#after an impressive 5 minutes of wrestling

[whaledocboi]

just a bit of banter

i listened to teenagers by mcr in the morning and this immediately popped into my head, i thought it'd be really funny

[brbsoulnomming]

Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 8

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | AO3

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The next time he's got something of a breather, they're all building weapons in a field gathered around a stolen camper. He breaks from wrestling around with Dustin, comes to plop down next to Robin in the spot Steve recently vacated.

"Hey, uh. So how often does this happen?"

Robin shoots him a look, one eyebrow raised as if to say there's a whole lot of 'this' happening right now, dumbass, what part of it do you mean?

Eddie jerks his chin up, head swinging in the direction towards Steve and Dustin. "He just got munched on by a swarm of goddamn demon bats, and now he's out there prancing around and no one's looking at him like he should maybe sit down a minute? Like no one cares, this is just business as usual."

Her face crumbles, and Eddie feels like an asshole. He didn't mean to imply that she didn't care about her best friend being bat food.

"Every time," she says softly, before he can try to backtrack.

"Oh." What the fuck is he supposed to say to that? "Right, Jesus. Well. Harrington's a big boy, I'm sure he-"

"No," Robin cuts him off. "You don't understand. He does this every time, it's - you remember last year, when Steve and Billy Hargrove showed up to school looking like shit? Hargrove tried to go after Lucas, and Steve pulled him off. They beat the crap out of each other. Hargrove hit him over the head with a plate, so hard that Steve blacked out. And the little shits - they put him in a car and took him with them to go to these tunnels to the Upside Down, because we couldn't just leave him in the house, Robin, what if he choked on his own blood or Billy woke up first?"

She does a decent impression of Henderson, there, higher pitched and shrieking, but Eddie is too busy being more and more horrified to comment on it.

"Steve woke up, and what does that dipshit do? Grabs his fucking nailbat, makes sure he's the first one down there and the last one out. They see Steve, and they see-"

"A hero," Eddie says quietly.

"They see someone invincible," she replies, even quieter. "So it's not real when he gets hurt, you know, because they see him take hit after hit after hit for us, and he just comes back up swinging, just keeps going to make sure every one of us is safe."

Eddie thumbs over the spot on his hip, where the first I don't need to go to the hospital had appeared, and feels - he doesn't know. "For us?"

Robin pushes the heel of her hand into her eyes, rubbing away what he's going to pretend aren't tears. "Fourth of July, Starcourt Mall. We got captured. He made sure their attention was on him. They tortured him, barely touched me."

She wraps her arms around her stomach, hugging herself with her palms pressed against her sides, fingers splayed wide like she's holding something close. There's more there, it's obvious, but, well. It's just as obvious that she doesn't want to talk about it.

"Then he crashed a stolen car into Billy Hargrove's Camaro with me riding shotgun."

Eddie gapes at her. "What the fuck?"

She raises and lowers one shoulder. "Billy was going to hit Nancy and Jonathan and the kids. I mean, it might have been the drugs, but I was on board with the plan."

His mouth opens, then closes again. "This is so fucked. You know this, right? Tell me you know this."

Robin makes a face. "I wish I could say that and know for sure that it wouldn't be a lie. I mean, I've only been in on this for like nine months, but it kind of sucks you in."

"Jesus fucking Christ."

Her expression turns a little wry, a little wait and see, you're one of us now. "Yeah."

Eddie doesn't know what the fuck to do with that, so he settles for watching Steve. Steve, who was captured at Starcourt mall, who told Eddie that he'd been captured by Russians who didn't like his attitude and apparently wasn't lying, whose experience fits the words that are still etched on Eddie's skin. "….he got tortured?"

Robin doesn't say anything, so after a few moments, he turns to look at her again.

"What's that face you're doing?" she asks, which is rich when she's the one looking at him like he's a puzzle she's trying to figure out.

"It's just-" He gestures at Steve in a motion he hopes conveys the sheer fucked up everything. "He was tortured!"

Steve Harrington was tortured, and then he lied and said the others were hurt more, and Eddie didn't want him to be his soulmate because he was one of the popular crowd.

Robin's still staring at him, her brow furrowed, when Dustin's shriek echoes across the clearing.

"This is a stupid idea, Steve!"

Everyone turns to look at them, and Steve throws up his hands. "I would have thought you of all people would agree with me!"

"What, agree with you going to get yourself killed, and all of us with you?" Dustin demands.

Steve rolls his eyes. "A little credit, please? I survived demogorgons and demodogs and Russians and the Mind Flayer and, uh." He pauses. "What're we calling the creepy bats?"

"Demobats," Dustin says with authority, like Steve Harrington talking about demogorgons and the Mind Flayer is nothing out of the ordinary, even though it's definitely messing with Eddie's head.

"Right, demobats," Steve agrees, as though they weren't in the middle of a screaming argument, then promptly picks it back up. "I think I can manage an angry jock!"

Dustin snorts. "Right, like you managed Billy Hargrove?"

The silence that follows that is deafening.

"Dude," Steve says softly. "Too far."

Dustin's expression drops, looking somewhere between chastised and extremely guilty. "You're right, I know, I'm sorry."

Steve jerks his head towards Max and Lucas, an almost imperceptible movement, if Eddie wasn't watching him so closely.

Dustin looks over to them, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry," he calls. "Anger over Steve's stupidity blinded me and made me just as stupid."

There's a pause, then Lucas calls, "Even stupider!"

"Even stupider!" Dustin agrees.

Max rolls her eyes at them, but she doesn't look as stricken anymore. "You're both dumbasses."

Steve's watching her when Eddie turns back to look at him, but he must think that's as good as it's gonna get, because he focuses his attention back on Dustin.

"Anyway, Nancy agrees with me, so we're doing it. This was just a courtesy heads-up."

Eddie glances over at Robin, relieved when he sees her looking over at him in the same way. They share a look that he's pretty sure is mutual exasperation over whatever Steve's thought of that is apparently going to get him killed.

"Hey Dingus!" she calls. "You want to share that with the rest of the class?"

"We're going to talk to Carver and the team," Steve replies. "We can't fight Vecna and avoid them at the same time, not with how hard they're gunning for Eddie."

"What?" Eddie demands, scrambling to push himself to his feet. "No no no no, come on, Wheeler, I thought you agreed that was a terrible idea!"

"That was before we ran into them at War Zone," Nancy says. "Steve's right - Jason isn't going to stop. We have to get him and the others off our backs, or they could ruin the whole thing."

Reluctantly, they all gather in the camper again.

"All right," Steve says, clapping his hands like they're all in kindergarten and ignoring the unimpressed looks everyone gives him. "Game plan."

"We divide into two teams," Nancy picks up, just as serious business as she was when they were plotting to take down Vecna. "Team one stays with the RV and keeps making weapons. Team two heads into town to run surveillance-"

Erica gives an unimpressed huff. "Run surveillance, who needs to run surveillance when you've got me? I was at his last little inspirational production, and I know there's supposed to be another town hall meeting tonight. Two guesses who's going to be there to try to run it again?"

Steve and Nancy exchange a glance.

"All right, team two heads into town to make sure we're at the meeting before Jason gets there," Nancy says.

"So who's on team two?" Dustin asks.

"Me and Nance," Steve replies immediately.

"And me," Erica chimes in.

"And Erica," Steve agrees without hesitation, which makes Nancy give him a funny look.

"Steve is my bitch after our last 'operation' together, and he knows it," Erica says, complete with air quotes around operation.

Steve just shrugs, looking resigned, and - yeah, okay, with what Eddie knows of Erica Sinclair, he'd probably do the same thing.

"No one listened to me last time," Erica adds. "I'm gonna make damn sure they regret that."

Nancy raises her eyebrows, but doesn't protest.

"That's it," Steve finishes. "Maybe Robin or Lucas, if you one of you wants to, but no one else. Sorry guys, but it has to be people that no one would believe would be friends with Eddie."

Which - ouch, but yeah, Steve has a point. Still-

"Buckley?" he asks. Lucas he gets, because Jason and the others must have trusted him to let him in on the initial freak hunt, but Robin?

Robin shoots him a withering glare. "I've played soccer, and I'm in the marching band, did you forget? The band that goes to every one of the basketball team's games and plays for them, the band that you usually disparage in the same breath as the jocks when you do your little table speeches? You think I haven't commiserated with some of the soccer players and cheerleaders about perfectly good lunches crunched under your heels?"

Eddie - doesn't actually know what to say to that. A week ago, he would have jumped all over her for conforming to the school's expectations, pumping up the jocks and riding the coattails of popularity, but - but this isn't a week ago. Monsters are real, people are dying, Eddie's probably going to die, and these people are the only ones who know anything about how to stop it.

This is the party, and he's just been an NPC this whole time.

"Oh," is what he settles on, hating how stupid it makes him sound.

"Hey, those table speeches were cool!" Dustin protests.

"They were obnoxious," Robin says with a sniff.

"They're Eddie," Steve says, and Eddie turns sharply to look at him.

He's rolling his eyes, and he sounds just as fond as he does exasperated, the same tone he's heard him use on the kids when they're being little assholes, and it twists something in his gut at the same time as he makes him want to hide behind his hair.

"It's not a bad thing to rail against primitive social constructs such as popularity," Steve adds.

Eddie - stares at him, his brain screeching to a halt as he attempts to process what Steve Harrington just said to him.

He manages to catch Nancy looking at Steve in a way that's a little bit impressed before Dustin is shouting again.

"Hey!" he yells, slapping Steve on the arm. "I said that to you last summer, you can't just take credit for that!"

Steve slaps at Dustin's hand. "You said I needed to move on from them, you didn't say anything about railing against them!"

"It's the same thing!" Dustin protests.

"Can't you just be happy I listened to you?" Steve asks.

"Oh, for once." Dustin rolls his eyes. "When are you going to realize all of my advice is genius?"

"Again with the ego, man, come on-"

"Boys!" Robin shouts.

The two of them startle, looking over at her with twin expressions somewhere between sheepish and irritated.

Eddie valiantly rallies his brain back into working order. "I still say this plan is stupid. What do you really think's going to happen when you publicly align yourselves with the freak?"

"Oh, we're not going to publicly align ourselves with you," Nancy says.

"We're going to publicly tear Jason down," Steve adds, and there's a gleam in his eye that Eddie hasn't seen since he stalked the halls of Hawkins High with Hagan and Perkins at his side.

So the party splits again.

Nancy, Steve, and Erica head out on their side quest. Robin does end up going with them, though she makes it very clear that she's just there to sit in the back with her hand on the walkie in case things go to shit. Eddie stays with Dustin and Lucas and Max, and tries not to feel -

Well. There's a whole lot he wants to feel. Anger and bitter resentment and fear and self-hatred and outwardly directed hatred and a sick hope and confusing fondness, all tangled up into a messy ball that seem to cancel each other out.

