#It’s not the 31st in my time zone but I think it is in some

[lyn-ne]

Happy New Year Everyone!!

I wanna mention that this will be my last akikoha artwork for 2023. (Expect an art dump sometime next week!!) And I want to thank everyone who’s helped me along the way this year. Thank you so much for supporting my art and my stupid little ideas

and a special thank you specifically to these wonderful people (sorry if you don’t like being tagged)

@hammerbonk @slightlytoastedbagel @leg-endaryhero @hariixqt

and a final thank you for my online and irl best friends, @rick-ety and @creepybaesment

Thank you all again so much for supporting me this year! You all mean so much to me. Hoping 2024 turns out amazing for everyone<3

[mekochansblog]

My little angel

Five Hargreaves x reader

- this takes place in season two when the whole family falls in Dallas. not related to any of the one-shots, some of the scenes are changed for the sake of this.

  warnings: slight cursing, pregnancy.

You knew you were holding Five's hand when everyone decided to teleport (more like time travel) away from the apocalypse. When you did land (more like crashed) on the ground, you weren't around anyone. You looked up where the portal still was, but nothing until someone hit down next to you, (it turns out it was Klaus that landed next to you.) When you did get your vision back, it was to Klaus shaking you. You groan, your head hurting from the crash landing you had and Klaus crashing next to you. "Y/N, get up! Do you know where we are?" You slowly got up with the help of Klaus and looked around. It looked familiar to you, but you couldn't place it. So you shook your head and shrugged your shoulders.

"Where's Five?" Klaus said, but not to you.

"huh?" said Ben, but only Klaus could hear him.

"Five! Diego! Allison!"

Ben looked around, "Where is everyone?" He said.

Klaus also looked around, "Oh, they're gone. They're gone, like a fart in the wind." So you decided to use your powers to see Ben since you knew you didn't only land with Klaus. Once you knew your abilities were working, you saw Ben walking away and going to a trash can. You looked at him with disgust but decided to walk where he was.

"Klaus gets over here," Ben said since Klaus was trying to talk to a man walking by. So you decided to roam around zoning them out. Just then, a lady walked past you with her baby in her hands while what you assumed was her husband was talking to her. You felt a pang in my chest when you saw them walk passed by. It made you miss Five., You subconsciously grabbed your slight belly.

      "Y/N Y/N, we are in the 60s!" Klaus said, running to you.

Your eyes widen, "What the fuck did you say?! The 1960s?! Oh, when I see Five, I'm going to murder him! I'm pregnant, for fucks sake!" Your eyes widened, and you slowly turned to Klaus and Ben, who looked at you with wide eyes.

"You're pregnant?!" You slowly nodded; even though you and Five were in your early 20′s and married didn't mean you weren't scared of what he would think when he saw you, who knows when. Ben whispered something to Klaus, and they both nodded; Klaus gave you a reassuring smile and a much-needed hug.

"Don't worry, Y/N, me and Benny boy will help you with everything until we see Five, okay?" So you chuckled and hugged him back, glad you landed with them and not alone.

"Okay, Klaus and Ben, thank you."

                   ~~~~~~~~ 3 years later~~~~~~~

     "Mommy, mommy looks pretty flower," You giggled at your 3-year-old Evangeline. After Klaus used Ben to get money and start a cult, you all decided to stay together. You eventually had your baby Evangeline on October 31st, 1960. Klaus was ecstatic to have a niece around. You all traveled the world for the past three years and are now in California. So you decided to stay by the cars since whatever Klaus was doing looked boring. So the next thing you know, you see Klaus running to you, screaming about starting the vehicle. So you quickly grabbed Evangeline and turned on the car. So you slammed your door, and he ran to the driver's seat, promptly turned it on, and speeded away.

"Klaus, where the hel-heck are we going? What about your cult?"

He dismissed you with his hand and said, "Back to Dallas." So you just sighed and gave Lina (Evangeline had many nicknames) an apple for the road. So this will be a long ride.

     It was a long ride, and the car came out of nowhere and stopped working. While Klaus and Ben, since you knew he had to follow Klaus, went outside to 'investigate,' you turned around to look at my little angel. She was distracted by the little flower you gave her in the middle of the road. You smiled at her and just looked back to see Klaus and Ben on the ground fighting, but to anyone else; it would look like-

"Mommy, why is Klausy fighting himself?" You sighed like he was fighting the air. So you turned to her and chuckled.

"Oh, you know your uncle Klaus is always funny." She also giggled and just started telling me a story one of the cult members told her. Eventually, Klaus told us (Mainly you) that we would be walking. You looked at Klaus.

"I hope you know this is your fault." Klaus gulped and nodded his head. We eventually found a small pub/bar in the middle of nowhere.

      You looked around and looked at Klaus with an 'are you serious face. You rolled my eyes at your brother-in-law and walked to an empty table to relax with Angel on your hip. You turned when you heard Klaus mention something about showtime. You sighed and rubbed your temples; he was summoning Ben for everyone to see. The next thing you knew, Klaus had Lina in his hands while telling you to run since he had your kid; of course, you ran.

"Shit, which one?"

"Language, Klaus!"

"Sorry, sorry, Y/N!" Klaus turned on the truck with Lina on his lap, so you grabbed her and put the seatbelt around both of yall, and he stepped on the pedal so you guys could finally leave. Then, once yall were far from the pub/bar, you smacked Klaus.

"Wha- y- y/n wait- wait, I'm sorry, okay, sorry, but it was the only way to get back to Dallas without walking." You huffed but knew he was right about that. So who knows when yall will return to Dallas walking on foot? You just turned your head, held Lina, and took a nap.

     You woke Lina and yourself with the sound of the police sirens. They stopped Klaus and you since HE stole the guy's truck. Then, while arresting Klaus, the policeman looked at Lina and you and smiled politely. "Are you by any chance his wife?"

You shook your head, "No, officer, he's my brother-in-law; we were heading back to Dallas. I never knew how he got the truck.

He nodded his head and told you he could take me back home. You shook your head and took a peek at Klaus. He just nodded, saying he would be fine since he would have Ben with him.

"I'll visit you, okay?" He smiled and shook his head while the policeman took you to the other car and started driving you to Klaus's mansion. Once yall got there, you thanked the man and walked inside. Lina was asleep while you were holding her. You opened the door, went to the many rooms yall had and lay her in them. You looked at your beautiful daughter and just saw her father on her. She got her dark brown hair from Five and her stunning emerald eyes from him. You lightly giggle; she looks nothing like you, yet, she got your attitude with a mixture of her father. You fell asleep next to your little Evangeline.

You woke up in the morning and decided to go to the garden to grow fruits, vegetables, and anything to eat. It has been two years since Klaus chose to roam around the world for his cult. Once everything appeared, you grabbed what was needed and went to the kitchen to make Lina and yourself something to eat before visiting her 'Klausy,' as she calls him. Once you guys finished your breakfast and changed into cute matching outfits, yall started your journey to the police building to get your brother-in-law out of jail. Once you walked in with Lina holding one of your hands, you went straight to the front counter. You smile politely.

"Hi, I'm here for Klaus Hargreeves?" The officer looked you up and down, not noticing Lina holding your hand (more like two of your fingers). He smiled at me and leaned forward while you leaned back.

"Sure. Is he your brother or something?"

You faked a smile and just said, "Brother-in-law or something." So he leaned back and told you why he was there and how much bail it would be. So you took out the cash you needed and gave it to him. He huffed and just told another officer to let Klaus go. When you turned around, you saw someone you thought you wouldn't notice.

"Allison?"

Allison turned around and saw you and ran and hugged you.

"Y/N, I thought- you're here. Oh, I missed everyone. When- when did you get here?" You laughed and pulled away since Lina was tugging on your hand. So you bent down and carried her. Allison saw Lina, and her eyes widened.

"You- you have a baby? Since when? Is she.." You laughed and nodded,

"Yeah, she's all Five's kid, she acts like him too sometimes, which scares me, but this is Evangeline; she just turned three not too long ago." Lina looked at Allison, gave her a shy smile, and hid her face on your shoulder. Then a question popped into your head.

"Alli, why are you here?" She looked down and explained what had happened to her husband, which surprised you since you didn't expect her to be married. So your face went serious, and you turned to the policeman and stated.

"I would like to pay the bail for Raymond Chestnut." The policeman looked at you with wide eyes and started stuttering, probably going to tell you a bullshit excuse.

"Did I stutter, sir? I don't need an excuse; I want to pay the bail for Raymond Chestnut now!"

The policeman stuttered and called for another policeman to get him out. You turned to Allison, and she looked at you with wide eyes. You turned a bit and saw Klaus and Raymond talking about what you had heard about rivers. You met them halfway and hugged Klaus while squishing Lina. You all said your goodbyes when you all decided to meet up another day and not with your brother-in-law or husband in the middle of jail. Klaus, Lina, Ben, and you walked to the mansion. You have already made it look like you guys never moved out. While walking, you suddenly remembered Lina and decided to bake a cake for when Klaus (and, of course, Ben) would return from jail, which you had forgotten all about. So you asked Lina if she wanted to go and buy a cake instead. She nodded her head, and you told Klaus you both were going to the café shop close by to buy something to start heading home. Then, once you walked to the café, you sat on their little island next to a woman and man talking.

"When you were a baby, you were bought by an eccentric billionaire. He raised you in an elite academy with six other siblings with extraordinary powers, but in 2019, to avoid the apocalypse, we jumped into a vortex and ended up being scattered throughout the timeline in Dallas, Texas. Any questions?"

You almost dropped your mug of coffee that you ordered and turned around to where the man had his back to you and turned the man around. He looked annoyed that someone disrupted him from talking, but he also froze once he saw it was you.

"Y/N, is that you?" You smiled at him and grabbed his face, giving him a kiss you have missed since you landed.

"I've missed you ever since I landed." He gave you one of his loving gazes and kissed you on the forehead. Lina started making a fuss, so you grabbed her and put her on your lap. Five looked at her and saw the resemblance. He pointed at her, then himself, and you just nodded. He laughed and hugged both of his girls.

"Her name is Evangeline, or Lina or-"

"Angel." So he grabbed her like the pro that he was at almost everything; Lina let him feel the same warmth she felt with you.

"Finally, my little angel, we meet."

[leasstories]

Lea’s advent calendar day 12 – Not so Unrequited Feelings

@writerthreads writing prompt for Christmas (2022), prompt 23:

["Will you be my New Years kiss?"]

Eddie x gn!reader

TW: Recreational drug use

WC: ≈ 1K

December 31st, 1986

You and Eddie have been best friends forever, literally forever. Your moms were childhood best friends and you both always lived at Hawkins’ trailer park. You were born a few months apart, Eddie being the oldest. He loves bragging about it. For a long while, before Eddie met his friends and bandmates from the Hellfire club, it was the two of you against the world. You and Eddie are both 20 years old. You graduated in 1985, you had to repeat your senior year once. But opposite to Eddie, on your second attempt, you got your shit together and ended graduating. Now, you’re working at the Hideout four nights a week, as a bartender. You always manage to work on Tuesdays to see Corroded Coffin’s performances and cheer on your boyfriend. Eddie and you know everything about each other. Well, almost everything. You’ve been keeping a really huge secret from him since the two of you were 15. That’s when you developed a crush on Eddie. You know Eddie only sees you as a friend, his best friend even and you know telling him would ruin everything between the two of you. Eddie and you have been through thick and thin, and it would be a shame to ruin everything because of a stupid crush. You’ve always been one of the guys for Eddie. You’ve never, even drunk, or high, spilled the gut on your feelings for him.

This year, Eddie and you decided to spend Christmas just the two of you. You’re currently preparing all the snacks for your New Year Evening together. You put Cheetos on a bowl for Eddie and put your friendship mixtape on the record player. Once everything is settled, you sit on the porch of your trailer and wait for your best friend. Eddie arrives, ten minutes late. He smiles at you before kissing your forehead as a greeting. Every time he does that, your face heat up. You can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to kiss his plush lips, what it would feel like to be his. While you’re in your own little headspace, Eddie makes himself at home. He sits on the couch and smiles at the sight of his favorite Cheetos, as well as some of his favorite candies. It always warms Eddie’s heart how caring you are. You join Eddie on the trailer’s living room and sit crisscross on the couch.

“Wanna smoke a J lovey?” Eddie asks. Eddie’s been calling you lovey since you were little kids.

“Can you roll it for me please?” you ask.

Eddie nods, he is used to roll it for you, he’s never seen someone struggling to roll a joint as much as you do.

“Wanna share?” he asks.

You nod. Every time Eddie and you share a joint, you blush hard. Every time Eddie makes you notice that you’re blushing, you put the blame on the weed, but in fact, you love the fact his plush rosy lips and yours wrapped around the same joint.

When Eddie sees that you’re zoned out he calls your name.

“Where’d you go?” Eddie asks, chuckling.

“Sorry, I was just thinking.” You tell him while getting up. “Want a beer? I bought two six packs for tonight.”

“’course, thanks lovey.” Eddie says while rolling the joint.

You take two beers out of the fridge and hand one to Eddie.

Eddie puts the joint to his lips and starts inhaling deeply. You stare the whole time; he doesn’t notice and pass you the blunt. You both stay silent for a little while, only enjoying each other’s company, smoking, and drinking beer. Then Eddie and you tells you all about his future DnD campaign and you tell him all about the new songs you wrote for Corroded Coffin. You talk like that for a little while, relaxed when Eddie asks, out of the blue.

“Are you still a virgin?”

You start blushing hard. “Eddie if I wasn’t you’d know it” you tell him, embarrassed, hiding your face with your hands.

Eddie pulls on your hands to see your face and intensely looks at you. “Don’t be embarrassed lovey, I just asked because I was curious. You and Eddie starts getting high as a kite, that’s probably why he asked this question. After a few beats of silence, you confess.

“Never kissed anyone either.”

“Why that?” Eddie curiously asks.

“Because…” you sigh. “It’s complicated… I love someone who will never love me I want them too.”

“I know the feeling lovey, it’s the same here.” Eddie confesses.

“But I don’t wanna die stupid Eddie and as midnight approaches, will you be my New Years Kiss?” you ask him.

“Lovey… It’s the weed talking…” Eddie says.

“No, I want it.” You say, not caring to keep your secret anymore, you’re to high and drunk for that, and midnight is approaching?

“’kay.” Eddie breathes out. “If that’s what you want.” He says, still wondering if his feelings are requited and getting high made you spill the gut or if he is imagining things. You both patiently wait 11:59pm. Eddie leans in towards you and the two of you share a passionate, long-wanted kiss.

“Happy new year Eds” You tell him.

“Happy new year lovey” He answers.

A few minutes later, you both fall asleep on the couch and in each other’s arms.

When you wake up the next morning and remember what happened, you start to panic. But as soon as you try to untangle your limbs from Eddie’s he rouses.

He pushes you closer to your body and mumbles “need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.” You answer ashamed about yesterday.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” Eddie admits.

You freeze. “You don’t regret it?” you ask.

“Do you?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head no.

“Lovey, now that I know that my feelings are requited, would you do me the honor of going on a date with me?” Eddie asks.

You hug Eddie tight, nodding your head. What you thought was the biggest mistake of your life, turned out to be the biggest blessing of your life.

[reynanghugot]

[July 18, 2023 6:26PM] disclaimer: long post ahead. This might be TMI for some; you can skip it.

To those who are new to my dash [yes, I followed some in the last few months because I wanted to see new people], Hi, I'm Jelli! It was nice to be your mutual here.

As usual, I just woke up again because I slept late last night due to one of my major subject submissions at 11:59 p.m. Anyway, good evening. Well, maybe good morning if you are living in a different Time Zone. Here's a life update that you didn't ask for:

Well, I have a few more days before my one-week diet and my therapy. I've been waiting for this time to share what's really happening to me alone. I've been receiving messages lately; some were asking how I was doing, some were already aware of my health condition, which I have shared here, and some were just skipping those posts because that's really what they were supposed to be.

