” 

The nurse hummed, he seemed concerned, but ultimately didn’t ask any more questions. He pottered around a bit, checking your blood pressure and heart rate only for it to come back pretty normal, if on the low side. All the while, the painkillers he gave you started to kick in. 

“Hey uh… don’t know your name…”

“Nurse is fine.”

“Impersonal, alright, anyway you said I came here two hours ago? Was I really out that whole time?”

“Actually, when you came in you were conscious, but you fell asleep in the waiting room, and that was a concern due to the possibility of a brain injury.”

At least you weren’t knocked out for that whole time… you started to pick at your hospital wristband, noticing the dried blood stains on your shirt as you looked down. The wristband was kinda cool the more you looked at it, maybe you could laminate it and keep it as a bracelet or something… then when you craned your head up again, you were alone. Huh, no goodbye? Probably a pretty busy guy if he’s working A&E, you didn’t mind hanging out on your own for a bit; in fact, you could probably do with some solitude.

Well too bad, you weren’t getting any.

“Found ‘er.”

Following the familiar gravelly voice came Steve-O’s head ducking through the hospital room doorway. 

“Oh, hey. Did they not tell you where I was?”

“Didn’t even let us follow you, dude.” Steve-O complained, taking a seat next to the hospital bed. “Fuckin’ weak, dunno why they rushed you off like that.”

“Probably ‘cuz of my bad brains.” You flicked your own forehead for emphasis, but just caused a twinge of pain in the process. Steve-O shrugged, leaning his arms on his thighs so he was a bit closer to you.

“You’re fine, bet you’ve gotten worse.” He trailed off for a second, staring at his shoes then back at you. “Why’d you get in between us like that?”

“Eh, don’t know. Had a lot to drink, wanted to piss somebody off… didn’t think he’d actually take a swing though.”

“All bark, huh?”

“No way I have bite, kicked the guy in the fuckin’ shins. He was being an ass anyway, deserved it.”

Steve-O smiled, not the impish one you’re used to but something softer. “...Thanks. That was pretty cool of you.”

You stalled for a second, but settled for mirroring his smile. “Don’t mention it.”

“ [Y/n]!”

Enter, Johnny and Chris. Chris wasted no time coming right up to your bedside. “Dude, did he scramble your brains?”

“Yeah, don’t even remember your name, Chris.”

Chris snickered, but he seemed preoccupied by something. “I, uh… I feel kinda bad about the whole thing, I should’ve held you back or something. I don’t know why I didn’t, it just–”

“If it makes you feel any better, I literally wouldn’t let you stop me.” You assured, shrugging nonchalantly, and he managed to crack a smile.

“Still, sorry.”

You rolled your eyes and ruffled his hair it might’ve been an excuse to touch his hair again . “You’re too soft for your own good, y’know.”

“Jeez, you’d think they’d at least clean the blood offa ya, you look a mess.” Johnny commented, coming up on the other side of your bed to get a good look at you. He looked around for a second, then reached for the box of tissues he spotted.

“There’s blood ? Seriously? But my nose doesn’t hurt..”

“I think the guy had rings on or something, gave you a gash on your cheek.” Steve-O explained, scratching at his left cheek as if to demonstrate. 

“Eh, don’t worry about it, I gotcha.” Johnny assured, dipping a tissue into a glass of water enough to wet it but not have it break apart; his free hand cupped your cheek, warm and directing so he could keep your head facing him, and with a gentler hand than you thought him able, started to dab at the dried blood on your face. Sure, it still hurt , after sitting on your skin so long he had to scrub at some parts, but it was relaxing nonetheless. He let out little ‘sorry’ s every time you winced or hissed, and all too soon, it was over. Without thinking, your head followed his hand as he released your face, chasing the warmth of his palm, and to your relief he didn’t bother to mention it.

“There, now we’re even.”

“Nurse Knoxville.” You teased, resting your arms in your now folded lap as Steve-O and Chris chuckled.

“He’d be a shit nurse.” Steve-O snarked, followed by Chris.