So mostly he tries not to feel exhausted, and tries not to let it bounce too hard the other way into mania. It mostly ends up in him alternating between goofing around with Dustin and obsessively checking over his handy work on his shield.

Eventually, after far too long, the wandering half of the party returns - and even without saying anything, it's clear it was a success. The four of them are so damn pleased at something going right that it seems to be catching, both Dustin and Lucas crowding in and demanding details.

"Jason's a suspect now!" Robin says gleefully.

"He's a person of interest," Nancy corrects. "But it's enough that I don't think he's going to be rallying many people to his cause."

Eddie stares at them, aware his mouth is open and he probably looks flabbergasted, but he can't seem to make himself do anything about that.

"How did you guys manage that?" Dustin asks.

"I told you they were going to regret not listening to me," Erica says, tone just as smug as her face.

"Excuse me," Steve chimes in, in what's clearly supposed to be an imitation of Erica's voice. "But is anyone else going to get to speak at this one, or are the police and the mayor going to let a seventeen year old boy lead a town hall meeting again?"

"Again?" Robin straightens up, jumping on that with all of Nancy's fierce tenacity. "Can you clarify that for the press, Chief Powell? Is Jason Carver involved with the investigation into these murders?"

Nancy bats her eyelashes, lowering her voice and looking as dumb and concerned as possible. "Wait, wasn't Jason dating Chrissy? Now, I may have missed the last meeting, but I've watched every episode of Magnum PI and Miami Vice. Why is the victim's boyfriend leading the investigation? Isn't that, uh, a confliction of interests?"

"Watch what you're implying, Harrington," Erica growls out.

Steve raises both eyebrows. "You about busted in my door looking for my brother and his dumb friends. I just think we all have a right to be concerned about someone who shows violent tendencies to a child being involved like this."

"I saw what that freak did to Patrick!" Erica says, making her voice high and whiny.

"You were at the scene of the third crime?" Robin jumps in, still clearly Nancy. "Was anyone else there who can confirm your version of the events? No? So we only have your report of who was there?"

"Patrick McKinney?" Nancy asks, wrinkling her nose. "Bummer, man, the way people close to you keep dying. Glad I graduated already."

"I remember him when you came to my house," Steve as Erica says. "Wasn't he the one who said you guys were taking things too far? What a coincidence!"

Robin tilts her head, looking like she's trying to remember something. "Didn't Fred write that article about the basketball team and hazing rituals? If I remember right, Jason Carver was the only one he mentioned by name."

Nancy smiles, and it looks - strange, on her face. All haughty and smug, with too many teeth. "Hazing rituals, is that what's going on here? Couldn't hack it with the legacy Billy and I left for you, huh, Carver? Who's next? You're looking for Lucas Sinclair, right, you pissed that he's the one that scored the winning shot when you missed it?"

"And then Tiffany Callahan shouts Chrissy wasn't happy!, and half of the cheerleaders are talking about how she was upset and kept saying she didn't want to talk to Jason about it," Robin says. "Jason looked like he was a second away from lunging over and strangling her, and Tiffany's soulmate got up in his face."

They keep going, tossing pleased little comments back and forth, roping Lucas and Dustin and even Max in, crowing about how Eddie's out of the limelight and -

Part of him wants to stay, well aware that he's literally watching a campaign unfold in real life in front of him, that he could let himself be folded into this strange little party and bask in their jubilance at a quest completed. But the other part of him is just going too much, it's too much.

He steps back, quiet and unseen, until he can duck around the other side of the camper and crouch down. His forearms brace against his knees, head hanging down between them, as he tries to just - to just breathe, not let himself vibrate out of his own skin.

This is turning into the slowest of slowburns omg, but they will get there eventually!

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Part 9

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[ju1cyfru1t]

hey!! if you are taking requests, i wanted to request the tmnt mm! boys having a crush on a fem! reader who’s EXACTLY like raph. she loves fighting, may or may not have anger issues, cursed with resting bitch face, BUT, she’s actually really sweet and outgoing. never afraid to speak her mind, so, she may come across as rude sometimes, but, she never really means to be. (lowkey a biased request but SSSHH, we’re not gonna talk about that)

MUTANT MAYHEM REQUEST⁉️⁉️ AYO THANK YOU

Mutant Mayhem! Mikey, Leo, Donnie, Raph x crush! fem! reader

tmnt mutant mayhem x reader

reader with a Raph-like personality

fluff! :D hcs, fem! reader, cursing

PSA: I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS MOVIE LIKE TWICE SO I TRIED MY BEST 🤞🤞🤞

Let’s just set this up by saying you have a class with them in school and you get partnered for a project or sit next to each other or WHATEVER YOU WANT. Any class you want bae; math, English, science, idc. all of them IDC

Mikey 🍉

- the moment he met you, he made it his goal to make you laugh or at the very least smile

- “*insert dumbass joke here*, am I right? HAHAha…hah..ha…”

- Lowkey intimidated at first, he doesn’t really know what to say

- will not stfu tho

- ^not in like a bad way or anything. he’s just outgoing

- and when you finally show your outgoing side? pure relief for him

- really starts to like you after seeing your sweeter, softer side. he appreciates that you seem to trust him.

- again, he is not giving up until he can make you laugh or at least smile just a little bit, no matter how long it takes. 5 minutes? 5 days? NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER GIVE UP ‼️

- talks a lot, but is also a fairly good listener while you talk about your interests

- lots of compliments from him

- still a little intimidated by you and really does whatever you tell him to

- ^ “yes ma’am.”

- it’s giving golden retriever + black cat. sunshine + midnight rain. or a tornado or something

Leo

- You know that moment when he saw April in the movie? Shhhhh just pretend it was like that when he saw you

- except with your RBF

- nervous af but he’s trying his best

- “your number? for the project? uh, I mean, yeah that’s cool-“

- really wants to impress you in some way

- “I mean not to brag or anything, but-“

- AND you’re opening up to him? have mercy

- shocked at how actually nice you are despite your intense demeanor

- admires your confidence more than anything as he gets to know you

- “you like wrestling? yeah, my brother does that…it’s cool.”

- speaking of his brothers, they are FLAMING him

- him??? with a girl like YOU?? preposterous

- the type to agree with almost anything you say so you’ll like him. esp if you’re really outspoken and opinionated.

- if he ever saw you get into a fight, he is freaking tf out and not in a good way

- asks to borrows pencils or paper just to have an excuse to talk to you when he can’t think of anything else

- SIMP. he will walk you to class, would offer to carry your books, the whole shabang.

Donnie

- your RBF is really catching him off guard

- like, why are you looking at him like that???

- lowk scared of you but would never admit it, not even to himself

- the only way you’re really speaking for the first time is if you’re partnered for a project or if you talk to him or wtv, but he is not starting a conversation with you on his own

- IMMEDIATELY recognizes that you seem eerily similar to someone he knows really well…

- heaven forbid he find out you have a common interest. whether it be k-pop, anime, comics/manga, technology, ANYTHING. he is info dumping whether you want him to or not

- really prefers your nicer, outgoing side over your anger any day

- it would take a really long time for him to recognize that he’s interested in you

- I mean, it’s kind of unexpected for him to like someone who’s so…rugged? tough? intimidating?

- probably easy to argue with if you don’t agree on something

- thinks it’s hella funny to see you put someone in there place and thinks it’s so amazing to be able you can stand up for yourself like that

- unsure on how to express his emotions properly, but he’s trying his best. I mean, he’s not exactly experienced-

- videos any fight you get into while shouting “WORLD STAAAR”

Raph

- what a dream duo /sar

- being so for real, you would probably not get along at first. angry + angry does not mix well.

- he would start to like you after getting to know you better

- you know when you meet someone and you just have so much in common that it just like clicks???

- feels like you won’t judge him for his issues bc you’re the same way. not that he cares what others thinks, but it’s still nice yk?

- even though it is easy for you to get into stupid arguments but shhhhh

- DENIES DENIES DENIES

- “ ew, I do not like her.” even tho he totally does

- lowk rlly wants you to come to his wrestling matches after you talk about liking fighting

- “yeah, you could come watch sometime…or whatever.”

- utilizes the ‘playing it cool’ method. tries to at least.

- you’re getting into a fight? hit him up. TRUST he will be there

- ^cheers you on

- brags about all the crazy shit he and his brothers do to impress you even if you’re really not all that impressed

[skyfall8600]

Body Shaking

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut ❤️, swearing, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving)

My Masterlist

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“Come one, just one more!”

“So fucking good!”

“And… and…. That’s it!”

You collapsed to the floor, your arms and torso going numb. Sweat dripping from your forehead causing for your hair to stick to your face.

“Did I beat his record?” You asked, looking around you. Your breath was shaky as your body started to tremble, your muscles feeling the repercussion.

Gareth nodded, excitingly jumping and looking at the timer of his watch. “3 whole minutes! Fucking pay up Munson!”

Eddie sighed, tossing the younger boy the a $20 bill. “She weighs less, gravity didn’t work as hard on her!”

“Say whatever excuse you want, baby,” you laughed, slowly catching your breath. “I can hold a plank longer than you, therefore making me the superior and stronger one.”

It was unusual how you all got here. After a few hits of weed and some drinks, the boys started to see who could hold their breath the longest, who won at arm wrestle…. It was quiet pathetic but amusing nonetheless. Eddie had won every round, his ego growing rapidly.

………………..

You initially sat there, laughing at them. Encouraging the younger ones must to Eddie’s dismay. It was no secret the two of you liked each other, but you both didn’t want to ruin what you had… so shameless flirting was all you did.

“I’m not even going to attempt challenging you to a plank, hardest fucking thing ever.” Eddie said, laughing and taking a small sip of his beer.

“Bet you can only last a minute!” Gareth said, trying to defend himself.

“I know I can.” Eddie said proudly, taking off his jacket and proceeding to the floor. When he dropped to his knees he gave you a small wink that made your heart flutter.

You watched him, muscles tighten as he held his position. Your body getting warmer as you were unable to move your gaze from him. Burning desire pooled between your legs. You didn’t care if anyone noticed how hot your face became; you wanted to memorised the way his muscles twitched.

He got to the two minute mark and cried out as he collapsed. He looked to Gareth, “2 minutes and 4 seconds.”

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie said, bringing his attention back to you. “Like what you see?”

You wanted to jump him, to ruin everything for a split moment of feeling his body up against yours. But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

You started hanging out with the guys a year ago, once you moved to Hawkins. In that time, you never told them of your rather athletic history. You knew how Eddie felt about the jocks and it wasn’t like you were interested in it anymore, so you didn’t feel a need to disclose this information.

But at this very moment, all those years of gymnastics were gonna pay off. And wipe that smug look off his face.

“Double the bet. You lose if I can last 3 minutes.” You said, everyone going quiet.

“No need to push yourself doll, you already impress us by merely talking to us.” Eddie replied, giving you back your flirtatious behaviour.

“$10. I can do it.”