I've already mentioned this in my previous posts, [but let me repeat it again because who cares, right?] I was diagnosed in April 2023 with a non-toxic goiter and underwent surgery in May 2023. One week after I was discharged, my biopsy result came out, and I was diagnosed with papillary thyroid carcinoma [this is curable, by the way; it's just that I'm really scared at its finest because we have a strong family history when it comes to this type of illness]. Yes, you can do your own research on what that is [if you would like], but that was really the term that I would like to go for. In other words, I'm not yet done with medications, laboratories, and hospital admissions. Frankly speaking, it's really hard to accept it at first, but I really need to, because for me, acceptance is really the best thing that I can do to go on with my day while I'm waiting for my next doctor's appointment. I am just hoping for the best with my radioactive iodine therapy on the 31st. It might be a little harder for me and for my loved ones because I need to be isolated for 3–5 days and another 15 days once discharged.

Due to my health condition, I've been on leave since April 10, 2023, and I'm still not sure if I will go back to work or not. We'll see after my therapy and recuperation period. Despite my current situation, I will still be able to retain my academic achievement as part of the president's list from last semester. For sure, you were able to see it if we are friends on Facebook.

I was able to see my longtime friends from 2013 on July 9, 2023. I've been missing in action for four years due to personal matters. I had a great night with them and with our partners, just like in the old days. It might be a short period of time that has been allotted for that dinner because we have our priorities the next day, but it's really memorable for me. I am truly grateful to have them in my life.

There's nothing new that happened in my life during the second quarter because of my current situation. Aside from me trying my luck in freelancing because I really want to change the industry in which I am working, I am also just going back and forth to the hospital, and prior to that, I was given a chance to go celebrate my Birthday with @/niiiikkotin and @/p0poynawalangbasha weekend after the holy week last April 2023, visit Nikko's family mid-April 2023, and take a long week vacation with my family last May 2–5, 2023.

I think is the best thing that I could share here. If you will ask me, How am I doing? I am currently okay while I'm typing this. But still, not every day is a good day. I still have days when I'm at my lowest physically, financially, emotionally, and mentally, but I know how strong I am and I can get through this. A little progress every day is still progress for me. I hope everything goes well in the next few days.

If you reach this point in your reading, thank you for taking the time. We might not be that close personally, but I still appreciate you listening to [or, initially, just reading] my chika. Have a great night, and take care always!

[banannabethchase]

Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem - also on AO3

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After both of them lose to legends at Supercard of Honor on March 31st, a chance encounter leads to Danny and Yuta becoming friends with benefits. Well. It starts that way.

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Bingo square B2 Fake Dating/Fakeout Makeouts complete! Title from Hold Me Like a Grudge by Fall Out Boy. I heard that line in March and went, "Holy shit that's a good fic title" and then Supercard hit and this fic began percolating in my mind. 12.5k later, here we are! Also, this is my 100th AEW fic! Wahoo!

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March 31st, 2023: Supercard of Honor

Yuta drops onto a bench in the locker room, feeling a strange sense of self-loathing wash over him as he plugs his phone in with a random charger in the wall. He hasn’t felt this particular brand of misery since joining Blackpool Combat Club. He’d thought he wouldn’t feel it again.

He feels bare, empty without the belt in his hands, around his waist, over his shoulder.

He wants to go out for Claudio’s match. He should go out, right now.

But he can’t.

The room is practically empty, everybody else out watching or at home, and he zones out long enough that he doesn’t expect any interruptions.

So, when the door bangs open, Yuta jumps. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man trained by some of the most violent people on the planet. He shouldn’t get scared anymore.

Daniel Garcia, pouting as always, walks in. “I won’t bother you,” he grumbles. “Forgot my charger.”

Yuta shoots him a sheepish grin. “Oh. It’s yours?” He holds up his phone, attached to the wall. “Can I get, like, twenty minutes?”

“No,” Danny says. He pout gets more intense. It’s cute. Yuta’d promised himself he’d stop thinking that, but it’s not the first promise he’d broken to himself tonight. “Give it.”

“Nah,” Yuta says, scrolling. “You can wait.”

“I need to get back to the hotel, okay?” Danny says, diving over Yuta to try and get the charger back. “I had a shitty night and I lost. Just let me have this one thing.”

“I lost, too!” Yuta snaps back, leaning backward to get the phone out of Danny’s grip while he kicks his legs out toward Danny. “I lost a fucking belt. You just lost a regular match.”

“A match that mattered – give me the fucking charger!” He lunges, and the impact is enough to throw Yuta down behind the bench, against the wall. His head cracks, enough to hurt but not enough to damage, and he’s stunned enough that Danny gets him pinned to the floor.

“Fuck off,” Yuta says, but the bench and Danny have him stuck. “Get off me!”

Danny snickers. “Probably could, but I’m busy.”

Yuta blinks. “What?”

“What?”

“Did you just make a sex joke?” Yuta is suddenly incredibly aware of how Danny’s straddling him. Of how close together their dicks are. “Right now? Seriously?”

“I – shut up.” Danny glares down. “Give me the charger.”

“I can’t give you anything,” Yuta grumbles, and he twists his hips to try and dislodge Danny. It doesn’t work – the bench is giving him leverage. “You’re pinning me to the ground.”

Danny snickers. “Yeah. Second time you’ve been pinned tonight.”

Yuta feels a weird sort of rage bubble in his gut. He reaches up and wraps a hand around Danny’s throat. “Shut up,” he growls.

And then Danny. Danny gets. Danny gets pink. He darts an equally pink tongue out to wet his lips, and Yuta thinks time stops.

“You wanna fuck?” Yuta blurts out, before he can stop himself. He drops his arm back down to his side.

Danny’s jaw drops. “What?”

“I – look.” Yuta forces himself to keep eye contact with Danny. “Tonight sucked. For both of us. Everything went wrong that could go wrong.” He shrugs. “Maybe we get laid. Make something good come out of the night.”

“Is that a come joke?” Danny asks, but he does grind his hips down. Yuta whines, before he can stop himself. “I can’t believe I’m gonna blow you.” He shuffles off of Yuta’s hips and yanks down his pants. “Yeah?”

“I – does anyone say no to a blow job like this?” Yuta asks, truly baffled. “Definitely yes.” He doesn’t get a chance to say anything else, because Danny’s dropped his head down and enveloped his cock so completely that Yuta’s brain stops working. Too much has happened tonight for him to do much more than feel, and he barrels toward an orgasm as Danny shows him his mouth is good for more than just bitching.

He grabs Danny’s neck. “Danny,” he warns.

Danny pulls back, hand on Yuta’s cock. “What?” he says. “You think this is the first dick I’ve sucked? First time I’ve had a guy come in my mouth?” He scoffs. “Please.” He drops back down, and Yuta’s not quite sure why jealousy surges in him as he comes, but it does. Danny’s mouth is hot and warm and oh so suddenly too intense. He inhales sharply as he twists his hips out of Danny’s mouth.

“Fuck. Don’t be so eager.” He grins, finally, getting the leverage to flip them. He yanks his pants up his hips, wincing at the oversensitive drag of his waistband against his cock. “Want me to blow you?”

Danny nods. “Get on with it.”

“I – you are never getting that charger back.” Yuta leans down and sucks Danny off as quickly as he can. He wants to regain some dignity from how fast he came down Danny’s throat while Danny was basically insulting him. It’s easier than he thinks it really should be, to draw cute little whimpers and little wiggles from Danny.

Danny tugs at his hair, like he’s trying to move Yuta.

“Gonna,” he mutters. “If you don’t want to.”

“Jesus, you’re stupid,” Yuta mutters, and dives back down onto Danny’s dick.

He’d always expected Danny to be loud when he comes, make a production of it. Maybe add in some sort of self-indulgent moaning or moving around.

Instead, Danny’s rather quiet. A tiny little noise, somewhere from the back of his throat, and then Yuta’s swallowing bitter salt. He waits until Danny shoves him off, just for mild revenge, and then sits up against the wall where his phone is charging. Their legs are tangled together, and Yuta kicks at Danny’s leg.

“This should be a thing,” Yuta muses, making sure his phone is still charging.

“What should?” Danny shuffles his sweats up his hips and sits up. He leans on the bench.

Yuta gestures to the two of them. “Fucking after the matches. Us.”

Danny raises an eyebrow. “What, when we lose?”

“Whenever,” Yuta says. “If you’re not down –”

“Oh, I’m down,” Danny says. “I’m always here to get off, you know?” His smile is a little cockier than Yuta wants to deal with.

“Cool,” Yuta says nodding. “You really aren’t getting that charger back.”

“Oh, fuck you.”

~

May 28th, 2023: Double or Nothing

Yuta’s grinning as he makes his way backstage. He’ll be the first to admit he’s got a bitchy little pep in his step as Mox ruffles his hair and shoves him into the locker room.

“From young boy to pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega,” Mox says, yanking him in and kissing his forehead. “That’s my boy. Fuckin’ killed it.”

Yuta beams at him, leaning into his chest. “I pinned Kenny,” he says, his voice a weird little laugh. “Fuck.”

Bryan slaps him on the back and Claudio pulls him to do their handshake. Yuta feels whole, and loved, and strong.

There’s a knock on the door and Yuta gets it, still beaming.

“Oh,” he says, blinking. The magic isn’t broken, exactly, but it’s shifted. “Danny. Hi.”

“Hey,” he says quietly. His eyes are a bit shifty, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to be here. To be fair, Yuta’s not sure if he should be here, either, but he isn’t going to kick Danny out before he finds out why he showed up in the first place. “Um. Here.” He shoves something into Yuta’s hand then walks away. He doesn’t seem sad, exactly. Just lost.

“Who is it, Yoots?” Mox yells. “Get your ass back in here. We need to celebrate.”

Yuta turns, remembering his victory. “Hell yeah,” he says. “Let’s do it.”

The paper burns a hole in his pocket as they eat too much at Waffle House, as they laugh and chat. Yuta should be focused solely on the moment, but he can’t stop wondering what Danny thought was so important to give him.

“I gotta head back to the hotel,” Yuta says. “I’m wiped.”

Mox nods at him. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

“Coming from you, that’s hilarious,” Yuta says. He pokes at Mox’s shoulder. “King of the stupid.”

“Don’t be a bitch.”

“Oh, my god,” Bryan laughs. “Shut up, the both of you. Go to bed, Yuta.”

Yuta nods and heads out. Once he knows he’s out of eyeline he pulls out the piece of paper and holds it as he steps in the elevator. He uncrumples it.

Room 413 if you want.

He hits the button for floor four and rides up, his heart pounding. He walks as if through water to Danny’s door, anticipation flooding his entire body. He crumples the paper back up and shoves it in his pocket. Before he can knock, the door opens.

“Oh, shit,” Danny says, stumbling back. “You startled me.” He raises an eyebrow.

“Getting ice?” Yuta asks.

Danny shakes his head. “I was actually going to the gym.” He licks his lips. “Didn’t have a real match tonight, so.” His eyes flicker down Yuta’s body. “Was thinking of getting in a little cardio.”

Yuta grins. “That’s a terrible line. Just get in the room.”

“Um,” Danny says, turning around and stepping back. “I – okay, yes, but I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Yuta asks. He glances down to see Danny barefoot and toes off his shoes. “You gave me the card, right?”

Danny nods, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “It’s been two hours, okay?”

“What, are you, like, not horny anymore?” Yuta shrugs. “That’s cool. I can go back.”

“That is definitely not it,” Danny mutters. “I, uh. Sometimes I do this thing where, to make the workout a little more exciting…” He trails off, eyes toward the ceiling. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me say it.”

“Say what?” Yuta asks.

“I’m wearing a plug, because I thought I wasn’t getting laid tonight.” Danny still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Don’t – don’t make a big deal out of it, okay?”

Yuta presses his lips together. “You’re wearing a plug?” he asks. It’s harder than he thought to keep his voice steady. “Right now?”

Danny nods, and Yuta’s knees almost buckle as Danny shifts his hips. “I thought I was riding solo tonight. Don’t at me or whatever.”

“Don’t at – you’re the worst.” Yuta walks up to Danny, getting into his space until his back hits the door. “Tell me about it.”

“Tell – about what?” Danny says. “Didn’t you win a match tonight? You probably should be celebrating with your weird sex dungeon friends.”

Yuta snorts. “Yeah, they’re ass deep in pancakes from Waffle House. They’re fine.” His eyes flicker down to Danny’s lips. “Tell me about the plug.” He rests a hand on Danny’s waist, his skin warm and soft to the touch. “Were you thinking about me when you put it in?”

“Oh, fucking god,” Danny grumbles. “It’s not all about you, Yuta. We fucked, like, three times. Blew each other in a locker room. Handies. It’s not the only sex I’ve ever had.”

“That defensiveness tells me you did think about it,” Yuta murmurs. He doesn’t want to admit he’d been waiting for this opportunity since Supercard, that he’d been unable to see Danny or watch one of his matches without getting a little hard. “We didn’t kiss last times.”

“We didn’t,” Danny breathes, and the movement bumps his lower lip against Yuta’s. “You want to stay?”

“I want to see the plug,” Yuta says, his lip brushing Danny’s again.

“Fuck it,” Danny says, and he tilts his mouth up to catch Yuta’s lips. He grabs the front of Yuta’s hoodie and turns them as he sighs into Yuta’s mouth, shoving him up against the wall. Danny fists a hand in Yuta’s shirt. “This is a fucking stupid idea.”

“You didn’t say that last time,” Yuta says.

“Yeah, because – I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He pushes Yuta back, just far enough to look at him. His eyes dance across Yuta’s face, but doesn’t meet his eyes still.

“Hey,” Yuta says gently. “You can look at me, you know.”

“I want you to fuck me,” Danny grumbles, like he’s annoyed he has to say it.

Yuta grins. “Oh, yeah, I figured from that plug in your ass.” He reaches back and taps gently at Danny’s ass, nothing more than a soft touch, but Danny’s hips twitch forward into Yuta’s with a gasp. “You good?”

“I just – yeah, I’m okay,” Danny breathes. “It just feels – it’s a lot.”

“Tell me about it,” Yuta begs, again. “I wanna know everything about how it feels.”

Danny pulls back. “Want – want to see it, first?”

Yuta suddenly has never wanted anything more. “Yeah,” he says.

Danny steps back and shuffles his sweatpants down his hips. Always the damned sweatpants. Yuta’s going to develop a complex. “It’s easier if I…” He trails off with a grin. “Well, you’ll see.”

Yuta’s head gets spinning when Danny leans over the bed, ass perfect and in the air. Along with a deep blue flash.

“I – can I touch it?” Yuta asks. He doesn’t know why he’s whispering. He rests a hand on one of Danny’s ass cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny squeaks. He clears his throat. “I mean, yeah. Go for it.”

Yuta trails his fingers down slowly, from the small of Danny’s back down to the top of his ass. He watches as his fingers brush against the flared base of the plug. On an impulse, he taps the top, and Danny shouts.

“Jesus, warn a guy,” Danny grumbles. “But, um. You can – you can play with it.”

Yuta laughs, heat flooding through his body. He’s pretty sure he’s never been this hard in his life. “Play with you, more like.”

Danny exhales, his forehead dropping onto the mattress. “Fuck. Fine, whatever. Just. Come on.”

Yuta nods, even though he knows Danny can’t see him, and pulls the plug out slowly until just the tip is left inside. Danny whines.

“I didn’t say slow,” Danny snaps. “Jesus.”

“Oh, my god, chill,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. He presses the plug back in, watching as Danny closes around it. “You want me to fuck you?”

“I wish I didn’t, but yeah.”

“Then be patient,” Yuta says. “I’m having fun.”

Yuta thinks he can hear Danny roll his eyes.

He doesn’t draw it out too long, because he’s hard enough to break a diamond, but he does press the plug in and draw it back out a few more times.

“You have lube?” he asks. “Didn’t bring any.”

“Why the fuck not?” Danny asks. “You expect me to do everything?”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling the plug out a bit faster than may be kind. Danny gasps. “I just figured you’d blow me again.”