“Bet he can’t pull off the outfit like I can.”

“Real nurses don’t even wear that skimpy shit, look–” Johnny motioned to the nurse stood in the doorway, staring disapprovingly at the group. “ That’s what they actually wear.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.” Your nurse said bluntly, fully entering the room. The guys all brushed him off.

“Nah, ‘s okay, we know her.” Chris assured, as if that was the issue.

“That doesn’t matter, only immediate family’s allowed. We’re not sure of her condition yet.”

“Aw c’mon , look at her, she’s fine.” Steve-O insisted, but the nurse wasn’t going to be convinced as he started to usher Steve out of the shitty plastic chair he was sat in. 

“Really, I’m fine, we’ve gotta go catch a flight anyway so–”

“I really wouldn’t advise that. We’d like to keep you overnight so we can monitor your condition–” The nurse was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket; he pulled out a pager, took one quick glance, then heaved a heavy sigh. “There’s something I need to tend to… can you hang on for ten minutes?”

You nodded, so he swiftly left. Busy, busy man.

Johnny whistled, playing with his hands as he turned back to you. “You don’t have to give ‘em your insurance info or anything?”

“Nope, free healthcare.”

“Great, let’s get you out of this miserable li’l matchbox.”

You weren’t going to argue, you had shit to do. Lucky they didn’t put you in one of those paper-y hospital gowns because you really didn’t feel like staying longer than you absolutely had to. Once Johnny helped you over the metal railing of the hospital bed and Chris picked up your jacket, you hightailed it out of that A&E room before any nurse could stop you. It was still dark when you made it outside, but clearly nearing daylight, as that deep navy started to lighten to an ultramarine blue. You always liked that stage of the night sky, thought it was so pretty when everything was bathed in that hazy blue glow. The rental car was pulled up in front of the hospital entrance so you were all able to pile in as quickly as possible, then off you went on the way home. 

Flashes of street lights flitted past the car window, and you watched as the cityscapes changed and flowed. A tug at your hospital wristband caught your attention, and you turned to Chris.

“Gonna keep it?”

You hummed and gazed at it again. “...Yeah, looks cool.”

With all your fondness for Chris, you hoped you weren’t sitting next to him on the plane back.

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💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 21💙

What are your top 3 favourite tropes in media and/or fanfiction? (can be as general or specific as you want)

Bonus: What are 3 of your fave fanfics? (can be smosh related or from other fandoms)

Oh god, this is the ask-reply equivalent of letting you read my diary; I'm about to expose myself so much, hang tight 😂

Enemies to Lovers - They hate each other; they hate that they want each other; the passion comes built it! When done right, I love the moment when one person realizes that their feelings are changing and is powerless to stop it.

Forced Proximity - I almost went with There's Only One Bed, but anything where the players are forced together, physically or by circumstance; whether they're snowed in or have to accomplish a task before they can split up, I'm all about it.

Found Family - Throw a group of misfits together who prefer working alone; then watch them slowly but surely become a team; an inseparable unit; and finally, a family. It tugs on my heartstrings every time.

As for the fics, I'm gonna follow user shaymiens' lead and put them under a cut, as to protect your innocent eyes in case you don't wanna see this.. 😅

Thank you for asking!

Just The Facts by scoutoftherings (rated E) Shane/Ryan (W*tcher Entert*inment) Shane comforts Ryan after something goes wrong during an investigation; their friendship is tested in the aftermath. Spooky, angsty, smutty, and tender, this is my ideal fic for this pairing.

Don't Worry Baby by kalpurna (rated E) Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf, 2011 TV-show) Wealthy CEO Derek picks up a sex worker, Stiles, to be his fake partner; but it soon turns into more as they both catch feelings. The Pretty Woman AU you didn't know you needed!

carry it in my heart by robin-pulaski (rated M, if memory serves) Andrew Garfield/Jesse Eisenberg (The Social Network RPF) Andrew and Jesse fall in love while filming The Social Network (2010). This was and is THE fic that the whole fandom read obsessively. It was deleted in 2012, but PDFs are still shared online. I literally can't reread it very often, because I'm emotional for several days after.

