#I have to put more things in the tag section but I really cannot think straight for now

[matchavellichor]

Can I request a Seb x f!Reader where either MC is super tired or Seb is super tired and the other helps them relax. Like by running a hot bath, then giving a really sensual massage? It doesn’t have to become NSFW or it can. Completely up to you! But I just cannot get the idea out of my head!

You’re writing is to die for btw!

A/N: I loved this idea sm!! I hope I did it justice and that you enjoy!

Long Night

Sebastian x f!MC - NSFW/Fluff - 3.6k words - ao3

Tags: Pre-Established Relationship, Protective Seb, Cunnilingus, Body Worship, Care/Comfort

Summary: Sebastian helps you wind down after a long night.

It was half past two in the morning when you finally staggered your way back to Hogwarts, having spent the better part of your evening decimating Ashwinder camps around the outskirts of Hogsmeade. As you slip through the common room door, Sebastian rouses from the wingback chair he had fallen asleep on while waiting up for you.

“Please, no lecture tonight,” You intercept as soon as you spot him, raising a hand to your mouth to stifle a yawn. “I’m far too exhausted for this.” 

He opens his mouth to protest, but disgruntledly closes it at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, the weary slouch of your shoulders. 

He brings a hand up to thumb at the smear of ash on your chin, a faint look of understanding. “I’ll save the scolding for tomorrow. You look like you’ve been roughed up enough for one night.” 

You give him a satisfied smile as you sink back against one of the plush couches. “You think I’m roughed up? Should’ve—” You wince at the contact of the cushions with the abrasions and cuts under your clothes. “Seen the other guy.” 

He looks unconvinced. “Yeah, yeah,” He outstretches a hand in front of you, rubbing the sleep from his own eyes with the back of his knuckles. “Come on, up.” 

“Do I have to?” You close your eyes, tilting your head back onto the backrest of the couch.

“Yes . You’re a mess,” He tugs you to your feet despite your groans, interlacing his fingers with yours. “You’re taking a bath then I’m putting you in a bed. No more passing out on the common room couch.” 

“Yes, mum.” You quip, your muscles too sore to physically protest, but not compliant enough to go without a fair amount of whinging.

He locks the door behind him as soon as he gets you inside the Prefect’s Lavatory, flicking the lights on with a swish of a wand. A set of firm hands on your waist lifts you up on the counter so he can better tend to you. You grimace from the press of his fingers against your injuries and concern washes over his expression.

“May I see?” He asks, fingers paused on the laces of your bodice. You nod. 

He unties the latticework of laces with a deftness that only comes from practice, beginning on the buttons of your blouse next. He slips the garment  off your shoulders with a tenderness that contrasts so starkly to the usual hasty manner he tears it off you in isolated alcoves in the Restricted Section, or under the drawn curtains of four-poster beds.

“Lift your arms, love.” 

He pulls the chemise over your head, yet doesn’t linger too long on the sight of your bare chest when he notices the purple contuses scattered over your ribs. He frowns in disapproval, tsks as his fingers trace the bruises with feather-light touches. His gaze snaps back up to meet yours. 

“Are you going to tell me what happened?”

You give him a sheepish smile. “Would you believe me if I told you I tripped on my way to Charms?” 

He looks entirely unamused.

“Worth a shot.” 

“Merlin’s sake, the things you get up to...” He parts to rummage through a first-aid kit that he pulled from one of the cabinets, a frustration in his movements. He’s upset, but not at you. “It’s a miracle you’ve never gotten detention. Or honestly right out expelled. You’ve broken so many Hogwarts ordinances I’m surprised you’re still—”

“Since when did you start caring about the rules?”

He sighs as he pauses in front of you with a tin of dittany salve in hand. “Since I started caring about you.”

You roll your eyes, even though his words make you feel warm and you have to bite back a smile at the preposterous idea of Sebastian Sallow caring about someone other than himself. If someone had told you this a few months ago you would’ve fell into laughing hysterics.

“What was it this time?” He pops open the lid of the balm and begins to rub a generous amount on your bruises, careful not to apply too much pressure.