“You – it’s in my bag, and if you don’t put something in me in the next few seconds, I’m kicking your ass.”

Yuta digs around for a second then pulls out the lube.

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off,” Danny says to him.

“Damn, okay,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “You’re bossy as hell.”

“Am not,” Danny says. He goes easily when Yuta yanks his hips closer to the end of the bed. He’s watching over his shoulder as Yuta moves, eyes dark and wanting. “You look good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Yuta says. “You, too. I can tell you’re making gains.”

“Gotta,” Danny says, pushing his hips back, all demanding. “Trying to get that world title.”

Yuta scoffs as he slicks himself up. Danny’s already so open that Yuta doesn’t even have to do anything, just lines himself up. “You wish.” Yuta pauses. “Wait. Uh. Do you want me to wear a condom?”

Danny turns around. “Do you want to wear one?”

Yuta shrugs. “Last tests were fine, no issues.”

“Then we’re on the same page,” Danny says. “Come on. Get in me while I’m still young.”

Yuta rolls his eyes, but he guides his dick into Danny slowly. He hasn’t done this in a while, not since Mox decided to make things exclusive with Claudio. He forgot what it felt like, to sink into somebody else’s body and zone in on every place where they touch. “Fuck,” he says, drawing out the syllable.

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Don’t get a big head about it or anything, but that feels fucking amazing.”

Yuta pulls back a little then slides back in. “Jesus,” he mutters. “Why weren’t we doing this before?” He keeps his pace slow and careful, not sure what Danny likes and not willing to risk a mistake. “It was only blow jobs and hand stuff.”

“You never – shit, do that again – complained,” Danny pants. “Plus, not much time for you to fuck me right when we’re in a locker room.” He circles his hips in a way that makes Yuta forget his own name for a second.

Yuta manages to recover his wits. “Yeah?” he asks, starting to rock his hips a little more. “Fuck you right?”

“Shut the fuck up or I’ll replace you with the plug again.”

“Sure,” Yuta says, “you could. But could a plug do this?” He pulls almost all the way out of Danny until only the head of his cock is sunk into Danny’s warm heat, then slams back into Danny, enough that Danny’s hips rock.

Danny loses his stability and falls forward, moaning. “Nope,” he pants. “Fuck. Keep that shit up and I might keep you around for good.”

Yuta laughs. Now that he knows what Danny likes, it’s easier to get into a rhythm. He hadn’t expected this tonight. A blow job, fucking around in the shower, maybe hand jobs like last week at Dynamite, but this is so much better.

“Christ,” Yuta mutters, fucking Danny faster. “You feel so good, dude.”

“Yeah?” Danny asks. “Well, you have a decent dick and decent game. I’ll get you better at it.”

“Get me – what’s wrong with the way I fuck?!”

“Nothing’s wrong, exactly,” Danny says, pushing back onto Yuta’s dick. He takes it as a cue to go faster, a little harder. Danny’s breathing catches. “You’re just kind of cute with it, you know?” He grins over his shoulder. “Romantic.”

“Am not!” Yuta says, but he’s not exactly sure why that’s a bad thing. He grabs at Danny’s hips and fucks Danny like the victor he is, and lets the pride and the adrenaline from the night kickstart himself a little more intensely than before.

“There you go,” Danny chuckles. He makes a little pleased sound, bracing his hands on the bed. “Knew you had it in you.”

“Why are you making fun of me while I’m inside you?” Yuta asks. “How did I go from pinning Kenny fuckin’ Omega to getting mocked during sex?” He reaches around and starts stroking Danny’s dick. “You’re lucky I’m even gonna let you come.”

“Let me,” Danny mutters. “Sure.” He moans a little. “Go faster. I’m close.”

“God. Fine.” Yuta strokes Danny faster and feels the way he comes on his cock, ass tightening around him as Danny slumps down and lets out a guttural sound that gets Yuta right to the front door of his orgasm. He fucks into Danny again and comes so hard his legs almost give out, and he leans a hand on the bed. “You got come on your sheets,” he pants, slowly pulling out of Danny. “Jesus. Gimme a second.”

“You’re fine,” Danny says. He rolls over, stretching like a cat. “God, that was good. Haven’t gotten railed like that in way too long.”

“Yeah?” Yuta asks. “Now you’re gonna compliment me?”

Danny rolls over with a knowing grin on his face. “Bitching at you got you to go harder, didn’t it? Don’t at me. I knew what I was doing.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You fucking suck.” He’s naked, standing in Danny’s hotel room, and isn’t sure what to do next. “Uh.”

“Come on,” Danny says, patting the bed next to him. “Wanna order room service? If I’m stuck here, might as well.”

They get steaks and margaritas on AEW’s business bill and rewatch the pay per view.

“Okay, that really is a wild match,” Danny says, eyes bright after his second margarita. “I’m impressed.” He throws a smile over at Yuta. “Don’t get a big head about it, though. I can tell you’re getting all self-obsessed.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re fucking awful sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, but you still fuck me.” He yawns.

“I should probably go,” Yuta says, hesitating. “You should probably get some sleep.”

Danny nods, but won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. He’s not sure what’s behind it. “Yeah,” Danny says quietly. “Uh, text me when you get to your room, okay?” His smile is back to normal. “Wanna make sure nobody kidnaps your young, nubile body.”

“It would be so fucking great if you ever shut the fuck up,” Yuta says, and he chucks his pillow at Danny’s face. “I’ll see you later.”

When he gets to his hotel room, he texts Danny that he got there and jumps into the shower. He checks his phone when he curls up into bed.

There’s one text from Danny: night dude

~

June 25th, 2023: Forbidden Door

Yuta’s used to quick hand jobs with Danny. When they’re both at a Collision or Dynamite taping, they find each other and sneak backstage to get each other off and laugh how short it takes them to come.

Today, though, Danny’s on him wildly. The kisses are less teasing and fun and more demanding, like Danny’s insisting on control.

“Jesus,” Yuta says, fumbling behind him for the door handle. “Dude, chill. Do you want people to find us?”

“Don’t care,” Danny says, biting at Yuta’s neck. Yuta manages to push the door open and the two of them fall over each other into the locker room.

“What,” says a familiar voice, “the eff?”

Yuta tilts his head backwards and sees Matt Jackson staring at them. “Shit.”

“Are you trying to jump us after our match or somethin’?” Hangman stands up, and he looks even bigger from down on the floor. Yuta shoves Danny off of him. “And what’s he doing here?”

Yuta scrambles to his feet. “Wrong room,” he says, glancing over and willing Danny to get his ass up and out the door. “Also, where’s your shirt?”

“I – don’t – get out of our locker room,” Matt says, flaming bright red. He crosses his arms over his chest, which Yuta finds funny since the two of them earlier that night were beating the shit out of each other. Yuta does notice a few newly red marks on his neck and chest, though, which might be what Matt's trying to hide. 

“Sorry, man,” Danny says, brushing off his shirt. “Uh, let’s go. Discuss that. Pure rules match.” Yuta watches as Danny looks both Matt and Hangman up and down, then shake his head. Before Yuta can make fun of him about it, though, he grabs Yuta’s hand and yanks him away, and Yuta doesn’t get the chance to even close the door.

“This’ll work,” Danny says, spying a bathroom.

“People need to – we are not fucking in a bathroom!” But Yuta pulls the door shut and locks it. “Fuck, you’re, like, raring to go.” He presses the heel of his palm on Danny’s dick. “Losing get you off or something?”

Danny spins them and slams Yuta against the door. “Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “You didn’t win either. Take off your pants.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips, then shoves his hand into Danny’s sweats. “Bet you’re about to come right now,” Yuta teases. “You really like getting laid after you have a match, but you’re never this into it unless you lose.”

“Shut up,” Danny says again. Yuta can’t miss the pink patches across his cheeks.

“Do you really want me to?” Yuta asks, leaning in to bite at Danny’s earlobe. “Or do you want me to talk you through it? Tell you how good you look when you come so you forget you lost?”

Danny whines and fucks up into Yuta’s fist. “I – don’t know,” he pants.

“You like getting pinned?” Yuta says into his ear. “You like it when somebody big and strong shoves you down to the floor?”

“You got pinned too,” Danny bitches, his hips moving more erratically now.

“Yeah,” Yuta chuckles, biting at Danny’s neck. “But it doesn’t get me off like you do.”

Danny chokes something out like Yuta’s name and comes all over his hand. Yuta meant to say ‘it doesn’t get me off like it gets you off.’ He didn’t mean to –

He shakes his head and concentrates on where Danny’s hand is a tight vice around his dick. “I get you off?” Danny asks. “You like watching me, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says, because he’s lost all pretense of a boundary between him and Yuta. “You look so fucking good out there.” He whimpers, chasing Yuta’s hand. “C’mon, don’t stop.”

“Won’t,” Danny says. “Tell me. What do you like to see?”

“I like – I – I like you,” Yuta confesses. “I like how you move. I like how you’re such a prick sometimes.” He thuds his head against the door and twitches his hips up.

“I knew it,” Danny laughs, grinning at Yuta. “You’re so into me it makes you look stupid.”

Yuta laughs as he comes, and Danny kisses him through it. They breathe against each other, foreheads pressed, until Yuta can feel his feet underneath him.

“We, uh,” Yuta says. “We should probably clean up.”

Danny nods and pulls back. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

They wash their hands in silence, checking the bathroom door periodically to make sure nobody’s trying to come in, and eventually they’re presentable again. Well, sort of. The wet spot on Danny’s sweats is pretty glaring.

“Nah, I do this all the time,” Danny says, and he splashes more water on his crotch.

“Oh, so, when you come in your pants, you cover it with water.” Yuta grins at him. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny says, pushing open the bathroom door.

“You already took care of that!”

Yuta tries to get his heart rate and hair under control before he leaves. Of course, halfway down the hallway, he runs into Mox.

“Oh, Jesus,” Mox chuckles.

“What?” Yuta asks. He’d checked his hair, his face, his pants. “What’s wrong with me?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mox says, and Yuta’s about to hit him for looking so smug. “You just can’t stop smiling.”

“I – yes I can.” But he realizes, as he forces his face flat, that his cheeks are hurting. “Shit.”

“Yeah,” Mox says, clapping Yuta on the shoulder. “You’re not into him at all.”

~

July 23rd, 2023: Blood and Guts

“Dude.”

Yuta manages to sit up. “Hey,” he says, frowning. “Why are you in here?”

Danny shrugs, his eyes flickering over to Mox and Claudio in the corner. “Figured I’d check on you. Do they know?”

“About how we fuck?” Yuta asks. “Yeah, they know.” He glances over to Mox and Claudio. Claudio nods and grabs Mox’s arm, but Mox steps forward. Yuta avoids the urge to wince.

“You here to mock him or something?” Mox asks. “I seem to remember you didn’t win, either.”

“Calm yourself, Jon,” Claudio says, a big hand placed across Mox’s chest. “Daniel would never. And if he did, I trust Wheeler would be able to defend himself.” Yuta smiles at him, and Claudio smiles back. “Come. They need some time.”

When the door closes, Danny turns to Yuta. “I don’t think you can fuck me tonight,” he says, sitting next to Yuta on the bench.

Yuta snorts. “You think?” He reaches up and rubs at his bruised neck. “Yeah, I’m a little fucked up right now. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to, like, apologize,” Danny says, and he rests his hand on the bench. Their pinkies touch. “I just wanted to check on you.”

Yuta nods. “I – thanks for that.” He looks up and smiles at Danny. “I’m glad you came.”

Danny’s quiet for a few moments. Yuta decides to wait him out, see if Danny has something else to say.

“Well,” Danny says, and he stands. “Feel better. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” He leans down and kisses Yuta, quick but insistent. “Bye.”

He walks out the door, and Yuta still confused about it when he, Mox, and Claudio curl up in their hotel room together and he falls asleep alone in the second bed.

~

August 27th, 2023: All In

“Shouldn’t you be watching the rest of the matches?” Danny’s stopped saying hello when Yuta calls him anymore. Yuta’s okay with it.

“I figured I’d call,” Yuta says. “How’s the show looking?”

“Dick move to ask me that when I’m not booked and not even in the country,” Danny grumbles.

“Not – that is not what I meant,” Yuta says, trying to not get annoyed. “You know it’s not. I haven’t been able to watch any matches because none of us know where we’re going in the venue and we keep getting lost.” He glances over at the door. It’s closed. Mox and Claudio are out doing production work with the Bucks and Tony. “But, um. What are you doing right now?”

“I’m talking on the phone with a dumbass,” Danny deadpans. “Why?”

“I have the locker room to myself.”

Danny sighs. “Man, you’re predictable. You BCC guys really do get off on getting hurt, don’t you.”

“Just – fuck off and get a dildo,” Yuta demands. “I want you to fuck yourself with it and pretend it’s me.”

Danny lets out a little squeak. “Okay.”

Yuta shoves his pants down his hips. He’d expected Danny to argue, maybe bitch a little about it. But nope. Yuta can hear rustling on the other side of the phone.

“Okay,” Danny says. “I have the stupid tie dye one you got me. I – I can start now.”

“Do it,” Yuta says. “And pretend it’s me.” He spits into his hand and wraps it around his cock. He listens to Danny’s breathing for a few moments, staying quiet until he can’t. “How’s it feel?”

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Not like you.”

“What’s better?” Yuta asks. He’s already too hard, just from the little gasps and slick sounds on the other end of the line.

“You, always,” Danny says.

There isn’t much noise for the next few minutes, just focused breathing, and Yuta thinks he can see what Danny’s doing if he closes his eyes.

“Is it in?” he asks.

“Yeah,” Danny says.

“Ride it,” Yuta commands. “Like you’d ride me.”

Danny exhales. “Yeah, okay.”

Yuta pulls out memories of their previous nights together to paint an image in his mind. Danny, strong thighs and sculpted body rocking on his cock, clenching warm around him.

“Jesus,” Yuta murmurs. “Fucking gorgeous, I bet. Next time you should film yourself.”

Danny’s moan is open and loud as hell. Yuta glances around to make sure nobody’s knocking on the door. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I could do that.”

There’s slick sounds and moans and things slipping out of Yuta’s mouth that are too close to Danny’s name.

“Next year,” Yuta says, arching up into his hand. No matter how tight he gets his hand, it’s never as good as Danny. “Next year, you and me. Pure rules.” He grunts, something a little too close to Danny’s name. “Wembley. We’ll show everybody we’re the best.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. The breathy moans on the other end of the phone are almost too much for Yuta to handle. “I’ll pin you in the middle of the ring.”

“You wish,” Yuta says. “I know you like it best when I get you flat on your back.”

“Fuck you,” Danny moans, and Yuta can tell he’s coming.

“Wish I was there?” Yuta asks, fucking his hips rapidly into his hand. “Bet it’s better when it’s me fucking you, right?”

Danny whimpers, and that’s it for Yuta. He’s gotten lazy about coming neatly, preferring something messy and unhindered when he doesn’t get to do it with Danny. His hand is covered in come.

“Fuck,” Yuta says. He waits a second. “Wish you were here.”

“Yeah,” Danny mutters. “Me too.”

The silence hangs heavy even across the Atlantic.

“You’re on All Out, right?” Yuta asks before he can stop himself.

“Yeah,” says Danny. “Yeah, I got a Battle Royal.”

“I have a tag match,” Yuta says. “Meet up?”

“Definitely.”

“I gotta shower real quick,” Yuta says. “But, um. I can call you back? If you want. We can sort of watch together, if you want.”

“Sure,” Danny says.

He cleans up then calls Danny back within half an hour. Yuta turns All In on using his laptop, and he and Danny swap to FaceTime and watch together for the rest of the evening. It’s too comfortable, too casual, and Yuta’s scared he’s getting used to it. He fights the feeling by insulting Danny every other sentence or so, which Danny returns in kind.

But it’s too easy, with Danny. Everything’s too easy.

And Yuta thinks he should be more scared of it.