[eaglesex]

my face is yours, my seething's yours

AO3 Link

Warning: Dubcon/noncon, sadism, unhealthy relationships, mentions of murder, general Ryan fuckery

“There you go! Much better, isn’t it? What do you think, Toph?”

Topher glances over, more out of duty than interest and shrugs. “Yeah, I think it’s alright.”

Ryan scoffs at that, playing up the hurt a little for the sake of drama. “'Alright'? You’ve got no taste, you know that?”

“Sure, whatever you say.” He isn’t going to argue with Ryan over something Ryan is so clearly pleased about. He’s expecting the same enthusiastic reply but honestly, Topher doesn’t care at all that Ryan found a new plaything.

It should be a relief – it is a relief. Ryan can focus his energy on picking someone else apart for a change.

Topher really doesn’t care.

“Mmmph!” Troy protests admist their bickering. He can’t make a lot of sound behind the duct tape and the rag in his mouth, but his wide eyes spilling tears down his cheeks are enough to convey his fear and discomfort.

Ryan crouches down beside him and Troy flinches, tries to wriggle backwards. With the awkward way he is crumpled on the floor, arms and legs tied together tightly, he can barely do much more than squirm.

“Awww…” Ryan grabs a handful of his hair and lifts him up, ignoring the muffled yelps of pain. “You’re so cute when you can’t run your big dumb mouth, you know that? You should learn to be more like Topher. He barely speaks unless spoken to.”

Topher shoots him an annoyed look but doesn’t come to his rescue. He knows better than to cross Ryan, especially when he gets into one of his...moods.

“Mmmmm-mmph!” Even while gagged Troy’s talkativity doesn’t lessen, he whines and whimpers like he’s trying to convey a message, one that is most likely, ‘hey get me out of here what are you doing stop hurting me please i just want to go home’, if Topher has to guess.

“Tsk tsk tsk.” Ryan shakes his head, disappointed in the lack of immediate obedience and drops Troy again, letting him writhe on the ground as he stands. Without hesitation, he places his boot directly onto the bound man’s throat.

Topher finds himself watching with baited breath, now completely unable to focus on the tasks at hand.

Ryan holds himself comfortably in that position, relaxed and smirking casually while his foot pinned Troy in place. He knew exactly how much pressure to use without severely hurting him. It’s restraint Topher knows very well, when Ryan wants to draw out the fun for as long as possible. He loves breaking his toys but he is methodical about it, poking and prodding until they come slowly come undone.

He is beautiful, in a grotesque way, like fire is to a moth and Topher finds himself drawn to his cruel power involuntarily.

Troy continues to sob as he is held in place and it does nothing to earn him any sympathy from either game runners.

“He’s worse than Mikey, isn’t he? But far cuter, heh. I think we should keep this one, Toph.”

Topher pulls his gaze away from Troy and looks up, only to find Ryan’s already looking back at him. He cocks an eyebrow and Topher hurries to appease him.

“Yes- yeah, sure. What do you want to do with him? He doesn’t look like he’s going anywhere.”

“Well, I’m glad you asked. Come over here.” Ryan watches as he shuffles over and Topher hopes he doesn’t see the reluctance in his expression. It’s not like he’s squeamish. He helped run WOE.BEGONE after all. But something about this strikes Topher the wrong way. Maybe because Troy is not nearly as annoying and deserving of violence as Mike Walters.

He comes to stand awkwardly next to Ryan.

Ryan is grinning like a wolf in a sheep’s pen. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

“Er...yes?”

“Okay, now how about you teach Troy something I taught you. See how well you internalized my training.”

Topher stared at him. A few seconds pass and he realizes Ryan isn’t going to take back his order.

“You want me to teach him...what?”

“I’m sure you can figure that out, Toph. Come oooon, don’t make me do all the hard work.” Ryan finally removed his foot from Troy’s neck and sat down on the couch. With the way he’s leaning back, legs spread comfortably and an arm splayed over the back of the couch, he looks completely at ease in comparison to the two men who are either staring awkwardly or crying in fear.