“Just for you, I’ll make it $20.”

“Deal.”

“Watch and learn boys.”

…………………………..

That’s how Eddie found himself unable to look away from you. How his mind raced with a thousand different ways he wanted to make you break out in a sweat and get you all breathless, just like you were now as you lied on the floor.

“Fuck, only 3 minutes? I used to be able to last 5.” You said, wiping away at your forehead.

“How. The. Hell. Did you do that?” Jeff asked.

You shrugged, “Used to be in competitive gymnastics. Haven’t practiced in over a year, and I’m really fucking feeling it.”

Eddie blushed, picturing you in a leotard leaving little to the imagination.

Everyone returned to normal but the two of you were clearly worked up from the little shows you put on for the other. When they all filed out of his trailer, going home one by one, it left the two of you finally alone.

“You okay there Eddie?” You asked teasingly.

He couldn’t move off the couch, knowing you’d be able to make out his very clear hard on. “Just thinking off all the ways to make fun of your little acrobatic stuff.”

“Gymnastics you mean.”

He nodded, “Mhm, sure. Same thing.”

Something had changed between you, or it was just the alcohol talking. You walked over to him until you occupied the other end on the rather small couch.

“I think,” you whisper against his ear, “you like the idea of me in the little leotards.”

His brown eyes were dark and dilated. He swallowed the saliva building up in his mouth, feeling a chill run down his spin as your breath floated against his ear.

“Or maybe, you’re wondering how flexible I am.”

He lost all control at that comment. He grabbed you by the face, bringing it close to his and he kissed you at full force. Increasing his body pressure against yours, you found yourself lying back against the sofa with him on top of you.

You could feel his erect penis against your thriving heat. It made you moan into his mouth, which suddenly made him realise that he broke the rule between you to never take things further.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ he said against your lips, trying to remove himself from your body but your tight grip on his neck didn’t let him get far. “I shouldn’t have- fuck.”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you keep trying to stop kissing me I’ll cut your dick off.” You growled at him, not giving him a chance to reply before smashing your lips with him again.

Somehow what you said was what he needed to hear. He became fully invested in exploring you. Gradually and subconsciously he started to grind against you, his throbbing member adding tension to the seam of your jeans that made the sensations radiate in you.

One of his hands found it’s way under your skirt, cupping your breast. Your hardened nipples poked through the fabric and he felt every bit of it.

“Need this off.” You mumbled, pulling at the bottom of his shirt so it came off him. He smiled and happily obliged, helping you remove the material.

“Only if yours come off too.” He said, repeating the process.

“Yes, Sir.”

He groaned, eyebrows knitting together. “I don’t think I can handle you saying shit like that.”

You giggled, your hands moving across his bare chest. “Oh I’m sorry, do you prefer… Master?”

His kisses suddenly became more aggressive, as did his hands against your breasts. Panting at the feeling, you proceeded to move your hips to rock your core against him.

He became braver. His hand leaving your breast to go lower, he paused for a moment to see if it was too much.

“Please.” The voice left your lips in a whisper.

Undoing the button on your jeans yourself, Eddie was in awe of how desirable you looked. He wasted no time dropping his fingers to graze your most sensitive area as he continued to assault your lips with kisses.

Your were warm and wet, seeping through the thin undergarments easily. He could feel it saturating his fingers with a single swipe.

“Fuck.” He hissed, rubbing his fingers up against you and you moaned into it. “So ready for me.”

“Eddie… please.”

Moving your panties to the side, he felt too restricted by the clothes you were still wearing. You noticed this and let out a frustrated growl. Lifting your hips up, you started to wiggle out the jeans. He laughed to himself and helped you, positioning himself right back on top of you and fingers to your melting core.

One finger guided into you easily, your breath loud against his ear and his lips attacking your neck. “Mmm..”

He added another, moving them a bit more thoroughly. He thought he was in heaven just by hearing the sounds you made, the way your body curved up against him.

After a few minutes, you were close but unable to reach that peak. Tears formed in your eyes from desperation. Eddie noticed and wanted to satisfy you, he removed his fingers to run circles against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

Your moans became higher pitch and all sense of clarity left his mind. He had to make you sound like that again. He needed to hear you.

You were closer, unembarrassed by your pornstar sounds and whimpers. You’d dream of this for so long; late at night you’d imagine what he would feel like, how his fingers felt up inside you. And you are loving every second of it. So naturally, when his hands removed from your body you cried out.

“Sh, I got you.” He said, kissing away a desperate tear from your cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He kissed between your breasts and down your body. Electricity rocking through you. When he reached his desired area, he noticed that the couch wasn’t big enough. He was satisfied with the angle it forced him to be in.

He stood up abruptly and urgently, unable to give your near-climax mind a chance comprehend what was going on before he scooped you up in his arms and paraded to his room, tossing you on the bed.

“Much better.” He said over your giggles.

He used his hands to spread your legs wide open in front of him. Lowering his head, he could smell you and it made his eyes roll back. His lips grazed the skin of your inner thighs, making you twitch.

“Eddie please..” you cried, your fingers tangling in the mess of his curls.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down, giving him full access to you. Access he abused quickly. Diving in, the tongue and lips went straight to work. You were already so worked up from your session on the couch that you were back to high pictures screams within seconds.

“Fuck..” you cried, moving your body to get as much friction against him as possible.

His nose rubbed your clit and as soon as he heard how you reacted to it, he was determined to make that his main focus. Your legs started to shake when his tongue lapped messy circles on the sensitive bud.

“Ed.. I.. mhmm.”

You were a mess. Both verbally and physically in front of him. He sucked on you clit and your back arched, fingers digging into his skull as you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life.

He didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you inside as your walls pulsated through your climax. His finger curved up inside you, your scream beyond louder as you cried out the lord’s name in vein.

One orgasm rolled seamlessly into another, your whole body spasming and you finally had enough. You pulled him up from you by his hair. The sight of him with his desire drunk eyes and mouth glistening with your release was enough to make you go mad.

Without wiping it away, you pulled him to you and kissed him like your life depended on it. He made is way back up your body. Every inch of you covered with his. You needed him.

You went to palm his erection but you met his semi-hard wet member.

“I-I enjoyed going down on you too much.” He admitted embarrassingly, scared to see your reaction.

You smiled, “that’s okay, we’ll start with you next time.”

“Next time?” He replied with his signature smirk. “What happened to staying as just friends?”

“I want to fuck you too much for that. Besides, I think we passed that stage already.”

He kissed you gently this time, so different to the hunger you both felt before.

“I’m never letting you go now. You know that right?”

You nodded, “I know… Master.”

His eyes grew dark and he wrapped his arms around you, causing you to scream as he flipped you over.

The two of you proceeded to spend the night showing each other all the fantasies and desires that had corrupted your friendship into something much better.

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[homoeroticgrappling]

With both Danhausen and Ethan Page recently announcing they're openly booking indie shows because they want the opportunity to wrestle, can we please have a conversation about how few people on AEW's roster get to actually do things and what a crying shame it is for everyone involved??

More under the cut so I don't clog the dash

At least when they used to run Dark/Dark Elevation and upload them to youtube it meant fans could see their favourites wrestle even if they weren't getting Dynamite time, some people were Dark staples and it gave wrestlers a great space to develop and show their skill as well as being a way for fans to form attachments to people on the roster not getting as much TV screentime

It's so disheartening talking to non-AEW wrestling fans who are curious about the company and telling them about your favourite wrestlers, then having to give match recommendations from the indies to check out because most of the talent on the roster is lucky if they get more than 5 matches a year on AEW (especially if you're after more than squashes and huge multi-person matches where they're spacefillers for the people who are the Actual Focus)

Not everyone can be the top talent, I get that. AEW just seems to use mostly the same people regardless of if they're the A-list or bottom of the card, which means the rare opportunities we get to see other people means those wrestlers have to try and win over the audience every time because they get forgotten and have no opportunity to build momentum or fan support, let alone tell any kind of story. It's sad watching someone from the roster finally get some TV time again only for most fans to go "who are they" about someone who's been with the company for ages

It also means that when injuries happen and multiple fan favourites who were getting more screentime aren't able to wrestle, there's less people who can step up and fill that void because fans aren't able to easily form a connection with the majority of the roster because you have to actively make an effort to seek them out. I watch everything AEW put out, and still there's people on the roster I barely know. For people who watch everything televised they're still missing out because of online only clips that never get shown to the majority of the AEW audience, there's so many great promos that make me really excited about a particular wrestler that most people never get to see in action. Anyone who is only tuning in to one show a week has no hope of connecting with the wider roster

When I got into AEW, I decided to start watching the live stuff as it aired and simultaneously rewatch everything AEW put out from the beginning until I'd caught up, but realistically most people don't have the time to do that. Unfortunately, doing this is the only way I've seen most of the roster do anything! It sucks as a fan to wait for a card announcement knowing your favourites aren't gonna be on it because they never are, and it sucks just as much for the wrestlers. Becoming All Elite should be an incredible opportunity to reach a wider audience, to show people what you can do and it's a shame for the fans and the roster that for most people that isn't happening. It's damaging the company and it sucks the enthusiasm out of your fanbase and your wrestlers

I miss Dark/Dark Elevation. I want to see everyone get an opportunity to make me love them, make me hate them, impress me with what makes them unique. AEW right now is at a point where if you dislike certain people/factions and aren't interested in watching those specific matches/promos, if they're some of the people getting major screentime you might as well not bother with half the shows because they're going to be there constantly. I say this as someone who has very few things in AEW that for me personally have go away heat, but look at the reaction to when we have to endure yet another 10 minute Callis promo... All I see is "free X wrestler from this storyline" or "this could've been a women's match." I'm sure there must be people out there who love it, but I don't personally know anyone who actually enjoys it, which is one of the major downsides of giving a huge platform to specific people with slots on Dynamite and Collision, while making everyone else fight for scraps. Seeing people you love constantly getting passed over in favour of the same people every time makes people bitter, and not just the audience at home. Fans deserve better and so do the wrestlers

I will say as an aside, thank you RJ City for doing SO much heavy lifting with Hey! EW to allow wrestlers a chance to showcase their personality and give fans a chance to connect with people who maybe aren't getting the opportunity to reach an audience on AEW programming. Every single episode of that show makes me have a more positive opinion of the wrestler featured than I had going in and someone I didn't care about has won me over on more than one occasion, I sincerely hope it continues so we can eventually see the entire roster on there

[ginnymoonbeam]

Top 5 kisses of the year!

Oh friend, you know what I am ABOUT! I have so many opinions on kisses, I even have a spreadsheet with a detailed assessment rubric. If I'd kept up with that sheet even a little bit this year, I wouldn't have had to scrabble through my recollections to answer... but the scrabbling was fun, and also gave me an excuse to rewatch some choice scenes.