~

September 3rd, 2023: All Out

He and Yuta fuck in the hotel room before and after All Out. Danny rides him with their fingers linked, eyes locked, and Yuta comes so hard when Danny calls him “Wheels” it’s almost embarrassing. After, in the shower, Yuta almost calls Danny baby and bites his tongue instead.

He’s fucked.

They’re fucking.

And Danny looks so goddamned pretty when Yuta’s hilt deep inside of him he almost forgets about his win and Danny’s loss.

~

October 1st, 2023: Wrestle Dream

Yuta doesn’t even have the time to be miserable about losing to Ricky. He’s pissed off, disappointed, and annoyed.

And calls Danny.

“Hey,” Danny says. “Sorry you lost.”

“Yeah, sorry,” Yuta says. “Get the dildo. The tie dye one.”

“How do you know I’m not at, like a watch party?” Danny asks, but Yuta hears rustling. “I could be busy right now.”

“Are you?” Yuta asks. He’s hiding in the shower with the water on and his cell phone in a plastic bag to keep it safe. He doesn’t want any interruptions.

Danny groans. “No. Fuck off. I’ll get the tie dye one. It’s weird you only like me to use this one when you’re not here.”

“I got it for you,” Yuta says. “That means it’s closer to me. Come on, let’s go.”

“Demanding,” Danny grumbles. “You should probably turn on FaceTime. So you can see.”

“Okay,” Yuta says, before he can stop to think. He switches to FaceTime and is greeted by Danny looking smug.

“You literally are in the shower,” Danny muses. “Pretty desperate of you, isn’t it?”

“It’s the only way to get any privacy,” Yuta retorts, rolling his eyes. “Come on. Let me see you ride that cock and pretend it’s me.”

Danny’s mouth drops open all pretty, and then he nods. “Give me a second. I think I have an angle you’ll like.”

Twenty minutes later, Yuta’s coming with the image of Danny fucking himself on the dildo he bought him, Danny’s name on his lips.

“Did you just say my name when you came?” Danny asks.

“No,” Yuta says automatically. “Yes. Shut up.”

“Oh, you’re down bad,” Danny says. “I get it, though. I’m the fuck of a lifetime.”

“I’m hanging up now,” Yuta grumbles. But he waits. “Um. I’ll see you at Dynamite?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. Yuta doesn’t think he’ll ever get over that sweet little smile on Danny’s face after he comes. “I’ll see you there.”

Yuta hangs up through the wet plastic and leans his head against the wall of the shower.

“I’m so fucked,” he mumbles, and closes his eyes.

~

November 17th, 2023: Collision

“Fuck,” Yuta says, dropping onto the bench next to Danny. “Just like that first night all over again.”

Danny laughs, a little darkly. “Yeah. Only thing better than you losing is when I win, but I’ll take what I can get.” He looks at Yuta. “Can we talk? Privately?”

“I got better things you could do with your mouth, but sure.” Yuta stands and makes his way to the door. Before he can ask, Danny stops and glances down the hallway. “Dude, you’re acting weird.”

“Am not,” Danny says, and he’s squirmier and more fidgety than Yuta’s ever seen him. “I need a date to a wedding Monday night, okay?”

Yuta blinks. “And you’re asking me? Now?”

Danny shrugs, and still won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “You weren’t my first choice,” he grumbles. “Zay’s busy hanging out with Marq this weekend, Austin’s got a match, and Anna’s going on a weekend thing with Jack.” He looks up finally, looking so fucking annoyed he has to talk to Yuta outside their arrangement at all that Yuta almost wants to tell him no.

“So I’m your last resort,” Yuta says, frowning. “Can’t say that makes me feel good, Danny.”

“I didn’t think you’d even want to say yes,” Danny says. “Whatever. I’ll go solo. Explain it to my cousin.”

Yuta has a sudden flashback to his high school best friend’s wedding. Emily had almost burst into tears when five people no-showed. According to her, that was over $150 just for the plates. “I’ll go,” he says, before he can stop himself. “Danny, I can go with you. I’ll be there.”

Danny immediately goes suspicious. “Why?” he asks.

“Because – you asked!” Yuta yells. “Jesus, you’re so much easier to deal with when my dick’s inside you. Fuck.” He smacks Danny’s arm. “Shut up and let me help, you fucking douche. Text me the info.” He pauses. “Wait. Actually. Get in there.” He grabs Danny’s arm and throws him into the nearest room in the venue. He snickers. “In the closet again, it seems.”

“I fuckin’ hate it when you make jokes when I’m about to suck your dick,” Danny snipes, but he drops to his knees and yanks down Yuta’s ring gear without further ado. He looks up at Yuta, eyes dark. “Wanna make sure you know I still, like, want to kick your ass.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Yuta says, leaning against the wall. “Suck me off.”

Danny’s always so fucking good at this, and that’s what Yuta tells himself is the reason he keeps coming back. Danny’s not the kind of guy who shoves a dick down his throat and expects it to do the job, Yuta’s found. Danny sucks and licks, lapping with a talented tongue along the slit and the head of Yuta’s cock like it’s a lollipop he won at a fair and he won’t share it with anyone else. Yuta squirms with the sensations. He’s always hard after a match, even harder after he and Danny yell at each other, and he’s stroking a thumb along Danny’s jawline before long.

“Hey,” he manages to say. “Danny.”

Danny pulls off, a string of saliva connecting his lips and Yuta’s dick.

“Fuck,” Yuta says, and he wraps a hand around his dick. “Stay right there.”

“Are you seriously going to come on my face?” Danny asks, but he doesn’t move.

“What, you don’t want me to?” Yuta pants, stroking harder. “Then you should move.”

Danny sighs, but he stays exactly where he is. The bitchy, irritated look on his face is what gets Yuta: he comes with a grunt, painting Danny’s face, and slumps against the wall as he strokes himself to the point where he can’t touch anymore. Danny pouts up at him.

“You got me all messy,” he says, licking his lips to catch some of the come dripping down his face. “Gimme your hoodie.”

“I – no!” Yuta says. “This one’s new.” He throws the hoodie to the floor and strips off his shirt. He’s a little too gentle when he uses it to mop up Danny’s face, he thinks. “There. Better?”

“Probably gonna be sticky, but sure.” He stands up and pushes Yuta against the wall. “My turn?”

“You always ask like I’ve ever not gotten you off,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes. “Like, do you really think I’m not gonna suck your dick after you’ve sucked mine?”

Danny shrugs as Yuta drops to his knees and yanks down his sweatpants. Danny’s already left a wet spot on the front of his pants from the way he’d been leaking, and Yuta allows himself a moment to be smug about that.

Yuta sucks Danny down with a purpose. He knows Danny’s close, can tell by the way he yanks gently at Yuta’s hair, but the way he whimpers quietly and breathes.

“Come on,” Yuta says, pulling off for a second, “come in my mouth. I know you like to.”

Danny lets out a choked little moan as he comes down Yuta’s throat, and Yuta swallows him down without a second thought. They’ve been doing this long enough that Yuta’s figured out the exact thing to say, the way to say it, the way to circle his tongue around Danny’s cock.

It’s been months. He wants forever.

“Alright,” Danny says. He shoves at Yuta’s neck, nearly knocking him over. “Jesus, alright, too much.”

“You don’t have to hit me about it,” Yuta grumbles. He stands and glares. “One of these days I won’t suck your dick and then you’ll feel bad about how much of a douche you are.”

“Doubt it,” Danny replies. He adjusts himself in his pants and leaves the room, shooting a smile over his shoulder. “Wedding’s next Monday night. Upstate New York. Bring a jacket.”

Yuta wishes he had the sense to tell Danny no, that he hates being cold, that he’d rather be anywhere other than New York State in the middle of November when he could be home for Thanksgiving before Dynamite.

But the truth is, there’s nowhere he’d rather be than next to Danny.

“Cool,” Yuta says. “Don’t forget to go fuck yourself on the way home.”

~

November 20th, 2023:

Yuta’s fidgety as hell as he leaves the Lyft that drops him off in the front of the hotel. It’s a sweet place, small and relatively cozy for something in a city that wants to be bigger than it is.

“Thanks, man,” Yuta says, putting in the tip and the rating. “Appreciate it.”

He hauls his stuff out of the backseat of the car, a full suitcase and the carryon since he’s going directly from here to Dynamite.

“Yoots!”

He looks up as he drops his suitcase to the ground. “Hey,” he says, and he hates how much his heart lifts when he sees Danny come down the path from the hotel door. “Hi.”

When he gets in front of Yuta, he can see some tightness behind his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Danny says too fast. “We’re good.”

Yuta stares at him until the Lyft pulls away and they’re standing in the cold. “Danny…”

“I, um,” Danny says. He won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “I might have told my family you’re my boyfriend.”

“What?!” Yuta asks. “Danny – what happened to going Wedding Crashers?”

“I panicked, okay?” Danny squirms a little under the attention. Yuta starts his way to the lobby. He doesn’t want to have this conversation while he’s freezing to death outside. “My cousin Jameson’s always been a dick and was on me for not having a girl on my arm, so I was like, ‘what if I brought my boyfriend, bitch?’ It shut him up, but now…” He winces. “I fucked up.”

Yuta sighs. “It’s – it’s fine.” He steadies himself as he hauls the suitcase over the threshold. Danny grabbed his backpack and carryon, which was weirdly sweet. “It’s fine. We can just, like, lie our way through the night or something.” He grins. “I mean, I’ve smacked your ass enough to have my handprint on there. That’s a thing boyfriends do, right?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny grumbles. “Also, I hope you’re cool sharing a bed. Hotel room only has one.”

Yuta shrugs. “What am I gonna do, argue with you?” The two of them make their way into the elevator. “I can’t imagine there are any rooms left in this place with a wedding going on.”

Danny shrugs. “I figured I could get a cot or something if you were really weird about it.”

Yuta figures Danny has a point. This whole time, since Supercard, they’ve never slept in the same bed. They’ve never done much more than what happened in the moment.

“Nah, we can snuggle,” he says, flashing Danny his best facsimile of a smile. “Long as you don’t hog the blankets.”

He’s looking forward to sleeping next to Danny tonight, and wishes he knew how to make it stop.

~

“Goddamnit,” Yuta grumbles. He yanks the tie out again and throws it around his neck. Another attempt at the tie, and this time the skinny part is longer than the wide part and it looks even worse. “Fuck!”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Yuta looks over to see Danny styling his hair. He’d missed it, but it’s gotten longer over the past few months. It’s been long enough for Yuta to thread his fingers in it, angle Danny’s head, pull him around a little. He should have known just from that, but he hadn’t seen it. Not until today.

“Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Yuta shakes his head and blinks. “Oh. I can’t figure out how to get this tie to work.”

“Amateur,” Danny scoffs. He strides over, dress shirt unbuttoned and flowing behind him, and Yuta almost goes weak at the knees. “Gimme.”

“What?”

“The tie, genius,” Danny says. He grabs the tie from Yuta’s hands and wraps it around Yuta’s neck. It’s almost too intimate, and Yuta feels his heart race. Danny’s hands work mercifully quickly. “There,” he says, patting Yuta’s chest. “All done. Now you won’t embarrass me in front of my relatives.”

“Jackass,” Yuta mutters, but he does feel better. “Button your shirt. You look like a sluttier Fabio.”

“Who?”

“Jesus,” Yuta mutters. “Whatever. Go button up so we can get ready to go.”

“Wedding’s not until six.”

“No,” Yuta says, pulling out the invitation. “The ceremony starts at six. We need to get there, like, ten minutes early so we don’t hold up the ceremony start.”

“I forget you’re smart sometimes,” Danny says, and his eyes are fond. He claps Yuta, hard, on the shoulder. “Alright. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Half an hour later, they’re settling into the seats for the ceremony and Yuta is pretending he’s not about to panic.

“This place is beautiful,” Yuta says, his leg bouncing with the anxiety. “I really like the –”

“Hold my hand,” Danny interrupts. “We have to look like a couple.”

“You could say please,” Yuta grumbles, but he takes Danny’s hand and rests their hands on his thigh. “That okay?”

“Yeah,” Danny says, a little softer than Yuta had expected.

He tears up at the vows, personal ones Carla and her fiancé had come up with on their own, and rubs at his eyes with a fist. He doesn’t know why he’s crying; he doesn’t even know these people. Mid rub, he catches Danny watching him. He braces for teasing.

He gets a soft smile instead.

Cocktail hour consists of fielding questions about their relationship to Danny’s family. It’s easier than he expected. Yes, they met in wrestling. No, they got together after the sixty minutes they wrestled each other.

“That’s, um. Personal,” says Yuta when Danny’s cousin Jerry asks if they wrestle when they fuck.

“Learn how to talk to people Jerry,” Danny says, rolling his eyes. “I forgot how weird you are.” Danny grabs Yuta’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get a drink.”

By the time the reception comes around, Danny and Yuta are two drinks in each and Yuta’s finally relaxing. With the music pounding, it’s harder for Danny’s relatives to ask inappropriate questions.

“Danny!” says the bride, walking over with a giant smile. “Hey, kiddo!” She rubs her hand on the top of his head and frowns. “I miss when you were little and you had that super long hair I could mess up.” She turns to Yuta. “Hello,” she says, sticking out her hand. “You must be the guy.” She winks. “Danny’s told me all about you.”

Yuta turns to Danny. “Oh, you have, huh?” He can’t fight the grin on his face. “What did you say about me?”

“Leave me alone,” Danny whines, but he won’t meet Yuta’s eyes. “Ugh. Yes. This is – this is Wheeler.” He sighs. “My boyfriend.”

It still feels weird to hear that word come out of Danny’s mouth, but not in the way Yuta expected. It feels cozy, comfortable. Right. Like what they’ve been doing the past seven or eight months has meant something.

He exhales. “I gotta get something to drink,” Yuta says. “You look beautiful. Congratulations.”

Danny looks baffled for a second until he realizes Yuta’s talking to Carla.

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” says Carla. “Thanks. And take care of my baby cousin. He’s always been very good at getting himself into sticky situations.”

Yuta thinks he deserves a fucking award for how he maintains a straight face. “Course,” he says, voice tight. “I, uh. Gonna get that shot now.” He grabs Danny by the hand. “Dude, that sticky situations line almost got me.”

“Yeah, I could tell. You have a shitty fuckin’ poker face,” Danny mutters.

“But, like, she’s not wrong,” Yuta says, leaning against the bar. “You do get yourself pretty sticky.” He winks and Danny rolls his eyes.

“I fucking hate it when you wink.”

“Do not!” Yuta argues. “You liked it so much that one time when I winked at you in the mirror that you came all over the bench.”

Danny flames bright red. “My entire family is here.”

“And?” Yuta asks. “They’re not, like, right here.” Yuta reaches around to Danny’s waist before he remembers that they aren’t actually boyfriends.

“Every other couple is dancing,” Danny says, and it’s almost too casual.

“Right,” Yuta says. “That’s what people do at weddings.”

He’s not sure why his heart is racing.

“We should probably go dance, too,” Danny says.

“Oh, definitely,” Yuta says. He can hear his heart pounding in his ears. “We need to make sure we actually look like we’re boyfriends, right?”

Danny and Yuta have a weird moment where neither of them have a damn clue where to put their hands. Yuta starts out with them around Danny’s neck, but then Danny puts one on his shoulder, so Yuta puts another one on Danny’s waist.

“We should have practiced slow dancing,” Danny mutters. “We look like idiots.”

“You always look like an idiot,” Yuta offers, and Danny pinches a little bit of skin on his neck in a mildly interesting way.

“Shut up,” Danny grumbles. “Just – here.” He grabs Yuta’s hands and slaps them on his hips. “Put them there and leave them.”

“This is the least romantic thing I’ve ever done,” Yuta grumbles. “Step closer to me. This isn’t middle school. You don’t have to leave room for Jesus.”

“Christ – fine.” Danny pulls Yuta in so close their chests bump and their mouths are almost too close to move without touching.