“A pack of angry Mooncalves. Vicious beasts, really.”

He scoffs. “Oh, terrifying.”

You nod solemnly. “My life flashed before my eyes.”

He rolls his eyes, once again intensely unamused. He finishes smearing the last of the paste over your sores, tucking the salve away in its kit. 

“So do I get to know what creature has actually battered up my girlfriend?” 

“I am not battered.” You protest. “It was just a few Ashwinder camps. No big deal. I handled it.”

“A few,” He mutters to himself in disbelief, shaking his head as he closes up the healing kit and slides it back into the cabinet. He turns back to you and you can’t help but find his face of disapproval devastatingly adorable, feeling a bit inclined to defy him more often.

He takes your jaw in his hand, tilting your head for him to study. His eyebrows knit together as he eyes the cut just under your cheekbone, concern etched into his expression. “Yeah, I can see how well you handled it.”

“Stop worrying.”

“I’m not worrying.”

“Yes, you are, I can see it on your face.” You tilt your head, amused. “You kind of look like Ominis.”

“You wound me.” He drops your chin. 

He turns to open the faucets in the bathtub and you watch as he holds a hand under the water to make sure the temperature is just right, runs his fingers through the lavender-scented suds beginning to form on the surface.

You hook your fingers into the belt loops of his trousers to pull him closer when he finally makes his way back over to you, spreading your legs to situate him in the space just between your thighs. 

“I’m fine, alright?” You trail your hands over his chest demonstratively. “Got all four limbs. I’d call that a major success in my books.”

“Your definition of success genuinely perturbs me.” 

He braces himself against the ledge of the counter when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss him lazily. 

His mouth is warm and sweet, the taste of mint on his tongue where it meets yours.

He indulges you for a moment, a hand coming up to hold your jaw. A thumb brushing against your cheek, lips moving against yours with a syrupy kind of softness that makes your toes curl. He holds his other hand to the small of your back, fingers spreading warm and broad over your bare skin. Tender. Careful. 

You want to just melt into him, your muscles loose and jelly-like from exhaustion. You groan, pettish and frustrated, when he finally pulls away. He smiles.

“Stop trying to seduce me and get in the bathtub.”

“I’m not trying to seduce you,” You scoff, your legs wrapping around the backs of his calves to keep him close to you, feeling the stiffness pressed hot against your stomach. You smile

back. “I’ve clearly already done so.” 

“I have a gorgeous, half-naked witch kissing me, you can’t expect me to maintain total composure.” He steps away from you and holds out a hand for you to take. “Now get in the tub before you whittle away the little moral principle I still do possess.” 

“Oh, stop it,” You jeer as you let him help you down from the counter. “Corroding each other’s moral compasses is our favorite pastime and you know it.”

“The only pastime I’m interested in right now is getting you clean and in bed.” 

“Such a bore.”

“You are such a brat.”

“You like it.”

“I do.”

He slips off the rest of your clothes with gentle fingers, mindful of every bruise and abrasion as if he’s already memorized their locations. You sigh contentedly when you finally sink into the warm water, your head falling back against the porcelain. He kneels down beside you, brushing back the hair from your cheeks and forehead.

“Feel nice?

Your answer is a murmured mnhgmm. He chuckles and casts a stasis charm to keep the water at that temperature. He watches you for a moment, fingers dipping under the water to rub soft little circles over your arm. 

He slips a hand under the nape of your neck. “Tilt your head back, darling.” 

You oblige even though your muscles feel too limp to move, letting him run his fingers through your hair and dampen it in the water.

He works in some sickly floral-scented shampoo, the kind that you find far too sweet for your own preferences but that you know he absolutely adores smelling on you. You can’t find it in you to protest because the feeling of his firm hands massaging your scalp makes you too lax to form any coherent thoughts.

“Fuck.” You mutter when he kneads at a particularly sensitive spot at the nape of your neck. “I’m going to marry you.”

He breathes out a laugh, focusing on that spot until you’re practically melting into his palm, shoulders sinking further into the water. “That easy?”

“I’m a simple woman.”

“You’re very much not.”

“You like it.”

He smiles fondly. “I do.”