Before I answer (you knew this wasn't going to be short), some general thoughts on what makes a really great drama kiss. Physicality is important: the lips, the hands, the eye contact, the way both bodies express desire and the pull to be closer. But a really great kiss is also full of emotional context and narrative meaning. It's as much an expression of character as any other actions or words. It shows who these people are to each other in this moment, and it lets us see the individuality of their desires and feelings.

The really great kiss scenes usually also come after a buildup of tension, releasing like a musical chord resolving. A kiss that I have been dying to see will hit so much harder than an equally sensual kiss with an established couple that does it all the time, or with a pair I've just seen meet. That's not a knock against established couple kisses or lust-at-first-sight kisses: I enjoy both, a lot. But the kisses that really make an impression, that make my chest ache and leave me thinking about them for days, tend to be Big Moments.

So here you go, my top 5 BL kisses of 2023.

Step by Step car makeout

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Step by Step might have been a letdown, but Pat and Jeng's chemistry never faltered. This car makeout, after having to spend a day in the office trying to keep up a professional front, holds some of the most raw, frenzied desire we've gotten this year. The way they look at each other, the way they grab for each other, it's blazingly good. And the thing that makes this a standout scene for me: in their groping and grappling, they hit the car horn, stop and laugh about it, and then keep kissing. One of my kissing scene peeves is when any small interruption brings the scene to an end, as if a spell has been broken and they've been reverted to normal not-kissing people. I punched the air when Pat and Jeng stopped for a minute and then got right back into it, like two people who really want to be kissing each other should do.

I Cannot Reach You infirmary kiss

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Now we go to the opposite end of the sensuality spectrum. This kiss was short and gentle in comparison to every other kiss on this list, but the narrative impact is profound. I Cannot Reach You is only the second BL I've seen to put direct focus on the physical intimacy side of a friends-to-lovers story, where sexual desire appears as an unsettling element in the friendship that both parties need to wrestle with in their own way. This kiss shows the resolution of that struggle, the mutual acceptance and mutual desire. Yamato is not holding himself back any more and Kakeru is fully accepting and reflecting his desire. And while it's not the most involved kiss, the sensuality is absolutely there: the softness of the lips, the cradling of Kakeru's face, the hands! Gorgeous.

Last Twilight rooftop kiss

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Aof Noppharnach knows how to build a goddamn moment. Not for nothing is he the architect of the top-rated kiss on my spreadsheet (yes, it's the one you think.) This is the perfect example of a kiss as character and story work, a kiss that has a distinct narrative role, a kiss that's physically distinctive and suited to the moment the characters are in. Day has just been kissed out of pity and is despairing that that's the only feeling he can evoke in others; Mok has spent weeks realizing how much he wants Day even as he watches Day move away from him and toward someone else. Mok needed to kiss Day aggressively in this moment, and Day needed to feel that desire aimed at him, and we the audience needed a release from the agonies we'd been feeling for both of them all episode long.

I Feel You Linger In The Air post-ballroom kiss

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Whew... what is there even to say? The buildup to this one was extraordinary, the romance of it unparalleled. Gorgeous, gorgeous scene. Also this is a good place to mention that kissing in the rain is good. Kissing in the rain is always very good. I've been known to give bonus points for other environmental elements too, but rain will always score big.

This list hasn't been ranked thus far - all four of these kisses are wonderful in such different ways, and I didn't want to take the time to actually fill out my rubric to get a numerical score for each of them (maybe I will after I post.) But the last is unquestionably #1 for me: it's the one I knew right away was going on the list, the best kiss scene of 2023 and one of the best of all time.

La Pluie apartment floor makeout

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In all my talk about narrative weight and character, let it not be thought that I don't care about the physicality and the sensuality. Boy do I, and boy did this scene deliver! These boys want each other intensely, and every element of the scene made me feel that right down to my toes. It's the way they touch each other, the way they look at each other, the way their mouths move. There's an editing choice that I adore, perfectly conveying the escalation from first exploratory kisses to heated passion. And then the way they stop, because Patts recognizes that Tai would regret going further in this moment, as fired-up as he is right now. This kiss scene says so much about who they both are and how they feel about each other, and it does it while delivering a fire I still feel after [mumblemumble] rewatches.

Thanks so much for the ask and letting me go on about one of my favorite things!

Ask me my Top 5 BL anything!

(they probably won't all be this long)

[tickle-beans]

The Lesson

Kamala slammed the door shut to Carol’s bedroom behind her.

“Look I know we didn’t get good first impressions and everything, but can ya help a girl out here?” Kamala smiled invitingly.

Carol sighed looking up from her tablet and put it to the side.

“You can’t just barge into my room like thi-

“Kamala!” Yelled the voice of Monica on the other side of the bedroom door.

Kamala frantically shook her head at Carol.

Carol smirked.

“What do you want with her Monica?”

“This little twerp won’t stop calling me Professor Marvel and needs someone to teach her a lesson!”

Carol stood up from her bed and began to walk towards Kamala who put her hands together silently mouthing pleas of mercy.

“Is that so?” Carol called to Monica through the door.

Kamala looked around the room looking for a way out, she gulped hit the lock to the bedroom door running to the other side of the room.

Carol unlocked the door just as fast and grabbed Kamala pulling her easily over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“I got her Monica,” Carol happily exclaimed.

The door to the bedroom opened and Monica Rambeau stepped through smirking.

“Well well well,” she crossed her arms.

Carol wrestled a thrashing Kamala on the bed finally managing to pin her wrists above her head, the crop top she had borrowed from Carol was now exposing her bare midriff. Monica and Carol smiled down at the teen.

“It’s rude to call people names,” Monica shrugged sitting next to them on the bed.

“Hey Monica you seeing what I’m seeing?” Carol smirked staring at Kamala’s exposed tummy.

“Oh yeah,” Monica took a look at her tummy and then at Kamala’s face. Her eyes widened.

“Monica please I’m sorry!”

“I accept your apology but you still need to be taught a lesson,” Monica reached out with her nails.

“D-don’t!” Kamala smiled thrashing, and giggling.

Monica snickered and looked at Carol.

“I think we hit the jackpot,” she hovered her nails over Kamala’s belly who was about ready to explode.

“DohohooooonHOOOOONT!” Kamala screeched the millisecond Monica’s nails dug into her vulnerable stomach.

“MONICAAAA!” Kamala squealed thrashing under Carol’s hold.

“Awww she’s ticklish!” Carol teased her armpits with one hand and held them down with the other.

“STAHAHAHAHAP PLEHEASE!” Kamala shook her head cackling and squirming.

“Stop? We’re just getting started!” Monica clapped eagerly and began spidering her 10 nails frantically on Kamala’s belly.

“EEEEEEYAHAHAAAA!” Squealed Kamala.

“Oh my goodness I think she may be the most ticklish person ever!” Monica laughed and squished across Kamala’s belly and sides.

“Nahahaaaa in nohoooot TIHICKLISH!” Kamala thrashed obviously lying.

“What a liar,” Carol rolled her eyes digging into Kamala’s hollows frantically.

Kamala kicked her feet up and down laughing so much that Monica had to straddle her hips.

“Hold still kid!” She commanded digging into Kamala’s ribcage.

“I cahaaaaant tahake it!” Kamala pleaded.

“Don’t be such a baby!” Carol giggled.

Kamala could do nothing but lay there and laugh as the two woman tickled her mercilessly.

After what seemed like hours to Kamala but in reality was only about 5 minutes, Monica and Carol finally let her breathe.

“That…. Was ….. awesome!” Kamala squealed to herself.

She sat up on the bed and sighed panting.

“I think I need another lesson!” She shrugged.

[heelwriting]

Hit the field

Day/Prompt: Day 1 - "I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!"

Fandom/Character(s): AEW All Elite Wrestling / Bryan Danielson x F!Reader

Warnings: language

Wordcount: 831

Summary: Reader gets a last minute invite to a M&G/Basketball game, Bryan make her play and she is mad at him, all fluff and banter.

@debbiechanclub @12daysofchristmas sorry for the late hours its still 11pm where i live lol

Masterlist A/N: there's not much Bryan to read so i wanted to write about him, although this is short and sweet i hope you like it ❤ Happy reading!!

She was under the impression that AEW went on vacation the days around Christmas but to her surprise she received an email with an invitation to do a Meet and Greet/Basketball game, she only signed up on the M&G, she felt obligated to since she was a lower card talent compared to the other people who were attached to the email and as much as she hated working on holidays she saw it as an opportunity to connect with fans but also leave a good impression on the higher ups.

The day finally arrived, she had to take a flight from Vancouver to Chicago for the Meet & Greet, when she finally walked in that high school gym she greeted her coworkers and sat beside Hikaru and Kris since they were her closest friends, she had a lot of fun with them.

But then the second part of the event took place, two teams of 5, Bryan and Ricky were team captains, they were selecting their teams but she wasn’t on the court since she didn’t plan on playing, Ricky had asked her before but since she said no he let her be, but then since Bryan’s team needed another player he started calling her name, her mouth a gape she couldn’t believe he was calling her to play after she specifically said she didn’t want to play.

“You’re in my team, come on”

Bryan said while she furiously walked towards him.

“You can’t be serious, I didn’t sign up for this”

She complained to him.

“I don’t like playing basketball”

“I don’t do either but today is part of the job”

He said back, his hands on his waist like the annoyed father he is for the AEW roster.

She didn’t look at him like a father figure but that’s not the point.

“I didn’t bring running shoes"

She tried to come up with an excuse.

“They got shoes over there”

He signaled a table behind them, she didn’t except them to be prepared with backups, she cursed under her breath.

“But…”

“Go put on your shoes”

Bryan said with a smile but she wasn’t smiling, clearly he was enjoying making someone more miserable than he was over this dumb game and of course Bryan is known to push people’s buttons until they snap for better or for worse it was the day she would snap.

She came back with shoes a bit too big for her, the game began and she was mopping around while the rest of the people were running and taking the ball.

Rickys team had Big Bill maybe that’s why they were kicking ass so much, they were up for 20 points and no matter how much Bryan was cheering everyone up it didn’t matter, she was just running around not even trying to get the ball, after all she didn’t ask to be involved, the rest of the team didn’t seem to be in a good mood either but they still tried to keep up with the other team.

There was a 15 minute break between the second and third quarters.

Bryan took them to the locker-room, he was trying to bring the team together, but she was just by herself in the corner being disinterested in all and when Bryan tried to get her attention she interrupted him.

“We will lose anyways”

“Thanks for cheering up the team! Everyone hit the field”

It’s not a field”

Yuta protested.

“Whatever, just go”

Everyone else exits the room but then he puts his arm out so she doesn’t scape, she looked at him as if Bryan was crazy, he might be higher on the hierarchy  but he was getting on her nerves.

“Fuck off, Bryan”

He let out a hiss and then preceded to say.

“Hey, I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!”

He knew she was about to snap at him so he just improvised in the heat of the moment.

She had her eyebrows frowned, mouth open about to talk but Bryan was faster, putting a hand over her cheek he closed the distance giving her a peck on the lips, when he pulled apart even he was surprised at what he had done.

