#HELLO I HAVE MADE A HORRIBLE DECISION WITH THIS ONE BUT HERE WE GO!

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Better Vibrations - also on AO3

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Matt thinks Adam and Yuta should have to wear vibrators during a match, too. Luckily Blood and Guts is right around the corner. A sequel to "Good Vibrations."

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*sighs* Look I didn't ask for this. Similar disclaimers as the previous one. Actually, no. I'm copy/pasting. I cannot stress enough how much of a bad idea it is to do ANY OF WHAT'S IN THIS FIC in real life. Don't accidentally involve your friends in your sex stuff without them knowing. Don't - don't use vibrators when you're doing something for work. I just. I can't stress enough that this is a work of chaotic fiction that should NOT BE TAKEN AS REALITY and should never be replicated. This is another written retelling of the match, but instead from the perspectives of Adam and Wheeler during Blood and Guts. Without further ado, here we go. I'm ending up on a list for this fic, that's for damned sure.

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Adam

“Matt. Seriously.”

“What?!” Matt asks, throwing his arms in the air. He looks bitchy and pouty and annoyed, and all Adam wants to do is throw him on the floor and fuck him into bliss. “You and Yuta made me and Mox do it. You should do it, too.”

Adam fights a smile. “Baby, if you want to use more toys, just ask me.”

“I – okay, yes, obviously, but I also think it’s fair for you and Yuta to have to do it during Blood and Guts.” Adam watches Matt squirm. “Shut up. But it’s fair.”

“You can’t make people wear vibrators during Blood and Guts, Matty,” Adam says. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“I wouldn’t make anybody do anything.” Matt’s pout gets even more ridiculous. “I’m just saying it would be fair.” There’s a hint of a smile behind a pout, something Adam recognizes.

Adam laughs and sits next to him. “You think it would be fun?”

Matt nods and turns the eyes back on Adam. “I’m a mess all the time, you know? It would be fun to see you and Yuta get all…” He trails off and does some weird gesture with his hands. “You know.”

Adam can’t fight his smile. “What if it doesn’t affect us?”

Matt scoffs. “Of course it’ll affect you. Tops never know what to do with themselves when they’re not in control.”

“Rude.”

“True,” Matt fires back. He grins. “If you don’t want to, I’m not going to push. But I figure we could bring it up, and…” He trails off, and aims huge boo-boo eyes at Adam.

“Oh,” Adam says. “I get it. You want to get fucked by Yuta again.”

“Not necessarily!” Matt says. Adam doesn’t break his stare. “But yes.”

Adam pulls him in and kisses Matt softly. “You’re doing so much better with asking for what you want, baby,” Adam murmurs against Matt’s lips. “Good job.”

Matt makes a sweet little satisfied hum as he snuggles into Adam’s chest. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Adam yanks him in close. They fall back on the bed, and Matt rolls on top of Adam. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” Matt says. He shifts, legs bracketing Adam’s hips. “So, we don’t have to be at the airport until, like, two o’ clock, right?”

Adam grins. “Jesus, you’re shameless.”

“Am not!” Matt says, face turning pink. “Just. We started talking about the match, and the vibrators, and then I remembered what happened after Anarchy.” He grinds down slowly, deliberately, and Adam’s vision goes a little blurry as he gets obscenely hard obscenely fast. “Kinda hot, right?”

Adam exhales slowly, trying to keep from grabbing Matt and fucking him into oblivion too quickly. He needs to let Matt talk it out, make him ask for what he wants. “Very hot.”

“Can – will you fuck me?” Matt asks. “And talk to me about that last time?”

“You want a play by play or the highlights?” Adam asks, settling his hands on Matt’s hips. “You want me to remind you how good you looked underneath Wheeler, or how good Mox felt around me?”

“No!” Matt says, the pout back in full force even as he reaches down to palm at his own cock. “Talk about –” He cuts himself off with a bite of his lip.

“Say it,” Adam tells him, sliding his hands up the front of Matt’s shirt. “You want me to talk about what you got to do that night, don’t you?”

“Mhm,” Matt says, eyelashes fluttering closed. “Yeah, tell me how I looked.”

Adam laughs and turns them over again, and revels in how lucky he is to be back here.

~

Wheeler

“Mox, come look at this.”

Wheeler wiggles his phone as he stretches out on the gym mat, holding it up. Mox walks over from where he was mid-squats. “What am I looking at?”

“Hangman texted me,” he says. “Look.”

Mox’s face is as confused as he reads it as Wheeler predicts his own was a second ago. “The fuck does he mean by ‘Matt is probably going to text you and I need you to be realistic about your response’ mean?” He stares at Wheeler. “Do these fuckin’ Elite idiots ever speak like normal people?”

“Doubt it,” Wheeler says, going back to his crunches. “Keep an eye out for a text from Matt, I guess. Maybe something about a stipulation?”

Mox barks out a laugh, clearly avoiding his burpee regimen Bryan’s trying to force him to do. “What, like we gotta do the match with cock rings next time?” He pauses. “Wait, that could be fun.”

“If you don’t do your burpees, Bryan’s gonna kill you,” Wheeler muses, flipping over to start his planks. Mox walks over and sits on his back, because he’s an asshole. “Hey!”

“What?” Mox asks. “Do I have to tell Bryan you can’t handle his special planks anymore?”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and makes sure he keeps perfect posture. “No. But no cock rings. That seems counterintuitive. We were trying to make each other have awkward sexual reactions, not prevent them.”

“That implies I don’t usually get boners during matches,” Mox muses. Wheeler can feel the moment he pulls both legs off the floor, and grunts. “Make noises like that and I might pop one right now.”

“I might pop you,” Wheeler growls. He pushes over and flips Mox off of him, then pins him to the floor. Knees on his thighs, hands on his wrists.

Mox licks his lips and grins up at him. “Promise?”

“Are you ever not horny?”

Mox considers it. “Probably when I’m asleep, sometimes.”

“I’ve woken up to your morning wood, so I doubt it,” Wheeler says. He glances around to make sure the rest of the gym is empty and leans down, kissing some of the stupid out of Mox. He thinks they could have been there all morning until his phone buzzes next to Mox’s head, and he’s too curious about what it’ll say to resist.

[9:43am]

Hi! This is Matt Jackson. Adam and I were talking and I was thinking that for Blood and Guts you and Adam could wear vibrators this time. Let me know!

Wheeler blinks a few times at the text. “Mox, I think Matt Jackson might be weirder than you.”

“I could see it. Why?”

Wheler flips the phone so Mox can see it, and watches as a grin spreads across Mox’s face. “Oh, that’s good. That’s really good.” He bats away the phone. “You’re doing it.”

“What?!”

“Come on, I did it!” Mox says. “And this is a chance to prove you’re better than Hangman or something.”

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “That’s not what this is.”

“It’s what it could be.” Mox looks up at him. “I think it could be fun!”

“Are you trying to do boo boo eyes?”

“No!” Mox says.

“You’re a shit liar.” Wheeler laughs as he rolls off of Mox. “Alright. I’ll do it. It’s stupid, but I’ll do it.”

Mox grins. “Oh, hell yes. You’re gonna be so miserable.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.” Mox does a few burpees. “Now we’ll be able to figure out which of the four of us could put up with more.”

Wheeler snickers. “You know you lost to Matt last time, right?”

“I didn’t!”

“You totally did.” Wheeler pats his cheek. “But it’s okay. You’re old.”

“He’s older than me!”

Wheeler blinks. “Well shit.”

~

Adam

“Okay, so we should be getting the packages – shut up, Moxley, that is not what I meant – tomorrow around eight in the morning,” Matt says over facetime. He and Adam have been in Boston exploring for an hour or two at this time, but Adam insisted they face time with Mox and Wheeler for their answer. Adam was actually kind of surprised Wheeler agreed.

“Sure, yeah,” Mox says, waving his hand. “Put it outside our hotel room.”

“Might be better just to drop it off hand to hand,” Adam mentions. “That way nobody else finds it and asks questions.”

“I still think we should have used the other ones,” Mox says. He’s upside down. Adam doesn’t feel like he has the bandwidth to ask why. “Sanitizing is a thing.”

“That one is mine and I’m keeping it,” Matt says. “But, yeah. We’ll give it to the two of you tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, we will,” Adam says.

Matt pokes him in the ribs. “No! No sex jokes. Not yet.”

“No sex jokes about vibrators?” Mox asks. “Jackson, what is wrong with you?”

Matt shrugs. “Oh, we’re losing service. Notoriously bad in Boston. You know-it-erp okay buy!”

Adam stares at him as the aquarium line moves up. “Did you just fake the connection failing?”

“You can’t prove anything.”

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Wheeler

“You’re gonna be fine,” Mox says. He pulls Wheeler in and kisses the top of his head, ruffling his hair. “No, you’re gonna kill it. Hell, kill them, I don’t care.”

Wheeler laughs. “I feel like that would lead to a lot of questions I don’t feel like answering.”

“What, why one of ‘em got a little frisky friend in their…pocket?” Mox winks and blows a bubble, snapping his gum.

“That maybe be your weirdest sentence yet,” Wheeler mutters, but he wiggles a little bit. Every once in a while, even when off, the vibrator slides up against that one spot and sends a distracting zing up his spine. “How the hell did you and Matt handle this when you did it?”

Mox shrugs. “Helped me focus, actually. Something other to think about than what to do next. I got off, and then I acted.” He sighs, a little dreamily. “I kind of miss it.”

“No,” Wheeler says. “I’m not doing this again. You can, in a singles match. But not with me.”

Mox grins at him. They both jump as Hangman’s music hits, and Mox pulls out the controller. “Keep an eye on the monitor, baby. This is gonna be good.”

Wheeler watches as Adam reacts to the match and the shifting vibrator. He’s not exactly sure what Mox is doing – something batshit crazy, Wheeler can only assume – until the music starts again.

“That’s my cue.” Mox leans in and kisses Wheeler hard, enough to make his head spin. “Good luck.”

Wheeler’s eyes are glued to the monitor as he waits for his music. When he hears Young Bucks music hit he freezes, expecting Matt, but it’s Nick instead. He has two more minutes before things get crazy.

And then the vibrator kicks in.

“Jesus fuck!” he squeaks, jumping half a foot.

Takeshita stares at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Wheeler manages. “I’m – just excited for the match, is all.”

Takeshita nods slowly, like he can tell something weird is happening, but he thankfully doesn’t say another word.

Wheeler walks out to his music with a chair in his hands. It’s go time, whether he’s ready for it or not.

The anticipation makes him run, like the energy building inside him grows with every movement of the vibrator.

“This is fucking stupid,” he grumbles as he gets into the ring, but the chance to slam Hangman with the chair makes it easier to tolerate. He wails on whoever comes near him for a few minutes, for the fun of it.

Mox hands him a screwdriver. “A present for you. I got this one special.”

“You’re so fuckin’ weird.” But he takes the opportunity to stab Nick in the forehead with it, and it’s strangely satisfying. Not exactly the Buck he’d like to be brutalizing right now, he thinks as he suplexes Nick onto the chair, but it’s fun either way.

They get a few minutes to regroup, wailing on each other without any hesitation. At one point, Claudio’s kicking Adam in the stomach. It looks fun.

“My turn,” he singsongs, grinning down at Adam as he puts a boot into his gut.

“Dick,” Adam groans.

Wheeler’s about to say something back to him, but then the Young Bucks music hits. Shit.

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” Adam chuckles. “Yeah. Good luck.”

Yuta decides that fucking with Adam’s what will help him cope until Matt’s in the ring. He tries to hit Matt with a chair – and then he’s the one getting DDT’d on a chair. He rolls around on the ground, suddenly horrendously aware of the vibrator.

“The fuck is this?” he whimpers. Matt was right all those weeks ago – this weird waving motion is good. It’s too good.

He exhales, and thinks of eighth grade choir, and probably would have done better waiting three seconds for Kenny to punch him in the gut. “Ow!”

“Ow?!” Kenny asks as Yuta kicks him against the ropes. “We’re in a fight, dumbass, of course ow!”

Yuta rolls his eyes and manages to stand, shaking out his body. He feels overly coiled, like a spring forced together. It’s disorienting enough for Kenny to get the leverage over him, beating him hard until he shoves Wheeler’s face into the glass. He tastes blood on his teeth, and wishes it didn’t make him harder.

He rolls over, panting. He won’t give up this fast. He and Mox have been practicing for this kind of thing. Resisting it, holding it back, refusing to come until the last possible second.

His training fails him. Sitting up against a turnbuckle, Wheeler comes dry with his face in his hands. He didn’t even get a chance to say hi to Takeshita. He came before everyone was even in the ring. He sighs, trying not to feel too much shame as his body tingles back to normal. It happens to everyone, he suppose.

Or, as he watches his boyfriend pull out a screwdriver and nail board as he recovers from a televised orgasm nobody but three other people knew was even possible, maybe it doesn’t.

He checks in with Pac. “Did you know about that?” He points to the monstrosity Mox is currently grinning at.

“How would I?” Pac snarls. “I’m not the one shagging him behind the trailers, am I?”

Wheeler opens his mouth to answer. And reconsiders. “No, yeah, that’s fair.”

The two of them join in on messing with Matt and Adam, though, so at least the conversation is over.

When the countdown starts, though, he reconsiders his idea.

He’s always wanted to fight Ibushi, after all.

Before anyone can stop him, Wheeler runs out of the ring and up the ramp. The look in Ibushi’s eyes is enough to make him wonder if this was a bad idea. He doesn’t have to wonder much longer with the way Ibushi throws a forearm directly into his face.

He collapses to the floor, and wonders, just for a second, if he could stay here for the rest of the night.

And then the vibrator kicks on to high gear, and Wheeler’s vision blurs. He whimpers as he gets to his knees, scared for a second this is all going to go to shit, when he catches sight of Matt Jackson walking toward him.

“Oh, I’m fucked.” He feels the coiled spring in his lower back press tighter and tighter with every step of Matt Jackson toward him, with the way Matt licks his lips.

It’s the worst time to be reminded of the way Matt moans in bed, the way he felt around Yuta’s cock, the way – fuck.

“Yeah,” Matt says, gently. He lays a hand on Yuta’s back. It burns in the best way as Yuta pants through the orgasm. “Yeah, I know. That’s the problem with being young. You’re gonna come so many more times than you ever thought possible.”

His face is sweet, his smile is sweet. Hell, even the words themselves are sweet. But the gleam in Matt’s eyes is anything but, and Yuta is halfway to sure he’s going to die from orgasm overload tonight.

When he gets his legs under him again, Yuta stands. He shoves Matt down. “Don’t start with me,” he says, voice still sounding weak. He pretends not to notice it. He grabs Matt by the hair and drags him back to the ramp, expecting to get back in the ring, but then Matt hits him with a combination brain buster and vibrator setting shift.

“Fuck!” Wheeler yells. “Oh, god, fuck!”

Matt launches at him once he stands up and the two of them fly off the ramp onto the floor, fists and feet flying.

They yell at each other, back and forth, and Yuta doesn’t even know what he’s saying or where he is until he gets thrown into the side of the cage.

“Ow!” And then he looks up. “Matt, what the fuck are you wearing?!”

“Shark week,” he says like it’s an explanation, and shoves Wheeler’s face into the side of the cage again.

“Why are you so – stop being so strong!” Wheeler grumbles. Matt throws the hat in his face then follows it with a punch. “Jesus!”

“You’ve seen my biceps,” Matt says, shrugging. “I’m jacked, bitch.”

Wheeler crawls away to the steps, then changes his mind. He knows Matt’s afraid of heights. If he can bait him up to the top of the cage…

He throws Matt off of him with an eye rake and climbs the side of the cage as fast as he can. This only works if Matt’s more vengeful than scared, and he’s banking on it.

“Come and get it!” he yells down to Matt.

He watches the emotions scatter across Matt’s face – fear, concern, hesitation. And then Matt’s fingers are in the metal loops, and he’s climbing.

“Hey, you big baby!” Wheeler taunts. “Made it all the way up here without peeing your pants. Good job.”

“I’d make a joke about you making it into the match without coming in your pants, but we both know that’s not true.”

If anything earns a punch to the face that sure does, so Wheeler grabs Matt by his stupid perfect hair and hits him as hard as he can. Matt’s not backing down though, and they trade blows far too high up in the air.

“You think your boy’s holding out?” Wheeler scoffs. “Bet he’s come more times than me at this point.”

“More times?” Matt asks. “Like, more than once?” he laughs. “Oh, that’s great.”

Wheeler starts punching Matt in the mouth, because maybe, then he’ll shut up. It doesn’t last long enough though – Matt’s only stunned through a few, and next thing he knows he’s on the receiving end of about a thousand Northern Lights suplexes that almost send him over the edge of the cage.

“Ugh, fine,” Wheeler says. “Fuck off. I’m going back down.”

“Good,” Matt mumbles, rolled over on his side. “That way I know you won’t drag me down.”

Wheeler climbs down the side. He gets back into the ring just in time to engage with Kenny, but it doesn’t go as well as he wants – he wonders if Kenny saw his eye rake to Matt before they got on top of the cage.

He makes his way across the ring, because at least here he might have some luck against somebody, when something sharp rains down on his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Weren’t you supposed to be taking care of him?” Claudio yells, wincing as metal pings off his shoulders.

“I thought I did!” Wheeler has more to say, of course, about Matt dropping thumbtacks on them from the top of the cage, but then Nick starts up with those stupid superkicks and Wheeler is reeling.