Ryan raises his chin at Topher, a silent demand to get on with it already.

All of this for time travel. Topher thinks he should’ve just applied for OVER instead. Or even as a Flinchite Boot.

He lets out a long suffering sigh and kneels down next to Troy. The bound man tries to scoot away to no avail. He stares up at Chris, begging with his eyes to let him go.

Maybe he does feel a bit bad for Troy. At least Ryan gave him the choice as to what trick he should teach Troy, instead of demanding he just hurts him right on the fly.

“Errr…” Topher takes a moment to think. Ryan has trained him to be more complacent, a good little soldier who obediently follows orders and doesn’t dare to question his genius. Usually his ‘training’ was getting killed by disgruntled players whenever he got too snippy with Ryan. On a few occasions, Ryan did get him in compromising positions and had his way with him.

Topher blushes. Wait, was Ryan expecting him to fuck Troy in front of him?

He glances over but Ryan doesn’t say anything else. He just watches, an amused smile playing on his lips. The sight of him so focused on Topher sends a pleased shiver down his spine. It gives him the push he needs to make a decision.

“I’m not gonna hurt you unless you make me, understand?” He says to Troy, his tone hardening. He can hear Ryan snort and it spurs him on further. “And I don’t want to hear another peep from you. If you speak without permission, you’ll regret it.”

Knowing what he knows about the security guard, that’s going to be nigh impossible, but it’s a good start.

He leans down and yanks the duct tape from Troy’s mouth, the strong adhesive leaving behind angry wet marks. Troy’s lucky enough to still be gagged with the sock they shoved down his throat as he cries out. Topher plucks it from his mouth, tossing it away in slight disgust. Ugh, he hates these things. He’s got bad memories, him and socks.

“Please let me go please please please-” Troy starts the second he’s caught his breath. Topher doesn’t hesitate. He backhands him harshly, sending him crumbling to the floor all over again.

In the corner of his eye, he can see Ryan shake his head.

“I thought the order was pretty clear.”

Troy whimpers but this time keeps his mouth shut.

Good boy lingers on the edge of Toph’s tongue. He doesn’t say it. Ryan doesn’t need to hear him say that, even if he thinks Troy would react far better to praise than he would to being smacked around. He does bury his hand into Troy’s hair, just holding him there as he would with a pup.

“Here, Toph. Catch.” Ryan’s holding an honest to god dog muzzle – when did he get that, wait how did he have that, was that meant for Topher at some point or did Ryan find a way to buy that before this whole thing got started? - and Topher is left holding it, a bit dumbfounded.

There’s an odd feeling in his gut. He’s not sure he likes it.

He looks back at Troy who is watching with wide eyes, trying to figure out when they’re going to hurt him again. The muzzle isn’t going to stop him from speaking but it’ll suit him nicely.

In a second it’s fastened to Troy’s head. It looks a bit ridiculous in an endearing way and coupled with the redness from the tape and the slowly growing bruise from where Topher had hit him. He can see the appeal.

“You don’t speak unless I tell you to, you hear?” He says to Troy, aiming for stern and landing somewhere between awkward and half hearted. He tries to imagine its Mikey instead, tries to channel his disgust and anger into aggression he could use to hurt Troy with. He doesn’t really want to hurt him as much as he wants Ryan to approve.

It’s all about Ryan, in the end.

He glowers at Troy, who nods meekly. If his arms were untied, Topher is certain he would’ve done the zipping-lips-and-throwing-away-the-key motion.

“Come on, Toph, you can do better than that.” Ryan calls in a playful heckle, winking in response to Topher shooting him a look. “Where’s the big scary guy I know is hiding in there? You didn’t go soft on me, did ya?”

“No, Ryan, I’m going slow.”

“Too slow if you ask me. D’you want me to remind you how its done?”