“What?”

She asked while her brain short circuited.

“Element of surprise, now that you’re flustered you won’t be an asshole to everyone”

The ice had melted.

While the rest of the game played out she was replaying the kiss in her head, it didn’t matter if they lost 50 to 22 all she thought about was the way his lips felt on hers.

Bryan wasn’t even mad that they lost, when he passed near her after the event she felt uneasy, her palms getting sweaty her stomach doing flips, that was definitely not normal. He had half a smile, he definitely knew what he was doing, he had tamed the lion and now he was ready to secure his victory.

“See you on Wednesday”

[faggotmox]

The Steam Room

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Time Period: Gym AU Characters: Wheeler Yuta, William Regal, Bryan Danielson Relationships: Wheeler Yuta/William Regal, background Bryan Danielson/Jon Moxley Summary: After a long day at the gym Yuta decides to blow off some steam. Word Count: 2,184 Writer's Notes: As someone who uses the steam room and fucks, I high suggest not fucking in there. It's very hot. You might get sick. You might pass out. That'd be embarrassing. -> link to fic on ao3

After a brutal 2 hour work out with his personal trainer, Yuta decided to head into the steam room. Well, he made the decision himself and then Personal Trainer Danielson told him to do his time in the room. The man demanded a lot of Yuta, but he guessed that was the point of hiring him.

The steam rooms and saunas were in the back of the gym. Some were small and held 3 to 5 people, and there were larger options. Yuta liked the smaller steam rooms. There was more space to stretch and less people inside at a time.

His bag was hung on the hook outside the very last steam room as he fiddled with his music and set a timer. Yuta strolled into the wet room with his hoodie and sweats on, a towel draped over his head, too. He was supposed to be cutting weight for his next competition.

After a minute of deep breathing, Yuta stood up to stretch. The steam room door opened. The rush of cooler air alerted Yuta and he looked up to see one of the other regulars at the gym. He’s spotted the older man a few times; they crossed paths here and there. Yuta was pretty sure P.T. Moxley trained this guy.

"So sorry, darling." The English accent always made Yuta perk up some.

"It's alright." Yuta smiled through the steam at him as he pulled one headphone off.

"You wouldn't mind some company, would you? I'd hate to bother an athlete during his routines." To his credit, the man stayed close to the door.

"Please. Come on in." Yuta encouraged the man inside. "I just don't like the bigger rooms."

"I agree. Thank you for letting me be a bother." The man turned and flipped the switch that indicated there was the maximum number of people inside. Even though there were only two of them. "I prefer to keep the numbers down as well. I'm William."

"Wheeler." Yuta answered back as William came further into the room. "Nice to meet you properly."

"I agree. I've seen you about. You're quite the talent." Wiiliam was shirtless, his broad chest on display. A scar ran down the center between his well-maintained pecs.

"Thanks." Yuta couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the man. He didn't know why, but his eyes roamed over the man's physique. His strong thighs were open to Yuta. "I saw you break your brackets deadlift record. Really impressive."

"You're too kind, darling. What a nice thing to say to the old man at the gym." William wasn't teasing or being sarcastic, Yuta realized. "I was here for the gym’s wrestling tournament for the quarter, and saw you beat that Garcia boy. A wonderful win. I know Bryan trained you both. And you nearly took the boxing title. If not for Jon."

"Mox is really tough." Yuta touched his jaw at the memory of the gym's 'friendly' tournaments.

"He is indeed, but so are you." William motioned at the younger man.

"Thanks." Yuta blushed at the compliment and ducked his head to avoid William seeing; even though his face was flushed from the steam, he thought William would be able to tell the difference.

"Quite shy, are you?" William asked. Yuta wasn't sure if he was supposed to see William cup and grope his own cock through the fabric of his damp black shorts or not.

"Just breathless." Yuat admitted by accident. "F-From the steam."

"Ah, yes the steam." William chuckled and closed his eyes as he took in the heat. "You should finish your stretching, yes?"

"Yes. I should." Yuta agreed as a way to get him out of the situation.

The room kicked on to get hotter. Yuta went back to what he was doing. Every so often his eyes would drift over and catch William "readjusting" himself. The man was incredibly sexy. Long, silver-blonde hair pushed back with sweat as his pale skin turned pink. The sweat was pouring off him, down his chest and through the hair, making Yuta dizzy. He could feel himself filling out his jockstrap.

"Is your right shoulder bothering you?" William asked out of nowhere.

"…Kinda." Yuta admitted. His voice was heavy, he heard it bounce off the walls.

"Come. Let me help you." William waved him over. The few steps Yuta took prompted him to motion at the ground. "Kneel in front of me for a moment. It's the best position for me to help."

"Sure." Yuta licked his lips as he knelt in front of this stranger.

William shifted forward, and Yuta found himself walled in by muscular thighs. The first touch of William's hands sent a shiver down Yuta’s spine, and he realized that at the very least this man knew what he was doing. Carefully, fingers kneaded and pressed against the sore spots and knots. Then all at once William pushed and applied opposite pressure. A loud pop sounded and Yuta moaned at the sudden relief.

"Holy shit." Yuta slumped forward a little. "Thanks."

"Not a problem, darling." William beamed as he looked down on the other.

"Uh…" Yuta felt his heart pounding as he laid a hand on William's thigh. "Could…can I help you with anything? Work something out for you?"

"Would you enjoy that?" William questioned, raising an eyebrow at the still kneeling Yuta.

"Fuck yes." Yuta said suddenly, startling himself with the willingness.

"Then yes, darling. I think you know what to do." William eased the waistband of his shorts down so his cock could come free. "Ah."

"You're sexy." Yuta blurted out. "Oh fuck. Sorry, it must be the heat."

"Thank you, Wheeler." William caught the younger man by the back of his neck. "What a nice thing to say to an old man."

Yuta blinked up at him for a long moment before nodding. The heat felt good and too much. Yuta dove in without much thought. William moaned loudly as the head of his cock was engulfed in another kind of heat. The headphone Yuta had on splashed against the wet ground. It wasn’t the first time Yuta’s gotten cruised at a gym, but it had been awhile. He forgot how much he missed it.

The cock in his mouth was hot and heavy, pulsing against Yuta’s tongue. He dipped his head, taking more in. The soft puffs of William’s breath above him drove Yuta to take him deeper. He moaned as the head of William’s cock pushed against the back of his throat. The hand on his neck moved to tilt Yuta’s head back some so that they made eye contact without the younger having to pull off.

“You’re talented elsewhere, too.” William moaned. “Wonderful.”

Yuta wanted to say something, but his mouth was full and he had no idea what to say. Instead he bobbed his head in thanks, sucking hard on the upstroke and massaging just before the head with his lips. He went back down, pushing further and gagging himself. That made William groan much louder. Yuta’s hand came up to move William’s hand to the back of his head again.

The implication was clear. Yuta closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Even let his own hands migrate to behind his back, clasping together as he arched forward. William stared down at him as he slowly applied pressure to the back of Yuta’s head. The more he did, the more Yuta moaned. William started to roughly thrust into Yuta’s throat, a shallow bucking of his hips.

“Engage your core. Breathe.” William encouraged, his own breathing labored as he started to fuck the young man’s face. “Good. Good.” He watched as Yuta did as he was told. “And so easy to instruct.”

For some reason that sent Yuta’s brain into overdrive. It made his own cock jump in his shorts. William started to let him have it and Yuta felt everything else go away. He felt like he melted onto the floor. He had no idea how long he let this man fuck his face until he heard the strangled noise above him, warning him to the end. He reapplied himself, his lips tightening against William’s leaking cock as his tongue did as many of the fancy tricks he could remember.

“Wheeler.” William moaned as he stilled into the mouth around him. “Oh, darling, yes. That’s good. Drink it down.”

Yuta moaned, too, as the spray hit the back of his throat. He worked to swallow around the older man. As he pulled away, he gave William one last suck, the wet pop making them both moan. He blinked up at the older man.

“Here.” William offered the water bottle Yuta brought over. “Hydration is important. Stand up slowly.”

“Yeah. Especially after exercise.” Yuta laughed at his stupid joke as he got his feet under his slowly but still between William’s stretched out legs.

“Now let’s see…” William muttered to himself as he pulled at the waistband of Yuta’s shorts. “Jockstrap. Wonderful. May I?”

“As if I’d say no now.” Yuta laughed, this time making William smile back at him.

“You’re stunning, Wheeler.” William started to massage the confined cock.

“Oh, fuck.” Yuta moaned, his head falling back. William’s free hand traced the defined muscles of hs abs.

“Good, good. I know it must be hard training and wrestling with these men. Rubbing up against them, watching their deadlift form. But you’re disciplined. You know when to focus and when to..wind down.”

“Fuck, fuck. William…” Yuta closed his eyes, the water bottle falling from his hands. “I’m--”

“Good.” William soothed as he felt Yuta’s cock jerk between his hand and the jockstrap. “Oh, darling, that’s perfect.”

Yuta moaned as he spilled into his underwear. The world faded to just pleasure for a moment. Yuta felt like he came buckets. The front of his jock was soaked. William grinned at his handy work, leaning down to run his tongue over the damp fabric.

“William.” Yuta groaned, hand coming up to touch the older man’s shoulder. “You’re gonna get me going again…”

“Ah, yes. Youth.” William chuckled as he sat back. “I won’t work you up after the strenuous day you’ve had.”

“Thanks.” Yuta gave a euphoric giggle. The alarm from Yuta’s phone went off, making him jump. “Shit!”

“Oh, dear. Let’s get you outta the steam, darling.” William stood up, coming face to face with Yuta. Amused blue eyes staring down at him.

“Yeah…” Yuta grabbed his headphones and water before heading out with the other man. “I have to hit the showers. Thanks for uh…the help.”

“Of course. See you around, darling.” William called after him as he pulled a shirt on and gathered his own things. “Don’t forget your bag.”

The older man handed the gym bag off to Yuta before Yuta hurried away, feeling awkward. When he glanced back, he did catch William watching his ass as he walked. That at least boosted his confidence.

+++

“Yuta.” Bryan was standing there with his arms crossed.

“Bryan?” Yuta asked back as he walked through the locker room door.

“Did you fuck my father-in-law?” Bryan’s face was blank as he stared his trainee down.

“What?” Yuta blanched, stumbling in his tracks.

“You did. You fucked my father-in-law.” Bryan gave a curt nod.

“I--” Yuta glanced around but no one was there. “I don’t know?”

“William.” Bryan prompted and watched as the rest of the color drained from Yuta’s face.

“Tall, silver hair?” Yuta dropped his bag on the bench.

“Yup.” Bryan walked closer to Yuta. For just a moment Yuta thought he’d swing but instead he put a hand on Yuta’s shoulder.

“I just blew him!” Yuta shouted, still thinking something was coming his way but then Bryan laughed.