Reeling enough, it appears, for Adam to get him by the back of the neck and throw him into the corner.

“How are you?” he asks. It’s almost too kind, like they don’t both have vibrators inside them with their friends bloody and bruised around them.

“Fuck off,” Yuta spits. He tries to get out of Adam’s grasp, but he’s too strong. “You’re the one squirming on the ground every two minutes.”

“I’ve been out here longer than you,” Adam retorts, fire in his eyes.

Wheeler’s head spins as Adam wails on his head. He collapses in the corner again. The same corner where he came the first time, which is less than pleasant. He’s determined not to repeat history.

Matt must be busy, because the vibrator hasn’t changed in ages. It’s gentle and as unobtrusive as a vibrator in the ass can be. For the first time since the locker room, he feels okay.

He stands and gets back into the other ring, because beating the shit out of Nick Jackson seems fun. It is. They go back and forth for a few minutes until Matt sneaks up on him and gets him in a tombstone.

“What the fuck?!” he yells. He is painfully aware of how being upside down changes the way the vibrator works.

“Sucks to suck,” Adam yells to him. And then he’s dropped on the ground, and his head feels like lead.

He manages to get Matt up to the top turnbuckle and suplex him to the floor.

“Serves you right, you little shit.”

“You’re the little shit!” Matt yells at him from the floor. He spits out some of his own hair. “I’m gonna rip your teeth out.”

“Doubt it.”

Matt reaches for him, but Wheeler rolls his way to the other ring. He’s not willing to be wrong in calling Matt’s bluff. Clearly Matt’s been spending too much time with Mox.

He locks up with Matt where the rings meet, of course, because apparently he’s never allowed to be rid of this weird little gremlin, and he and Nick roll out of the attempt he had with Claudio to take them out. He’s on the floor, struggling to the ropes as he watches wrestler after wrestler get taken out and thrown to the floor. He takes the opportunity to get Nick into a stretch, and glances over his shoulder. Claudio’s got Matt in a giant swing.

“Serves him right,” Wheeler mutters. The satisfaction is short lived, though. Ibushi kicks him and he goes down faster than he’d ever admit. When he finally gets back to his feet, he’s glad the BCC has Kenny isolated. Maybe, just this once, the great Cleaner will go down without a fight.

Things go wrong more quickly than he can process. All of a sudden Claudio’s going after Pac, or Pac after Claudio. And Pac leaves. Wheeler knows, quickly, that things are about to go way downhill.

He’s distracted, and Kenny takes him out before he can do anything to resist. It’s slipping away from him so quickly. He can’t even fight off Nick as he drags him to the center of the second ring, throwing him into the tacks. All he can do is watch as Adam clocks Claudio with a Buckshot, and he barely knows what’s happened other than extreme impact. He’s kicked and hit and bleeding.

“Yuta!”

It’s Mox. But he doesn’t come.

Matt kicks him in the face with a shoe covered in thumbtacks. Nick shoves his face into the shoe. And then the cold chain wraps around him.

He won’t tap, and he won’t give up. He won’t be the reason they lose.

The sound of the bell is distant, confusing. “Didn’t tap,” he mumbles, but he can’t even tell if he can hear himself. And he can’t stop the relief as he collapses to the floor, the blood sliding down his face.

Claudio reaches him first, hands on his back, but Wheeler doesn’t want to see anyone but Mox.

“Did I tap?” Wheeler asks Claudio. “I didn’t, right?”

“No, you did not,” Claudio says. “You did wonderfully.”

He wishes he felt he did.

Claudio moves Wheeler so he’s sitting up a little more. It causes more blood to flood into his face.

“Yoots!”

Wheeler blinks the blood away from his eyes to see Mox crawling over to him, one arm unnaturally stretched behind him in the handcuff. “Hey.”

“I tapped,” Mox says. He looks anguished, devastated. “I – I couldn’t let them…they were – you weren’t going to make it.” He looks up at the Elite, who are having a conversation Wheeler can’t quite figure out. “Um, no!” Mox says in response to something from Adam. Then he points down at Wheeler.

“Oh.” Adam looks tired. “Right.”

Wheeler sits up. “Matt, you little shit, give me the key.”

“I don’t have it,” Matt says, frowning. He steps up, a little too closely, to Adam. “Key, please.”

Adam fishes around in his pocket, and something tumbles out. His eyes widen but Mox has grabbed it before Adam can go for it. Adam reaches in his pockets again and jolts a little bit. “Fuck!”

Wheeler turns to Mox, who grins. “Couldn’t resist a little more.”

“Shithead,” Adam grumbles, but he unlocks Mox’s hand without a fight. Mox stumbles over to Wheeler and practically collapses on top of him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, face buried in Wheeler’s chest. “I should have – I couldn’t break the handcuffs.”

Wheeler puts his hand on the back of Mox’s neck. “It’s okay,” he murmurs. “It’s all over now.”

They slowly get to their feet, Yuta’s entire body aching, and Matt and Adam are standing there, staring at the two of them.

Claudio hauls Mox and Wheeler fully to their feet, and they come face to face with the Elite. Wheeler doesn’t know what they’re going to do. If they’ll tease, if they’ll mock, if they’ll attack again. Kenny takes the mic and asks to shake their hands.

Wheeler’s hesitant as he does it, still waiting for the other shoe to drop. But they shake the Elite’s hands, and Adam and Matt squeeze just a little longer than they need to.

~

Adam

“This is a terrible idea,” Adam says, shifting back and forth.

Matt snickers. “I think it’s great. You look all weird. I’ve never seen your face like this.”

“Shut up,” Adam laughs. “This was your idea.”

“And I’m glad I had it.” Matt bumps Adam’s hip, and Adam has to fight the urge to twitch, the vibrator shifting. “Oh. Feeling it?”

“Shut up,” Adam says again. “This is so mean. How did you handle this?”

Matt shrugs. “I guess I’m just stronger than you are.” He tosses his hair over his shoulder. Adam has to resist the urge to throw him over his shoulder. His smile is gone quickly when Claudio’s music hits. Matt practically jumps and presses himself along Adam’s side.

“Clingy?”

Matt shakes his head. “Just – I know you have to go out before me, so I want to get time with you before you go.”

“Adorable,” Adam says. “Hey. This is going to be amazing. We’re going to win, and Ibushi is going to distract Kenny enough that they won’t notice our bullshit, and then we’ll go back to the hotel and do unspeakable things to each other later.”

Matt giggles. “I wish Nick would just talk to Claudio – that would take at least one more person out of our way.” He thinks. “We could throw someone at Takeshita, too.”

Adam laughs. “Oh, god, can you imagine him and Pac?”

“Unfortunately I just got a mental image of him and Callis.” Matt wrinkles his nose. “I need to go bleach my brain now.”

Kenny’s music is cued, and then it feels like a waiting game.

“When do you think I should turn it on?” Matt whispers, up on his toes, into Adam’s ear. “Once I start it, you know Mox will start yours.”

“Not until I’m out there,” Adam replies. He tries to shake off the stress, the anxiety. “Or, I don’t know. If Yuta goes out, you set it off.”

Matt giggles.

“What?”

“Just, you’re freaking out so much more than I was.” He looks smug. “I was right. Tops struggle so much more with this.”

“You try topping every once in a while, you goddamned pillow princess.” Adam leans over and kisses Matt’s temple. “All you gotta do is lay there and whimper all pretty.”

“You like it when I whimper all pretty,” Matt retorts.

Pac’s music stats.

“Could you two not talk about things like this when I’m right here?” Nick asks, turning to them a little miserably. “It’s bad enough my best friend and my brother are together again. Don’t make me hear the details, too.”

Adam chuckles into Matt’s hair. “Sorry, Nick.”

He’s on his toes, bouncing, when two things happen at once: his music hits, and the vibrator starts up.

Adam yelps and jumps about four feet in the air.

“What?” Nick asks, frowning. “What’s wrong with you?”

“He’s fine.” Matt’s grinning like a menace.

“I’m fine,” Adam says through gritted teeth.

Matt kisses him on the cheek. “Go have fun out there, Hanger.”

Adam laughs, a little hysterically. “Doing my best.”

The vibrator shifts in him as he scrambles up the stairs, but he stomps his way down the ramp with the goal of turning this energy into something productive.

Adam goes for Claudio first, then Pac. He’s caught off guard for half a second when Pac kicks him in the gut, but all it does is shift the vibrator to somewhere a little less aggressive. With the change, it’s relatively easy to keep focused, since the pattern is steady and gentle. He can focus a little like this, can take on Pac and Claudio at the same time to give Kenny a minute to rest.

The buzzing feels like another level of power running through him, adding to his fight. He can only hope the vibrator doesn’t shift again – Mox is playing with the settings. He knew it would happen, of course, but it feels a little unfair since Yuta isn’t even out here yet.

A big boot into Claudio shifts the vibrator into the wrong spot, sending the vibrator ballistic against Adam’s prostate. He goes for Pac, desperate for a distraction, but all he can do is grit his teeth. He adjusts his belt, convinced there’s some visual, some hint of what’s going on in his very tight pants.

“Of fuckin’ course,” he mumbles when Mox’s music turns on. He sends a silent prayer he hopes get to Matt: turn on Yuta’s vibrator. Making him start off kilter. It may be Adam’s only chance at survival.

Adam’s expecting Mox to come after him first as he yanks open the door to the cage. He didn’t expect the fork. Maybe, he thinks as pinpricks of pain trickle down his face, he should have.

“Having fun yet?” Mox asks, fork dug into Adam’s forehead.

“No,” Adam grumbles.

Adam manages to throw him off, but not long enough. With a wink and a grin, Mox shoves the fork into Adam’s gut. But it’s a cover, and Adam sees through it a second too late. Mox reaches down to palm Adam’s dick.

“Yeah, I figured,” Mox chuckles when he finds Adam hard. “Gonna fuck me for this later?”

“Shut up.” Adam doesn’t want to admit how good that sounds.

Adam’s stuck on the floor, feeling way too much at once, until Mox yanks him up and stabs him with a fork again.

“Oh,” Adam says, watching Mox roll out of the ring. He hears rustling. “Oh, that can’t be good.”

The bucket’s enough to worry Adam; he gets up and starts wailing on Mox as quickly as he can. Maybe, if he’s smart enough, he can get the stupid controller out of Mox’s pocket. Maybe, if he does the one thing Matt and Mox didn’t have the wherewithal to come up with in the heat of the moment during Anarchy, he can make it through this.

He grasps at Mox’s pockets while on his knees, but he can’t get to the controller. He looks up hopefully at the Young Buck’s music. He’s a little more disappointed than he should be when it’s Nick and not Matt.

It gives him the time, though, to collapse under the rings. Mox is doing something nefarious with the vibrator, turning it to some weird, intense pulsing. Adam should have figured out what was happening earlier – he’s done this with Matt a million times – but he doesn’t. He lays there, baffled, as he comes dry in his gear pants, in less than 10 minutes, in front of thousands. He only can hope that Nick is holding their attention.

He finally comes back to himself when Nick appears above him, shaking the ring ropes like a gremlin maniac. He’s not up fast enough though, his legs still jelly, and Mox gets ahold of Nick.

Adam winces, watching Nick and then Kenny get an unholy introduction to the glass. He does his best to pull himself to standing, but he’s still wobbly.

Mox wraps his jacket around Adam’s throat, reading something in Adam’s face. “Oh, shit,” Mox laughs. “You came already, didn’t you!” he gleefully declares.

“Fuck off,” Adam grumbles. He refuses to acknowledge how the vest around his throat smells like Mox. “Like you didn’t blow your load fast, too.”

“Not that fast,” Mox says. He looks almost giddy. Adam hates it. “You’ve never had one of those before, have you?”

“A vibrator up my ass?” Adam asks. “No.”

“A prostate orgasm,” Mox clarifies. “I have ideas for tonight.”

Before Adam can respond, Mox steps away from him. Adam’s about to jump up to get Mox’s ass, but Yuta’s music hits.

He grins.

“Your boy is gonna do so much worse than me.” He sounds giddy and stupid now, sure, but he deserves it. “Bet you Matt already cranked it to eleven.”

Mox turns Adam’s face. Unfortunately, Yuta looks terrifying as he walks into the ring.  

“I gotta go,” Mox says, sliding his hand in his pocket. He presses some weird button and Adam’s hips jolt. “Have fun.”

He chucks Adam into the other ring like it’s nothing, right in front of Yuta.

“Hey, Cowboy,” he says with an infuriating smirk. “How you holding up?”

Before Adam can argue or say anything, Wheeler pulls the chair back and slams it into Adam’s gut. He thinks there are far more pertinent things to be concerned about in this setting, such as the possible busted appendix or perforated gall bladder, but he’s more focused on the way the second blow is right on Adam’s ass and sends the vibrator pressing against his prostate again.

Adam can’t do anything but while pathetically, and wish this was happening in private.

He squirms, less than pleased. “No,” he tells himself. “I’m not – not again.”

“Hey,” Nick says, crawling to Adam. “Adam, are you okay?”

“Fine,” Adam squeaks. “Yuta got me good with the chair.”

“Little shit,” Nick says. His eyes are lit up a little crazy, electric blue, and Adam reminds himself by Nick is probably the scariest member of the Elite. “Maybe I’ll stab him. Yeah, I could stab him!”

Adam doesn’t get the chance to reply, because Claudio or Yuta or somebody in blue yanks Nick away. He’d feel bad about not being able to save Nick, but his ass is doing some weird things and he’s preoccupied.

He’s not afforded enough down time, though. Claudio hauls him to his feet and wails on his in the corner.

“My turn,” Yuta singsongs. He kicks Adam in the stomach.

“Dick,” Adam groans. And then he hears it. “Oh, you’re in for it now.”

Yuta makes a strange face.

“Yeah,” Adam says, grinning. “Good luck.”

Adam glances over to see Matt stomping down the ramp, but he doesn’t get a chance to do a damned thing else with the way Mox, Claudio, and Yuta take turns hitting him with a chair.

He feels almost bad that Claudio’s not in on the joke.

Matt goes after Claudio and Mox like it’s nothing, like it’s fun, and smiles a little. That’s his guy.

Matt’s presence invigorates him, and he manages to get to his feet.

“Hey,” Matt says, concern written all over his face. “How are you?”

“About the vibrator?”

“No, I know you’re struggling with that.” He grins.

“Rude.”

“Head okay?”

“You’re still being rude.”

Matt grins at him even bigger. “Yeah.”

Adam takes the opportunity to go beat Yuta’s ass while he tries to hurt Kenny. “Hey, fuckwad,” he says by way of greeting, and punches Yuta in the back. The satisfaction doesn’t last long, though, because Pac grabs him and they wail on each other until Pac shoves his face into a turnbuckle. Every kick shifts the vibrator, and every shift threatens another one of those mind-numbing, leg jellying orgasms that Adam thinks he would like so much better at home.

Claudio tries him and it’s enough to help him get focused enough to hear Takeshita’s music.

“Shit,” he mumbles, getting to his feet to meet Takeshita in the ring. That means Ibushi’s the last one in the ring, which means –

He doesn’t have a chance to finish his thought. Takeshita slams him in the head with the chair.

“You good?” Nick asks a minute later, looking weirdly fine with being suplexed by Takeshita and his brother. “No head issues?”

“No head issues,” Adam agrees. “The hell are we going to do?”

“Wrong question,” Matt says, looking queasy as he scoots over. “The right question is what the hell did Mox just pull out from under the ring?”

Adam looks and a frantic little giggle comes out of his mouth. “Oh, we’re fucked.”

“We’ll be okay,” Matt says. He reaches out and squeezes Adam’s hand. “And, if not, we got each other, right?”

It’s sweet enough that Adam forgets where he is. It’s sweet enough that he lets himself get a little mushy over it, a little “I’m so lucky he’s my man” about it.

He should have realized the romance would make him come again.

Matt opens his mouth to say something, but he’s dragged away before Adam can tell him what’s happening. The second orgasm is less intense, more of a hit and run kind of thing, but it still makes his head swim and his muscles turn to liquid. Claudio catches him on the ground and steps on his neck which, admittedly, is better than being hit in the gut right now.

“Hey,” Matt says, draped over the turnbuckle by Yuta.

“Hi,” Adam mumbles. He’s still getting a little fucked up by the aftershocks. “I came again.”

Matt grins. “Yeah, I could tell.”

“Shut up,” Adam groans. “How did you survive all of Anarchy like this?”

Matt shrugs, as Ibushi’s music starts. “Bottoms are better, I guess.”

Everyone in the ring, BCC or Elite, pauses as Ibushi walks out. Just for a second. And then, like a switch, Yuta bolts out of the ring and goes after Ibushi.

“He’s gonna kill the kid,” Matt muses.

And he does. Adam remembers the times he’s been in a ring with Ibushi – most of the time on opposite sides. As he watches Ibushi lay out member after member of the BCC, though, he’s glad he’s here.

Matt disappears, Mox gets covered in blood, and Adam tries to figure out how much longer he has to survive through this before one or all of them collapse. Thankfully he doesn’t come again, but something in the base of his spine is overwhelmed and depleted.

It’s not until thumbtacks start raining from the ceiling that he regains clarity.

“The hell?” Claudio mumbles.

Adam just laughs. “I forgot about that one.”

It baffles Pac and Claudio long enough that Adam and Nick drop them directly into the thumbtacks. Adam’s about to join Nick in kicking the shit out of the BCC guys, but he catches Mox’s eye and the vibrator shifts. He locks eyes with Mox, determined not to react.