Topher looks down at Troy who frantically shakes his head. He’s already picked up on the fact that Ryan means more trouble for him.

Without thinking, Topher grabs Troy by the muzzle straps and pulls him off the ground, onto his knees. He looks down into the wide eyes of the security guard and his mind starts to drift, shutting out Ryan for a moment so he can think of what he wants.

“Are you any good with that mouth of yours?” He asks Troy.

Just as expected, Troy opens his mouth to speak, but he cuts himself off with a squeal when Topher yanks his head back by his hair.

“I’m sorry!” Troy cries, foolishly digging a deeper hole for himself. “I don’t know what you want from me!"

Topher doesn't realize Ryan got up to join him until he hears the sound of a gun hammer being cocked and sees the barrel pressed against Troy's temple, who stills immediately.

There's a moment of silence as all three look at each other.

"What?" Ryan asks, breaking the quiet first. "You're losing the plot, Topher. Thought I'd give you a hand."

"How exactly am I supposed to obey your order if you keep stepping in." Topher snaps back. He's suddenly feeling defensive and angry at Ryan for not trusting him to get this done.

Ryan is taking away his chance to impress him. Sure he didn't want to fuck with Troy originally but now he wants to prove what he can do, if only Ryan will have the courtesy to extend a little bit of trust.

Ryan is looking at him with pursed lips. Then he shrugs and takes away the gun, but he doesn't return to the couch. He stands there next to Troy, holding the weapon with his eyes trained on Topher.

One more chance. If he doesn't please Ryan now, Ryan will make sure to punish them both.

Topher is determined to get a good grade. He drops Troy back onto his knees and undoes his belt. His cock hasn't had the chance to harden between the jealousy he felt for Troy and the awkwardness of putting on a show for Ryan, but he suspects Troy's big mouth is useful for something other than blabbering, with the way that Troy watches him enraptured.

He goes to unclip the muzzle from around Troy's head but Ryan stops him with a, "Ah, hold on, Toph."

Topher pauses to watch as Ryan grips the front of the muzzle. With a click, the front unlatches and opens, allowing for an opening. It's big enough for Topher to be able to use it without scraping against the side of the plastic.

"...seriously, why do you have that."

Ryan shoots him a knowing smirk.

"Was that....did you plan this in advance?" Topher's face grows hot at the thought of Ryan looking at muzzles for one that not only have an opening up front but are big enough to let him face fuck their newest hostage with ease. Big enough for Ryan too. Again, Topher wonders if the muzzle was meant for him originally.

He imagines himself in Troy's place, bound tightly, staring up at a self satisfied Ryan unzipping his pants so he can force himself down Topher's throat. His cock hardens.

"You can examine it up close later." Ryan winks, sending a shiver down Topher's spine with the implication.

He tries to look less flustered as he grabs Troy by the muzzle straps on either side of his head and pulls him forward. Troy shuffles to meet him and he opens his mouth without any prompting to take all of Topher in, further and further and further until Topher hits the back of his throat.

"Fuck!"

Troy doesn't even flinch. He breathes heavily around the intrusion, nostrils flaring but then he swallows and any coherent thought evaporates out of Topher's mind. He starts thrusting forward mindlessly, only focused on his own pleasure. Ryan and the cabin disappears. All he cares about is the next thrust.

"Would you look at that, you are good at something." Ryan's voice cuts through the bliss. Topher struggles to regain his focus and look at what's going on. Ryan's hand is buried in Troy's hair, keeping him still for Topher while he mocks the bound guard.

"Mmmm!" Troy hums at Ryan in what sounds like agreement.

"Fuck-" Topher curses again. His fingers tighten in the straps of the muzzle and he pulls Troy close so he can fuck his mouth in earnest. Any mindfulness of being careful is long gone now, he needs more and he needs it right now. Ryan might as well not exist, not when there's a warm, eager, wet mouth around his cock, welcoming him down a tight throat.

He's not gonna last long. Topher moves one hand to bury it into Troy's hair, pulling at it until Troy opens his mouth wider for him. Just a few more thrusts and he'll be emptying himself down his willing throat – god he's so good, so obedient for Chris, taking in every inch of him even though he is being fucked with little to no grace.