“You blew him in the steam room? Of course.” Bryan shook his head but seemed amused. “Well, I owe Mox twenty bucks. I thought you two fucked.”

“Mox? You two bet on-on…?” Yuta tried to wrap his brain around what was happening.

“We both saw you two leaving the steam rooms looking extra relaxed.” Byran teased. “Welcome to the family, kid.”

“The family?” Yuta had a headache.

“Yeah. William is Mox’s dad, I’m married to Mox.” Bryan shrugged like Yuta should already know that.

“I fucked your father-in-law…” Yuta groaned as he sat down in disbelief. “Jesus.”

“Yeah. Anyways, you should come over Friday night.” Bryan pointed out. “We watch UFC, and have a healthy dinner. Much to Mox’s displeasure.”

“Wait, are you trying to get me to date your father-in-law, Bryan?” Yuta went bug eyed.

“Why not? You’re cool. William needs someone. We’ve been encouraging him to date.” Bryan shrugged. “Mox is the one who told me to ask.”

“Mox wants me to date his dad?” Yuta groaned. “What the fuck.”

“You don’t even know half of it. C’mon. Let’s get out there and then I’ll tell you when to come over Friday night.” Bryan started heading out into the gym. “I’ll be at the weight racks. Chop, chop, Wheeler.”

Yuta stared at his bag for a long moment before deciding to just…go.

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (October 23-29, 2022)

Marvel published Ultraman: The Mystery of Ultraseven #3 (of 5) on Wednesday. Kaiju-Ultra combat dominates this one, with Hayata and Ultraman debating how to handle the out-of-control Ultraseven as well. I've fallen off with a lot of Ultra Series stuff, including the post-Z shows (hence Decker's absence from these reviews), but this reimagining of the classics continues to impress. Watch for the Pestar cameo!

Rumble has finally come to Blu-ray and DVD in the U.S. Made for theaters (the first trailer played before Sonic the Hedgehog) but banished to Paramount+ last December, this kaiju wrestling comedy went completely overlooked by genre fans. Maybe now it'll get its due. I quite enjoyed it—as a sports movie, it's pure formula, but as a monster movie it's something new. And yes, the wrestling organization has the same name as the old fanfic series on Godzilla Tower. I actually bought the artbook as prep for a podcast episode I recorded last year that never aired, so expect more posts on this one soon.

By the way, this is actually last week's news—I just didn't know about it until I found the DVD on a cart of new materials at my library.

Godzilla vs. Kong won the Saturn Award for Best Film Visual Effects, beating out a crowded field thanks to an almost two-year eligibility period. This is familiar territory for both monsters: Godzilla (1998) and King Kong (2005) were among the previous victors. Deserved over Top Gun: Maverick? Probably not, but I dunno why Maverick was one of the nominees to begin with. It was also nominated for Best Science Fiction Film, losing to Nope.

Varan won a remarkably intensive Godzilla Store poll earlier this year to become the next Movie Monster Series figure (Super Mechagodzilla placed second again after losing to Gorosaurus last year), and said figure has finally been revealed. It'll go on sale November 3. Other Godzilla Store-exclusive vinyls can be ordered through Buyee, so I expect this one will be too.

The upcoming CG short Godzilla vs. Gigan Rex is also getting MMS figures. No details yet that I could find, but since the film premieres November 3rd, I wouldn't be surprised if they dropped that day too.

Godzilla Battle Line is teasing Evangelion Unit 01 as the next new Battle Piece, a rare EvaGoji collaboration that won't require traveling to or importing from Japan to experience. That would cover three of the four films in the Shin series... can a giant Kamen Rider be far behind?

Godzilla's 68th birthday is next Thursday, and since reporting on all the U.S. tie-in screenings after the fact won't do anyone any good, I'm going to list them all now:

Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla - Limited release nationwide through Fathom Events; check if it's playing near you here

Godzilla (1954) - Alamo Drafthouse locations; will use Toho's 4K restoration

Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1974) - Roxy Cinema in NYC; 35mm print

Godzilla (1954); Rodan; Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster; The War of the Gargantuas - hosted by John Carpenter on various digital channels from November 3 to 6

Licensing International also has a list of all the non-film collaborations planned for that day. Nothing jumps out, to be honest, but I figured I'd include it.

But if you're like me and already have commitments that evening, why not check out @spacehunter-m's reconstruction of the 1956 German theatrical version of Godzilla instead? It premiered in West Germany just a few months after Godzilla, King of the Monsters! opened in the States, but it's actually based on the Japanese cut (just 13 minutes shorter). English subtitles are included.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

That was quick lol & pretty good answers too :)

1: I forgot if you answer this already but for a animated series or movie, what type of style would you like for the duo? An anime style, modern cartoon, into the spider-verse style, a 3D type of animation similar to the battle of the supersons movie?

2: for the duo, which parent is the favorite? I can see both being mommas boys & liking Lois & starfire more

3: what’s the saddest movie they ever saw?

4: you probably answer this in a previous post but what type of angst did the boys experience? I can see Chris seeing a normal family & experience angst that why couldn’t Zod & his bio mom show the same type of love to him.

5: since they love to wrestle, is there a custom made wrestling ring at their base? It would be pretty cool & fun if they use like tables to slam each other through since they are super durable lol

6: speaking of wrestling, do you know the wrestler rikishi? If yes what’s their reaction to his signature move the stinkface where he rubs his butt all over your face while the opponent is laying on the bottom turnbuckle?

Thanks so much @gothicghost2000 I really appreciate your support and ideas for this silly little superhero fantasy writing experiment that’s been going on for about a year by now. You bring up valid and helpful points to what exactly these two are like together in a version of the DCU that as of now sadly, we can only dream off. It’s small scale admittedly

Now into the questions themselves ;-)

1. Easily a 2D animated show utilizing either traditional cel techniques or even the digital Toon Boom, done with an anime-esque design and aesthetic akin to Teen Titans Animated (2003 to 2006) and the classic Ben 10 (2005 to 2008). Will it be time consuming and relatively costly in the long run, I say maybe but I say it fits well with a TV show format as akin to its 3D cousin, 2D animation can look real pretty to look at and allow for a variety of tones, coloring for backgrounds along with other such techniques to set the mood for the characters, actions and other vibrant motions on screen. Plus I just like 2D over 3D in general anyways lol

2. For Chris, while it’s a very close call, Mom Lois still remains his favorite of the two if only by the thinnest of margins. Ironic, considering that like in canon, when he first appeared after landing in Earth, her uncertain behavior and her comments about what to do with him left him am impression that she didn’t like him. Thankfully, those feelings on Chris’ end were put to rest once she did take him in at first as a foster child and later fully adopted, showing she does love him.

Now for Jake, it’s really all too obvious and yes in the end of the day, you’d be correct my friend lol While Mar’i is a Daddy’s Girl, Jake is even by his own admission a Momma’s Boy. There’s irony here toon canonically as we seen in New Order, because of Kory making the reluctant choice to leave the Grayson household to reform the Titans as a resistance movement against Dick’s Crusaders, Jake by the time of the storyline had gotten rather cold to her, to the point of addressing her by her first name. Thankfully they all reconciled once superpowers were restored to the world thanks to Jake’s powers and Luthor’s scheme.

3. If they stick to their wheelhouse of films meant for their age range or at least something that doesn’t make Dick flip out, it’ll be Kubo and the Two Strings

As for films outside said wheelhouse and most likely the ones they sneak in….. it’ll be both Schindler’s List and The Green Mile. Either case, they’d remain relatively stunned into utter silence with haunted eyes before switching everything off. After a minute passes though….well remember that scene from Rick and Morty in the car after a harrowing time of their own? Picture that, just with Chris screaming “Fudge” instead but more or less generally the idea.

4. Chris mainly suffers from anxiety and C-PTSD as brought about due to Zod’s harsh treatment of him which while only for the first years of his life are nonetheless memorable for all the wrong reasons. He fears rejection from the Family he stays but more so being at fault for pain and misery he brings to others with his actions, that can result in said abandonment and rejection. He strives on being the best to protect others from suffering like how his Father Clark protect him from such, his heart crushed every time he fails to save someone close to him or otherwise.

Meanwhile, Jake aches in his heart for the losses his parents had to endure and the fear of his family and friends in turn suffering either an untimely end or a fate worse than that, and all Jake can do is watch helplessly to stop it. This drive to protect those he cares about and making sure they’re safe also extends to the citizens of the city he protects, the planet half of his heritage hails from and as of his time through middle school….Meredith, the crush of his life, though he’d just say the two of them are just good friends, Meredith similarly saying that. On top of that, he’s haunted by the sight of some street urchins and orphans, with grisly marks and slashes across their bodies, victims of Zsasz, victims he feels guilt y of failing to save no matter how much he knew about it beforehand or not.

Finally though, all these factors are wrapped up by the neat bow that is living up to the legacy of the Boy Wonder and what it stands for many. While his Uncle Tim(my) rightfully has the colors, Jake shares his vision to make sure whoever his partner, his friend, his ‘Batman’ ether it be his Father, his Best Friends or even Bruce himself on some occasions, don’t slip down into a dark bleak spiral that is their mindscapes, not if either Robin or in Jake’s case Skybird can help it.

After all, any crime fighter needs a partner, every ‘Batman’ needs a ‘Robin’, no matter what they think.

5. Oh Yes they will be a customized wrestling ring in the StarCave/Fortress of Fortitude as part of their training room. It has alternating black and blue ring ropes with solid dark purple turnbuckles, made of classic 15 x 15 ft long wood planks on top of a steel frame with a solid yet not too thick layer of foam covered by a cloth mat canvas, at the center of it being their logo. Jokingly, Chris once even suggested the idea of making Wrestling Championship belts for themselves and their friends though Jake notes that YJ already has some for their little wrestling ring back at their Mt Justice HQ. He might need to ask permission first if it’s okay with them to basically copy what they’re doing

6. Both Chris and Jake cringe and shield each other’s eyes almost every time Rikishi does a stink face. They get its charm and ability to whip up a crowd with excitement, it’s just nasty for them though.

[jakey-beefed-it]

15 Questions, 15 People

Tagged by @inqorporeal

1. Are you named after anyone? Kinda! I have a great-grandfather with my first and middle name, but my Mom only picked it because she liked the sound and didn't have any particular feelings about the guy. I was nearly named after my father, as in a 'junior', but he convinced her that was a bad idea.

2. When was the last time you cried? I teared up at my wedding Happy tears, of course.

3. Do you have kids? Unless Frisbee, my 9 year old orange tabby, counts, then no.

4. What sports do you play/have played? I played soccer and t-ball as a child, football for a hot minute and wrestling for three years in high school. I've also tried out like six different martial arts before dropping them but that sounds way more impressive than it is considering I learned basically nothing. About the only physical activity I get anymore is walking places and/or climbing the stairs at my house.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Who, me? Never.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? General size, I'd say. I'm slightly on the tall side and very fat, so if someone is taller or bigger than me, or like ridiculously tiny, I notice.