He takes advantage of your drowsy state to lean over the rim of the tub and steal as many kisses as he wants, tilts your chin up with a wet hand to give himself better access to your lips. He moves you around like a ragdoll, placing kisses down your wrists, on your knuckles, while he runs a loofah up and down your arms.

“You look pretty like this.”

“What? Covered in the blood of half a dozen different poachers? You’re sounding like Poppy.” 

You chance a look at him through one half-opened eye. He’s watching you intently, arms crossed over the side of the porcelain basin, sleeves rolled to his elbows.

“While admittedly strangely erotic ,” He confesses,  rubs at a lingering speck of scarlet on your neck. “I meant...all sapless and drowsy. It’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

When he’s finally content that he’s gotten every ounce of blood and soot from your body, he helps you out of the water with one of your arms slung around his shoulder, wrapping you in a towel that’s big enough for you to drown in.

Sufficiently dried and smelling like a floral abomination, he takes you back to your room and lets you sink back against the pillows while he rummages through your chest for pajamas. 

He manages to procure the tiniest set you owned, a sleek negligée with a babydoll neckline and a ditsy floral pattern all over, little pink roses with green stems adorning the fabric. It’s ridiculously short and leaves absurdly little to the imagination.

He holds it out to you curiously, dangled precariously over his finger by one of the thin straps. “How come I’ve never seen you in this?”

“Because that thing can barely be considered clothing.”

He helps you sit up on the edge of the bed. “You’re not doing a very good job of selling me off it.”

“I’ll indulge you in your utterly impractical sleepwear choices just this once.”

He slips the gown over your head, smoothing down the fabric at your waist. His hand stretches broad and warm where he’s settled it over your hip. When he pulls away to tuck the matching frilly floral undergarments back into your chest, you raise an eyebrow.

“Am I not allowed any knickers?”

“Nope,” He pushes you back against the bed and you sink into the covers. “Doctor’s orders.”

You shift onto your stomach, hitching a leg over one of your pillows tucked between your thighs as you get comfortable. You murmur through a yawn, “I’d like to see this guy’s medical license.”

Sebastian eyes the way your dress rides up over your bottom, the silk bunching up at your cinched waist. If he were a weaker man, he’d be tugging the flimsy fabric the rest of the way up over your hips and fucking you into the mattress until you were truly sore and exhausted. 

However, he has principles. Sort of.

He kneels beside you at the edge of your bed and tugs the hem down before you can properly give him a heart attack. You’re blissfully unaware of any unintentional indecencies.

He lets his hand linger a little too long, running down your sides and reveling in how warm and pliable you feel under his touch.

“You’re a little tense,” He remarks, even though you’re certainly anything but tense. You currently feel like you’ve dissolved into a puddle of warm sensations and you’re surprised you haven’t seeped into the mattress by now. 

His hands are kneading at your back before you can form even a semblance of a protest though, and you soon forget why you would ever want to. 

He smooths his fingers over the silk, feels your warmth seeping through the fabric and it’s enough to make him lose his mind. Before long he’s slipping his hands under the hem of your dress, chasing the feeling of skin-on-skin. 

He massages the space between your shoulder blades, down your spine, over your sides, smiling to himself at the little satisfied sighs you let out from the sensation. 

“Fucking hell,” You moan when he presses his knuckles into a particularly knotted spot at the small of your back. “I think I’m in love with you.”

He spews out a laugh, sounding utterly delighted with this information. “And all it took was a measly little massage for you to come to this realization?”

“Among other things...” You murmur contentedly into the pillow.

“Give me a comprehensive list when you get a chance,” He leans over you to place a kiss to your shoulder, runs his hands south to knead at the soft flesh at your hips. “I need to know what I’ve been doing right.”

“Well, first on the list, —whatever magic you’re doing with your hands right now.”

“Yeah?”

“Next up…mmhm, that one thing you do with your tongue.”

You pause, thighs squeezing together at the memory of the many times his head has been between your thighs. “Actually, that might be number one.”