Hot coils of pleasure begin to tighten inside of him, his muscles tensing and he is so close-

"Hold on there for a moment, Toph." Ryan's voice cuts through the haze and then he's feeling someone pull him away from the edge of climax.

"What!" Topher snaps, half a mind to shove Ryan away. He looks down at Troy, who is slowly pulling off Topher's cock with a dumb look on his face. His lips are swollen and red, and as they separate, a long string of saliva hangs between them. The image is so obscene Topher almost cums right there – if Ryan's grating interjections didn't demand his attention.

"You don't want to cum already, do you?"

"I very much do, Ryan!"

"No no no, where's the fun in that?" Ryan sneers as he eyes Topher, red faced, disheveled, harder than he's ever been before or at least it feels that way. He can't work up the energy to feel self conscious, only the growing urge to punch Ryan in the face.

"You didn't even train him to do anything. You told him to be quiet and then stuffed his mouth anyway, how's he supposed to learn from that?"

"I don't-" Topher swallows. "I really don't care about that right now."

"See, this is why you're always gonna be my bitch. No drive to climb to the top, you're happy to stay on the bottom as long as you get fed." Ryan kneels down next to Troy, a hand gripping the back of his neck in warning. "You're just like our little friend here, aren't you, Toph?"

Troy, still dazed, says nothing, just nods in agreement. He's more scared of Ryan than he is of Topher. Chris isn't sure if he feels indifferent or annoyed.

Ryan yanks the belt from Troy's pants in a quick movement and pulls them open so he can shove his hand inside. He looks pleased to find Troy hard and wanting, giving him a few quick experimental tugs.

Then he turns and grabs Topher's cock in his free hand. Topher lets out a startled moan and ruts up into the touch as the fading climb towards orgasm returns with a vengeance.

He sees Troy looking similarly overwhelmed by the sudden attention while Ryan looks on, unfazed except for the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He looks up at Topher and his gaze is intense, piercing through the fog. He doesn't have to say it. Topher can read it in his expression and without protest he lowers himself to his knees, across from Troy.

"There we go." Ryan says, pleased. Two grown men writhing pathetically underneath him as he plays with them like instruments. Exactly how he likes it.

Troy is noisy as expected, every inhale and exhale is followed by a needy whine and gasp, he strains against his rope to get closer to Ryan. There's no embarrassment or reserve as he wordlessly begs for more. Topher almost feels embarrassed for him and his lack of dignity, until he remembers all the times Ryan has managed to coax similar noises from him. His face flushes darker.

After all that earlier teasing, he's more worked up than Troy and he can feel his climax rapidly approaching.

"Ryan-" Topher chokes out, a warning he's close.

"First person to cum gets the muzzle." Ryan replies cheerfully and then, pointedly, gives Topher a firm stroke. He just grins obnoxiously as Topher curses him out.

"Sorry, Toph. Them's the rules."

"You just made that up, you fucking- ahh fuck, fuck Ryan!"

He tries to fight off his orgasm but Ryan knows how to play him like a fiddle, hitting all the right spots until he performs just the way Ryan wanted him to. It's not the first time he comes all over himself, pissed at Ryan, at himself and utterly humiliated. And it's one of the things that makes his orgasm stronger – or maybe he's just been conditioned into that fetish. At this point he doesn't know where he starts and Ryan's influence ends.

Topher finds himself on his hands and knees, panting as the cabin spins around him, Ryan's hand no longer around him. He can hear him talking to Troy but his ears are still ringing too much to make anything out.

A moment later, someone kneels next to him.

"How are you doin, Toph?"

"Ughh," He begins. "I've been-"

Something warm and plastic pushes itself against his mouth and he feels straps tighten around his head. He moves his head back indignantly, but the muzzle stays on. Ryan leans back, still grinning like a maniac.

"Ah ah ah. Dogs don't speak now, do they, right Troy?"