Adam turns and runs at Yuta. “How are you?” he asks as he throws Yuta headfirst into a turnbuckle.

“Fuck off,” Yuta growls. He tries to push Adam off, but he holds Yuta steady and starts wailing on his head. “You’re the one squirming on the ground every two minutes.”

“I’ve been out here longer than you,” Adam snaps back.

Hanger lets Kenny and the Bucks set up a spot with Pac, and, at his turn, dutifully slams Pac with a standing shooting star press.

Just for fun, he starts messing with Claudio.

“Oh, no,” Kenny says. It’s strangely polite how he taps Adam on the shoulder. “My turn.”

Adam thinks he’s about to get a break, but then Mox catches him. Mox’s attempt at a stomp fails and gives Adam enough time to slam him, back first, onto the tacks.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Mox moans.

“You sound almost as pretty as you do when I fuck you,” Adam says casually, and walks away.

The double tombstone will be a highlight, Adam thinks, as the drop shifts the vibrator and clears his vision. A good moment. He gets to stand next to Matt. His head’s spinning a little less.

When Mox starts scratching up his back, Adam pretends like it’s not adding to the effects of the vibrator. Pretends really hard. Pretends so hard he almost starts to cry, and the suplex actually makes him feel better.

“Oh, I hate this,” he whines. “Oh, I hate this so much.”

Mox catches his eye and laughs. “Need a break, Cowboy?”

Adam fights to his feet again. “Need to break you, maybe.” Adam’s close, for the third goddamned time, and there’s only one last option: get the remote and break it.

He drags himself across the rings and watches as, on one sloppy roll, the controller slips out of Mox’s pocket. It’s too easy. It’s too good to resist. In a flash, Adam reaches out and grabs the controller. The relief he feels as he turns it off is almost too good.

“Is that allowed?” Matt asks him.

Adam shrugs, running in with the controller in his hand to punch Mox in the head. “No rules in Blood and Guts, right?”

He feels invigorated as he shoves the controller in his pocket and bounces off the ropes to throw a forearm into Takeshita’s throat. The satisfaction dies fast, though, as Mox gives him a cutter right to the floor.

“Bitch,” he grumbles as he rolls away. He grins as Ibushi kicks Mox in the chest.

He’s not sure how Mox gets ahold of him again, but he locks his legs against Adam’s head. “You took the controller!”

“I did,” Adam chokes out.

“Cheater!”

“It’s Blood and Guts! There is no cheating!”

“The vibrator isn’t part of Blood and Guts!”

“Yes, it is!”

Adam’s pretty sure they would have kept going back and forth like this for a decade or so, but then Ibushi kicks Mox in the jaw and Adam is freed.

He wants to get up to save Kenny, but his entire body aches. Now that the vibrator is off, his adrenaline is starting to wear off.

“Help Kenny,” he mumbles to Nick. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“I don’t think we need to,” Nick says, rolling over. “Look.”

Adam watches as Pac snaps the lock off the door and walks away. Kenny goes after three of the BCC members left.

He stands, preparing. “This is gonna be good.”

First, he hits a Buckshot on Claudio. When he meets Kenny’s eyes in the other ring, he nods.

A Last Call. For the first time in almost three years.

Yuta goes down hard, his hips twitching, and Adam grins. Matt must have added a few clicks to the vibrator.

“We’re gonna win this,” Adam mumbles. He pushes himself to seated. “Matt, Nick, I have an idea.”

He slides under the ring and pulls out the handcuffs, locking Mox to the ropes. He also pulls out the end of a chain – he can end this. He can end this easy.

Matt gets to play dress up with his fun sneaker and Adam throws the chain around Yuta’s neck without a second thought. Matt comes from the side and wraps his arms around Adam’s waist.

“You’re doing great,” he murmurs. “Just – almost – ”

But Yuta doesn’t tap. The bell rings, and Yuta doesn’t tap. They let go of the chain anyway.

Carry On My Wayward Son plays. Adam feels exhaustion crash over him. “Oh, my god,” he says to Matt. “I need a nap.”

Matt pouts. “I mean, okay. Fine. But after?” He bats his eyelashes.

“We just won a blood feud match! Can you focus?!” Nick yells. “Why am I always here for these moments?”

Their hands are raises in the center of the ring and Adam feels a sense of accomplishment wash through him. They won. He came twice, sure, and probably would have done another twelve times if he hadn’t gotten Mox’s controller, but he’s okay now. He grins as their hands are raised, victorious.

“You okay, Hanger?” Kenny asks. Adam doesn’t want to admit it, but he looks like he suspects something. “You’ve been a little twitchy all match.”

Adam refuses to let himself blush. “I mean, yeah. Intense match.” He shifts. “Lots to worry – what is Ibushi doing?”

They turn to see Ibushi pushing thumbtacks into his chest.

“Why the hell – oh, come on.”

Adam laughs at Kenny’s reaction as Ibushi bumps himself into the thumbtacks like it’s nothing.

“Your boyfriend just intentionally filled his back with tacks,” Adam muses. “That’s unique.”

“Yeah, well, yours glued thumbtacks to his stupidly expensive shoe,” Kenny replies, ducking under the ropes to go get Ibushi out of there. “We have equally weird partners.”

“Who’s weird?” Matt asks, shuffling up next to Adam. “Me?”

“Yes, but also Kota,” Adam nods to where Kenny is now gently picking thumbtacks out of Ibushi’s skin. It’s somehow romantic. “He just threw himself into those.”

“I get that,” Matt muses. “Sometimes you just have to do something stupid, you know?”

“Oh, like choke out the guy you plan on fucking later tonight mid-match?” Adam whispers into Matt’s ear. He grins as Matt shivers, whole body.

“You can’t say stuff like that,” Matt mutters. “We might still be on air.”

“Aw, come on. We’ve gotta be off by now.”

“Alright, you two,” Nick says, and he smacks Adam on the back. It jostles the vibrator and Adam yelps. “The hell’s wrong with you?”

“Thumbtack in the ass,” Matt says, grinning. “It’s a tragic diagnosis.”

“I’m going to chose to believe that so I don’t have to consider any of the other weird stuff you two get up to.” Nick wrinkles his nose. “Also, how bad is my face?”

“Bloody, but not Mox bloody,” Adam says. “Let’s all get backstage and get cleaned up, okay?”

“Uh, no!” Mox yells. He gestures to Yuta, still covered in blood.

Adam blows some hair out of his face. “Oh. Right.”

~

Adam only has a few puncture wounds from pieces of glass and tacks, which feels like a miracle. Matt’s even luckier – bruises, yes, but so little blood it almost feels impossible. Nick, on the other hand…

“You two go off without me,” he waves off. “Me, Kenny, and Kota are planning on getting dinner later anyway, since you two. Well, I don’t know what you two do after a match, but it’s usually weird and it usually grosses me out, so.”

Matt opens his mouth to argue, because that’s his default state, but Adam slaps his hands on Matt’s shoulders.

“Well, feel better,” he says before Matt goes off. “Text us if you need anything.”

Matt’s sputtering as Adam steers him out of the medical room. “What’s that about?”

“He’s giving us a pass,” Adam says, low in Matt’s ear, “and I need to get this vibrator out of me before I lose my fuckin’ mind.”

“Oh!” Matt says. “Oh, I forgot you still had it in.”

“Lucky you.”

Adam feels weird, like really weird, as he takes out the vibrator once they get back to their room.

“You okay?” Matt asks, hovering outside the door. “I can help, if you need it.”

“Babe, I love you, but I promise I can figure this out on my own.” Adam steps out of the hotel bathroom after cleaning the vibrator. “See? All better.”

Matt nods. “You still sleepy?”

“I am,” Adam says. He licks his lips. “But a shower might wake me up.”

Matt bites his lip and half sprints into the bathroom.

Adam teases him the whole shower, lips on Matt’s neck a hand on his lower belly, a finger teasing at Matt’s entrance. Matt whimpers and presses against him, but Adam won’t give in.

“Oh, no,” he murmurs, taking Matt’s earlobe into his mouth. “You made me wait, now you can wait.”

“Mean,” Matt murmurs, pushing into Adam’s hand.

“It’s only fair.”

Matt freezes. “Using my words against me is a dick move.”

Adam laughs. “Kind of the point, baby.”

~

Wheeler

“Are you okay?” Mox whispers into Wheeler’s ear.

“Vibrator’s stopped working, so yeah,” Wheeler replies. He hopes Claudio can’t hear him.

“Not what I meant.” Wheeler turns to see Mox looking at him sternly.

Mox won’t leave his side while medical checks him out. Wheeler’s neck is fine, barely even bruised. He can speak, swallow, breathe without any problems. Doc Sampson’s shocked.

“You don’t even usually bleed like that,” Doc says, more to himself, in awe. “I expected a giant gash.”

“Takes after me,” Mox says, but there’s nothing behind his smile.

“Yeah, I’m used to you bleeding like a stuck pig, you lunatic,” Doc snaps back. “Stop teaching your young boy to be reckless.”

“I didn’t have to teach him anything. He did this one by himself.” Mox looks miserable in a way Wheeler’s never seen before.

They get cleaned up to the best of the doctors’ abilities, stitches and antibiotic ointment and bandages everywhere, and Wheeler tries his best not to react every time he shifts and the stupid vibrator moves around inside of him. He’d planned on taking it out as soon as possible, but with all the glass, screwdrivers, thumbtacks, and chains involved, medical swept him up before he could do anything.

“You keep an eye on each other tonight,” Doc says firmly. “I don’t like the idea of any of the ten of you being on your own tonight.”

Wheeler snickers.

“Not like that, you – gross.” Doc shakes his head. “Well, if you’re making sex jokes, you’re probably good to go. Off you get, you two heathens.” He smiles. “Take care of each other, okay?”

Mox nods solemnly and Wheeler steers him toward the bathroom. “I gotta take care of the thing,” he says, almost pleading. Now that it’s almost out, Wheeler is desperate to be rid of it.

“Oh! Oh, right.” Mox finally smiles for the first time in ages. “Jeez, I almost forgot about those.”

“Lucky you,” Wheeler laughs. “Give me a second, okay?”

Mox’s grin, while exhausted, turns a little dirty. “Need any help?”

“No, I think I can handle this.” He winks.

He feels a sense of weightless relief when he gets the damned thing out of him – finally free of the pressure. “Oh, thank god.”

“You good?” Mox asks. He fiddles with his fingers, thumbnail going to his mouth.

Wheeler nods, shoving the vibrator into his pocket after a quick clean off. He’ll do better at the hotel. “I’m good,” he says. “Let’s go back to the hotel.” He smiles. “And maybe call Adam and Matt?”

Mox shrugs distracted. “Okay.”

He barely speaks until Wheeler walks him to the shower. He thinks maybe the water will shake him from whatever’s going on in his head, but he doesn’t speak.

Wheeler waits to speak until the water’s the right temperature, and steps in. “Mox,” he says gently. “Come on. It’s okay.”

Mox steps in. “It’s not,” he says. “It’s my fault it isn’t.”

“It’s not your fault,” Wheeler says again, leaning back as Mox runs his hands through his bloody hair. “Stop beating yourself up.”

“It is,” Mox insists. He’s so gentle with the way he scrubs the shampoo into Wheeler’s scalp. Too gentle. “I should have – it should have been me there.”

“You’ve already been choked out by Hangman,” Wheeler murmurs. “My turn.”

“Shouldn’t’ve been,” Mox says.

Wheeler turns around to steady Mox by the shoulders. “This is part of the job,” he insists. Mox won’t meet his eyes. “Baby. Stop freaking out.” He grabs Mox’s hand and rests it on his throat. “Look. Your hand has been here a hundred times.” He grins at the way Mox relaxes. “I’ve been there before.”

Mox nods, stroking the slightly tender skin of Wheeler’s throat. “You ask me to, though,” he says quietly. “You didn’t ask them.”

“Didn’t I?” Wheeler laughs. “I mean, we agreed to a Blood and Guts match with a man named the Hangman.”

Mox laughs lightly, the stress melting from his forehead. “You’re hurt, though.”

Wheeler shrugs, brushing a thumb underneath “I’m always hurt.”

Mox lets it go, though, and the two of them wash the blood, sweat, and glass off their skin slowly. They had traded off on pulling the thumbtacks and larger glass shards out of each other’s skin earlier. Now it’s just the runoff, showering until the water runs clear and the sting is gone. Wheeler checks the brand of the hotel shampoo.

“Smells good,” Wheeler says, setting it next to his bag once they’re out of the bathroom and dried off. “I’m stealing it.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not really stealing, but okay,” Mox says. He sits on the bed with the towel around his waist, stretching himself out. “So.”

Wheeler laughs. “Already? Really?”

“We showered and you were naked near me,” Mox says, like it’s an explanation.

Wheeler rolls his eyes. “Aren’t we supposed to be meeting Matt and Adam?”

“No,” Mox says, folding his arms behind his head. “They fucked you up earlier. I get you all to myself tonight.”

Wheeler forces a pout and tries for boo-boo eyes. “Is this you being jealous or being petty?”

“Yes.”

Wheeler sighs. “Get up. We’re going to go get laid.”

“We could do that right here.” Mox pats the side of the bed. “Well, okay, now I have an idea.”

Wheeler raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah.” Mox sits up. “Let’s change things up a bit. Text Adam. We’re going to their room.”

~

Adam

Adam throws his head back and laughs. “Sure, yeah, have Matt top. See what happens.”

“I could!” Matt argues. He folds his arms across his chest.

Wheeler snickers.

“Oh, shut up.”

Adam reaches out and yanks Matt toward him, kissing the top of his head. “You know who you are, baby. It’s okay.”

Matt mutters something probably bitchy and whiny, but Adam just laughs.

“Again,” Mox says, pointing at the two of them. “You and me aren’t that cute. When you’re being a bitch I just put you in a headlock.”

“How exactly is that my fault?” Wheeler asks, exchanging a glance with Adam.

Mox opens his mouth and closes it. “Fair enough, but you’re still a bitch.”

Adam nudges Matt’s arm. “I mean. If you really want to try topping.” He gestures to the bed. “Have at it. Let’s see you do it.”

“Well, now it’s a challenge.” He stops over to Wheeler. “You. Can I top you?”

Wheeler grins at him, smarmy. “You can try.”

Matt throws a defiant look over his shoulder at Adam. “Watch me.”

Adam settles into a chair in the corner of the room. “Don’t mind if I do.”

~

Wheeler

Wheeler’s sitting on the bed, looking up at a Matt Jackson who is clearly doing his best not to pout. “You gonna top me?” he asks, fighting a grin. “Then top me. Why are you just standing there?”

“I – because.” Matt says it like it means something. “I’m making you wait.”

“For what?”

“Shut up,” Matt says. There’s a bit of a bite behind it, Wheeler will admit, but it reminds him of his mom’s puppy playing with the bigger dogs next door. “Take off your shirt.”

Wheeler pulls it off over his head. “You, too.”

Mox snickers.

Matt turns around, his hair flying everywhere. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s not you,” he says. “Wheeler sucks at being dommed, is all. Tells you what to do even when he’s supposed to be following instructions.”

“Do not!”

“Do too,” Mox replies.

Wheeler turns his gaze over to Adam, who looks content and calm in the chair. He’s still dressed in his tee shirt and jeans, watching them like a half entertaining television show. It’s not enough. Wheeler’s in the mood to perform.

“Then maybe he needs something in his mouth,” Matt says. “Get, um. Go kneel.”

“Go kneel?” Wheeler asks, fighting a laugh. “What a way to ask.”

“Just do it,” Adam says. And the atmosphere of the room changes. Matt looks over at him, and Adam nods. “You got this, baby. Just stay confident.”

Matt nods. “On your knees, please,” he says, and Wheeler obliges. The carpet is plush and comfortable, and he’s glad about it for the sake of his knees.

“Alright, I’m on my knees,” Wheeler says, raising an eyebrow. “What next?”

Matt bites his lip. “I’m going to take off my pants, now. And you’re – you’re gonna suck my dick.”

“Cool,” Wheeler says. “Yeah, I can do that.”

He licks his lips almost automatically as Matt’s cock falls out of his cozy-looking pajama pants and reaches up to pull them down to Matt’s ankles. Matt looks almost confused at Wheeler’s interference.

“Aren’t I supposed to do that?” Matt asks, eyes already big and sweet. The effect is different from the new angle.

Wheeler shrugs. “Maybe I’m helping you. You can call it that, yeah?”

Matt nods. “You, um. You can. Now.”

Wheeler leans in and licks a stripe up the side of Matt’s cock, grinning at the way Matt shudders. “Oh. Oh, okay.”

“You like that?” Mox asks. Wheeler pulls back to flick his tongue at the top of Matt’s dick and sees Mox walk up behind Matt and slide his hands around Matt’s chest, trailing designs on his skin. “Tell him.”

“It’s good,” Matt mumbles, eyes fluttering closed. “I – I want my cock in your mouth now.”

Wheeler nods and sinks down, hollowing out his cheeks, and he’s pretty sure Matt’s legs would have given out under him if Mox wasn’t holding him out.

“That’s it,” Adam says. It sounds like he still hasn’t left the chair. “Keep talking, Matty. Tell him what to do. You can do it.”

“I – keep going,” Matt says, hips twitching. “Don’t stop, okay?”

“More specific, Matt,” Adam directs. “What exactly do you want?”

“You could fuck his mouth,” Mox suggests. Wheeler gives a thumbs up to cue Matt.