“Might be?” He scoffs. “Well clearly I haven’t been doing it nearly as good as I should have. Simply unacceptable.” He enunciates his indignation by flipping you onto your back, amusing himself with the drowsy giggle you let out.

He kisses you slow and languid, cupping your jaw in his hand and rubbing your cheek with his thumb as if in appreciation for getting to touch something so precious. He peppers kisses down your neck, inhaling deeply, “Gods, you smell amazing.”

“I smell ridiculous.”

He licks a stripe down your throat in exemplary approval. “Ridiculously delicious. It's absurd, really.”

He dips his head to trail kisses over your collarbone, down your sternum, around your navel, over your hip bones. His hands bunch up the fabric of your dress, tugs it over your waist and gropes tenderly at the expanse of exposed skin.

He takes his time, as if he’s at an altar in solemn devotion. You let out soft, drowsy sighs as he drags his tongue down your midriff, across your hip, as if he needs to taste every part of you.

He looks up at you when he finally dips his head between your thighs, clearly satisfied with the way your head is sunken back against the pillow and your hands have balled up the comforter in little fists, consumed by anticipation.

He hooks an arm under one of your thighs and pulls it over his shoulder, keeping the other pinned to the mattress. He revels in how pliable you are, a weak, loose-limbed little mess spread out before him, barely even able to keep your own eyes open. He can’t help but watch you, truly study you in the state you’re in.

You huff after a full minute of him hovering over your center, his warm breath lighting your nerves on fire. “I thought I was supposed to be going to bed?” 

“I’m just helping you wind down,” He murmurs and places a kiss to your mound just to appease your impatient whines. Your stomach swirls at the long-awaited contact and the mewl you let out would’ve been mortifying if Sebastian’s returning groan wasn’t just as needy . 

He licks a single broad stroke through your folds with the flat of his tongue and you can feel his smirk against your skin when your hips squirm from the contact.

“Look at you,” He coos, taunting, rubbing your slickness in with the pad of a finger. “You’re clearly too worked up to sleep at the moment.” 

You’re too drained to argue for your obvious lack of energy and Sebastian’s ministrations certainly aren’t helping.

You’re half-asleep, half-kept-awake by the soft kitten licks he devotes to your cunt, slow and measured, the same way one would lap at an ice-cream cone they really, really wanted to savor. Patience was never a virtue Sebastian possessed,  yet he was managing to exude it with every brush of his tongue, infuriatingly calm and stoical.

“Oh, god—” Your gasp is strangled when he finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks. He does it knowing full well it’d make your hips jerk, make you push futilely at his head with weak hands and tired muscles.

“I know, angel,” He pushes you back down against the mattress, folds his forearm over your stomach to keep your hips pinned down. “Relax, it’s alright. Let me make you feel good.”

He tongues at you, slow and deliberate, for what feels like hours, until there’s a wet spot in the linen sheets underneath you and you’re whining his name through breathless pants. He seems content with spending eternity with his head between your legs and dangling you on the precipice of your orgasm with soft, feather-light kisses.

“Please, please...” 

Your hands have long fallen limp over your stomach, too listless to thread your fingers through his hair. You’re a languid mess and he seems to like you like this, dwindling between the lines of consciousness and only kept awake by your desperate desire to come. 

“My pretty baby. So sleepy, hm? Poor thing.” He hums against your skin, and you’re so close it hurts. You’re too limp to press his lips to your cunt with your hands, to rock your hips and chase your orgasm the way you normally would. You just let your head loll back against the pillow and whimper his name like it’s a prayer. 

“You’re so beautiful like this. Just a little longer.”

Only when there’s tired tears pricking at your eyes and the knot below your navel is wound so tight that you feel like your entire body might snap, does he finally push you over the edge.

It’s not the violent, body-wrecking kind of climax he’s pulled from you so many times, not the freefall from the height of a staggering cliff. It’s more of a smooth descent, the drop-off on a rollercoaster that makes your stomach swoop. The kind that starts high and ends low, seeps through your entire body like sticky-hot molasses.