Yuta doesn’t think. He should. He absolutely should. But he doesn’t. Yuta leans in and kisses Danny gently, too softly. The way he’s wanted to for months.

They kiss. They do.

But never at a wedding. And never around other people.

Yuta pulls back, reluctantly, looking at Danny. “Um.”

“You kissed me,” Danny says, blinking.

Yuta nods. “I did.”

“Why did you kiss me?” he asks. “We don’t kiss like that.”

“We kiss!” Yuta argues, but he knows Danny’s right. “We kiss all the time.”

“Never in front of people,” Danny says, glancing around. But Yuta notices a little pink splotch across his cheeks, so Yuta thinks he may not get the shit kicked out of him. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I don’t know!” Yuta says. “Because.”

“No,” Danny says, and he stops dancing, stops swaying. He looks at Yuta with such a burning gaze it almost makes him uncomfortable. “Wheeler,” he says quietly. “Why did you kiss me?”

Yuta’s heart is pounding. He doesn’t know when it started. He doesn’t know why it won’t slow down. “Danny…”

“Why?” Danny asks, and suddenly Yuta’s being walked backward toward the wall of the venue. “Why did you kiss me, at a wedding, in front of everybody?”

Yuta collides with the wall, and he doesn’t hit his head too bad, at least. “Danny, I –”

Danny crushes his lips to Yuta’s, and Yuta almost slides down the wall with it. He slides his hands under Danny’s suit jacket, pulling him close, yanking his shirt to pull him closer. He knows why. He knows. “Danny,” Yuta says, pulling away. “I kissed you because I wanted to.” He’s breathing too heavily for this to look normal. “I kissed you because I always want to.”

Danny breaks into this sweet, devastating smile. Something Yuta never expected to see from Danny, and never toward him. “You want me,” Danny says.

“I’ve sucked your dick, like, a hundred times since March, and now you realize that?!” Yuta exclaims. “You’re stupider than you look.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Danny growls, and he kisses Yuta again, insistent and firm and knee-weakening. He tries to pull Danny as close as possible, slotting a knee between Yuta’s thighs and pushing up. Danny keens, whines against Yuta’s lips, and pulls him closer.

Yuta freezes when he hears someone clear their throat.

They pull apart, almost reluctantly.

“Um,” Danny says. “Fuck. Uh, hi, Dad.”

Yuta’s eyes widen. “Hi, Mr. Garcia,” he squeaks out. He clears his throat. “I mean. Hello, sir.” He sticks out his hand. “I’m Danny’s – um. Boyfriend? Date? To the wedding.”

“I can see that,” Mr. Garcia says, nodding to Yuta, firmly. Yuta stands his ground and pretends he’s not panicking a little.

“I – Danny didn’t tell me you were coming tonight.” He’s aiming for conversational, but he can hear that his voice is panicked and a little high pitched.

“Is that so, Daniel?” His father looks at Yuta and Danny rolls his eyes. “We weren’t able to get here until after the ceremony, but you knew we would be here.” He turns toward Danny, the expression surprisingly familiar. “Trying to hide me from your boyfriend, Daniel?”

“He’s – Dad, can we not?” Danny pouts, and Yuta resist the urge to roll his eyes. “Like, of all days.” To Yuta’s surprise, Danny reaches out and grabs Yuta’s hand. “Can we just have tonight to chill? You can interrogate him tomorrow.”

Mr. Garcia looks between the two of them for a moment, and Yuta almost holds his breath. He doesn’t know what for. But he’s holding.

“Fine,” Mr. Garcia says. “How about tomorrow at the brunch? The whole family is expected to be there.”

Danny wrinkles his nose. “Do I have to?”

“Do you want me to interrogate your boyfriend now?”

Danny sighs. “No. What time is it at?”

“One in the afternoon.”

“Do I have to be sober?”

Mr. Garcia chuckles. “No, I guess not.” He nods to Yuta. “Keep him from doing anything stupid, okay?”

“Hey!”

Yuta laughs. “I will, sir.”

Mr. Garcia nods and walks away, off to a pretty woman who looks strikingly like Danny.

“That your mom?” Yuta asks, as Mr. Garcia presses a kiss to her forehead.

Danny nods.

“She’s pretty.”

“Hey!” Danny says, shoving at Yuta’s shoulder. “Don’t hit on my mom.”

“I’m not hitting on your – I was just making out with you!” Yuta groans. “God, is this insecurity? Is this your deal?”

“I am not insecure!” Danny half shrieks. “You were saying my mom was pretty! That’s fucking weird, dude!”

“It is not! It’s a – fuck it.” Yuta reaches out and yanks Danny in for a searing kiss, catching all of Danny’s bitchiness and swallowing it before Danny can spew it back at him. Danny makes a cute little noise, somewhere in the back of his throat, and kisses Yuta back like a battle. Yuta laughs against his lips and pokes at Danny’s waist.

“Jesus – what?”

“If we’re going to get stupid, we should go somewhere more private.”

Danny glances around. “Um. There is a bridal room.”

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “That’s a terrible idea.” He glances over to where Carla is sitting with her bridesmaids, laughing about something. “Let’s do it.”

Danny drags Yuta by the arm to the bridal room, a tiny, closet-sized space that you can barely fit two of them in, let alone an entire party.

“Lock the door,” Danny says. “I, uh. I dropped a bag in here. Earlier.” His grin goes sly. “I might have had this in mind, even without the, uh. Kissing.”

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom after the ceremony!” Yuta almost yells. “Oh, you dumb slut. I should have known.”

Danny glances over his shoulder as he shuffles his pants down his legs. “I think this is a sign I’m a smart slut, actually.”

Yuta shrugs, shoving his own dress pants just low enough to get his dick out. He strokes himself once, just to get himself a little relief, but it doesn’t work.

“You open yourself up, huh?” Yuta asks. He grabs at Danny’s asks, pulling apart his cheeks. “Aw. You didn’t.”

“I was being a wedding guest and drinking,” Danny snaps back. “You do it if you want to fuck me so bad.”

Yuta presses him to the wall with his body. “Yeah? Don’t mind if I do.”

He grabs the lube from Danny’s hands, resisting the urge to spray it in Danny’s face just as revenge for him being so annoying, and drips some onto his fingers.

“So fucking hot,” he mumbles, kissing at the soft space behind Danny’s ear. Danny sighs, pressing his ass backward. Yuta groans at it, sliding his dick between Danny’s cheeks. “If you do that, I can’t get my dick in you.”

“Yeah,” Danny says. “Shit. Yeah, hold on.” He pulls forward and turns, bracing his elbows on the sink. He glances over his shoulder and winks. “Come on. We won’t break it.”

“Tell that to that headboard at that one hotel in Garland,” Yuta chuckles, but he strokes between Danny’s cheeks to find his hole and, gently, reverently slides a finger in.

Danny’s loud enough that Yuta has to slap a hand over his mouth.

“Quiet,” Yuta hisses. “You really think you want your dad walking in here after we just met?”

“Ew,” Danny says against the palm of Wheeler’s hand. “You couldn’t have used, like, literally anyone but my dad?”

“Fine,” Yuta says. “You want some random bridesmaid coming in here?” He pumps his finger to hear some truly magnificent sounds tumble from Danny’s lips. “You want somebody to see you?”

Danny whimpers and nods.

“The point is, you’d like it if other people walked in,” Yuta says, and he presses his hand more firmly against Danny’s mouth as he works Danny slowly open, little circles that have Danny panting wet and hot against his hand. “That’s why you get off so hard when we’re fucking at venues, isn’t it?”

Danny nods, pushing back against Yuta’s finger.

“You want somebody to watch us?” Yuta asks, and Danny’s so relaxed, so ready, that Yuta’s able to add another finger. “See the way I fuck you?” He scissors his fingers and Danny slumps forward, Yuta’s hand moving from his mouth.

“Yes,” Danny whispers. He’s rocking his hips against Yuta so insistently that all Yuta has to do is keep his hand still and Danny does all the work. “Want – maybe Mox?”

“Oh,” Yuta laughs. “Now that you got me under your weird little sexy spell, you wanna get Mox in on it too?” He chuckles, gripping Danny’s ass with the hand not otherwise occupied. “Maybe we both fuck you at once, right?”

“Jesus Christ,” Danny says. “You want me to blow my load already?”

“Could be fun,” Yuta says, twisting his fingers to get a gasp from Danny. “Make you clean up my hand when you come in it.”

“There’s a sink, right there,” Danny points. “But, like. Okay.”

Yuta snickers. “Dumb slut energy.”

“You’re a dumb slut too, jackass,” Danny says, and he’s taking all three fingers like it’s nothing. Yuta pulls his fingers out and slicks up his dick. “Fucking me all desperate in a bridal room at a hotel ballroom?” His breath catches as Yuta lines his cock up with Danny’s hole. “That’s a slut move.”

“Well, then, we’re both sluts,” Yuta says. He teases the head of his cock into Danny, slowly, so neither of them get too loud. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so good.”

Danny exhales slowly as Yuta pushes further in. “You do, too. You always do.” He whines, high pitched and needy, as Yuta bottoms out.

“You good?” Yuta asks. He’s breathing heavily. He doesn’t know when it started.

“Yeah,” Danny gasps. “Yeah, definitely good. Come on.” He pulls forward and pushes back just enough for Yuta to really feel him. “Fuck me good so I can’t speak. Don’t wanna get walked in on.” He winks at Yuta from over his shoulder.

“Did you just – are you – fucking fine.”

Yuta fucks Danny with intent, with focused, firm strokes. He’s got a hand around Danny’s cock while he does it.

“I think I like that idea from earlier,” Danny says, panting. “You – you should come in me. Make me feel it all as we say goodbye to everybody and go back to the hotel.” He hums, high pitched and whining. “Oh, god.”

“Then, what?” Yuta says. “You come in my hand and I feed it back to you?”

The open, wanting sound that comes from the back of Danny’s throat is almost too much for Yuta to handle. He speeds up his hand and his hips.

“Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I like that. You’ll feel me the whole time we go back out there.” He laughs, stroking Danny’s grip more tightly. “You’ll be saying goodbye to Grandma and I’ll get into a detailed conversation with your uncle, just to make you wait longer.

“Okay, in theory, this is good,” Danny says. “But mentioning my family is, like, gonna kill my boner.”

“Noted,” Yuta says. “Then maybe,” he fucks Danny, rolling his hand on the head of Danny’s dick, “I get on a phone call with Mox that can’t wait. Maybe I tell him all about this.”

Danny comes without anything else, into Yuta’s hand, and it’s – Yuta’s gone. He comes so deep into Danny he thinks he might have burnt a mark into him, and settles, rolling airplane-stiff shoulders.

Danny turns around with a grin on his face, and licks Yuta’s hand dry.

“You were just waiting to do this, weren’t you?” Yuta asks. “You should have said something sooner. We could have saved a bunch of loads of laundry.”

Danny laughs as he licks once more up the side of Wheeler’s pinky. “Didn’t think you’d want to,” Danny murmurs, leaning back against the sink. With his pants down his hips, his tie disheveled, and his shirt all mussed, Danny look like some sort of romance novel dream.

“Come here,” Yuta says, and he reaches out to yank Danny into him. Danny kisses him deep, like he means it, like he wants Yuta to taste the come he’d drawn out of Danny, and it’s enough to make Yuta weak in the knees.

“We really do have to get back out there soon,” Yuta mutters against Danny’s lips. “As good as you were at staying quiet, there’s a limit to how long we can be gone without people knowing where we were.”

“That something you learned from Mox?” Danny teases, and he pulls his pants back up and does the belt. “How do I look?”

“Freshly fucked,” Yuta says. “Let me – get over here.”

 Danny and Yuta slap at each other at failed attempts at getting each other presentable and washed up, but it’s a good enough lie at it when they leave the room that they don’t feel too worried.

They stumble out of the room, still grinning, and immediately run into Danny’s cousin Megan.

“Oh, are you serious?” Megan says, rolling her eyes. “Danny, Jesus, you could keep it in your pants for the wedding?”

“Don’t tell Carla,” Danny says. “Or my dad. Or my mom. Actually, don’t tell anybody, or I’ll tell Grandma about that time you came to Thanksgiving high and backed into her rose garden.”

Megan’s face goes wide and panicked. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“I won’t,” Danny says, “if you keep quiet about this.”

With an eye roll, Megan walks away. “Fine,” she yells over her shoulder. “You still fucking suck, though.”

“She doesn’t mean it,” Danny says, once Megan has walked away. “She loves me.”

“Does she?” Yuta asks. “Because it seems like the two of you want to kill each other.”

“Only when we’re sober,” Danny explains. “Speaking of which, let’s get to the bar. I wanna do some shots.”

“We need to go back to the hotel,” Yuta says. He leans in, “Or do you want other people to see my come leaking out of you?”

Danny goes pink. “Fuck. You’re right.” He exhales slowly. “If you say shit like that all the time, I’m gonna have a really hard time keeping it in my pants. Don’t say that shit at work if you know what’s good for you.”

“I know what’s good for you,” Yuta says, grinning as he makes his way down the stairs to the door. “And it’s my dick, right?”

“You’re the fucking worst,” Danny says, and he takes off down the stairs beyond Yuta. “Come on. I think you have to fuck me again.”

“It’s been minutes.”

“And?” Danny asks. “What, you too much of an old man to get it up or something?”

“Fuck off!” Yuta says. “God, you’re annoying. Go get in the car.” He pauses. “Actually. You need to say goodbye to everybody, first.” He grins at Danny. “It would be rude to leave without telling people.”

He watches how Danny wiggles, just the tiniest bits, as he talks to his family and says goodbye. Yuta plays the perfect gentleman, shaking hands and sharing smiles, until Danny gets a hold of his hand and yanks.

“Alright, well,” Danny says. “We’re getting tired. Congratulations again, Carla.”

She eyes Danny and Yuta for a minute. “Yeah,” she says. “Thanks. And I’ll pretend I didn’t see the two of you leaving the bridal room earlier.”

Yuta feels himself flush as Danny drags him out of the car. “Took you long enough,” Danny says. “What, are you trying to woo my entire family?”

“I’m apparently your boyfriend now, so I want them to like me.”

Danny throws Yuta truly sinful smile as he slides into the driver’s seat. “Yeah? You gonna try and stay around for a while?”

“Only because you like me so much.”

Danny laughs, throwing his head back as he starts the car.

“Don’t crash it with your hornyvision,” Yuta warns as he slides into the seat. “I can’t believe you’re gonna make me fuck you again, already. You’re awful.”

“I’m not gonna make you fuck me. What is wrong with you?” Danny scoffs, pulling out of the driveway. He wiggles. “Oh, god. It’s getting really uncomfortable.”

Yuta shrugs. “You earned it.”

Danny blushes pink and goes silent.

“Oh, that a thing you like?” Yuta asks. “You wanna hear that you got what you deserved or something?”

“This is just a dick move now,” Danny grumbles.

“You’re lucky the hotel is close to the venue,” Yuta muses.

“You’re not,” Danny bitches back. “You probably have to wait another, like, ten minutes before you can even think about a boner.”

“Why are you insulting me right after we decided to be, like, a thing?” Yuta asks. But he knows he’s laughing. “You changing your mind? Only want me for my dick or something?”

“Of course not,” Danny says. He takes the turn toward the hotel. “I like you because you’re a good wrestler and you’re hot.”

“Oh, so I’m a piece of meat to you,” Yuta says. “You might as well date a fleshlight.”

“Nah. Fleshlights can’t fuck me into next week or take me to dinner.” He flashes a gentle smile over to Yuta, completely disconnected from his words, when he hits a red light. “Which, um. Tomorrow? Night? Since we don’t leave until Wednesday morning.” He flutters his eyelashes and smiles.

Yuta reaches out and touches Danny’s hand. Danny immediately flips his over and laces their fingers. “Yeah,” Yuta says. “Yeah, I’ll take you to dinner.”

“I’ll take you to dinner,” Danny corrects, parking the car.