“Okay,” Matt says, breathy. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’m gonna fuck your mouth now, okay?”

Wheeler gives another thumbs up and relaxes his throat and jaw, ready for Matt to go nuts.

It’s a few shallow thrusts before Matt pauses. “Wait, I -I think I need to –”

Wheeler pulls off, looking up at Matt. “You okay?”

“I’m good!” Matt says, flushed high on his cheeks. “I just – I’m not very good at this.” He looks almost embarrassed. “I keep getting all wobbly, and I’m not saying the right thing. I’m trying to top and I still have two people telling me what to do.” It’s weird to see him this insecure, even after how vulnerable he was last time. Especially after he was helping Adam choke Wheeler out earlier that night.

There’s a few quiet steps behind Wheeler and Adam comes from behind and sits on the bed. “You come sit in my lap. That way you can do whatever you want without worrying about falling over.”

Wheeler’s impressed – he’s barely involved and Adam’s got control of the room. He’s suddenly reminded of the phrase “speak softly and carry a big stick,” and he can’t help but smile.

“What’s so funny?” Mox asks, hands planted on his hips. “You’re still on your knees, baby.”

“It – don’t worry about it,” Wheeler keeps giggling. “Sorry. Sorry, I’ll stop.”

“Yes, you will,” Adam says. Wheeler’s eyes snap to him.

“Damn, Cowboy, you’re really pulling out the stops tonight, aren’t you?” Wheeler teases. He shuffles so he’s right in front of Matt. “Alright, alright, I’ll take care of your boy.”

Matt sighs all pretty as Wheeler sinks his mouth down on Matt’s dick. Adam’s whispering quietly into Matt’s ear, and it’s kind of fun to watch how quickly Matt falls apart.

“I – oh, I should stop,” Matt mumbles. “Too close. Want – don’t want it to end.”

Wheeler does one last flick of his tongue as he pulls off, laughing as Matt whines a little.

“Don’t be a bitch,” Matt whines. He looks over at Mox. “I thought you were the annoying one.”

Mox shrugs. “We exchange duties.”

Matt wiggles.

“Use your words,” Adam says. “Don’t make us guess.”

Matt presses his lips together and looks around at the other three in the room. “I think Adam and Yuta should kiss.”

Mox lights up. “I like that.”

Wheeler shrugs and stands, leaning in to kiss Adam over Matt. Adam kisses good, too, deep and unyielding, thorough and intentional. Matt whimpers between them.

“Am I squishing you or something?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. No, it’s just. This is really hot.” He slides out from under Wheeler and climbs into Mox’s lap, not even giving him time to take off his clothes. “Mox, I think you should kiss me. Or fuck me. Whatever you want.”

Mox looks over to Wheeler. “Uh. That’s not what I expected.”

“You looked good tonight,” Matt says, shrugging. “And I’ve always wanted to see if you’re as good in bed as you are wrestling.”

“Well, when you put it that way.” Mox flips them, pressing Matt to the bed. “Love this whole swapping partners thing. This is fun.”

“It is,” Wheeler says. He leans down and kisses Adam again. Mox and Matt seemed to have figured themselves out pretty easily – Matt’s already squirming underneath Mox as he bites marks up and down Matt’s neck. But Adam and Wheeler keep fighting with each other, kissing like they’re trying to win a battle, and this isn’t going to work.

Wheeler pulls back. “Look, one of us is gonna have to, like, relent or something. We can’t both be in control.”

“Why not?” Adam asks, grinning. “I think I could convince you.”

“What if I convinced you?” Wheeler asks. “Get you under me, all desperate.” He grins. “I think you’d like that.”

Adam licks his lips. “Yeah?”

“Do we need to wait for the two of you to make a decision or can we fuck now?” Mox asks. He’s already got a condom on and – oh, he’s two fingers deep in Matt already.

“Looking good, Matty,” Adam says. He winks and Matt immediately turns pink.

Matt bites his lips and directs his eyes over at Adam, big and brown and sweet as hell. “Thanks.”

“Oh, you two are insufferable,” Wheeler grumbles. “Mox, please fuck Matt into be tolerable again.”

“On it,” Mox says, saluting.

Adam and Wheeler find themselves a bit distracted, watching as Mox slowly pushes into Matt with incredible concentration. Matt’s face is blissful, angelic. Wheeler might be able to be convinced Matt’s not a total diva in real life.

“You know what?” Adam says softly. “Yeah. I could try that.” He turns to Wheeler. “You should fuck me.”

Wheeler shivers. “Jesus. I – okay. Yeah, I can do that.”

Adam looks fucking incredible as Wheeler opens him up – he takes to it more easily than Wheeler expected, pushing himself down on Wheeler’s fingers like it’s a competition.

“Turn over,” Adam demands. “I’m gonna ride you.”

“You – you are?!”

“Yeah,” Adam says. “Bottoming from the top.” He winks at Wheeler and it’s disarming enough that he gets a chance to flip Wheeler over.

“This is a great idea, yeah.” Wheeler grins. “Fuck, yeah.” He flops back against the pillows, and finds himself nose to nose with Matt. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Matt says, smiling. “Hey, Mox? That looks fun. I wanna ride you, too.”

“How is Hangman in charge of all four of us?!” Mox asks. Adam shoves him down on the bed next to Wheeler.

“Because you three are super annoying and need someone in charge, apparently,” Adam replies. “Wheeler, you good?”

Wheeler nods, finishing up the condom. “Yeah, fuck. I’m good.”

Adam gives him this searing look, something that lights Wheeler up from the inside. “Hold on tight.”

“Isn’t it save a horse, ride a cowboy?” Wheeler asks, trying to act like his vision isn’t whiting out as Adam sinks down on his dick. “This – fuck – this feels backwards.”

“Well a cowboy’s gotta ride, right?” Adam winks, and Wheeler thinks this might be even better than last time. He’d never say that to Matt, of course, but there’s something to be said about being inside someone who has this level of confidence.

Mox turns to him. “Hey, babe. Weird, isn’t it?”

“What’s weird?” Wheeler asks. He decides to settle his hands on Adam’s strong thighs where they bracket around his own waist.

“I dunno. This.” He gestures to all of them. “You know. Choked you out a few hours ago, now you’re fucking him. We live a weird life.”

“Can you focus attention on me?” Matt asks. “Not to be a brat or anything, but you’re supposed to be fucking me, not, like.” He wrinkles his nose, stilling. “Commentating with your boyfriend.”

Mox sighs. “Well then. How’s your back?”

Matt tilts his head. “Fine. Why?”

Wheeler watches, impressed, as Mox stands up with an arm around Matt’s back and shoves him up against the wall.

“That’s why,” Mox says, voice low and dangerous.

“Alright then,” Adam says as Mox rails Matt quite directly into oblivion. “If they’re gonna go with that.”

Wheeler’s vision actually does white out this time as Adam works his hips to ride Wheeler madly. He has an image of a wild stallion. “Fuck,” he whimpers. “Oh, my god.” He reaches his hand up and wraps it around the back of Adam’s neck to yank him down for a kiss. It’s more like a desperate, open mouthed press. Wheeler fucks up into Adam as best he can, but it’s more like he’s holding on for the ride.

“Fuck,” Adam mutters. “Fuck, I get bottoming now.”

Wheeler reaches his hand between them and watches, fascinated, as Adam fucks up into the circle of his fingers and grinds back down on Wheeler’s dick. He comes for the third time that night, hard and intense and so fucking good he almost cries. He feels more than sees or hears Adam come, clenched around his cock, and Wheeler’s entire body is an exposed nerve. Too much, too good, too hot, too intense.

And then Adam rolls off of him, and he relaxes.

“Holy fuck,” Adam says. “Matty, you good?”

Matt lets out a nonsensical strain of syllables, and Wheeler watches him come, head thrown back and hair everywhere.

“Good,” Adam says.

Wheeler wonders if he blacked out or something. “Did he say any actual words?”

“No, but that’s what he sounds like when he’s well fucked,” Adam says, waving it off. “I think I understand the whole bottoming thing. Two thumbs up.” He does so, but it’s almost as weak as Orange Cassidy’s.

“Is that a compliment?” Wheeler asks, turning over to grin at Adam. “I made you like bottoming?”

“I didn’t dislike it before or anything,” Adam says, putting his arms behind his head. Wheeler’s eyes are stuck on how big it makes his arms look. “I just didn’t get it, you know?” His eyes close. “I get it now.”

“Yeah, yeah, Yuta’s got a magic dick. We know.” Mox jumps in bed next to Wheeler, burying his face into his chest.

Matt walks around the bed to curl into Adam’s side, mirroring Mox.

“You’ll never bottom again with that one.” Wheeler nods at Matt.

“I could try!” Matt says. It’s almost closer to a whine. “I did okay tonight.”

“You did a great job following my instructions on how to top,” Adam corrects, pressing a kiss to the top of Matt’s somehow still great hair. “You’ll get there.”

Matt lets out a contented sigh, and throws an arm over Adam to rest on Wheeler’s stomach and tangle with Mox’s fingers. It’s sweet. It feels right.

“I think I’m getting used to this,” Wheler says, frowning.

“Is that a bad thing?” Matt asks.

Wheeler thinks for a second. He’s warm and cozy, safe. He got choked out by one of them men he just fucked, and he trusted him.

“No,” Wheeler decides. “It’s good.”

They’re almost asleep, when Mox has to ruin it.

“Hey, how many times did Adam come?” he asks.

Wheeler blinks. “I don’t kn-“

“Twice,” Matt answers. “What about Wheeler?”

“I’m right here!”

“Twice,” Mox says. “Huh. Looks like we’re tied.”

Adam and Wheeler groan in tandem.

~

Mini Playlist (I should write a formal apology for this one): Good Vibrations - Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch Good Vibrations - The Beach Boys Vibrate - Petey Pablo Shake It - Metro Station

[exhaslo]

Hello!!! I LOVE your writing!!! I was wondering, since all I have seen is people request Miguel oneshots, could you do a Grimmjow one? I saw some in your kinktober and fell in love!!!!

Maybe something where like good girl likes bad boy troupe at college and whatnot. Where Grimmjow wants to keep his relationship with you a secret but when he and the reader spend alone time in his dorm he has the reader screaming his name and everyone finds out?

If you do write this request, thank you!!!!

Haha, thank you! Miguel is still super popular and I am head over heels for that man, but here me out, fam. The next season of Bleach, our boy GRIMMJOW RETURNS!!!

Be sure to see a wave of smut and requests come in for that fine, insane man~

Also, so sorry this was late! I'm still trying to catch up to last month's requests!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, cockwarming, overstimulation

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No one would believe that anyone from the famous Espada gang would settle down. Each one of them were horrible gang members and trouble makers throughout the campus; they only settled with one night stands or anyone from their gang.

Grimmjow seemed like one of them, but in fact, he was the exception. The Sexta Espada had a dark secret. Grimmjow had fallen in love with the sweetest and most angelic girl in school, you. You were his polar opposite, and Grimmjow loved tainting you.

The moment you both crossed paths, Grimmjow only sought you out as another one night stand. He used his usual antics to get close to you; flirting, pressuring, anything to get into your pants, but you proved otherwise.

You always saw the best in everyone, including Grimmjow. Your sweet personality ended up causing Grimmjow to question his decision. You easily fell in love with Grimmjow, but Grimmjow was feeling bad about fooling you.

Eventually, Grimmjow was swayed by you and wanted to know more about you. He wanted to keep this a secret, so he met with you privately. Grimmjow loved your presence. He loved how innocent you were and how delicious it would be to taint you.

"Grimmjow, I need to go to class, hehe." You giggled as his arms stayed around your waist.

"Just another minute. You can miss one class," He whispered, landing gentle kisses against your neck, "Let me show you a good time, (Y/N), it won't hurt." He hummed.

"But my grades-"

"Are higher than everyone else in this damn college. You could easily make it up," Grimmjow smirked as he nibbled against your ear, "We've been datin' for two months. Let me reward you for dealin' with me~" He said with a dark chuckle.

You huffed your cheeks out, glancing at his lustful eyes. You wouldn't lie if his swords didn't make you wet. You had been eager for this moment, wanting to have Grimmjow sweep you off your feet. You just felt like you were doing something wrong.

"A-Are you sure...we can?" You whispered, covering your face slightly.

Grimmjow's smirk widen as he pulled you closer, gripping your ass in response.

"My entire dorm is empty right now. I'll be quick so you won't miss your next class, or when the next person comes in." He said sweetly, knowing how easily you gave into him.

"Okay,"

Grimmjow felt like he won the lottery. Holding his precious, innocent girlfriend's hand, Grimmjow led you to his dorm. He wasn't lying when he said it was empty. Taking you to his room on the sixth floor, Grimmjow made sure to lock the door.

Grimmjow didn't even hesitate to have his hands roam your body. You whined softly as he lifted you on the bed, trembling from anticipation.

"Keep shaking like that and I'll make sure you don't go to your next fucking class," He said with a low rumbling groan.

You could only feel your cheeks grow hotter as Grimmjow started to kiss you roughly. His tongue forcing its way inside your mouth, battling your tongue for an easy dominance. You attempted to grip his ripped shirt, wanting to catch your breathe.

Grimmjow had always given you rough kisses, claiming that he enjoyed your blissed out expression, but this was something more. Panting heavily as Grimmjow broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, you saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good, babe," He said with another groan, already removing your shirt.

"T-Try to take it slow, please?" You begged softly. Grimmjow proceeded to kiss your neck as his hands grouped your breasts,

"If you keep beggin', I just might."

You shivered at his words, moving your neck to the side to give him more access. The anticipation was making your panties soaked. Gasping, you whimpered a soft moan as Grimmjow undid your bra and started to pinch against your nipples.

"Fuck, you even sound sexy,"

You were bitting your lip as Grimmjow started to suck and play with your breasts. You raised your hips slightly, wanting some friction. Grimmjow resisted a chuckle as he pressed his hips against yours, grinding against your clothes cunt in a deep and rough pace.

"G-Grimm~ G-Grimmjow!" You pleaded, moaning softly as you felt your core burn hotter.

"Fuck, babe. I gotta fuckin' prep you for my dick but you're makin' this difficult." Grimmjow hissed, spreading your legs wider as he rutted against you, "Do you want me to break ya?"

"M-Maybe?" You whimpered, undoing your belt for him.

Grimmjow was cussing mentally as he watched you take off your pants. Oh, how he was going to enjoy fucking the angel of the college. Everyone had wanted to get a taste of you and here he was, about to fuck the life out of his precious girlfriend.

"Fuck," Grimmjow cussed as he stared at your soaked panties, "Just for me." His smirk widen.

You felt embarrassed as Grimmjow started at your pussy. You glanced away, but gasped softly as he pulled you in for another kiss. This time, he was sweeter as he took off your underwear. You squirmed at the cold air, but it immediately faded as Grimmjow's hands started to rub your clit.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow~" You cried out, feeling your core about to burst.

"Already? How fuckin' slutty," Grimmjow chuckled lowly as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit harsher, "Does my lil girlfriend wanna cum that bad? Haven't even gotten to the main course and yer about to cum already, so naughty."

Feeling your vision blur as you orgasm, you moaned his name loudly. His words had stirred something within you, making you burst and shake in pleasure.

"Now, now, what a bad girl. Imma hafta punish ya," Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he took his pants off.

You whimpered lowly as Grimmjow spread your legs wider. His fingers entered your hole, causing you to cry and moan. He had two fingers pump into your tight gummy walls, prepping you for the main course. You trembled as you felt your core burn up again as your pussy convulsed around his fingers.

"G-Grimm, r-right t-there-" You stuttered, moving your hips to his thrusting figners.

"Awe, gonna cum again? Well, not yet, baby." Grimmjow chuckled as he took his fingers out and licked them clean, "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet."

"G-Grimmjow! P-Please~" You begged, moving your own hands to your clit. Grimmjow took you hands away and held them above your head,

"Tsk, tsk, I'm treatin' ya today. Now, be a good fuckin' girl and don't move." He said with a groan.

You arched your back in response as Grimmjow started to poke his tip against your folds. Your eyes widen as he slowly pushed in, stretching you out. You whined and whimpered, shaking from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Shh, just relax," Grimmjow cooed in your ear before kissing you sweetly.

Normally, he would have just quickly fucked all prior girls, but you were different. Grimmjow wanted to keep you forever. He truly loved you and was afraid that you would leave him one day because of his attitude and reputation.

Honestly, you deserved so much better than him. Which made this all the more fun for Grimmjow to have you as his.

"G-Grimm~" You moaned as his dick kissed your cervix.

Grimmjow glanced down at your blissed out expression, drinking in every minute of it. He kept your legs spread as he stayed pinned against your poor, aching pussy. It was difficult for him to stay still. You were sucking his dick so much, begging for movement.

"Yer makin' this hard, babe." Grimmjow hissed as he returned to your breasts.

It was cute how you tried to move, whining and begging for him. This was so deliciously out of character for you. Grimmjow had finally tainted you, making you his. Of course, he was going to enjoy every moment of you begging for his dick. The school's angel, crying out to be fucked by one of its devils.

Grimmjow made sure to make you wait, just as long as he did. After a few minutes, you were fucked out and nearly drooling for movement. Your pussy was burning as it kept sucking Grimmjow's dick and soaking the bedsheets under them.

"So fuckin' wet, babe. I think yer finally ready, are ya?"

"Yes! P-Please, Grimmjow!"

"Please what?"

"P-Please, fuck me." You cried, reaching out for him, "R-Ravish my pussy with your dick."