7. What’s your eye color? Dark brown.

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Enh. I love well-done horror, but a lot of it is schlock. Similarly, I love a good catharsis, but a lot of 'happy endings' are also schlock. Still, catharsis is more important than a 'happy' ending imo, and so I guess I pick scary movies on principle.

9. Any talents? I have a knack for most of the arts in that I pick up basic proficiency faster than many, but I still gotta work my ass off to improve beyond that. Similarly decent with words but my writing is an ongoing effort to improve.

10. Where were you born? California, about 40 miles inland from Los Angeles.

11. What are your hobbies? TTRPGs (running generally, playing when I get the opportunity), Warhammer (building, converting, painting, playing), video games, writing

12. Do you have any pets? The aforementioned 9 year old orange tabby, Frisbee.

13. How tall are you? 6'0"

14. Favorite subject in school? English, History

15. Dream job? Would love to make a living at writing or one of my other hobbies, but honestly anything that let me faff about in a creative flow with music going would qualify as a dream job. If I must interact with other humans for money, then I'm best in a teaching position where I can indoctrinate the youth in leftist thought teach literary/media analysis, critical thinking, history with all its beauty and ugliness on display, and basic fucking compassion.

tagging @motheatenscarf, @petepaintswarhammer, @caphayzardous, @lifeattomsdiner, @rabidchilde, @adhdgrapher, @copperforge, @lesabear, @emzawheezy, @fuukonomiko, @imperatorsapphiosa, @notcuddles, @oolathurman, @wtf-skittens, @wolffyluna as always, only if you feel like it

[vlovebug]

Whisp and Val are siblings that aren't related but are

Spelldon has seen Whisp take shoes and socks off of his boyfriends feet and put then on then leave Val in hers because her feet hurt from walking in heels all day. Anything on Kieran body that doesn't include his undergarments will be taken off his body. At first, he was conflicted then he remembered that he and his sister do the same thing to their mom and each other, force and all. ( her shoes don't have a heel btw so he's very impressed that val can walk in them like they are his boots)

Her room at the Valentine manner is full of stuff she managed to steal from Kieran, he doesn't go in when she's not there.

She steals his food too, not the bloody stuff but you get my point.

At any point, they will just start wrestling and throwing eachorher around like a ragdoll, a genie over 6’3 vs a 5’? Vampire is something spelldon didn't know he needed to see until they did it in front of him. He once accidentally got stuck in a very violent game of footiez and he never forgave them for the broken leg.

And the random shit that comes out their mouths is the joy of his day because Whisp once call Kieran a “ soggy piece of pasta that was chewed up then spit onto a babies forhead” he still doesn't know what that means ( Val calls her his soggy sock that got stuck in the washer door guard)

He's watched them stare at each other and after a few minutes just say good chat and one of them will walk off, he has no clue what they're talking about but he just likes his loners to not be so lonely anymore

She will go through Val's chest or stomach and just chat with him like it is a normal Tuesday evening and not like she's literally in his stomach and going through his body

[archivallyfound09]

Call Me Whatever You Want pt. 1 (Top Gun: Maverick)

Just a drabbly thing. Still sick, so I'm writing in between passing out and taking cold meds.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader (f); Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader (f)

Warnings: language, alcohol, eventually it'll get spicy (not yet lol)

You sat back on your beach towel, enjoying the sun and the sounds of the waves. You didn't usually get a break from the research lab, so it was nice to be on assignment on North Island where every day felt like a vacation. You took a deep breath and closed you eyes, your head lulling back.

"I think you're enjoying this a bit too much," the local lab assistant had decided to join you and you laughed, not opening your eyes.

"No such thing. They keep us locked up like lab rats, I will enjoy any time I can get outside. Besides, we do all the hard work. The stick jockeys just keep breaking my prototypes." You tilted your head towards her and slid your glasses down you nose. "I've earned this."

No sooner had the words left your mouth than you heard screaming and yelling a short ways down the beach. It took you less than .5 seconds to realize it was a group of pilots. The arrogance practically shone brighter than the sun you were currently enjoying. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

"Damn pilots. Always ruining my peace." You sighed and took a swig from your beer, laying down on your back.

"At least they look good."

You turned your head and pulled your glasses down again, squinting. She was right about that. It had been a long time since you had seen that much pure muscle all in one contained area. You snickered to yourself.

"Hey, if they have to be a pain in my ass, they can at least be good looking enough to be eye-candy." You reached over, turning the music on your phone up a bit louder as the assistant next to you rolled over on her front and laughed in agreement.

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It was about 20-30 minutes later you heard someone yell in your general direction. You were somewhat in a haze between asleep and awake as you shot up, seated on your towel.

"HEAD'S UP! SORRY!"

You barely reacted fast enough, awkwardly catching the football that was inches from hitting you in the face. Your adjusted your grip and realized that with the incoming tide, the pilots bizarre football/wrestling game had gotten much closer to you than when they had started.

You suddenly noticed that your elbow had knocked over your beer and it was pooling in the warm sand next to your thigh. You groaned at the pilot got closer, letting out a quiet "ah, dammit."

"Hey, sorry about that," he paused, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath after the run over, "my buddy's got bad aim-" he rubbed the back of his neck and gave you a sheepish look, "great catch though."

You sighed and gave him a small laugh, tossing the football between your hands. "I've got an even better throw," you chuckled as he raised his eyebrow, appreciating the challenged you had just issued.

"Come ON, HANGMAN! Let's GO!" The pilot flipped the bird to two of the other players, presumably on his team behind him. You quirked an eyebrow back.

"Hangman, hm?" You stood up on your towel, still tossing the ball between your hands and smirking. Every assumption you had deduced about the absolutely gorgeous man in front of you had been correct. Well, almost every- you assumed incorrectly that he had blue eyes and were pleasantly surprised to see green glinting back at you in this moment.

"Baby, you can call me whatever you want."

You laughed and set your feet, throwing a perfect spiral to the pilot who had just yelled for Hangman. You saw him catch the football and look up at you in amazement. He looked at the others near him and then yelled in your direction.

"Nevermind, Hangman- JUST BRING HER BACK."

You let out a breathy laugh and sat back down on your towel, adjusting your glasses. Hangman stood almost over you now and you put a hand over your eyes to look up and see his figure towering above.

"Anything I want?" He looked at you impressed and a tad bit confused. "You said I could call you whatever I wanted," you clarified, receiving a small 'ah" from him. "I'll call you, 'You owe me a new beer." You gave him an expecting look and held up the now empty bottle, swinging it back and forth.

Hangman laughed, "That sounds like a date. Tonight?" he nodded his head towards The Hard Deck down the beach. You shrugged.

"Unless I find something better to do," you quipped, laying back down and closing your eyes. You heard the pilot laugh hollowly and then jog back to the game. You could feel the eyes of the assistant next to you boring into your skull.

"What?" you finally asked, breaking the tense silence between the two of you. She was dumbfounded. "I don't usually do that, but he messed up my vacation today." She snorted and the two of you broke out into peals of laughter, both fully aware that all Hangman had done was ADD to the enjoyment of the beach.

-------

You figured by 9:30p, Hangman would have all but lost hope that you were coming by the bar. You didn't generally tease attractive men, but this was different- he was a cocky, self-centered Navy Pilot. He deserved it. Or at least, that's what you kept telling yourself as you pushed open the door to The Hard Deck.

You had been here once of twice before. A Friday welcome drink after all the orientation and a very poorly executed karaoke night led by some of the older prototype testers. You headed for the bar, which was a relatively difficult task considering how full the bar was. You were able to catch Penny's eye and she nodded, knowing you were somehow familiar, but not one of her regulars.

"Just whatever's on tap, please." Penny nodded and turned around to grab and glass and pour from the spout a few feet away. You suddenly felt a warm body behind you. You tried to step away when you realized the man behind you had put his arm on the bar and was leaning down to catch a glimpse of your face.

"Hey Penny! Her drinks are on me!" The voice did not match the one you had met earlier, so your head ripped back to see it was one of the other pilots who had been at the beach. He smiled at you, putting his sunglasses into the pocket of his Hawaiian shirt.

"I don't know what you said to him, but Hangman played like shit after he bumped into you. The least I can do is cover your tab for giving us the edge in winning today." You laughed and Penny slid your beer across the bartop. You grabbed it and held it up, nodding to the new pilot still incredibly close to you.

"I'm Rooster, by the way. If you're up to it, the rest of the team would love to say thanks as well. It takes a lot to throw Bagman off his game."

You chuckled and nodded again, suddenly keenly aware that Hangman's eyes were on you from across the pool table. You smirked and raised the glass, saluting him.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4- Rooster

Part 4-Hangman

Part 5

[solarsonicsoda]

Rebbie's Wrestling Show Reviews - RevPro: Live in Southampton 29 (1/4/2024)

April Fool’s Day, Bank Holiday Monday, and RevPro Live in Southampton 29! It was a big day on 1st April 2024. Me and my dad made our way down to The 1865 for an evening of wrestling greatness just 24 hours after Revolution Rumble 2024, where Luke Jacobs would win the titular match! Before the show, we perused the merch tables which had quite a lot to choose from! I ended up picking up a signed print from the Grizzled Young Veterans. I’m a big fan of GYV, as well as a fellow Liverpool FC fan, so I simply had to. Shook their hands and they recognised us from roughly 30 minutes before when we had both been in the same Forbidden Planet shop looking around. My dad actually had to point them out to me after I walked straight past them somehow. I was also able to get a photo with them, which was awesome. Lovely blokes! We then stood back and got ready for the show.

As Francesca kicked things off, David Francisco got on the mic to express his frustrations. He’s sick and tired of being a Contender, essentially a trainee of RevPro, a position he has held for well over 2 years. He takes off his Contenders shirt, revealing his Chaotic Neutral tee, and says he’s stepping away from being a Contender whether management likes it or not. The crowd are absolutely chuffed to hear this, and he gets a great reaction. As he storms out, he runs into the Contender he beat for a spot in the Rumble, Joshua James.

Gabe Kidd def. Joshua James in 10:14

Fun smacking scrap, with a whole lot of chanting to start. Great sport for Josh James! This one had lots of wild chops and slaps, and was a pretty good slugfest! Kidd gets the win after a good showing by James, the big man being put away by a Kidd piledriver. It would take “War Ready” two attempts though, with his knee buckling on the first. Kidd won, but James was the one who left under his own power, and Kidd appeared to respect him for his effort.

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Oskar Leube vs. Mike D Vecchio ended in a double countout in 9:55

Absolutely wild big man clash from two monsters! Leube is a exciting big man and Vecchio impressed me greatly in my first exposure to him. The “Belgian War Machine” is absolutely massive, his shoulders are about as wide as he is tall, and the things he does despite such a superstar look were incredible. The speed with which both men hit the ropes was insane, and Vecchio hit flips and the like it was nothing. All his offense was off the chain, leaping halfway across the ring and chopping like he wanted to go through Leube. Despite a small slow period in the middle, this one was electric and it’s a shame it ended how it did. Both men obliged the fans though and kept fighting until RevPro officials tore them apart. I want to see these two go at it again.