“What? Why?” Yuta steps out of the car and leans on the hood while Danny carefully wiggles himself out. “You asked me to take you to dinner.”

“Yeah, but now I want to take you to dinner.” He wrinkles his nose. “Actually, I want you to fuck me again and then to take a shower. This is getting weird.”

Yuta snickers the whole way up to the hotel room. Danny glowers, shifting his hips every few seconds.

“Are you done making jokes about how I can’t get it up again?” Yuta murmurs, getting into Danny’s space in the elevator. Danny leans against the wall.

“Don’t have proof you can yet,” Danny taunts back.

Yuta grabs his hand and places it on his crotch, allowing Danny to feel that he is, in fact, ready to go again. “How about now?”

Danny presses his lips together, squeezes his hand gently, and exhales. “Yeah,” he mutters. “Yeah, I – okay.”

Danny unlocks the door with impressive speed, then turns and grabs Yuta by the tie and yanks him into the room. Yuta gets straight up dizzy. He hadn’t realized he could get harder, but here he is.

“Pants down,” Yuta says. “I gotta – fuck.”

Danny yanks at his tie and pulls it off over his head, unbuttoning his shirt with surprisingly deft fingers. “Nah,” he says. “I’m getting naked for this one.” He looks Yuta up and down. “And so are you.”

Yuta shrugs and unbuttons his shirt two down and then pulls everything off in one go. He almost gets stuck in his tie, but he thinks he saves it and starts on his jeans.

“Saw you get your tie stuck around your neck,” Danny says. It’s unfair how good he looks stretched across the bed. “Smooth.”

“Get on your knees and stop bitching,” Yuta says. He watches a smile spread across Danny’s face.

“Damn, alright,” Danny says. For the first time in a while, Danny does what he’s told and gets up on his knees, stretching downward like a cat. Yuta’s head spins.

“Holy shit,” he murmurs, kicking off his pants. “Look at that.”

He traces his fingers along the mess left behind on Danny’s ass.

“I really can’t, but I can feel it.” He clenches on nothing and Yuta whimpers. “Yeah? You like the mess you made?”

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he says, tracing his fingers along the mess then between Danny’s cheeks. He slides two fingers in easy and Danny pushes back, sighing.

“Good,” Danny murmurs. “Come on.”

“Hold on.” While the come is an interesting slickness, Yuta leans over and grabs the lube from the TV stand and coats his dick. “Okay.” His hands are a little shaky. “You ready?”

“Ready,” Danny says. “Weird to think this is fucking my boyfriend now.”

“It’d be great if you stopped talking for, like, eight minutes.”

Yuta’s never fucked Danny like this, when there’s evidence left behind of what they’d done before. He’s never been able to slide into Danny so easily, to feel that hot vice around him with every sense memory that they just did this and neither of them could get enough. He’s never fucked his boyfriend, his boyfriend who is Daniel fucking Garcia, in a hotel room before.

He drags out, taking his time and taking in the moment. Danny exhales sharply. Yuta freezes.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

Danny nods. “Just – sensitive.” He turns, lips pressed together. “Don’t stop.”

“You want me to go slow?” Yuta asks. He circles his hips, slow and aching, and Danny sighs deeply into the mattress. “Take my time with you?”

“Yeah,” Danny says. His arms are stretched out in front of him, pressing against the mattress.

Yuta does as Danny requests, taking it slow and dragging. His mind is scrabbling to focus on everything at once, but each thought pops in and pops out like fireworks.

“I wasn’t really your last choice, was I?” Yuta asks, moving his hips in a gentle circle. “For the wedding.”

“No,” Danny sighs. “Wanted to ask you first. Didn’t think you’d say yes, though, so I asked everybody else.”

“Oh, baby,” Yuta says, and he trails his fingertips down Danny’s back. He can tell they’re not fucking right now. This feels like more. “I wish you’d asked. I thought you didn’t think about this as more than just a way to get your dick wet.”

“Yeah, well, that’s a bonus.”

He taps at Danny’s hip. “Roll over. I want to see you.”

Yuta pulls out and arranges Danny on the bed. His eyes are fluttered half shut, a pretty smile on his lips. “There you are,” he murmurs as he pushes back into Danny. “I’ve been fucked up over you for months, Danny. I think, maybe,” he runs his hands along Danny’s thighs. “Maybe since that first time.”

“Course you were,” Danny says, grinning up at him as his heels dig into Yuta’s back. “I’m a habit you can’t quit, baby.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “You’re talking a big game for a guy who practically fell in love with me at a wedding.” He pauses. “Fuck. Pretend I didn’t say that.”

Danny shrugs. “Do you think you’re wrong or something?”

Yuta searches his eyes and sees no mockery there. He dives down and kisses Danny, tasting the implications on his lips, intent to tell a promise through his own. Danny threads his fingers in Yuta’s hair, tugging gently, and Yuta, with an involuntary twitch of his hips, comes in Danny before he can think about it.

“Sorry,” he gasps against Danny’s lips. “Fuck, that’s embarrassing.” He slides down Danny’s body and takes Danny’s cock in his mouth, slides his fingers through the mess of his own come and pushes two fingers into Danny. He crooks his fingers up and sucks hard.

“Yeah, it was,” Danny says, gripping Yuta’s hair. “But, like. Yeah. I think I was – Jesus fucking Christ, Wheeler – for a long time. But I didn’t know until I saw your face when they said their vows.”

Yuta flicks his eyes up to see Danny arching his back off the bed. He wants to memorize it.

“Wheeler,” he gasps. “I think I love you.”

Yuta crooks his fingers up again and then Danny’s coming into his mouth. He swallows Danny down, stroking his inner thighs, until Danny shoves at him with his heel.

“Of course you tell me you love me when your dick’s in my mouth and I’ve got two fingers in your ass,” Yuta says, breathless. He dives down and kisses Danny deep, swallowing the whimpering moan coming from his lips. “You fucking suck.” He kisses Danny again, gentler this time. “I can’t believe I love you.” He kisses Danny’s nose, cheeks, jaw. Danny’s hands roam across his body. “But, um. Yeah. I think I figured it out way back when we – at All In.” He strokes Danny’s cheek. “When I realized I cared more about missing you than losing the match.” He leans down and kisses Danny again. “We sure fucked up being friends with benefits, didn’t we?”

Danny grins. “Yeah. You’re so sappy you fell in love with me.”

Yuta rolls his eyes. “Yeah. I did.”

They fall asleep curled around each other. It’s just as good as Yuta had hoped.

~

Mini playlist: Hold Me Like a Grudge - Fall Out Boy Time Bomb - All Time Low Somewhere A Click Is Ticking - Snow Patrol I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ december 2022

posting this one a little early as i'll be posting my writing year in review post on the 31st!

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: 11 936

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue; The Gemini Heist (or, The WIP Formerly Known As "Secret Space WIP")

proudest accomplishment: idk i feel like this has been one of my best writing months in a while. i just feel it in my heart of hearts

books read: Discordia by Kristyn Merbeth

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

so i've been pretty MIA these past few weeks :/ i just started a new full time job which is quite physical and while i am enjoying it immensely, i'm usually tired at the end of the day to come on writeblr.

BUT somehow i've still been finding time to write! lots of fun things are happening in the chaynematic universe.

i've also been drawing quite a bit too! i'm really challenging myself to draw out of my comfort zone (which really just means drawing backgrounds that are more than a shape or a gradient, welp). currently working on a piece for my new wip which is... taking way longer than i would like 😅

reading comments: Discordia (which is the final book in this space opera trilogy i've been reading over the last few months) was good, not great, and the ending felt a little anticlimatic, but i can understand why it ended the way it did. a solid 4/5 stars because i still had a good time. anyways if you like Chay Stories, i recommend this trilogy! it's far from perfect and a little rough around the edge but it's still fun and enjoyable and hits all the right elements i personally love! (sibling drama in space! funky alien tech! bisexuals, plural!!!!!)

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE (draft 2)

i tend to work on this one when i don't have the brainpower to think too much, as a lot of it is just polishing or expanding on things that are already written.

i did add some new scenes that i hope will add more meat to the story. one is a phone call Azami witnesses between her father and some other politician, which is meant to add some political backdrop to the conflict between the planets. the other is a scene where Azami tries to run away before being placed on the expedition, but gets caught by her brother Ansel, as i wanted Azami to be more active in trying to shape her fate from the very get-go, and also give her and Ansel more scenes together. i haven't quite finished the latter one yet though because i haven't had the braincells to write any completely new scenes for this wip lately.

i also really reworked an exposition-heavy chapter where Petra gets the rundown of the expedition, and the scene right before they leave when they're given a tour of the ship to make it less clunky, sprinkling description of the ship into the team's actions as they get settled in instead of throwing a big wall of description at you.

so as of now a good chunk of act 1 is already rewritten!

however i do think in the second half of the month the steam for AR (which was all momentum from finishing AR3) has cooled down a bit and my mind has shifted elsewhere. which brings me to my next section...

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (outlining / draft... 0.5?)

in case you missed it: i have a new wip !!! (technically it's not new because i've been secretly working on it sporadically since spring, but it's new to most of you.) i'm having a ball writing about these awful gay women doing crime in space!!! i really missed that New WIP High haha. i feel like a kid in a sandbox.

i realized partway through the first act that the way i was writing AR wouldn't work for GH. because it's a heist i'll have to plan thigns more than i did with AR... but having a too-detailed outline feels too restricting. so instead i'm attempting to fast draft this thing so i can get a fuller picture of where i'm going, but still be able to plants this draft which seems to be the way that works best for me. (probably because you can't spell plantsing without plants.)

except that i'm really bad at not getting caught up in details while drafting, especially when writing dialogue-- these guys always end up talking and talking way more than i intend lmao. so i'm calling this more of a draft 0.5, where some parts will be more detailed but others will... not. i've pretty much skipped all description or non-essential worldbuilding. that's a problem for Future Chay.

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

this is from gemini heist chapter 4, where Leo is trying to convince Illiana to help them, and Euna and Gabi are... not exactly helping.

Illiana’s chest tightened. She took a deep breath. “How do I even know I can trust you? You’re a criminal, aren’t you? Why wouldn’t you take the money and leave once I’ve given you what you want?”

Leo leaned back in her chair. “I’m an honest criminal, Heir,” she began.

The shorter, chubbier of the two minions spoke for the first time, muttering under her breath, “I’m pretty sure ‘honest criminal’ is an oxymoron, actually.”

The taller, muscular one reached over and gave the short one a little smack on the arm. “I don’t think the Captain appreciates you calling her a moron, Gabi,” she scolded.

Leo’s overall expression didn’t change, but Illiana didn’t miss the exasperation briefly flashing through her eyes.

Leo, to Euna and Gabi: i have total faith in you guys

Leo, to herself: there's like a 30% chance they both die

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

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andromeda taglist:

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gemini heist taglist:

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[zahri-melitor]

Another no Santa holiday special (honestly this one is a Christmas free zone) but I'm not skipping important preboot holiday reading.

DC Holiday Special 2010 #1

Sometimes the Bear - Anthro. I see this special is once again plumbing the depths of 'who?' Joey Cavalieri they couldn't get you to write me a Helena story instead?

Anyway, It's 'Solstice Celebration Dinner' time with the Cro-Magnons! The men of the tribe go out to perform the 'false hunt' ritual, but try to leave Lart, a young teen, behind 'to protect the women'.

Anthro and his father Ne-ahn encounter a tribe of man-eaters and Anthro convinces his father to make snowmen to convince the other tribe that they have many warriors.

Meanwhile, Lart encounters a bear and tries to kill it. After seeing off the other tribe, Anthro and Ne-ahn arrive and help with Lart's kill, and reward him with a solstice gift for being a mighty hunter.

Guiding Light - Jonah Hex. Twin highwaymen hold up a Rabbi and his son and kill the Rabbi (and steal a family heirloom of gold coins). The son stumbles back into town and Jonah Hex is hired to hunt down the highwaymen. They track them for 8 days, finally finding them as the highwaymen's fires keep bursting back into flame after being put out. The son gets to bury his father. (Yes, this is the Hanukkah story and actually it's an interesting adaption for once to my eye that isn't 101 level retellings).

Holy Day - Green Lantern. This is a story about ritual violence for religious reasons. John Stewart is helping a new Lantern on an alien planet where this occurs, and reminisces about both seeing Ashtura and a Good Friday re-enactment (both involving a lot of blood).

Hero of Heroes - Superman. A Thanksgiving Parade! The Daily Planet gives out a hero award every year, and the various characters are discussing which superhero should win it. It looks like it is being awarded to Superman, but Clark makes a speech about all the sorts of heroes he's encountered, then nominates a kid, Alex, who rescued his family from a housefire and was horribly burned, proving you don't have to have any powers to be a hero.

The Gift - Spectre. Crispus visiting Tehran for the first day of Spring, the Persian New Year. He interferes with some criminals beating up the warden of an orphanage to save him and the children.

Holiday - Legion of Super-Heroes. Apparently in the 31st century we now efficiently celebrate a single festival day called 'Holiday'. I...don't think this tracks with other holiday specials I've read involving LOSH, but sure. In any case, due to a false emergency, the LOSH get to spend Holiday with their family (each other).

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Once I post the fanart, you can contact me if you want it taken down but if I sense you are LYING, GUILT TRIPPING , OR THREATENING YOUR OWN LIFE to get me to take it down, I will REFUSE to take it down and BLOCK you ENTIRELY.

I got more rules upcoming and I'm trying to update as frequently when I stumble across something that I either don't wanna hear or be associated with.

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You CAN ask me questions, requests etc. But eventually I'll have to draw a line somewhere. (As long as you guys are respectful, just don't be fuckin' weird, gross or disgusting about it. You guys know what the fuck I'm talking about. Gross and genuinely fucked up shit like Transphobia, Homophobia, Your Politics, Your disgusting uses of slurs to hurt anyone other than myself, Pedophilia, Zoophilia, Bullying, Harassment or any of that shit I hear too much about online. I WILL NØT tolerate that here and I will boot your ass so fast that you will have no choice but to leave me and everybody the fuck alone. My fellow freaks and I DØN'T do that shit here. I don't give out second chances so you'd better watch it.)

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I have to repeat myself often and I HATE having to repeat myself because I'm so fucking sick and tired of you guys NOT listening to what I have tried to warn you.

Like I said before and I'll say it again once more...

I. DØN'T GIVE. OUT. SECOND. CHANCES.

So watch it.

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Now with THAT out of the way... allow me to introduce myself. :D

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Introduction Under Construction...

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Naw LøL in just jostling with ya! Hi there, I'm Sinclair Mangle Alexander I'm known as my artist name, Mangled Angel or ✞Ï̸Ň̸§̶Ä̸Ň̶Ï̵Ť̴Ý̶✞. I have many usernames but these used to be the most used. You already know me a bit because of SoundCloud and YouTube as (MangledWhoNow?) and you'll probably know me a lot more when I have my music put out there for all to enjoy other than myself.

As you already know (but this one is for those that DON'T actually know.), I identify as a Transgender Female and I'm married to guy who is dead (Which this makes me very gay just saying that out loud and that's okay because I am very proud of who I am. Even though I second guess myself to death everyday. Even while I'm typing all this right now. And you reading all this.) and I love him very much so if you can't handle it then get the fuck off my page and stop bitching to me about it.

I also have a husband who I am now a part of his band project so you'll have to wait for that one. (He's _the_invisible_mister_scratch on IG.) I got plans.

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Don't know what the fuck else to type here so uhmm...

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What I do here?

I just do random shit whenever and wherever I feel like it but if you wanna get technical with it:

I edit things, draw, play video games (might consider live streaming them again like I used to even though I'm not the spring chicken I used to be.) make tutorials here and there. Uhmmm I also make mixtapes, archive shit I find on the internet and uhmm that's all I got on me right now.

I goof off on my Twitter quite often (m_an_gled_w_ho if those that don't know that already.) and I'm gonna try to be more archive on Tumblr as much as I can!