"Fuck, you're such a good fuckin' girl to me," Grimmjow hissed before kissing you again.

You gasped and moaned into the kiss as Grimmjow finally started to slap his hips against yours. The emptying feeling before he bottomed out, made you cum again instantly. Moans were escaping your moan louder and louder the more he shoved his cock inside you.

Honestly, you felt fucked out already and cock drunk. All you wanted was to keep feeling his dick pound against your sweet spot, filling you up with each thrust. You swore you could feel stars as you kept squeezing him for more.

"Yer not lettin' go of me, ha," Grimmjow chuckled as he gripped your waists tightly, "Want me to really taint this pretty pussy of yours?"

"Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You begged, your words started to slur.

"Look how fucked dumb you are already, screamin' my name out like a horny slut. Fuck," Grimmjow winced as he felt his high approaching, "Fuck, I fuckin' love ya, (Y/N). I just wanna stay like this forever, you in my embrace," He hissed lowly.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow!" You moaned, reaching another orgasm. Your body was starting to shake from overstimulation.

"That's right. Yer mine." Grimmjow hissed as he coated your insides white, "Remember that."

Pulling out slowly so he could admire his work, Grimmjow chuckled as you shook from the cold. His cum dripping out of your drenched and abused pussy while it clenched for air. Stroking your cheek, Grimmjow pecked your lips before he carried you into his private bathroom,

"See, yer still good for yer next class.." He said with a chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his next, shyly glancing away,

"E-Enough...for another...r-round?" You whispered. Grimmjow just did a u-turn to his bed,

"What a naughty girl," He chuckled, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Ya know that yer gonna be even more sensitive this time around right? Yer body will break."

"I-If it's you...I don't mind." You said, covering your face.

Grimmjow groaned as he pounced on you, making sure that you were really late for your next class. He fucked you so much that you ended up fainting, but boy, were your screams so delicious. Once he finally filled you, Grimmjow lazily cleaned you up and changed the bedsheets, letting you rest.

Deciding to get you some food for when you woke up, Grimmjow was frozen in place as he saw his whole floor and the rest of his gang outside his dorm. Quickly, he shut the door, wanting to hide you from them.

"Could you have made her scream any louder? What were you doing, torturing the poor girl?" Szayel grumbled lowly. Grimmjow rolled his eyes,

"Can't have a good fuck? Shit man, I'm starving, lemme go eat." He hissed, locking his dorm.

"Awe, we can't have a taste?" Nnoirta said with a dark chuckle. Grimmjow grabbed him by the collar,

"I'm claiming this one." He hissed.

Shoving Nnoirta to the ground, Grimmjow hurried to get you some food and muscle relaxers. He had to protect you from his gang. You were too innocent for them, hell, you were too innocent for Grimmjow. You just got fucked unconscious because of him.

Sighing softly as Grimmjow found a private spot, he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he found someone just for him.

Someone he truly loved.

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Woohoo, hope you liked it!!! Sorry that this was so late again!

But don't be afraid to request more Grimmjow or even any other characters!

[witchofhimring]

Family tensions (short fic)

Pairings: Tamlin x Reader, Feyre x Rhysand, Nyx x OC (Tamlin and Readers daughter)

Synopsis: Your daughter Tamar is mated to Rhysandss son Nyx.

Warnings: family tensions

Despite your insistent that this was in fact not the end of the word Tamlin still insisted this was the worst thing to happen. 'Have those Illyrian rats not taken enough from me!' Following your husband up the flight of stairs, you attempted to convince him that Tamar might just love Nyx. Of course you did not fully blame him. Given his past with the Night Court and its ruling lord and lady one could understand. You were torn between wanting to protect your husband and look out for Tamara. 'Perhaps we should talk to Tamar first?' Tamlin turned around. 'That is exactly what I intend to do!'

Unfortunately, the pair of you had horrible timing. Because when the door to Tamara's room was opened it was not just your daughter there, but Nyx.

Tamlin looked ready to pass out. There his daughter and Nyx were, Tamara on his lap reading a book. The moment they realized who had walked in both jumped up. 'What is this!?' Behind Tamlin came you. 'Hello Nyx.' You said politely. Oh dear. Nyx's blue eyes went back and forth between Tamara and Tamlin.

'Father, this is Nyx.' Tamara, looking unrepentant, stared defiantly at her father. It occurred to you that Tamara did not know the whole story between your families. Perhaps you should have been more forthcoming. 'Tamara dear, could we talk about this in private?' You gave Nyx a tremulous smile. 'Yes. Boy, leave.' Nyx ignored your husband. Placing himself protectively before Tamara, Nyx drew himself to his full height. 'Tamlin calm down. Nyx could you go to your parents and speak to them about this?' It was best to deal with this diplomatically. Tamlin was mostly calm these days. Years had passed since you last saw him so angry.

'Nyx. You go and I will deal with my father.' Tamara placed a hand on Nyx's shoulder. 'Are you sure.' Nyx seemed unwilling to go. 'I will be fine. You being here will make things harder. Go back to your parents.' Reluctantly Nyx left, only when he was sure Tamara was safe. Against your will, you liked him for that.

'You were where!?' His father was leaning forward on the armchair of the throne. Nyx stood before his parents in the throne room. Empty except for them three of them, Nyx was wondering just how well this would go. His father had no love for the Lord of the Spring Court. To heard that his son was courting that lords daughter might just send him.

'Is that where you have been.' His mother sat on the throne. Rhysand looked towards his wife. 'You knew?' 'No my love. I had no idea where Nyx was. But our son is nearly grown now. Should he not be allowed to chose who he loves?' Feyre, although not having ever fully forgiven Tamlin, was of a mixed mind. She did not know his eldest child well. But the few times they met Tamara had been polite. And if this had been going on for years then perhaps this was not a hasty decision. Rhysand had no such debates. In this mind this was terrible. Under no circumstances was he to be in laws with Tamlin of all people.

'I do love her father.' Rhysand raised an eyebrow. 'And what if this is a plot?' Both Feyre and Nyx looked shocked. 'Father-you can not mean-) Nyx spluttered. 'Tamara is true to me. And Lord Tamlin was nearly red with rage and-'Rhysand raised a hand. 'I'm sorry, he was what?' 'Furious. I doubt Lord Tamlin will agreed to this marriage.' Suddenly Rhysand smiled, eyes lighting up. Suddenly this marriage seemed like a terrific idea. 'Furious was he.' Rhysand was starting to think this marriage was not such a bad idea.

The idea that Tamlin might be furious over this possible marriage made the idea of uniting their families seemed a splendid idea. Rhysand nearly giggled himself sick with delight. Feyre told him he best behave. Especially since a month later they were invited to the Spring Court. Tamlin did not greet them. Feyre had never met Lady Y/n, but she had been polite, although warry. Feyre could understand why. If it had been the other way around she might be hesitant. Yet Y/n was polite and soon they were in the tea room. Feyre could not believe how different this place looked. Everything was so tidy and had a homely feel to it. Cakes and eat were placed on marble tea tables. Conversation was slightly stilted, Y/n seemed careful of every word she said. And that was when Tamlin entered. Feyre's hands clenched with anxiety. While Y/n was courteous Tamlin might not show the same restraint. Taking a seat, Tamlin kissed his wife on the cheek.

It was mostly Feyre and yourself talking. Despite your apprehensions she seemed nice enough. On the other side sat Tamlin and Rhysand sitting in stony silence. Tamlin seemed to be looking anywhere else but Rhysand, and Rhysand's mouth was placed in a frown. While the mothers seemed quite happy to chatter amongst themselves, the fathers looked like to smack each other. You prayed this would go well.

that was when Nyx and Tamara entered.

Notes: I plan to make more fics for this concept. This is kind of shorter than I would have liked but oh well. As I wrote this on a whim future fics might be slightly different. Hope you liked it! 💕

[targayrenss]

A Dance With Dragons (II) -Daemon Targaryen

pairing:Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Oc

Content: Incest, Age-Gap,Angst

••••

Daemon turned out to be an excellent husband, in the first days I doubt a little about his choice, remembering having heard various conversations between his mother and father about his rebellious uncle.

They described him as a cruel man who could not be trusted, he thought it was silly when he was only attentive, kind, and affectionate with her.

She waited until she had the sixteenth day of her name to take her to the marriage bed, some time later her first son, Gaemon Targaryen, was born, who Jocelyn considers to have a great resemblance to her uncle Aemond of young.

Just a year later Matarys arrived who was born with her mother's dark hair but the rest was all her mother, although she wouldn't admit it out loud she was a little disappointed that none of her children got Velaryon skin tone.

And now she was expecting another child

Something in her screamed that she would be a girl, even her husband thought the same.

She watched as her sons trained with her father, and she thought that she had made the right decision.

With the passage of time she only received ravens from her brothers, especially from Luke, apparently Daemon's daughters hated her as well as her mother, it hurt her to admit it but she had cried like a child when she read Those words.

After the death of her father, her mother remarried Harwin Strong, the real father of her brothers, he bothered her until she cried with anger but she also felt happy because her mother was finally happy with a man she did love. .

"My princess, a raven has arrived from King's Landing." Jocelyn thanked the old servant girl and took her paper into her hands.

Vaemond Velaryon was questioning the legitimacy of her siblings, and her mother was asking for her support in reaffirming Jacaerys' inheritance.

“Enough fighting, little dragons!” Jocelyn approached her children, “I'll have them run a bath, they're covered in sand.

Jocelyn called one of her ladies, asking her to take her children to her rooms, when she was finally alone with her husband she handed over her paper.

Daemon looked at it curiously before reading it.

—She expects us to support her after her horrible words, I don't think so

"My sweet husband, I won't do it for her, it's for my brothers." The young woman took her husband's hands, caressed them, feeling the hardness of her hands.

—Jacaerys Driftmark heir, I will be queen, and I will give Luke Dragonstone

Daemon thought about it, stared into his wife's eyes and knew he wasn't going to win this.

"Then we will go to King's Landing."

-Thanks my love

Jocelyn placed a small kiss on her lips, Daemon rubbing Jocelyn's large belly lovingly.

—I suppose that it will do the children good to know the red fortress

Due to her condition they had to sail instead of riding on the back of her dragons, Jocelyn remembered her father throughout the trip.

When they arrived they were not surprised that someone was not waiting to greet them, Daemon was furious and Jocelyn had to calm him down until they reached the king's room.

When Jocelyn entered she felt that she could vomit, she smelled of death, her children also noticed it but she asked them to ignore it.

"Grandpa." Jocelyn walked over to stand right next to the king's bed.

"Alice, is that you?"

Jocelyn and Daemon looked at each other with concern.

—It's Jocelyn, grandpa, Daemon is here too

"Daemon? oh Daemon, my brother." Viserys began to sob.

-Hello brother

He could see the anger, the worry, the sadness in Daemon's eyes.

-It has been so long

—I know, grandfather, we are very sorry not to visit you in these last years, we were afraid that we would not be well received after all.

—Apparently we are not, my wife and children were not greeted by anyone upon arrival

Jocelyn rolled her eyes.

"Children? Oh, what good news." They both took it as a good sign to introduce his children.

Jocelyn took Gaemon into her arms while Daemon carried Matarys.

—He is Matarys—Daemon pointed to his son in his arms—And he is Gaemon—Jocelyn caressed her son's cheek.

—Oh, but look how sweet boys will become great men, what is our future king?

Jocelyn brought Gaemon closer to the king.

—I can see it, he will be a great king

After Viserys had a coughing fit they had to withdraw.

They went directly to their chambers, none wishing to meet anyone.

[dollcherray]

.⋅♡ ARMY DREAMERS ♡⋅.

✮⋆˙ Smg3 x reader who didnt go back to normal after meme rehab

✮⋆˙ Request: Hello! can i request smg3 x reader who wasnt able to get back to normal when they were back from the meme rehab?

✮⋆˙ Notes: lost the request:( but here ya go anon who requested me! (if your even seeing this), reader was sent to the meme rehab along with smg4, also, this is just a funsie little thing i was doing before the hiatus and i got some time to finish some quick writing, requests are still not open, sorry little sillies 😭🫶🏼 this is short and not proofread.

✮⋆˙ Type: Angst/comfort, Headcanons, romantic.

✮⋆˙ Song: Army dreamers - Kate Bush

♡ First things first: he felt guilty to send you to the meme rehab with SMG4, i mean, he loves you so much but your obnoxious "memeing" was starting to annoy and disrupt the others and his works, so he hesitantly throwed you into the back of the bus with SMG4, even if his gut feeling was saying not to.

♡ He felt so guilty for sending you into the rehab, he greatly regrets it, he wished he never made his decision and that he listened to his gut feeling, because you would have been okay, but no, of course he had to make the stupid decision to send you to that godforsaken place.

♡ SMG3 blames himself so much for how you are now, he cant forgive himself for 'destroying your happiness', the worst part to him is that the last time he saw your normal self was when he was 'mad" at you, SMG3 just wants everything to go back to normal, this boy is so so sad please someone give him a hug </3

♡ He would try to get you back to normal with his meme powers with SMG4 (who was forced to) but when that doesn't work, he tries to re-teach you about memes and etc to see if you can get back to normal.

♡ Talkin' about SMG4 he is secretly mad that the "degenerate" could get back to normal and you didnt, SMG3 probably contemplated either to steal the blue boy's meme lobe to put in your brain.

♡ It was so weird to him, and horrible at the same time, your sweet and caring touch suddenly turned into a robotic and cold one, no display of emotions other than cold ones, like you were truly a robot.

♡ Although you are this monotone robotic self, he still loves you, he has hopes one day you'll go back to your "normally fun" self, so you can make him smile again, so he can finally take the guilt off his chest.

♡ We dont talk about the doctor... let's say he is at another location... 5 different locations to be more precise, how lucky.

♡ SMG3 would sometimes try to get Mario to do his weird shit to see if it can actually pop something in your mind, but he stops doing it since he finally sees how stupid it sounds, he's just desperate, he wants to get you back to normal!!!

♡ The crew tries helping him by trying to show some memories of you before going to rehab, videos, photos, anything, but sadly, it was another failed attempt.

♡ The crew sometimes tries to comfort him by trying to tell and show him that it wasn't really his fault, and if anything it was more the crew's fault for bringing that idea in the first place, but no matter how much they would try to prove he's innocent, he always mentally judges himself.

♡ Well, seems like he'll have to try and re-teach everything to you, but don't worry, he'll be patient for you, oh god how he wishes he would have yanked you off that bus the moment his gut feeling told him to.

♡ "tell your baby, that i'm your baby"

[thelikesoffinn]

Hello Finn 🪻 I have a question about Astarion and I really enjoying your Analyse so I hope you can help me! And sorry if my Englisch is weird but it is not my mother tongue so it a bit hard but anyway my question is: Is astarion regret killing Cazador? Because I watch a let's play and there the Player just finished the Cazador Story and Astarion seemed very sad and back in camp he said that it is stupid to think about him despite the death and now I'm confused. So is he regretting? Thank you 😊

Hello there, sweetheart!

So first of: Please don't worry. English isn't my native either, so I totally get it!

And then to your question:

I don't think regret is the issue here, no.

His mood after Cazador's death is far from the happy "I'M FINALLY FREE!"-attitude one might expect and that is based on a thousand factors at once.

Before even getting to Cazador, he was faced with a very harsh truth about his own dealings - seven thousand harsh truths. So he's burdened by that. He's faced down his abuser only to be mocked further. He was, once again, confronted with the very true possibility of death. His life was, once again, in someone else's hand for a short moment. He had to fight, and he had to make a huge decision right there after.

There's a lot happening in a very short amount of time, a lot he has to deal with, and he's probably shocked, overwhelmed, and panicked. But that isn't even all.

Astarion is mourning, too.

He's not mourning Cazador, the man that tortured and abused him for so many years, no. He's mourning himself.

Astarion mentions it himself at various points in the game, but he was in the prime of his life when he was turned.

He was a very young elf, only 39, when a group of Gur attacked him and beat him to deaths door over a decision he'd made as magistrate. He was only 39 when he was forced to choose between becoming a spawn or dying a horrible, unfair death.

And no man is an island - Astarion might've had family or friends, pets or even lovers. He probably had plans for himself, goals he wanted to achieve and places he wanted to see. He had an entire life to live, a life he was forced to abandon because someone else made it necessary.

He's mourning that, the man he never got to be, and the things he'll never be able to regain. He's mourning all the pain he had to endure in his second life, the things he had to face under Cazadors reign and all that it cost him.

He's mourning everything - what was, what is and what could never be.

But why is he mourning? He's free now, right? He can now do the things he always wanted to. He even got his revenge, so he should be fine, right?

Well...wrong. That is not how trauma; how healing works and that is the reality he's now faced with.

Those who've faced abuse often live with a "Once I get there" mindset. It's a very normal way of trying to cope, of trying to hold on and keep going. They tend to cling to the idea that once they get to a certain point or achieve a certain goal, they'll be fine.

Once I can move out, I'll be fine.

Once I graduate, I'll be free.

Once I get my revenge, I'll be okay again.

People tend to think that the removal of a stressor is enough to make everything okay because that is usually how stress works. And yes, it's faulty thinking but it's completely normal and very common - I believed in it, most of my clients believe in it and Astarion very much believed the same.

I'd go as far as to say that he desperately tried to delude himself deeper into that sort of thinking. (Also very common behaviour.)

If, for example, you go and deal with Lorroakan before dealing with Cazador, we can get a tiny glimpse of that.