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Robbie X def. Aigle Blanc in 15:56

Cruiserweight clash! This one took a small amount of time to grow on me, but by the end this one was an awesome time. Just two great high-flyers giving it their all for the Southampton faithful. It was frenetic, it was fast, and it was a good time for all. A Canadian Destroyer followed by an X-Clamation get the win for Robbie X.

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Luke Jacobs def. Shigehiro Irie in 13:12

One more match before the break and it’s a big one! The number one contender to the Undisputed British Heavyweight Championship takes on “Beast Mode”. This one didn’t quite live up to my loftiest of hopes, but it was a pretty good big man clash in the end. Lots of meaty chops, big power moves, and even a stark reminder from Irie to “never give up”! We were sure to “Get Shiggy with it” as we chanted, but Jacobs would get the win in the end by making Irie tap-out to the crossface. I guess sometimes you need to give up…

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

With that, it was time for intermission. We took this one easy and eagerly awaited the second half.

Anthony Ogogo def. Sha Samuels in 11:17

The Guv’nor is here whether we like it or not to take on the East End Bookie. This was a decent match of beloved babyface against hated heel, but it all came to an end when Ogogo hit that devastating right hand. Bosh.

3 STARS OUT OF 5

Ogogo got on the mic here to berate the crowd and laud over us all his accomplishments in RevPro, such as defeating RKJ and Samuels, as well as eliminating Oku from the Rumble. He wants the RevPro Undisputed British Heavyweight Championship, and tells Oku and his “Irish slag” Amira to listen up and give him the match. That’s not very nice. But Oku’s not at home! Here comes the champ, and he tells Ogogo to watch his mouth, reminding him that the last time he made a feud about nationality, he “accidentally made Cody Rhodes solve racism”. Huge pop for that one! Oku says if he wants a match he has it, and that they can do it right now. They brawl in the ring but a right hand knocks Oku out cold. Could the champion be in trouble?

Grizzled Young Veterans (Zack Gibson & James Drake) (c) def. Sunshine Machine (Chuck Mambo & TK Cooper) for the RevPro Undisputed British Tag Team Championships in 16:49

The new champs are here to take on the ever-popular Sunshine Machine! Some words are exchanged and once we made an acceptable amount of noise, the GYV decided to oblige us all and put the titles on the line! This was a good fun tag clash between two of the UK’s best teams. Mambo’s mastery of the ropes was on full display, as was the lethal speed of Drake and his flying dropkicks. It’s back and forth, with both teams looking to be victorious on occasions until Mambo is planted with a Doomsday Device and a double Ticket to Ride facebreaker for the win. Grit your teeth.

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Post match, GYV offer a handshake which a frustrated Sunshine Machine weakly accept. They aren’t happy. Francesca heads into the ring to ask them what’s next for them. Mambo is still pretty out of it, so TK Cooper gives his answer. He sarcastically thanks Francesca for rubbing it in with her question, saying he hasn’t seen her do this anywhere else on the show. Another big pop in the promos here, we loved that. Cooper says they never win in Southampton (they have technically won 2 out of 7 here but shhhhh, one was an elimination 8-man tag though). He concludes they need to go back to the drawing board somewhat, and they take their leave.

Josh Alexander def. JJ Gale in 18:31

It’s the hometown boy versus the international star from Canada. Loud chants of “He’s one of our own” to kick things off. This was a pretty good clash between two top draw wrestlers. Gale gave his absolute all to put away the more experienced Alexander, hitting multiple dives and a whole bunch of his signature offense, but he’s never able to connect with that Gale Force. Alexander himself dishes out all sorts of punishment like rolling German suplexes, an ankle lock, and a powerbomb onto the knee, but Gale weathered through it all. When the straps come down and that brutal C4 Spike is hit by Alexander though, that’s all she wrote for Gale. 

3.5 STARS OUT OF 5

Final Thoughts After JJ Gale takes his moment main-eventing in his hometown, Francesca is here to say goodbye. We all join in to help along with the website name as the show comes to an end! Overall, it was a pretty fun show with some solid storyline advancement, and it maybe just needed a truly great match to reach the top tiers! Lovely stuff! I think for me this one has to be 3.5 STARS OUT OF 5 for me

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@ozqrowweek day 6 - Festivals

Ozqrow Week Day 6 - Festivals

Team STRQ had made it to the finals in the Vytal Festival. Their leader, Summer Rose, would be representing them in the 1v1 match that night, a match Qrow desperately wanted to be in but, according to his sister, his semblance would only be good at landing them at the bottom.

Whatever. He didn't care. He was fine just watching from a random noodle stand that was playing the match live on a shitty t.v. instead of with his teammates in the stands because he was totally not sulking about what his sister said and letting it get to him.

He didn't care at all.

He stirred the overpriced noodles around in the bowl as he looked on in boredom as they finally started the 1v1 matches. Summer was somewhere in the middle so she wouldn't be up for a while, maybe even longer if the others before her were both competitive meat heads like the ones they faced earlier in the week. He tuned most of what was happening out as he shoveled noodles into his face.

The sun was beginning to set. The sky was painted orange and a pretty shade of lavender, like the cotton candy Summer had tried to gorge herself on 20 minutes before she had to get to the arena. Raven had to wrestle it out of her hands because she was so adamant about eating that stupid mound of sugar. He chuckled at the memory, followed by a pang of guilt settling in his stomach.

Tai was probably pissed at him for ditching them. Raven wouldn't care all that much, she'd probably think she won somehow. Summer would be crushed.

She didn't know that Qrow had left soon after she went to go line up with the others for their introductions. He only stayed for 5 minutes so she could see him and see him being supportive before going to not sulk.

He sighed. He swallowed the last of his noodles (and his pride), through his cash onto the table, and got up to leave when he spotted a familiar silver-haired second year in a white button-up shirt and green slacks, much more casual attire than he was used to seeing.

“Oz?”

The silver-haired boy turned around. “Qrow?”

Qrow’s heart fluttered, “Hey, what’s up? Didn’t think I’d see you around here during the tournament.”

Ozpin rolled his eyes, “Yes, well I managed to slip away for an hour or so.  They don’t really need me there. It’s more of a formality than anything. But I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d be in the arena with the rest of your team. Summer is competing, isn’t she?”

“Ah, yeah. Uh, yeah, I was just about to head over there. I was grabbin’ a quick bite of something – uh, do you want to hang out for a bit before Sum’s match? Maybe play a quick game? I could win ya somethin’ cute.”

Ozpin hummed, “Why not? I have a few minutes before they realize I’m gone.”

“Sweet!” Qrow put his hands on Ozpin's shoulders and turned him in the direction of the line of game booths, “So what tickles your fancy? Balloon darts, ring toss– I heard the sorry sap for this year’s dunk tank is that little shit second year who spat spitballs at you during class~”

“That would be highly unprofessional.”

“And all the more fun.”

Ozpin playfully rolled his eyes, “Maybe next Vytal Festival—” He stopped, gasping aloud before pulling Qrow close to him, “Qrow, look!”

He pointed at the milk bottle toss booth. A giant fox blush in an olive green vest and a pair of round glasses hung overhead. Qrow’s face drained. He could hear his wallet screaming. “Y-you want that? You sure you don’t want the bunny with the carrot?”

“Please Qrow? Look at him! He’s begging us to take him home! I already have a name picked out for him!”

“You just saw– you know what? Sure. I’ll win you the fox no sweat!”

Ozpin beamed. Qrow waltzed up to the booth, threw down 5 lien, and grabbed a softball from the dispenser. He threw on a cocky grin but inside he was praying to the brothers for him not to royally fuck his chances to impress the hot upperclassman he’s been pining after for the entire year. He squeezed the ball, lined up for the pitch, and threw the ball as hard as he could. It flew through the air until it mysteriously curved, hit the edge of the table at the far left, and bounced back into Qrow’s face, earning him a bloody nose.

“Oh gods, Qrow, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” He said, waving it off, “All good.  I’ll just go again.”

He grabbed another ball from the dispenser and threw it. That time, the ball went over the milk bottles and hit the back wall of the stand. His face burned with embarrassment. Raven was right. His semblance wasn’t useful at all. No doubt the next one would end up hitting Ozpin and ruining his glasses or giving him a concussion. His hand trembles. He felt a hand on his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“You can do this,” Ozpin whispered, “And even if you don’t, it’s okay. I don’t really need it. I just…wanted to spend time with you.”

Qrow’s heart skipped a beat. His face burned red and he found himself with a piece of newfound confidence.

His crush admitted to wanting to spend time with him. He was touching his shoulder and telling him he actually wanted to spend time with him.

Now he had to get the damn fox.

He took a step back, lined up to pitch, and with all of the strength and confidence he could muster, he launched the ball into the first tower of milk bottles. A stray bottle fell against the tower on the second table that knocked over the other set of bottles. Qrow crossed his fingers as the ball ricochetted off the back wall, hitting and knocking over the last table, spilling the bottles everywhere.

Ozpin gasped aloud. Qrow grinned, fist-pumping the air. “YES! Haha! Sucked it, Gods! I fucking did it!”

“Alright kid, what do you want?” The man at the booth asked.

“One stupidly giant fox plush, my good sir.” The man rolled his eyes, pulled down the fox toy, and handed it to Qrow, who then, in turn, handed it off to Ozpin, “One fox son for you, my dear friend.”

Ozpin squealed, hugging the plush toy with such love and adoration. Lucky bastard. “Thank you, Qrow!”

“So, whatcha gonna name him?”

He gestured to the fox, doing a little bow as he spoke, “Qrow Branwen, I would like to introduce you to Walter Heathcliff Foxwold of the future Foxwold fortune!”

“Foxwold fortune?”

“Oh yes, what else is he supposed to pass onto his future children that I will soon begin to accumulate over a long period of time?”

Qrow laughed. “Jeez, how are you this cuuuuu — oh, h-hey! Look at the time! Looks like it’s almost time for Summer to get up there! Guess I should get going…do you think we can play some more games after? Maybe I get you some cotton candy?”

Ozpin’s smile fell as he smushed his face in the fox, “I don’t think I can. I’m already pushing two hours.”

“Then come with me to the tournament! We can watch the fight together! Spend a little more time with each other before you have to go!”

Ozpin didn’t say anything for a long few seconds before he reached for Qrow’s hand and squeezed his hand. “Okay. I like that idea.”

“R-really?”

He nodded.

Qrow was beaming. “Awesome! Let’s get going!”

He pulled Ozpin along as they raced to the arena to go enjoy Summer’s fight and enjoy the time they had with one another before returning to their normal-ish lives.