My IG for me talking about things I obsess with is idareyoutocopymeyoufuckingsuck (a.psycho.dark.darling used to be the username and I changed it because it makes me uncomfortable now. Go ahead and use it if you want, I really don't care.) It's mostly active but it's just me making a fool out of myself talking and obsessing about stuff for no goddamn reason because I felt like it.) My other IG is just barely so I'm not even gonna list it here. Just kidding, I would because why not. It's this one even though it's a dead art account.

My Deviant Art is mangledwhoangel

My other YouTube channel that is now semi active, (I'll get there, don't rush me.) is ?!?!!MangledWhoDoesWHAT?!?!!

There is another YouTube channel I also archive videos that are mine on (MangledWhoNow?) Video Archives. There is an Instagram archive account page on there because I no longer use that account even though I still hold custody over it. Including the Gacha junk I had on there.

And this one for others videos I find interesting and should keep them up as MUCH as possible but that's for another day. (Yes, I archive stuff other than music too. I'm working on it.) --- is another I like.

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What do you usually obsess about?

It's Machine Girl, Sonic The Hedgehog, Postal and Neon White mostly, you'll just have to ask me to find out the rest.

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Original Characters/Aliases I got for my music 'n shit:

Photos 1 & 2 Borimus/BØr1MŪ§

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[three-headed-monster]

another wjc 2023 update

hey everyone!

i'm gonna talk about all this stuff on the podcast later this week but i wanted to make a small post about all the news about to come out this week

selection camp roster announcement and team canada wjc schedule

from the mayor, who covers the kings,

i personally expect the announcement to come ~12 pm est and/or 12 pm local time (ast). last year i'm pretty sure it came out at 2 pm est, which is 12 pm exact mst (edmonton's time zone)

that means we officially have a full look at what camp and the rest of the tournament will look like!

dec 1st: wjc selection camp roster announced

dec 9th-12th: selection camp occurs in moncton

dec 19th: first team canada pre-tournament game in moncton

dec 26th-dec 31st: wjc preliminaries begin

jan 2nd-jan 5th: elimination rounds

i also found a tweet that contained the full pre-tournament schedule, which may or may not be on tsn (i actually don't know, keeping an eye on that)

2. roster size

per corey pronman:

this means the team will probably take only 1 extra forward, 1 extra dman, and 1 extra goalie

so anyone on the outside looking in right now (i'm thinking like zach l'heareux or chase stillman or conor geekie) are unlikely to make the team

this applys to all teams though, so it's looking like trouble for any underage forwards not having great seasons.

3. brandt clarke's status

after the 9-8 mess of a game la played last night, they're also playing against arizona today (i think it's a back to back with travel). considering how awful the dcore was last night, they should be looking to make some changes to it. it's in my opnion that if brandt clarke plays tonight against arizona, that ends the hopes for him making an appearance at wjc. they wouldn't be burning his elc year if they truly thought that he was going to end up going to wjc camp in like two weeks. they have called up jordan spence as well though, alongside some other dmen, so it'll be interesting to see which route la ends up taking there. should be informed of the lineup later today.

4. shane wright's status

i haven't seen as much about this as i maybe should have? but as far as i know, with morgan geekie's injury, it's likely that wright gets into the montreal game at very least before heading to wjc camp. he may not head to wjc camp at all with how well he's been playing. the kraken haven't called up anyone to replace geekie yet. that being said though, they have continued to win without geekie and wright so perhaps the staff will finally make the right decision and just let him go to wjc. i don't know though, it all depends on what they think

5. switzerland wjc selection camp roster

interesting to see lian bischel here after he famously denied going to the summer tournament for the swiss ice hockey federation. perhaps this is a sign that relationships can heal though, and hopefully we get something of that sort with brandt clarke and hockey canada

[animatedintellect]

Convention

Last summer, right after I graduated high school, I got to go to the Taipei Anime Convention, and honestly, it was one of the coolest things I’ve ever done. The convention ran from July 27th to July 31st at the Taipei World Trade Center. I was back in Taiwan visiting some friends, and we decided to check it out together. I’ve always been a huge anime fan, but this was my first time going to a convention, so I was super excited but also pretty nervous.

As soon as we walked into the convention, I was hit with this wave of excitement and, honestly, a bit of nervousness too. The place was packed with people, and the energy was just insane. It felt like stepping into a whole different world where everyone was just as obsessed with anime as I am. There were vendor stands everywhere with tons of anime merch, awesome displays, and loads of people in cosplay. At first, it was a bit overwhelming because I didn’t know where to start, and there were so many people around.

The cosplay was seriously mind-blowing. I’ve always thought cosplay was cool, but seeing it in person was on a whole different level. The costumes were insanely detailed, and the people wearing them really brought the characters to life. I saw everything from mainstream characters like Naruto to more obscure ones that only hardcore fans would recognize. It was like being in the middle of a real-life anime, and it was both exciting and a little intimidating. I felt a bit too shy to jump into the cosplay photo sessions, even though my friend was all for it. I guess since it was my first time, I was just trying to take everything in.

As we explored more of the convention, I started to chill out a bit. We checked out all the different stands, and I was blown away by how much cool stuff there was. There were action figures, posters, keychains, and so much more. I wanted to buy everything, but I knew I had to hold back, so I just enjoyed looking around. It was awesome to see so many people who were just as into anime as I am, and it made me feel like I was part of this huge community.

One of the highlights for me, even though I didn’t get to see him, was knowing that Yuki Kaji, the voice actor for Eren from Attack on Titan, was there. Eren is one of my favorite characters, so just knowing that his voice actor was at the same event as me was super exciting. I didn’t get a chance to attend his panel or see him in person, but it still made the convention feel even more special.

The whole experience was like a rollercoaster of emotions. At first, I was nervous and a bit overwhelmed, but by the end of the convention, I felt so happy that I went. It was a huge step out of my comfort zone, but I’m really glad I took it. Even though I didn’t do everything I wanted to, like taking part in the cosplay sessions, I still felt like I belonged there.

If you’re thinking about going to an anime convention for the first time, I’d definitely say go for it! It can be a bit overwhelming at first, but just take your time and explore at your own pace. And if you’re feeling shy, bring a friend will makes the whole thing even more fun and helps you feel more comfortable.

[egcarlos]

Food, Faith and Family

As the end of June was approaching, the health of my grandfather started to deteriorate. So, I decided to set a trip to the Philippines to arrive on July 20, not knowing that he would pass away July 18th.

It’s not like it was totally unexpected, my grandfather is the type to not tell anyone what is wrong or what is bothering him. His pain tolerance is incredulously high, so for him to tell us that he wanted to go to the hospital around the second week of July, we knew something was up. It was a stressful 2 weeks for all my family, not only those who were actually present in the Philippines, but also for me as I was the one trying to coordinate and approve lab work and procedures for my grandfather. It was very difficult trying to communicate with doctors several thousand miles away in a different time zone. I regret having lost my patience with them at times and questioned their motives as the treatment they were offering my grandfather was sort of disjointed and scattered. At the end of the day though, that afternoon on July 18th that I got the news that he passed, I thought, It’s probably for the better.

He was almost 85 years old and lived a beautiful life filled with so many accomplishments, friendships and service to his community. His success and sacrifice in turn gave my mom the opportunity to find her own, starting the domino effect of leading me to where I am today. In the Philippines, it is custom to have a more extended wake filled with multiple services and prayers. For almost a whole week, I spent majority of my day in the chapel where my grandfather's body was being displayed socializing with my cousins (who slept in the chapel at night!), meeting relatives I haven’t seen in years and being able to spend quality time with some of my best friends from the Philippines who love and admire my grandfather as well. Despite it being a wake, followed by the funeral on the very last day, it really felt more like a party with laughter, lots of food and prayers. The only two things missing from making it a true Filipino party was the beer and the karaoke!

Faith, food and family are so intertwined in my culture. I guess you can say that about a lot of other cultures as well, but it is just so apparent every time I head back home. Churches, religious articles and catholic figures are everywhere. In Ususan, my hometown, today actually is the feast day of St. Ignatius (July 31st) and for the past week there has been a night market filled with street food to celebrate his feast day. It made me reflect and think about faith again, as I haven’t been the stand-up ‘good’ catholic the past several years. I’ll attend mass every now and then, but if I don’t have my family or my parents around, more likely than not, I probably won’t go. I don’t want to say that I’ve lost my faith, its just that I think my faith has changed or more so, the expression of my faith has changed. I am very thankful to grow up in the family that I have who grew up believing in God and going to church as my faith became a foundation for my life from the start. There were many times during undergraduate and medical school that I prayed so hard to be able to get through my classes and exams. Having faith gave me humility and gave me a reason to hope bringing me to where I am today. It's just that now, it just really feels like I’m actually able to live my faith out. I have the ability to serve God’s people; I am able to go to work everyday and give them the opportunity to be healthy and also serve God’s people as well. What touches me so much about the Chirstian faith is that we believe that God came down to earth and took up our own flesh and blood to live, suffer and sacrifice like us. It gives our humanity, our pain and our struggles meaning. There is significance in our everyday lives and struggles because God thought that it was significant enough for God to experience life as we know it. Each life is supposed to be significant, meaningful; each life matters. I think one of the gravest of sins is when we don’t acknowledge the humanity of a person. When countries (developing or developed) don’t acknowledge the significance, the importance and the holiness of one life, well, I think that this is when God gets the most mad and disappointed. Paul Farmer, infectious disease doctor and anthropologist and founder of Partners in Health said, “The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world.” When a 5 year old living in the Democratic Republic of Congo dies from malnutrition or malaria, or when an unhoused individual from Skid Row in Los Angeles dies from Hepatitis C or when billionaires make their money on the back of the poor- I think this is when God actually gets the most disappointed. I guess, at the end, one can say that my religious practices have changed, but I still think that my faith has always stayed the same. I am a product of my past and my past, being Filipino, is also filled with a lot of family, food and faith. One of the many beautiful memories that I have of my grandfather is that whenever we would talk in the phone, he would always make a point saying that

Lagi kitang pinagdadasal, or  I am always praying for you And yes, I believe that his prayers worked. And now, he is continuing to pray for me and my family up in heaven. We love you Lolo.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

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im gonna go back to one from a few months ago so u get an answer u care about instead of one about one of my dozen mcyt fics-

so. author's commentary on A Very WOE.BEGONE New Year's is a go!!!!!!

11:48 PM December 31st, 2023 Oldbrush Valley, USA

i dont remember why i did the scene-setting like this and when i read this my mind imagines the locations and times typing across the screen like its a heist movie. anyway. note me very carefully avoiding mentioning the state that OBV is in

"Why do we let you guys pick the games?" Chance griped.

when i started thinking "W.BG new years fic," the first thing that came to mind was "Base absolutely plays board games together on new year's." the rest of the fic evolved around this core truth

"It also means nobody except you and Edgar knows what's going on," Mikey complained. "I actually really like this game," put in Jam.

jam my beloved my sweetheart. im so mad about how few appearances theyve had in canon since s10, Jam just has a PERFECT dynamic with literally everyone in the show for some reason. MAKE JAM A CORE BASE MEMBER AND CORE CAST MEMBER DYLAN

"Can we just call the game here?" Chris asked.

um. im only just now noticing that the narrative cant decide whether to call them Chance and Shadow or Chris and Ryan. when i first read this back for the commentary, i had a moment of whiplash where i pictured Topher saying this line before i realized. hopefully nobody else thought that was the case.

"And I was so excited for my turn," said Shadow.

i picture Shadow as the sort of person to really enjoy the board game that theyre playing, but not mention that when theyre deciding to cut it off because everybody else seems not to be having fun. him <3

"That's fine," Mikey said. "I read somewhere that it's better to drink champagne from a normal wine glass since the flute makes it smell worse." "It's more complicated than that - it has to do with the wine's vortex zone comparable to the size of the opening - but yes, a white wine glass is usually better," said Jam.

im proud of the characterization here, because this feels very Them - of the people in the room, Mikey feels far and away most likely to read something like this in passing and not look any further into it, and Jam seems most likely to be an actually wine appreciator. i shouldve had them bring up tulip glasses as the ideal, though, my bad.

"You are not going to break 24 to buy some wineglasses!"

Edgar is living in a fantasy if he thinks this is the first time a Mike Walters has broken 24 to buy some wineglasses

"They'll sort it out," said Marissa. "And we can drink champagne out of mugs or something."

picture Jam in the corner cringing internally like "this is a terrible idea for wine appreciation but if i say anything i will look like such a killjoy"

Montana, USA, Near Glacier National Park

not pictured: duckduckgo search results for "where is glacier national park." i wonder, actually, does anything in canon actually rule out that Sly's saloon and ranch are on the Canadian side of Glacier? food for thought...

The oldest set down his cards.

is... is Michael older than Sly? is that canon? did i make that up? that sounds like it could be right, but it also sounds like it could be wrong.

"Could it be somebody from Base?" "Not likely," said MW. "They're holdin' their own party tonight." "I'll get it," said Michael. "One a'y'all mind followin' me with the shotgun in case things get Western?" "Right behind ya, Big Bear," said Sly, standing. "Do things get any way other than Western with you guys?" asked Matt, grinning. "European, if we're back at the apartment," answered MW.

patting myself on the back again because i can hear this dialogue in the character voices VERY easily, this feels very naturalistic to how they riff in the show, i am a god of fanfiction

Michael opened the door, hand on the pistol at his hip, Sly behind him with shotgun in hand, then did a full double-take. "Ah don't believe mah eyes," he said. "You really here, pard?" "In the flesh," said Mike. "C'mere, cowboy." The two embraced.

i wanna point out Mike's absolute ZERO reaction to Michael and Sly both having their guns at the ready. he just goes straight in for the hug regardless. mike my guy are you okay?

"I got another spare hat if you're feelin' left out, Mike," Sly said. "Hard pass," said Mike.

no matter what happens, Mike cannot be a cowboy. this is a law of the universe.

"What are we playing and is it too late to deal me in?" "We was playin' Texas Hold'em, but I wouldn't mind cuttin' the game off, actually," said MW "Yeah, I'm getting a little tired of handing all my savings over to Sly," Matt agreed.

reading this back Mike must feel sort of left out here. imagine showing up to the party and they stop the game IMMEDIATELY when you show up. luckily they pick up playing rummy right after this.

you'll notice that we keep cutting into these scenes right as they decide to stop playing - this is because i don't want to fluff scenes out with transcripts of characters playing board and card games. descriptions of them playing really dont do anything except space out the lines that ACTUALLY advance their characters.

"You want anythin' to drink? Big Bear's on four shots of whiskey and the rest'a us have had two or three, so it might even up the playin' field a bit."

ive never drunk anything in my life, so everytime i write alcohol into a scene i have to go look up what a Standard Drink is and how people act on different amounts of Standard Drinks and sometimes it makes me feel like an alien pretending to be a drunk human. anyway

"That's Edgar," said Michael. "Generous t'the end." He smiled, a little wistful as he looked into the bottom of his glass. "Not too generous," said Mike. "He's keeping me on simulated real time, which means I'm probably not going to bed until at least four in the morning back in my time." "It's a holiday, Mike," said MW. "Yain't got nothin' to get up for. Laze around in bed with Edgar for as long as y'can. It don't last forever." "Ah'll drink t'that," said Michael.

Mike said the word "Edgar" and it triggered the mikes without an edgar to instantly go into Yearning Mode like their sleeper agent code

"No, it's alright. I only have so much time with him, but I only have so much time with you guys too, y'know?" "Everythin' runs out eventually," said Michael, reaching for Sly's hand, his eyes still on Mike. "Enjoy it while it lasts an' find other things t'care for when it's over. It's gonna hurt, but it can't hurt forever, cause even the hurtin's gonna run out one day."

wow. you can tell the person whos writing this fic is realizing theyre a few months away from exiting their teens :P

"An' a perfect toast, t'boot," said Sly. "Ah got us all new shots. 'Cept you, Big Bear. Y'don't get any more until you drink that water 'stead'a starin' into it likee it's the moon."

okay but ive soured on both Sly as a character and on Harlan as a person since writing this fic and it makes his appearances here SLIGHTLY more annoying for some reason? it feels a little like he isnt reading the mood but thats probably just me projecting my thoughts about Harlan ajlsdfhaskjdfhasdjk

"An' I'm tryin' t'make sure it ain't your last," Sly said, chucking him affectionately under the chin.

i have a very clear memory of googling what it means to chuck someone under their chin, to make sure it made sense here, but i dont have any memory of what i actually found. oh well. i trust past me

11:34 AM January 1st, 2024 Riga, Latvia

so, Riga time is 9 hours ahead of Montana time, which means this scene is taking place about three hours after the last one. this likely means everyone at the ranch has had several more drinks since that scene ended.