Dame Aylin is not as elated and happy after the battle, and Astarion notices. He comments on it, and you, as Tav, can say something along the lines of how revenge may not be all it's hyped up to be or ask him if he's worried he's going to feel the same. Astarion almost immediately draws back and denies it - it will be great, Aylin is probably just tired. His revenge will be the most amazing day of his life and super satisfying, and he'll enjoy it a ton.

Now, after his revenge, he's faced with the ugly truth. Revenge truly isn't all it is said to be.

The conversation you mention is probably the day after, the one where he wonders why he is still thinking about Cazador. Cazador is dead, and he should be done with it, but he clearly isn't.

And that is something he didn't want to see before.

Revenge doesn't magically heal him. His wounds don't suddenly disappear, and everything that happened doesn't suddenly fade to nothingness just because he finally got to kill Cazador.

It's all still there, it still hurts, and he's still not okay.

That is the thing that's hurting him, the thing that could be taken for regret.

It's not truly regret.

It's just the behaviour of a man who is still in pain after all he had to do. Who hoped he'd be cured by doing this thing - a thing that was difficult and painful and terrifying - only to be let down.

It's just Astarion, realising that healing will take time, and nothing, no revenge in all the realms, will change that.

[voxtechofficial]

AITA for refusing my so-called "friend?"

Well, hello. I have been told that this story will go out someplace called "Tumblr," where anyone can lay eyes on such a thing and like, share, argue, what-have-you. For a start, let me make clear that I am writing this only to make good on an agreement that cannot otherwise be broken. I would not be here if it weren't for a misplaced drink and a conversation with someone I know better than to speak to. Had that not occurred, it would have stayed private.

But, well, that means that it's a story for the ages, quite the exclusive one at that, and I'm glad to have the pleasure of telling it to such starved readers! Let's begin!

Once upon seven decades ago, there was a man whom I had stumbled upon. We hit it off quite quickly. I recall a certain night, where we went out drinking. He was... a fool. Drunk off power, with an upbringing far, far different than mine. He always was a messy drunk. I try not to be, but well, I simply can't help it with all this outside interference, especially from a certain somebody who appears now to lust over nothing more than drawing private happenings out of—

Ah, the "moderator" thinks I should get back on topic. Very well then, since we all know how good the moderator is at "moderation."

It was then that I began to notice things about him that... perturbed me. He always seemed callous to most everyone, yet he clung to me. Why, we'd go on a stroll, and he'd turn away and tell someone they were nothing. I'd laugh, but then, he'd turn back to me and wrap an arm around me. It was, hm, like feeling a snake's venom bleed from your ankle to your artery, numbing your skin and filling you with the utter shock and terror that comes naturally with death.

Irregardless, he was alright enough. No friend of mine, but his attachment made negotiations simpler. Though, perhaps that was the nail in the coffin. I suppose he began to associate my business with my friendship, and invited my business into his... extracurricular affairs, with whom he decided to start a business, which is a horrible decision for any good business. I said no, of course, and he took this rather personally.

Now is where the whole foolish idea behind telling this story comes afoot. As I've said, he is a person with ignorant ideals on how people must perceive him, and as such, he hasn't gotten over my rejection of his business offer. At first, he tried to kill me, and I spared his life, and it was a fantastic spectacle! Then, he kept trying to do it, which got dreadfully boring after twenty years. I took a holiday for about a decade, but now that I've returned, he still thinks he can make me care. Or make me suffer. It's like listening to the same song over and over. How agonizing.

Well, there you have it. I've told the story, and the agreement is fulfilled.

well goddamn atp just kill me.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for refusing my so-called "friend?"

Well, hello. I have been told that this story will go out someplace called "Tumblr," where anyone can lay eyes on such a thing and like, share, argue, what-have-you. For a start, let me make clear that I am writing this only to make good on an agreement that cannot otherwise be broken. I would not be here if it weren't for a misplaced drink and a conversation with someone I know better than to speak to. Had that not occurred, it would have stayed private.

But, well, that means that it's a story for the ages, quite the exclusive one at that, and I'm glad to have the pleasure of telling it to such starved readers! Let's begin!

Once upon seven decades ago, there was a man whom I had stumbled upon. We hit it off quite quickly. I recall a certain night, where we went out drinking. He was... a fool. Drunk off power, with an upbringing far, far different than mine. He always was a messy drunk. I try not to be, but well, I simply can't help it with all this outside interference, especially from a certain somebody who appears now to lust over nothing more than drawing private happenings out of—

Ah, the "moderator" thinks I should get back on topic. Very well then, since we all know how good the moderator is at "moderation."

It was then that I began to notice things about him that... perturbed me. He always seemed callous to most everyone, yet he clung to me. Why, we'd go on a stroll, and he'd turn away and tell someone they were nothing. I'd laugh, but then, he'd turn back to me and wrap an arm around me. It was, hm, like feeling a snake's venom bleed from your ankle to your artery, numbing your skin and filling you with the utter shock and terror that comes naturally with death.

Irregardless, he was alright enough. No friend of mine, but his attachment made negotiations simpler. Though, perhaps that was the nail in the coffin. I suppose he began to associate my business with my friendship, and invited my business into his... extracurricular affairs, with whom he decided to start a business, which is a horrible decision for any good business. I said no, of course, and he took this rather personally.

Now is where the whole foolish idea behind telling this story comes afoot. As I've said, he is a person with ignorant ideals on how people must perceive him, and as such, he hasn't gotten over my rejection of his business offer. At first, he tried to kill me, and I spared his life, and it was a fantastic spectacle! Then, he kept trying to do it, which got dreadfully boring after twenty years. I took a holiday for about a decade, but now that I've returned, he still thinks he can make me care. Or make me suffer. It's like listening to the same song over and over. How agonizing.

Well, there you have it. I've told the story, and the agreement is fulfilled.

[7cakerolls]

ctto 4 the gif!

i want to know you. human!neteyam x reader (highschool AU)

what am i feeling… love or despair? (chapter three)

the next chapter may or may not have angst… u have been warned huhuhu

previous chapter…

the weekend had finally come, and you were lazing about in your room, looking at the ceiling and chewing on your lip. there had to be something to do today, besides the homework that was eating at you due to your horrible procrastination. but it could still wait a little longer, right? saturdays were not meant for homework.

suddenly kiri messaged the group chat.

keeree: guysss come over i am way 2 bored,,, let’s go to the shopping plaza downtown :-)?

that sounded interesting, so you excitedly hearted the message, letting her know you were coming. tsireya did the same soon after, meaning you would see all your friends today. you quickly got ready, not really feeling a reason to get too dressed up since you were only going to see your closest friends. you grabbed your bike and told your parents where you would be going and waved them goodbye. then you hurriedly pedaled to kiri’s home, which luckily wasn’t too far.

you saw tsireya’s car in the driveway, so you deduced that you were the last to arrive. you laid your bike on the grass and went up to ring the doorbell. lucky for you, neteyam was the one to open the door. “oh, hey (yn). my sister and tsireya are upstairs. getting ready to go?” he asked. you simply nodded and made your way in. for some reason, you didn’t expect to see him this early in the morning, especially when you were unprepared. but his face was always a pleasant sight, no matter what!

you waved hello to kiri’s parents, making sure to be polite. the youngest of the family, tuktirey, thought you were very beautiful and came up to talk to you. you were very flattered by the young girl’s words and started kindly talking with her, not knowing that her eldest brother had his eyes on you two, looking upon you both favorably. after tuk, which is what she told you to call her, decided her time with you was up and decided to go play outside with her other brother, you went up to kiri’s room, happily meeting your friends.

“heeyy… what took you so long (yn)nie?” tsireya said, being sweet as usual. “seriously!! i was so ready to leave i thought i was gonna have to teleport you over here just so we could go…” kiri said sarcastically, flopping on her bed in fake exhaustion. that girl has no patience, you swear! but you love her anyway.

“alright alright, i’m here!! we can leave now…” you said, gently pushing them out of the room. you were secretly happy that they waited on you, even if you were the last to arrive. you guys were two steps from the front door, when kiri’s mom told you all to wait just a second. “kiri, you will take neteyam with you, yes? i don’t want anything to happen to you girls out there.” it made sense that she was worried for everyone’s safety, but why did it have to be neteyam…? you swore that this was bad karma from a past life or something.

“mama… why does neteyam have to go too!! i wanted to hang out separately for once…” kiri groaned. as much as kiri whined and pleaded, both you and tsireya knew that mrs. sully wasn’t budging on her decision. “well…” you said, “i call shotgun!!”. no way you were gonna sit in the car beside him plus hang out with him at the mall! kiri would just have to suffer.

“urghhhh….” kiri complained and walked out the door. neteyam was leaning on the doorway, ushering everyone out. you knew that your face had heated up walking around him, so you kept your head down as to not alert the boy to your embarrassing reaction.

after you went out, you ran to the car and got in the front seat. you leaned your seat back a little and got comfortable, since you liked sleeping on car rides. soon, everyone else got in, with neteyam (of course…) sitting behind you. you didn’t say anything, but tsireya winked at you from the drivers seat and gave you a knowing glance. then she drove off, and you had fallen asleep.

when you woke up, you looked out the window and saw you had arrived at the shopping center. but, tsireya was no longer in the seat beside you. so you looked around and the only person in the car was neteyam. who else if not neteyam? “oh. you’re awake.” he said, looking at you through the rearview mirror.

you yawned while covering your face and stretched a bit. “yup, i am… where is everyone?”, you inquired. “they went ahead without you, and told me to keep an eye on you since you looked too peaceful to wake up. their words, not mine.” he said, shrugging. a piece of your heart crumbled when he didn’t agree with your friends’ sentiment, but it made you happy that he overall agreed to stay with you.

“oh… how sweet of them.” you said sarcastically. “well, you must be ready to go then..” you remarked while opening the door. “wait a minute.” he said, making you stop. you looked at him curiously and he quickly got out and went to open your door. “my dad told me when i was younger that he would do this at his age. now i feel bad when i don’t do it.” you beamed at him and nodded a thank you. it made your heart skip a beat, just a little, but you wouldn’t let that show to him.

as you both began walking toward the entrance of the shopping mall, it clicked that you didn’t know where your friends were, but when you checked your phone, you didn’t have service. looks like you were forced to to ask him. you cleared your throat and spoke up.

“hey neteyam, d’you have service? i don’t know where kiri and tsireya are, so could you call them?” he pulled his phone out and frowned, grunting in disappointment. “sorry (yn), looks like i don’t have any either.” crap… looks like you two were stuck by yourselves in the mall as big as the world. it was so large, they could’ve been anywhere.

“well…they must have a map somewhere. i need to pick up some things anyway.” you said, trying to be optimistic. he simply nodded and started following you. shortly after, you found the map and began going to where you needed to shop. you talked with him about everything and nothing at all, and for some reason talking to him was so easy and comfortable. you learned so many things about him, and you felt like you both had bonded a little. after thirty minutes of walking, talking, and shopping, you were tired.

“we shouldn’t spend too much time inside, so let’s quickly stop at the food court and eat, then go back to the car…” you suggested. “sure. this one’s on me.” he said. he was gonna buy you food? usually you weren’t the type to allow people to pay for you, but this seemed like an opportunity to get closer to him. you thanked him and walked up to your favorite food stall in the mall. “hi can i order (f/f) please?” you asked the cashier nicely. they nodded and told you your total, then neteyam pulled out his wallet and handed over his card, and you then thanked both of them.

you noticed that the boy hadn’t eaten, so you inquired about it. “i am not hungry.”, he curtly stated. wow… he only paid for you without complaining! he was super chivalrous and kind to you, it made you think about what a relationship would be like with him. was he kind like this to his other girlfriends? something made you want to find out more about him, and how he was when it came to love.

you absently-mindedly walked back to the car, still feeling at a loss because you didn’t get to spend time with your friends like you planned. sure, talking with and getting to know neteyam was nice, but you didn’t like him in that way, did you? the way he would do small gestures for you did make your heart flutter, like when he’d hold doors open for you, or offer to buy things for you, and tell you when the clothes you liked looked good on you. but that was just him being friendly. right?

you sat in the car in silence. after a while, you had fallen asleep listening to music you had saved to your phone, only being woken up by the loud talking and laughing of kiri and tsireya. took them long enough. “hii, (yn)nie! did you have a good time with neteyam, was he nice to you?” tsireya said loudly, and winked only for you to see. he spoke up for you, since he could tell you were still out of sorts from just waking up. “yes, we had a nice time. your friend (yn) is very fun to know.” he said that about you? did he mean it? but most of all, why did he have to say it now? your friends wouldn’t ever let you live this down.

at this rate, your feelings were quite muddled, and you weren’t quite sure what they were exactly. all you did know is that you were slowly losing yourself in your admiration for him. he was kind to you, understanding, and had a cool temper. but you had never wanted to lose yourself in love to someone else. the thought scared you originally… but getting to know him lessened the fear.

maybe…just maybe you did like the boy.

and maybe that was okay.

[that-weird-skeleton-bastard]

More psychonauts incorrect quotes?

Ford: You have any sunscreen? Milla: You can't get a sunburn from a bonfire— Ford: It's for my marshmallow ya dummy.

*****

Raz: I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t gotten arrested, let alone gotten a felony yet. Ford: Nat 20 Charisma. Raz: That is NOT how that works-

*****

Lili: I’ve only ever said ‘I love you’ to two people in my entire life: Raz and a guy in a dark club who I mistook for Raz.

*****

Ford: How would you like to live forever? bobby: I'd hate it. Shut the fuck up.

*****

Raz: Oh my Sasha . Ford: Don't you mean 'oh my god'? Raz: You worship your god, I'll worship mine.

*****

Lili: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness. bobby: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.

*****

*Sasha and Ford are texting* Sasha : Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Ford: What did they change my name to? Sasha : Chosen One. Ford: Don’t change it back. Sasha : BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Ford: I’m the chosen one.

*****

Ford: A stake to the heart won't kill a vampire if their tits are big enough. Raz: Yeah, you just catch it. Milla: Nah nah nah, deflects it. Stake? Just bounces right off. Done. Back to doing hot girl shit. Sasha : Then I just use a spear instead. Ford: You are trying so hard to kill a vampire with big bazongas, and for what? Why would you do that to the ecosystem?

*****

Ford: So I have made the decision to trust you. Raz: A horrible decision, really.

*****

bobby: Yeah, I don’t like people. Milla: Oh, well now that’s not fair bobby. Have you met all of them? bobby: I’ve met enough of them. People. What a bunch of bastards!

*****

*Raz sneezes* Lili: Raz, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! *Ford sneezes* Lili: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

*****

Raz, looking at the squad: Okay, so I need to become a therapist faster.

*****

Sasha : What do we say when life disappoints us? Raz: Called it! Sasha : No.

*****

Lili: Why are you like this?? Sasha : I used too much "No More Tears" shampoo as a kid and I haven't felt a single emotion since.

*****

Sasha : Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Raz: Actually, Lili is my favourite. Sasha : Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

*****

Milla, teaching Raz to drive: Okay Raz, what does a green light mean? Raz: Go! Milla: A red light? Raz: Stop! Milla: And what about a yellow light? Raz: If you floor it, you can make it! Milla: …No—

*****

Raz: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.

*****

Sasha : Today at 7 am, Raz poured a Monster energy drink in their coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. Ford: I watched Raz brew their coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think they ascended into the astral realm. Sasha : The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.

*****

Lili: I'm very scary. Ford: You're about as scary as a wet kitten. Lili: Wet kittens are cute, at least I've got that going for me. Ford: And small. Lili: Lili: ...Yeah, yeah. I guess.

*****

Milla: What’s wrong? You look 10 seconds away from ripping someone’s throat out. Lili: Fucking Raz and Ford were trying to invoke one of the minor gods again last night. I didn't get an ounce of sleep, thanks to their bloody chanting.

*****

Sasha : Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance.

*****

Ford: *gets a text* Oh! It’s Raz. Milla, excitedly: Did they get me the stuff? Ford: Yeah, they say they got you the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood. Milla: Wow! Where’d they find 12 gallons of fake blood? Ford: You wanted fake blood? Milla: Ford: I’ll go call Raz.

*****

Ford: Do you think different paints have different tastes? Raz: They do. Sasha: ...Why did you say that with such certainty?

*****

bobby: Anyone d- Raz: Depressed? Ford: Drained? Sasha : Dumb? Lili: Disliked? bobby: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...

*****

Lili: BEHOLD, the field in which I grow my fucks! Lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren!

[hidingoutbackstage]

Hello! I’m back to talk about Resident Evil fandom misogyny! Are y’all sick of me yet? Too bad!

I know my source for this fucking sucks (it’s ao3) but since I’ve bitched about the horrible way RE fics on ao3 are somewhat reflective of the fandom before, and bc what I saw pissed me off, I’m gonna talk about it.

And unlike some people, if y’all don’t care about it, I’m gonna put it under a cut, and NOT post my annoying ramblings in the main tag as if they’re facts and not just my interpretations and criticism of fandom wide expression

So I was thinking about making a post saying “merry yaoimas (chreon) and a happy new yuri (femslash re ship)” with the latter parantheses actually holding an re ship. But that did make me pause and think, what was the most popular femslash re ship? I know I have my favorites (claida, chamberfield, and ashuela being most prominent), but I’m also aware that those are rarepairs and probably not indicative of the fandom as a whole.