He manages to make it just as slow and drawn-out as the process it took to get you there. He keeps your legs open with his palm spread over your thigh, even as you try to fold into yourself. He groans at the sensation of you cumming against his mouth, his hips rutting mindlessly against the mattress. He blissfully laps at you and rides you through it until you dissolve into a puddle of shallow, shuddering pants.

He places kisses to the inside of your thighs while you tremble, murmurs praises against your skin, “Beautiful. Love watching you come apart for me.”

When he crawls up your body and finally presses his mouth to yours, you can taste yourself on his tongue. 

It’s soft and tender, and his chin is sticky, and it’s all just so good that you feel as if you’ve died and gone to heaven. He smiles against your lips when he realizes you’re too drowsy to even kiss him back properly, beyond pleased with your lethargy.

“Good?”

You’re too incoherent for words, but the lazy little hum of agreement you let out is just as satisfactory. 

He breathes out a laugh. “You’re the most precious thing in the world to me, do you realize that?” 

He kisses you once more before he pulls back to take in the state of your flushed cheeks and tear-damp lashes, still fluttering in their weak attempts to stay open. He doesn’t think he’s ever seen a prettier sight.

“It’s alright,” He murmurs through a kiss pressed to your forehead. “Sleep.”

He rights your rumpled camisole that’s been bunched up at your waist and smooths back the stray hairs sticking to your cheeks. You let him adjust you how he sees fit and fluff up the pillows around you until you’re properly swaddled to his liking.

He leans in to nose at your jaw, reveling in how warm you are and stealing as many kisses as he pleases. He leaves whispered promises that he knows you won’t hear, traces vows with his fingertips over the soft expanse of your skin. 

Only after your breathing’s finally steadied out and you’re curled into yourself does he pick himself up from his spot on the edge of your bed. He allows himself a final chaste kiss to the soft patch of skin on your shoulder that’s peeking out from under the covers, before he slips out the door silently. 

In the quiet of the empty hallway, his skin still buzzing from your touch, he makes his way back to his room with a soft, pleasure-drunk smile tugging at his lips.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy smut #fluff

[fastrainbowdas]

Hi hello I saw you didn't want to reach the tag limit on that reblog but I would very much like to hear your full character analysis on dsaf Jack

!!!

HIIIIII THANK YOU FOR ASKING <333333333

ok um. so.

The biggest thing abt Jack's personality is his apathy. He doesn't really care about anything other than his own amusement (and one other thing but I'll get into that later)

Yes, he agrees to help Fredbear (but what was he supposed to do? Just die?) but he doesn't actually Care about the dead kids. It's why he agrees to kill w Dave so easily! In fact, all Dave has to do to persuade him is to tell him how it would benefit Jack and Jack never argues that it's wrong. (I don't think he doesn't know that - he simply doesn't care)

He also... doesn't really care about his siblings either. He says he does, sure, but he doesn't, really. He has no problems killing them on evil routes (and while technically it is only Legacy Jack that does this, it still applies to Regular Jack and I'll explain why in a bit)

Here is where we get into differences between Regular and Legacy; Legacy actually cares about his siblings' deaths (insane, I know). Yeah, that is different from caring about them bcs. as stated before. He kills them in cold blood. lmfao

But he also gets Pissed when Dave flaunts around Dee's scarf and says it's his "most prized souvenir" to the point where he rips his fucking head off. So clearly Legacy cares that his siblings were murdered.

But Regular never ??? does anything ??????? to imply he gives a fuck ??????????? Like sure he says he cares but like. idk considering he knows Who his siblings are now and he has no problem lying to and/or killing them. I'd say he doesn't really care.

Anyway to get to the other thing Jack cares about - Dave! There's no arguing on this, Dave is the only person Jack couldn't bring himself to lie to in the good ending of dsaf 3 and directdoggo has confirmed that that entire monologue was just Jack going around saying "I love you". And we can tell Legacy also cares about Dave, since in dsaf 3, you only solidify the evil path with the line "Dave... I missed you." Which is really fuckin weird to say if you don't care about the person you're saying this to and only want to kill people again? And it's not like Jack can't do it by himself, not to mention Legacy could've easily just. Said he wants to murder again, there's no reason for him to lie about missing Dave. He wouldn't gain anything from lying and Dave was desperate enough to the point where he absolutely would've taken "ok fine lets kill again" more or less the same.