P.P.S. I looked it up and New Year's in Latvia was yesterday. Whoops. Hope you enjoy anyway. -Mike

i just find the idea of somebody forgetting about time zones when theyre using LITERAL TIME TRAVEL TECH very amusing

Boris smiled and shook his head. He would have to find a way to pay them back for this.

i picture Boris as the sort of person who is incapable of accepting a gift without thinking that they owe the other person something

"Honestly, no," answered MDawg. He looked into his own beer. "Feels like I've figured out maybe a tenth of what I need to make my new life out here work."

ok, but a Mike Walters being willing to admit this is already great progress

"Gets easier with practice, Em Dawg," said Outlaw.

early Outlaw Ty accent my beloved. its so stupid. Em Dawg.

"We can getcha the hat an' make you a cowboy if'n it'll help y'all get adjusted."

i appreciate how Tex's response to MDawg being like "i dont know where im going in life or what my goals are or how im going to survive here" is "want a cowboy hat"

"We don't all know what we're doin' all the time, MDawg," Tex answered. "But you're right. We can make it a good year by watchin' out for each other. I sheepdog the two'a y'all, y'all sheepdog each other an' me. Texas Base'll be stronger'n ever."

reading this back now in the middle of Season 13, it strikes me how out of character this sentiment feels for Tex. he hadnt been so differentiated as a character yet, but this sort of vulnerability is very strange for him.

A couple people threw cowboy hats in the air, others toasted, still more cheered. Tex, on the other hand, turned back to his compatriots. He grabbed Outlaw by the collar and pulled them together, pressing his lips to his partner's for a second or two, before releasing the flushed cowboy-in-training. He wasn't quite as rough or spontaneous with MDawg, gently taking his hand before fractionally tilting his head down to meet his lips. Finally, he stepped back, and watched MDawg step slightly closer to Outlaw. "Can I-" started MDawg, before Outlaw stooped to kiss him. It was quick, and Tex, thinking back, was fairly certain it was the first time they kissed. Still, they both looked happy.

ah, the new year's kiss. Texascule is real to me, okay??? i like how Tex kisses Outlaw like hes HUNGRY for it and he kisses MDawg like a fragile little flower, its very characteristic of how he views them.

"Happy New Year's," said Tex, his voice a low, affectionate rumble. "Love y'all."

"low affectionate rumble" makes me imagine him purring this. like a kitty cat

1:16 AM January 1st, 2024 Oldbrush Valley, USA Cabin 63A, O.V.E.R.

i didnt realize that i set this scene quite as far post-midnight as i did. this means Ryan did not look at the clock once for an hour and a half which i think does make sense.

On the screen in front of him was the source of his pain - a copy of the source code for the OVER Tier Two Security program.

but also, he's doing WORK on new year's eve. take a break, ryan.

Should he talk to someone? It's a holiday, don't people get together for those?

autism man. i love him.

Topher would be asleep. Hunter… probably also asleep, and they didn't really get along great. Ty… no way in hell. Marissa, Chance, Shadow, and Anne all hated his ass. He didn't really know Jam or Edgar.

Marissa would curse him out, but he probably would've at least been able to exchange some pleasantries with any of the other base members. he might genuinely be able to be friendly with Jam under the right circumstances. hm. im going to be thinking about that

Mikey answered on the third ring. "What is it, Ryan?" he said, sounding annoyed.

why did he answer. mikey. mikey why did you answer

"Hay, Mikey-boy, is for-" "You finish that sentence and I will personally issue a correction to get my past self to kill you before all this shit happened."

i love their dynamic i will die for their dynamic. i had the vision to have ryan make the hay is for horses joke and i immediately knew i Had to put it in. is it in character? probably not but fuck off

"Just... thanks for arguing in favor of Topher and I. When Base was trying to decide what to do with us, after that whole dome thing." "I didn't do it for you."

pictured: my vague attempt at hinting that there was some justification for everyone being alive and in the positions they were for this fic. there wasnt a justification, but what if there was...

J ū rmala, Latvia

i dont know why ao3 inserted that spacing around the ū and i also dont know why i didnt fix it. lets move on.

Inside was three small, printed photographs. One of Sly, one of Edgar, and one of Mike. It had been a long time since Michael had cried.

WHY DID I MAKE THE ENDING OF THE FIC SAD. AUGH. OUGH. also i think Mikes inclusion in this set of photos was the entire reason i put an implied mike/michael tag on this fic which is silly bc even for the canon belief that theyre just friends it makes perfect sense for his photo to be included. alloromantic moment of me i apologize.

anyway this was fun it was mostly just me ramblereacting to my own fic and not any actual insights but. it was still fun. sue me

[mauannacreates]

Upcoming Hiatus!

Hey guys! For the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking about doing this, and it isn’t something that I thought of lightly. I want make some changes to my blog, since I’ve been trying to figure out how tumblr works, since December 2022, and I have made some updates to this blog every once in a while…

I will admit, this is not the only reason. I feel like my interest is waning, or at least, I am running out of things to talk about and as a writer and a creator, it terrifies me. Then with trying to make more content, which at first has been easy, but some days, I really do wonder on what I write about to the point that it becomes an afterthought… Maybe I actually am creating better content, but I do want to make content which I can feel like that it is the best work that I can give, and to look forward to doing it. In addition to that, I do want to focus on reading more, as I feel like I am drowning myself in the writing process rather than having fun with it. I'll probably expand onto this in this week's substack update on what I'm currently facing as a writer.

So, the hiatus will commence from dates April 1st to April 15th, although let me clarify, for the majority of people, the dates would be March 31st to April 14th. And around April 15/14 (depending on which time zone you’re at) I’ll let you guys know on my next steps are for this blog. There will certainly be some changes that I am thinking about, but I want to sit on this during my break while I rest and figure this all out.

I do want to also get out of my way and say thank you for everyone who has seen or interacted with me for the past year and a bit, both as someone who is trying to learn my first book, and also crafting my upcoming book, Conjured Secrets from the Sorcerer of Runes series. I am learning quite a bit from this community and from researching information on podcasts, blog and anything that I can grab to suck these sorts of information to my mind. This could even be shocking for me to be talking about hiatus’ (I certainly find it so!) Though I think this is something that I need to do eventually, as it’s something I have thought about for a while, and if I don’t do it now, I am not too sure on when I will do it.

[tsukai22]

Hooray! Bernadetta won!

I'll be very surprised if she doesn't end up on my main team come August.

Other FEH Channel thoughts:

Alfonse won as well? I did NOT see that coming. And I certainly didn't expect there to be no Engage winners.

Speaking of Engage, a new Engaging mechanic. I'll definitely use one on Soleil at some point.

Mythic Lumera's neat. However, my priorities on her banner would be Emblem Marth and Veyle - assuming I do more than just the free summon on it.

A guaranteed 20 old(ish) Seasonal units could be fun. Weirdly, I think the ones I'd want the most are the 1st year ones with Valors.

For AHR I think I'll vote for Winter Yunaka. She's neat.

Wait, Reginn's pronounced like Reagan? I've been pronouncing her name like Rejinn. Ah, who cares?

Finally, the ability to inherit 5 skills at once. Excellent for getting an Arcane Weapon + Tier 4 skill at once.

No upcoming seasonal banner reveal yet. I'll just have to wait.

EDIT: I guess I'll have to wait until the 31st in some time zone to find out where Soleil ended up. I wonder why we have to wait a few days for the full results when they've already posted the top 20 males & females, and the top 5 for each game.

[jiannaeloise]

Glimmers in the late

I haven't updated much and written in a long time that I think I need to do a life update. Nothing much has changed since the last day of December 31st of 2023. As much as I want to jump on in the 2023 recap bandwagon, it hurts for me to go back to memories from last year because half of it was good but the last months was really heartbreaking. It changed me a lot. Most days, I feel like I cannot recognize myself anymore no matter how much I try to put myself back to pieces. I honestly have no perfect word to describe what I'm going through. I numb myself by watching series with themes that are on the surface level, though I started watching cooking shows to spark some passion of trying out something I haven't done (like ever). Even my writing here seems like a mess.

Anyway, the reason I wrote today was from a sparked question. It made me tear up, which means I must not be entirely numb after all. And the question was: "Why does certain things happen right about when it's too late?" This question emerged because another workmate submitted his resignation. It was funny because I had a three-way call with two of our Architects on the 2nd day of January in the middle of a work day. Basically, they were given a notice to explain for something that happened around December of 2023 which was our separate Christmas party. They were both asking me what's the right thing to do and the next step, not knowing that one of them already made a decision to resign anyway. It was at that moment that I thought: "Why didn't we do this more often last year? Why just now?"

Maybe there is a gift in the late glimmers for those who are leaving. I wonder what would be mine. Yes, I already decided I will resign this year and prepared a letter. It really is just a matter of when. I have no plans yet but all I know is I don't want to work at a corporate job anymore. I want to finally do something I'm passionate about. I don't know what it is yet but I just listed some down. I want to grow up and get out of my comfort zone and I won't be able to do that if I stay here longer than I should. Talk about let go and surrender.

Surviving and still trusting,

J

[thedaveandkimmershow]

Up at seven on the 31st. Kimmer up by eight.

Last minute cleaning, packing, admin, and showers 'til eleven then out the door, on the road, to the Doug Fox parking lot by 11:45, change our TSA Spot Saver for a half hour later, shuttle over to the airport, check our one big bag in, mail my dad's birthday card from the one mail box they actually have at the airport, sail through TSA to the S gates where we score sweet potato fries before realizing there's no Starbuck's here so we take the shuttle train back to the main terminal where we score our drinks (chai latte for me, tall drip coffee for her), shuttle train back to the S gate where boarding's in progress, get on the plane, and enjoy a pretty chill, nearly ten hour flight.

Enjoy?

Seriously?

Yeah, I know. I was really kind of worried about the flihty 'cause it's been a coupla decades since I did that trip last and who knows, right?

Plus, ten hours sounds like a really.

Long.

Time.

So I have a bunch of stuff for me to do with that ten hours. Have some books in my bag. A thermos I'm gonna plaster with stickers. There's a paper I'm gonna brainstorm. I figure I'll catch a nap. And so on.

It helps, of course, that not everyone chooses to fly on New Year's Eve so there's plenty of open seats, lots of room to spread out. So Kimmer takes over our two seats and I take over the two seats across the aisle. Didn't end up doing the sticker thing. Didn't end up doing the brainstorming thing. Didn't end up taking a nap.

I write a pair of blog posts for December 31 and January 1. I text with a number of friends and family. There are a coupla meals in there. And I watch A Haunting In Venice.

BAM. Ten hours. Like that.

The math of my airplane activities doesn't quite sound right to me, doesn't quite add up to the full ten hours... which is what I mean by that ten hours not feeling like ten hours.

The entire flight did feel like we were traveling in the middle of the night, though. Shortly after take-off at 2:30 in the afternoon, the pilot has everyone lower the blinds on their windows and, by 'n by, people begin stretching out for naps even though it's full blown daylight outside in North America.

When we raise the blinds again, it's morning over Holland the very next day, January 1, because of the length of the flight coupled with the number of time zones we just crossed.

Off the plane, passing through seemingly endless halls in Schiphol airport, we do a quick, friendly, and mildly profane interview with a dutch customs officer before continuing many more halls to our baggage claim after which we exit into the airport arrivals area where we're met by...

No one.

So here's what happened. Of my two cousins who were gonna pick us up, one had to work an unscheduled night shift and the other, well, I didn't have any means of contacting by phone or messenger. So Kimmer 'n I decide to set ourselves down nearby to figure out our next move. There's no worry or anxiety. We already achieved our biggest objective: we made it to Holland!

By 'n by, after strolling back to where we exited baggage claim, I spot one of my uncles.

Wait.

Is that guy my uncle?

I start to not be sure.

Then I start to really not be sure.

Then I start to think this was someone who only looked like my uncle until my uncle looka up and sees me and—

Whew.

It really is him.

Because he recognized me. ☺️

After that, we meet up with my cousin—the one I had no way of contacting except through, it turns out, Instagram Messenger—we meet up with my cousin and her husband, my uncle and his girlfriend at a nearby coffee shop where Kimmer 'n I order mint teas that arrive in glasses filled with hot water and tea leafs. It basically looks like someone threw a handful of salad into a glass of water. I will say, though, the tea's delicious.

The way our travel day worked out, we arrive in Holland a little after 8:30 in the morning local time. We're through baggage claim a little after 9:30. And we finish up at the coffee shop at 11 after lively family conversation. A preamble to the coming evening's get-together with even more family.

11 in the morning dutch time, by the way, is 2AM at home. The actual time our bodies recognize as the official time. Home time.

By the time we're at our hotel, it's noon. 3AM at home.

By the time we're in bed for our nap, it's 1. 4AM at home.

4:30pm dutch time, we're shaking off the sleep, enjoying hot showers, getting ready and packing anything we took out of our bags back into our bags because this room we booked we booked because we couldn't check into the room we booked for the week... until 3. So we booked a room for, basically, five hours so we could check in and get some sleep immediately.

Afterward, back down to the front desk we go, turn in our keys, get our new ones, back upstairs we go, stash our stuff in the new room, then back downstairs we go again where we meet up with my cousin and her husband already waiting in the lobby.

Six o'clock we're at my aunt and uncle's place where there's a mass of family. Four generations for about an hour there until the representatives of generations three and four have to take their leave 'cause it's someone's bedtime... leaving in its wake a coupla grandparents, five parents, a handful of young young adults, one little girl, and two littler girls... a family menagerie representing conversational interests spanning physical health and mental health, police work and bodyguarding, editing, videography, and observation, family albums and parties, school and work, travel plans and life plans, food and food 😉, bad English speaking skills and non-existent Dutch speaking skills, what's happened in the last twenty years and what's happening now, plans and hopes, relationships and accomplishments, and so on and so on

And so on.

At one point I'm hanging out with my nephew when my aunt walks over with a photo album she deposits in front of us. The album contains family photos from the last few family gatherings and parties.

One of the twins is with us just then. The granddaughter of my younger (but seems older) cousin. She's shy, quiet, but a huge fan of my nephew. And what apparently brings her out of her shell is the opportunity to identify herself in any given picture.

A few pages into the album, her twin wanders up in front of me, looking down at the album (upside down from her point of view). As soon as she spits herself in a photo, she declares—

"Daar ben ik!"

"There I am!"

—as she continues the hunt for other instances of herself in these pictures.

When she doesn't see herself on either page that's open, she declares

"Niet!" (Not!)

And if I don't move my hand to turn the page fast enough, she reaches down herself to turn the page because she's not, you know, on it.

If it turns out she's not present on subsequent pages she declares—

"Ook niet!" (Also not!)

and "Ook niet!" (Also not!)

and "Ook niet!" (Also not!)

—until she sees herself again and declares as if for the first time...

"Daar ben ik!"

The experience was totally adorable. And it made room for her shy sister to point out where she was in all these family pictures.

☺️

In the end, this was the fullest night (and quite the packed day) I can remember with people in a really long time. An experience that can only happen here where the majority of my family lives.

It's an exquisitely fun and funny, thoroughly engaging, completely familiar experience and we loved every second of it.

No joke.

Every second.

It's just that satisfying.

It's just that personal.

And it will be tough to leave this behind.

😕