The first thing I did was go to ao3, which, again, while not indicative of the fandom as a whole, is still large and worth looking at. These three under filters should’ve been my first clue that this was going to be abysmal

8.4k m/m fics. f/f isn’t even half of that. Now, when I saw this, I was disappointed but not surprised, and I stupidly saw the F/M being more popular and thinking “Oh right cuz Leon x female reader people are annoying” (keep this in mind for like two paragraphs later)

Anyway, I filtered it to only contain f/f pairings, so I could see which pairings were the most popular, and I genuinely had no idea. After all, most of the games in the series barely have women interact at all, so like, were people shipping Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine in 2000 because they were the only two female protagonists (who had also appeared in two games), even though they’d never interacted? Did the remakes and recent movies instill people with a love for Claire x Rebecca like I enjoyed? Or did we circle back to the late 90s due to the remakes of 2 and 3 where Claire and Jill were protagonists of big re games and thus people wanted to ship them?

In my foolish decision to think about, you know the main characters of the series that spawn multiple games and are iconic staples of the series’ existence as a whole, I forgot one thing: people on the internet are horny first, and human beings second

(gonna use that pic of my dog for image compression, even though this is under a read more)

Ngl, considering that I’d made multiple posts bitching about this very phenomenon, I was more than a little peeved, and also felt dumb for having forgotten about this. So first I decided to filter out the character tag “reader” and-

Um. I mean. What I meant to say, was that I then filtered out all of the relationships that just came from re8 “fans” being horny. Then I was left with this

So out of THAT list of ten ships, only six of them were actually f/f, the most popular having 120 fics and the least popular having 38. If you don’t feel like scrolling back up, there were 3913 fics in the re tag which were tagged with f/f

So I think, generally, that Claire/Jill is the most popular re f/f ship, at least in the ao3 community. Case closed, right?

Wrong. Now I had to see if that was actually true. Because if I know one thing about re writers, it’s that they include f/f as an afterthought or some background bs to a fic focused on a m/m ship

So I counted, and I did my best to split all fics where Claire/Jill were tagged into three types: background, focused, and given equal focus between them and one or more pairings. Some didn’t really fit, like fics that were just a collection of one shots (or more commonly, collection of short smuts) but those I also left out of the Claire/Jill focused count, because they weren’t focused on them. So after going through all 141 (yup that’s really all the Claire/Jill ships there are) fics, here’s the number I ended up with

82 fics where they were the focus ship

14 fics where they were given equal focus between one or more pairings

The rest (45) were neither

Not gonna lie, I was pretty relieved to see that fics where they were the focus was more than half of the total. And as I went further back, more fics focused on Claire/Jill as opposed to having them be a background ship. Also, for fun, I checked the ratings for Claire/Jill fics

And although I didn’t cross reference, I did generally notice a lot more of the fics focused on Claire/Jill were smut first, and fluff secondarily. Most of them too were also either one chapter (complete or incomplete) or generally just short. If a fic had many chapters/high word count, Claire/Jill almost always wasn’t the main ship, and sometimes shared the spotlight with another ship.

So is this reflective of the whole fandom? No, of course not. Is this indicative of a major problem with the fandom not caring about female characters? Yeah, literally all social media is indicative of it.

It’s not like the media itself is incredibly feminist, or full of meaningful character interactions between anyone, regardless of genders, it’s just not good at it and not really trying to be. But I will say that at large, the fandom does seem to prioritize m/m relationships, platonic or romantic, over female characters existences, their relationships to men, and fuck off if you think they care about relationships between women.

I do have a separate post coming about the lack of interactions between women in the media itself, but that’s for another day

[canirove]

Bluebell | Chapter 19

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"Lindsey, hurry up, we are gonna be late!"

"Mum, relax! The polls are still open for a few more hours" she says from upstairs.

"I know, but I want to meet with the girls and have a chat!"

"You mean gossip!"

"Whatever" Mrs. Smart says, rolling her eyes.

"We'll have plenty of time, don't worry" I say.

"I know, I know. Was Rúben nervous about today?"

"A bit, yeah. I texted him earlier and he said he didn't expect my uncle to win, but..."

That's all I've been doing with him and Mason since I decided to take a step back and think about what I wanted. Share some texts here and there, ask how they are doing. We haven't had time for much else, all of us busy with our jobs.

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"And there she goes, on her way to share the latest news" Lindsey says after while we watch her mum walk towards her friends.

"Hello there."

"Declan, hi" I say. "Did you already vote?"

"Yup. And don't worry, I voted for Rúben, not your uncle."

"Thank you. Though you didn't have to tell me."

"Nah, it's ok. Did you vote?"

"I'm not allowed to yet. Maybe on the next ones."

"Shame... What about the other poll going on? Did you already decide who you are voting for?"

"The what?"

"Mase told Ben and I about... You know. You finally deciding to pick one of them."

"Oh" I say. "He told you about that."

"We are his best friends" he shrugs. "And I'm sure Lindsey knows too."

"I know that she has finally chosen someone, but not who is the lucky one. Which is very rude if you ask me."

"They deserve to know first" I say.

"And when are you telling them?"

"After all this is over and we have a new Mayor.”

It took me some time, but I've finally made my decision. I did as Mrs. Smart told me, and thought about what I wanted. About my present and my future. And there was someone who I kept seeing when thinking about those things.

"Oh, we will definitely have a new Mayor" a high pitched voice says behind me. Victoria. Has he heard everything we've been talking about?

"Hello, cousin" I say, turning to look at her. "How are you?"

"Definitely better than you. You could do with a nap and some tanning, you are so pale..."

"I've spent the whole summer working, I didn't have time to lay in the sun doing nothing. Though it isn't something I enjoy" I shrug.

"Yeah, you prefer stealing boyfriends."

"You had broken up, Victoria."

"We were on a break."

"That isn't what Rúben said."

"Whatever" she says, moving her hand way to close to my face. "Once daddy wins the elections, your happy days will be over. He's gonna do everything he can to take Daisy's from you, and I will also win Rúben back. You'll be alone and penniless. Not even that stupid bartender will want you back."

"I'm not a bartender" Mason says behind her. "And you didn't call me stupid at Barbara's 21th birthday party. In fact, you called me..."

"Shut up!" Victoria says with one of her high pitched screams.

"Wait, did you..." I say, my eyes going wide.

"Yes" Mason says.

"No!" Victoria replies. “Nothing happened, and if you ever mention it again, I will ruin your life, Mount. Daddy will close that horrible place of yours, and you will find yourself living in the streets!"

"Oh, daddy, yes. That's what you called me."

"I.... Ah!" Victoria screams, everyone around us looking at her while she disappears among the crowd.

"Mason, did you really..."

"It was actually me" Declan says.

"What?" Lindsey and I say at the same time.

"I don't know, she's always been hot. A bitch, but hot" he shrugs. "We both were very drunk, and she thought I was Mase. Since then we've kept trolling her about it because... she kind of deserves it. She's never been the nicest to us."

"Oh my God" I say, trying not to laugh.

"And did she actually call you daddy?" Lindsey asks.

"She did. And it was... Awkward. Especially knowing that she calls her father daddy too."

"Ok, this is starting to get too weird for my taste" I say. "Should we go get something to eat? I could do with some chocolate."

"Oh, that sounds lovely. Boys?" Lindsey asks.

"I have to go back to the pub, everyone is going there now to have a drink" Mason says.

"We'll take you something. Recharging is very important” I say.

"It definitely is."

"Ok, those smiles are telling me there is some inside joke going on here, and I think I don't want to know about it" Lindsey says. "We'll see you later, Mount."

"Bye, guys" he says before leaving.

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"Rúben?"

"What?"

"Are you texting him?" Lindsey asks. "You have that stupid smile on your face, the one you always have when you text him."

"I don’t have a stupid smile when I text him” I say. But I do. I know I definitely do.

"Sure... Anyway, how is our brand new Mayor doing?"

"Busy" I say, sitting down at the kitchen's table. "What is that smell?"

"My eggs Benedict. The man who is staying on room five asked for them."

"And why do they smell so bad?"

"They don't smell bad" Lindsey says, leaning over the pan.

"They smell horrible. I think… I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Oh, c'mon, don't be mean."

"I'm serious, Linds. I... I..."  I say, quickly running to the sink.

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"Here" Lindsey says, giving me a glass of water. "Did you have anything different for breakfast today?"

"No. Same as always."

"Maybe ate too fast?"

"I don't know. I was feeling ok, and suddenly..."

"You smelled my eggs, and boom" she laughs. "That was a super weird reaction. Reminded me of when my cousin Charlotte... No."

"No what?"

"Nothing, nothing. You can't be that stupid. Or can you?"

"Lindsey, I'm not following" I say, resting my head on the table.

"When you got all horny on your birthday, did you use protection of any kind?"

"I... No."

"You didn't? Oh my God, you didn't! Why?"

"There wasn't time."

"And now you can be pregnant."

"What?" I say, lifting my head so fast that everything around me starts moving.

"What I said about my cousin Charlotte... That's how she found out she was pregnant, because the smell of coffee made her sick."

"Oh... My God."

"Exactly."

"What am I going to do? Lindsey, what am I going to do if I’m pregnant?"

"We don’t know if you actually are, it may just some virus that is going around town. We have to make sure of it, and then, if it isn’t a virus... Then you need to tell them."

"But I don't know who..." I don't know who could be the father. What if he isn't the one I chose? What if they can't get along and I end up alone and with a baby? What if...

"Hey, it's ok, it's ok" Lindsey says, hugging me. "We'll figure this out, and we’ll doing it together, ok?"

"Yes" I say between sobs.

"I'm here for you. Always."

[sable-skies]

TLDR: You are so right about Voltron. And my new understanding of the shows many shortcomings resulted in a stupidly long rant where I said nothing you didn’t say already.

…

The fact that they were supposed to be found family, but ended up being co-workers 😭

My memories are admittedly a bit blurry (I refuse to rewatch it for my own sanity!)

But I so clearly remember them all being so… mean(?) to one another, especially to Lance. Both the writers and the characters usually treated him as a joke. Ouch.

I just remember them snapping at eachother alot, and I don’t think there were all that many instances where they had proper heart-to-heart conversations (not counting Keith and Shiro)

There were only of handful of instances where they all felt like friends. The Swap Moon??? Trading Planet??? -episode being one of them.

(It‘s stupid, and small. But I still fondly remember that one scene where they make noises and argue about the sound a blaster makes)

And as you said- most of them barely felt like they had relationships. Lance was generally the most connected I think; Bff with Hunk, usually played off of Coran, became Keith‘s right hand man (I think they were one of my favorite duos if I remember correctly. And I enjoyed watching them balance eachother out. Even if the Lion swap sucked.), had some moments with Pidge, and he did end up with Allura. Zero connection to Shiro though, which is weird. He‘s their OG leader after all.

And Allura. ALLURA. She always felt sidelined to me, which??? Voltron is HER FATHERS legacy?! HELLO?! I wish we had seen more of her development on screen. Her hatred of Galra (Keith dipped so quickly after finding out what he is, I wish there had been more there), losing her people (how come that came only into play much later???) it‘s just so AUGH.

Let‘s stick Keith on a space whale for character development while we‘re here. Bye Bye I guess.

The fact that they fumbled the Ball so bad when it comes to these characters and their relationships is so wild. You can LITERALLY trace all their goals, EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. back to 'wanting to find family/home'. Lover - Shiro. Parent - Pidge and Keith. Family - Hunk and Lance. Home - Allura and Coran

And the way the show was always advertised is so frustrating. Adam being the most egregious example course. But also 'Diplomat Hunk' for example. So often I remember them saying stuff like 'this character will have a bigger spotlight in future episodes'. And then they just. Didn‘t.

(The fact that they expanded the cast at the end was a horrible choice imo. They were already floundering with the core 7)

Also- I totally agree. "It doesn’t matter where I come from, who my parents are, or what they did. I am my own person! And I found my own home!" And then- half a season (?) later it‘s "I‘m going with the Blade to find out more about my mom."

Those are the kind of arcs that piss me off the most. I liked Keith before that scene, but I have to admit that this decision made me dislike him a little bit.

I get that this kind of stuff can be complicated irl, and that it isn‘t always easy to move past the 'never knew my parent' situation.

But just ONCE. I wanted a character to say that and STICK with it.

Piling onto all that the fact that they always stuck the paladins with clearly established relationships together obviously didn‘t help. You are so right for everything you said. I didn’t even realise how many thoughts I had about the show.

I can‘t wait for you to tear it into pieces sometime in the future. It‘ll be cathartic I‘m sure.

SHAKING YOUR HAND I LIKE UR MAGIC WORDS FUNNY ANON

Honestly it would probably be better if I never did touch it again but alas, I'm a spiteful creature who loves getting angry so when I get the chance to I leap like a damn frog. Also I've never seen season 8, I was so completely out of the series by the time it came out that I never even bothered. One day I'm gonna watch it. One day.

YOURE RIGHT THO I'm gonna admit this: I disliked Pidge heavily for awhile because I thought she was so damn mean and given her history of not giving a shit about anyone other than her family i was like "yeah i hate you now" not anymore i think, she'd probably land a solid 5 on a 10 scale for me nowadays but man. Man.

THE BLASTER SCENE IS SO ICONIC BECAUSE IT FELT SO GENUINE!! I think they tried too hard to replicate some of that earlier magic in later seasons but it all just. fell flat on its face. like a pug with bad coordination. it's so embarrassing now looking back.

I THINK I REMEMBER DIPLOMAT HUNK OH MY GOD. smashing my head into a wall AHUAHGHGHAHH this show is gonna give me brain damage im so MAD. all of it is so. BLOWS UP BLOWS UP BLOWS UP!!!!!!!

oh dude i cannot even remember the human characters they introduced in season 7(?), which ever one it was. like i remember griffin because he got into a fight with keith but thats about it. the rest of them are literally cardboard cutouts of people. and i hate how the garrison was handled, i wish they were a bit more morally grey but shrugs yknow. whatever WRITERS. hnrn.

I understand the value of family, but man sometimes water is thicker than blood and I think its important to show that!! let these kids be friends with each other and find the home theyre missing in each other!!!! WRITERS WHEN I GET YOU-

i enjoy your thoughts about the show as well!! its rather nice to reflect back on it and spit some venom with others who also hate that damn thing. my therapist would be so happy with this i think. (i should email her)

One Day. One day its gonna happen.

[whumpster-fire]

Today in my journey of rereading the Redwall series: Salamandastron.

This is definitely another one in the "In a world where racism is objectively true" category. Look I know Urthstripe the Strong's overpowering anger towards vermin to the point of endangering himself and sometimes his allies is sort of portrayed as a character flaw, but when your narrative includes "one of the main good guys is openly speciesist to literal children that his adoptive daughter made friends with" (to the point of going "I almost wish they'd try something" and fantasizing out loud about the biggest guy in the hare army beating them to a pulp when they haven't even done anything at that point) and then this is shown to be the right decision with no other example of someone making a bad call like this, there is very much a moral of "Urthstripe is right, Vermin Are Evil. Even the children."

And... look. I am trying not to make every single vermin character my Poor Little Meow Meow and Klitch as written is basically Joffrey Baratheon with fur, but I am so fucking mad that Jacques refused to do any of the interesting things that could have been done with this character and just made him Ferahgo's sociopathic mini-me. Because there was so much potential here.

Like... imagine if Klitch and Goffa were genuinely trying to get away from Ferahgo's horde but Urthstripe ruined it by making it very clear he wasn't welcome in Salamandastron. And then after Urthstripe throws him out and Mara and Pikkle run away Klitch actually sees Mara as a kindred spirit and is like "Hey, your dad's a dick who tries to control your life and stops you from hanging out with creatures he doesn't approve of, my dad's a dick who tries to control my life and stops me from hanging out with creatures he doesn't approve of, we should team up and run away from our horrible parents together!"

And it's only when they get caught that he pivots to "Hello Father, I have successfully spied on the Badger Lord's mountain and I've brought you two hostages!" because the poor kid's panicking because he knows what his father does to deserters (and he picked the moment he did to try to ditch the Corpsemakers because as far as he knew Ferahgo's best trackers were out chasing Dingeye and Thura). He's been much too well trained at lying to protect himself for Mara or Pikkle to notice.

Also: Klitch trying to act casual about Goffa's death and dismiss him as just a dumb minion while internally losing it because his best friend was just killed right in front of him but he's afraid if he shows any sign of grief Ferahgo will use it against him.

Also Also: the wasted comedy potential of Klitch as a high-ranking general in the Corpsemakers who is only in charge of anything because of nepotism and everyone knows it including him. The troops under his command have absolutely no respect for him and only obey his orders because they're scared of Ferahgo. Klitch does not even want all this responsibility (especially because he's not actually given much freedom to make decisions himself: Ferahgo tends to veto or poke holes in any plan he makes whether it's good or not because Ferahgo is caught between trying to train his son to be an effective warlord and being paranoid about his army being more loyal to Klitch than him so he actively tries to engineer situations that will lose him the respect of the troops). Klitch would actually not be a bad tactician but he is also mutually unable to agree with his father on anything as a matter of principle, and is trying to find the precise level of fucking up that will let him weaponized-incompetence his way into not being put in charge of anything anymore without causing Ferahgo to actually murder or maim him.

...combined with the drama potential of him wanting to be the leader of his own army (because he's been raised in an environment where power means safety) but also feeling trapped because most of the Corpsemakers fucking hate him and if Ferahgo dies and he's "in charge" his only chance of survival is if there are so many creatures trying to assassinate him that they all trip over each other. The horde is going to rally around some other figure who will have Klitch disposed of ASAP even if he tries to abdicate, unless he overthrows his father / wins a major victory on his own in such spectacular fashion that he inherits Ferahgo's reputation for being Not To Be Messed With.

Bonus Points if he uses terrible non-waterproof rope on Sapwood and Oxeye on purpose because that's the kind of fuckup that might be that perfect balance (and also because he fucking hated them from the moment they stood guard outside and wants an excuse to have to kill the escaping hostages) but fucks it up for realsies when they actually manage to kill several beasts and escape.

Double Bonus Points if he gets voluntold to help his dad fight a duel against an angry badger lord despite knowing just how stupid that is, and figures out that he's basically there as a distraction so Ferahgo can stab Urthstripe in the eyes while he's busy curbstomping Klitch's head into pulp.

Triple Bonus Points if instead of Badtooth getting caught by Samkim, Mara, and Co, they run into Klitch, who is trying to make a break for it while the horde is distracted and copy the hares' driftwood escape. And who, after getting absolutely decked by Sapwood and informed that he's the hostage this time, completely loses his cool and begs them not to give him back to Ferahgo because he will definitely be literally skinned alive if Ferahgo finds out about this. Which is when at least one of the adults present is finally clued in that something is wrong if the little brat is more scared of his own father than of the numerous well armed creatures with good reasons to want him dead who are right in front of him.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s10e23 brother's keeper (w. jeremy carver)

so here's what i'm gonna try to do. shelve all those ugly feelings about how they handled charlie and (hopefully) not let it completely ruin watching this episode (and the show). i have too much emotional investment in sam and dean to want to walk away entirely, but i also don't want this to turn into a hatewatch.

but gonna say again what a shame it is sam is giving this impassioned speech to cas about saving dean when i can't appreciate it nearly as much as i could have a few seasons ago.

SAM Dean guessed! Cas, What are we supposed to do, huh? Just sit on our asses, do nothing? CASTIEL No. We find Dean. SAM And then what?! The only thing that stopped Cain was death. Do you want to kill Dean? Because I don't. And the only way I know how to save my brother is to cure the Mark. And, yes, I know there will be consequences, but not you, not Dean, not anybody can tell me what those consequences are. So I'm not gonna let my brother destroy himself on a guess. We save Dean.

finally someone as mad as i am about that trope, about how they jump to conclusions and make decisions off bad or no information constantly. really fucking grinds my gears. so, thanks, sam.

DEAN Well, they let her leave the house looking like a whore.

even when will graham's brain was melting, he wasn't a fucking asshole. jesus. dean wasn't this horrible when he was a full fledged demon.

maybe i'll paint rowena some day. she's so pretty and i do love drawing red hair. working on another one of gillian at the moment.

also was wondering the other day if crowley wasn't witchy enough to do the spell. before sam tried to kill him, that is. cooperative-ish somewhat human-ish demon witch who has (apparently) an actual soft spot for the winchesters. obviously wanted to keep rowena on the board and in action but

my tolerance level for this particular variant of asshole dean is at a zero. read the script and fast forwarding this awful interview scene with the parents.

SAM Cas, take this. It's Dean's hair. You need it for the spell.

contemplating how he even got much of his hair. i have hair of a similar length to dean's and i don't need to brush it. maybe he uses something when he styles it? i just use my hands with goop. the only time there's much of it around is after i cut it. so did they have it on-hand already? stockpile of their various leavings. little apothecary drawers of sam and dean's respective locks of hair and nail trimmings.

oh so now they're gonna show the "dark thoughts, creepy visions, violent urges." (10x21)

aha, i have seen this in gif form a number of times. context. everything continues to be fine

CROWLEY Who summons anymore? Couldn't you call? CASTIEL You're not in my contacts list.

all right, that got a small chuckle out of me

kinky

not this again. (5x18) skipping self destructive and going straight to suicidal.

i really enjoy julian richings as Death, and he and jackles play off each other really well. but this trying to make a deal with him, some new made up bullshit about how *dun dun DUN* if no one has the Mark some unspeakable evil dark miasma will destroy everything, it's tiring. reminds me of some improv game where as they pass the story down to the next writer, they have to play off whatever scenario has been set up.

DEAN Brother, I'm done. SAM No. No, you're not. Dean. DEAN Grab a pen. It's time to say goodbye.

i thought i was done with suicide trauma related triggers for the season. silly me

hello improv game. yes, rando dude working at the diner is the immortal oskar of rowena's past. of course.

DEATH Even if I remove Dean from the playing field, we're still left with you, loyal, dogged Sam, who I suspect will never rest until he sets his brother free – will never rest until his brother is free of the Mark, which simply cannot happen, lest the Darkness be set free. Then there was that time you stood me up.

think that's technically on dean, not sam

DEAN Remember when we were in that church, making Crowley human, about to close the Gates of Hell? Well, you sure as hell were ready to die for the greater good then. SAM Yeah, and, Dean, you pulled me back. DEAN And I was wrong. You were right, Sam. You knew that this world would be better without us in it. SAM No, no, no, wait a second. You're twisting my words here, Dean. DEAN Why? Because we -- we track evil and kill it? The family business? Is that it? Look at the tape, Sam. Evil tracks us. And it nukes everything in our vicinity -- our family, our friends. It's time we put a proper name to what we really are and we deal with it. SAM Wait a second. We are not evil. Listen... We're far from perfect, but we are good. That thing on your arm is evil, but not you, not me. DEAN I let Rudy die. How was that not evil? I know what I am, Sam. But who were you when you --when you drove that man to sell his soul... Or when you bullied Charlie into getting herself killed? And to what end? A good end? A just end? To remove the Mark no matter what the consequences? Sam, how is that not evil? I have this thing on my arm, and you're willing to let the Darkness into the world. SAM You were also willing to summon death to make sure you could never do any more harm. You summoned me because you knew I would do anything to protect you. That's not evil, Dean. That's not an evil man. That is a good man crying to be heard, searching for... some other way. DEAN No, there is no other way, Sam. I'm sorry.

halfway convinced me they should have ended this several seasons ago, reunited in heaven and be done with it all.

when dean was beating the shit out of cas i was wondering when sam and dean were gonna get into it. well.

SAM That's enough. Hey, that's enough. You will never, ever hear me say that you -- the real you -- is anything but good. But you're right. Before you hurt...anyone else, you have to be stopped at any cost. I understand. Do it.

i know i'm especially jumpy about dean being ready to die, but sam who i tend to be more bonded with these later seasons, he's ready to die for the greater good quite regularly. or when he thinks it's time. or whatever else. but his comes from a place of being (theoretically) logical and rational, whereas dean's is the opposite. and i guess that's why it pushes my buttons so differently.

all that said, i haven't cried like this from a finale in some number of seasons. but it feels greatly cheapened by the inane plot hoops needed to jump through to get us here.

sam nodding to give the go ahead to kill him is crushing.

i know dean kills death at some point, which is a shame. i'll miss his actor. but i'm guessing now's the time

it's giving twister (1996)

i hate that all this was essentially setup for the new big bad. but we can't have the sam and dean show without these kind of plot hijinks. and trying to come up with new bigger badder bads over time just makes it more and more ridiculous. the reality that there's 5 seasons left to go is really hitting me now.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi, i hope ur doing well. i wanted to request a kinda sad oneshot with marilyn x reader. you don’t have to do this if u don’t want to but it would be kinda comforting.

they are together and have been together for awhile (they met while teaching at nevermore). marilyn doesn’t know about some stuff about the reader and slowly starts to find out about her problems. the reader doesn’t wanna admit any of it so she kinda blocks marilyn out.

the next day the reader sits marilyn down and tells her how their feeling. marilyn of course comforts then and reassures them that they are perfect and that she loves them very much. (tons of fluff/comfort)

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it!!!! Be happy, life is to live it!!! And love yourself, it's the key for the real happiness :))))))))

Just talk to me about your problems

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Past problems, angst, hurt & comfort

Word count: 2,125

Summary: You have too many problems with your past in Jericho, but you’ve never dared to told her about them. Maybe it was time to do it….

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Can I come in?” You asked shyly, sticking your head out of the conservatory door. Marilyn smiled at you and nodded.

You two met there, in Nevermore, and since then you haven't been able to be apart for a second. You decided to take a step forward and start a relationship, the best decision of your life. Maybe you can finally drive away your demons.

“Hello, (Y/N), how has your day been?” She told you affectionately, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. You shrugged and leaned against her desk.

“You don't feel like talking, huh?” She teased as she grabbed her coat. “Do you want to take a walk around the town? It's a wonderful afternoon.”

“Around the town?” You asked, a little scared. Of all the places you didn't want to go through, Jericho was one of them. Too many problems, too many things from the past among those old buildings. “We, we can stay here,” you said, stuttering.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). We are living here. It wouldn't be bad to go out once in a while, don't you think?-She told you, with pleading eyes. You couldn't deny her anything, never.

Not quite sure if this was a good idea or not, you nodded, sighing.

“Calm down, we'll have a coffee and then we'll come back,” she told you, kissing your cheek.

“Well, okay,” you said, not very convinced.

The town brought back bad memories, the worst. They were so horrible that you couldn't stop your hand from shaking as you walked through its streets. You looked everywhere, looking for a threat around every corner.

“Honey, are you okay?” The redhead asked, looking at you with concern and taking your trembling hand.

“Oh, yes, it's just… I'm a bit cold,” you lied, finally locating the cafeteria. “Shall we go for that coffee?”

“(Y/N), we just arrived, come on, walking a bit will do us both good,” she told you excitedly. You cursed that tender and innocent look. You would do anything if she looked at you with those eyes.

You walked through the town calmly, hand in hand. Your eyes went everywhere, searching for some dangerous trace, some trace of your past. From the past that conditioned your whole life and your actions.

“I think the town is beautiful at this time of year,” Marilyn told you. “Maybe when the semester ends we could rent an apartment for ourselves. If you want to, sure.”

That was a perfect phrase, that you hoped to hear one day. To live together, the two of you, without being surrounded by a lot of people, free to live your story alone, free to really get to know each other, to fall in love even more than you already were. There was just one small problem, a very big problem, in fact. You liked working at Nevermore, but it was in Jericho, in that town that made you suffer so much.

“Well, I… I… I have to think about it,” you said, regretting the way your words sounded. She looked at you with a bit of disappointment.

“Oh, sure, sure. The rush is not good, I understand,” she said, feigning a smile. You stopped to try to remedy that misunderstanding.

“No no. It's not that, Mari. I, I would love to live with you, it's just that this town doesn't… It's not my style,” you said, passing a hand over the back of your neck.

“Why? I thought you grew up here,” she asked, somehow relieved by your answer.

“Yes, but… Well, it doesn't matter,” you decided to shut up. You had problems with that place, with some of its inhabitants, but you didn't want to say it, you didn't want to confess the mistakes of your past, the suffering and pain that some people caused you. All of that still haunts you and your feelings and insecurities were really conditioned by everything that had happened to you.

“Is there something you want to tell me, (Y/N)?” She asked bluntly. “Today you are… A little strange.”

You bit your lip, but around the corner you saw the Weathervane again, your salvation.

“Now yes, I want that coffee,” you said feigning some enthusiasm. The redhead frowned, but she followed you, entering that strangely pleasant place.

You sat at a table, the furthest away. Your pathetic attempt to hide your obvious discomfort wasn't working, Marilyn suspected something was wrong with you.

“Thank you, Tyler,” you said to the young waiter when he brought you the coffees. “Um, just the way I like it...”

“(Y/N), don't take me for a fool. It is obvious that something is wrong with you,” the redhead said to you. You started to tremble, but you ignored her look. “Please, talk to me.”

“I'm fine, Mari. I'm just cold,” you said, darkening your tone a bit.

“You're cold, of course,” she repeated, nodding as she took a sip of her coffee. “You've been like this since we arrived here. I ask you if you want to live together and you say not in Jericho. What has happened to you here?”

“Nothing,” you said, getting even more nervous.

“(Y/N)…”

“What?”

“It doesn't matter, if you don't trust me enough to talk to me, I understand,” she said, leaving the subject aside. She was upset, and it wasn't for less. She always told you about her problems, about her horrible past. You were not even capable of facing the truth, of confessing your traumas, your bad experiences. You said that she was the woman of your life and you were not capable of letting her discover the things that tormented you. You couldn't feel worse.

The next morning…

Sunbeams entered the small room. Marilyn hadn't insisted again, she left you alone, but you weren't relaxed at all. You spent the night thinking about everything that was happening. To the lack of confidence you had in your girlfriend. You did not choose to be an outcast, you did not choose to be different. You were not to blame for everything that happened to you, you were just a victim. You were ashamed to admit how weak you really were, how little self-esteem you had and how little sure you were that someone could sincerely love you.

“Good morning, honey,” Marilyn said, moving on the bed and kissing your shoulder. You smiled, preventing the tears from slipping down your cheeks.

“Good morning…” You sighed, getting up from the bed. Marilyn looked at you worriedly and you leaned against the window. “Hey, Marilyn, I think, I think I owe you an apology.”

She got up and put on her glasses so she could see you better.

“(Y/N), you don't have to apologize, you haven't done anything wrong,” she told you softly. You hit the wall hard, causing her to freak out.

“Yes I have!” You yelled. Marilyn looked at you horrified. “I haven't trusted you...”

“Honey, if you don't want to talk about certain things, I can understand it, I know how difficult it is to talk about the past and…”

“Wait. I want, I want to do it,” you said, gaining enough courage to confess your demons.

You sat next to her and she took your hand, looking at you in a way that made your spirits grow and grow.

“I… I studied here, at Jericho’s normi high school…” You started, swallowing the nerves that were beginning to run through your bowels.

“I know.”

“Wait wait. I… I didn't know I could move objects with my mind. I did it accidentally when I was in elementary school. They were all afraid of me, they ran away from me.”

“Oh, honey… I'm so sorry,” she said softly. Her caresses were so comforting that nothing prevented you from continuing to talk.

“I thought that when I got to high school it would be different, that everything would change. I was very wrong. The school principal told my parents about Nevermore, but they refused to take me there. They said that I would have more opportunities studying alongside the normies.

Marilyn nodded, not missing a single one of your words. Just with her listening to you, your spirit felt an overwhelming improvement.

“They, they did not stop messing with me, humiliating me. I spent months without leaving home, secretly secluded in a kitchen cupboard. My grades were a mess, and I kept wondering what I had done to deserve that.”

“Did they pick on you for being an outcast?” She asked, with the sweetest voice you'd ever heard.

“At first they did. But the depression I had made me pay for the anxiety I felt with food. I got fat and I did nothing but give them more reasons to laugh at me. I was medicated, I went through several depressions and finally I was able to leave and start a new life. But no matter how much I try to avoid it, I can't silence their insults in my head. “Stupid fat!” “No one will ever love you” “You are ugly and disgusting, you will never be happy”

“My God, that's horrible,” the redhead said, visibly terrified.

“Larissa called me to teach at Nevermore, and I accepted, knowing that the past was in the past. It isn't true. A part of me still thinks that everything they said was true. I, I met you, but I'm not even sure you really love me. I have never been able to recognize that someone can really love me, and that consumes me inside.

You couldn't keep talking. Your tears prevented you. Marilyn didn't want to let you to cry alone, and she pulled you towards her, hugging you tightly while stroking your hair.

“Shh... Don't say nonsense my love...” She whispered, while your tears wet her shoulder. “They are not right, they never were.”

“Everyone said it... There were too many... I, I don't deserve you... I'm just stupid...” You sobbed. Marilyn shook her head.

“(Y/N), listen to me. Don't ever say that again,” she told you with a firm voice, moving away from her so that you could look into her eyes.

“Surely you chose me because you feel sorry for me…” You whispered.

“I told you to shut up, (Y/N). I didn't choose you, we fell in love, remember? I have fallen in love with you because you are the most wonderful girl I have ever met.”

“You say that to cheer me up.”

“No, (Y/N). I really mean it. Just look at you, you're perfect. You have a good heart, you are beautiful and you know how to make the person next to you to feel loved. With you I feel like I can fly, (Y/N), I don't want anyone else, I don't want anyone. I love you, the perfect girl you are.”

“Are you, are you serious?” You asked, wiping away your tears. The redhead simply kissed you on the lips, with love, with passion.

“Of course I do. The past sucks, believe me, I know. But that's why we're together, to help each other put it behind us and live a happy life, together. I don't want anything else. I don't care what those fiends did to you, they were wrong, you hear me? Completely wrong. You are unique and I do not want you to feel that you are not worth it.”

“I… I…”

“I love you, my love. You are perfect, you are wonderful... I don't want you to think otherwise for a single second. Or I'll have to get really angry.”

“Get angry?” You asked, noticing how a smile began to form on your face.

“Yes, and you haven't seen me angry,” she said, continuing the joke. “I want you to do something for me.”

“Yeah… I, anything,” you said, feeling a little better.

“I want you to look in the mirror every day and tell yourself how wonderful you are, can you do it?”

“I, I'll try…” You said, feeling truly capable of it.

“Good. And now, come here, my precious girl,” she said, extending her arms.

You threw yourself into them, enjoying the unconditional love she felt for you. She was right, you were worth much more than the words of fools. She was normi, and she never rejected you, she was the only person who was always by your side, and who had just shown you that she would always be.

Your life began to make sense. With Marilyn by your side, it all made sense. Her kisses were the end point to your problems. Every time her lips brushed against your skin, you felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Fuck the past. It was time to start living in the present, together with the woman of your life.