And before anyone tries telling me that Legacy is possessed by Henry or whatever the fuck. That's just misinterpretation of the text. Please go back and rewatch the evil ending, Henry literally STATES he cannot directly control Jack, just talk to him.

SO ALL THIS TO SAY. Both Regular and Legacy Jack care about Dave.

And- that's kind of weird, isn't it? Why is caring about Dave like. More or less the only thing they have in common? Why Dave specifically? What's so special about him?

Well I've given it some thought and. Simply put - nothing. There is nothing special about Dave. What is special is the circumstances in which their relationship formed and developed.

Dave is the only person Jack has gotten to know after he became soulless. Not only that, but they've hung out repeatedly (both the child murder and vegas) so it makes sense Jack would care about him, no?

As for why he doesn't care about anyone he got to know before dying. The most accurate way I can think to phrase it is that losing his soul reset all his feelings.

Anyway. To the part that fucks w me the most.

The similarities between BlackJack and Legacy Jack.

This should Not be a section that I need to make. What the fuck is this. If anything they should be polar opposites, no? BlackJack is literally this guy's soul and they very much clash at the end of the dsaf 2 pure evil ending so what the fuck am i talking about

And I could mention the whole. killing in cold blood thing. But honestly, even Regular Jack does it? If you go w Dave but don't go for the pure evil ending, Jack is still a murderer and all.

So for actual things BlackJack and Legacy have in common that Regular Jack doesn't. The first one that comes to mind is absolutely the enormous ego. (BlackJack thought he could deal with Henry all on his own (which is like. fucking insane. when you actually get to the fight you realize all of blackjack's attacks are fucking useless lmfao) and Legacy LITERALLY LOOKED GOD IN THE EYE AND SAID "I AM GOD". THATS ALMOST KINDA SICK. WHAT THE FUCK DUDE) And because of said ego, they also treat everyone else as inferior!! So that's fun. (BlackJack's entire monologue about how everyone in your party is a monstrosity and he'll show Henry what he's created and if he doesn't feel bad abt it he'll kill him!! And Legacy straight up calling Peter his prey in that one scene)

The last thing is that they're... kind of the only versions of Jack that actually care about their siblings' deaths? Like I said earlier, Regular doesn't give a fuck and both BlackJack and Legacy make it very clear that they're upset about it.

I really like what my friend said on this matter - that BlackJack and Legacy are coping with their tragedy in a similar way, while Regular Jack is coping differently. For BlackJack and Legacy, revenge seems to be a big thing, so it's not really a shocker that the more they care, the more cruel and violent they are. Simply put, caring serves as motivation for doing terrible things.

Um. I am very passionate about Legacy Jack.

Moving on from him though. Regular Jack is really interesting too.

Bcs he doesnt really. change between the different endings. Really, the only difference in Him Specifically between whether he saves the kids or not is just. Does he regard the promise he was forced to make as more important? or does he not give a shit and only think of his own amusement?

Frankly considering that he murders children for kicks and that BlackJack is implied to have been. Very Brutal when killing Henry. It really makes me wonder about what Jack was like before he died (or Alive Jack as I call him).

To me, Alive Jack is the biggest mystery regarding Jack because it's so hard to say what behaviors of all other versions of Jack are a result of Jack's tragedy and what are simply What he's Like. I'd love to say more on this topic but there simply isn't anything to say, all we can do is speculate.

Anyway yeah!! I think that's everything!! I didn't expect it to be so long lmao rip

Thanks for readinggggggggggg :]

EDIT: Hi here's a link to a thread where I answer a few questions :]

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #jack kennedy #jack dsaf #dsaf jack #jack kennedy dsaf #dsaf jack kennedy #this has been done since fuckin january #but i never posted it #all bcs i wanted to add a section abt the parallels between henry and jack #but i was lazy as fuckkkkkkkkkk #and only today did i realize that. i dont have to do that #teehee!!

[sparingiscaring]

Continuing from my previous tags, a thing I've wondered about Light Fingers (at least since finishing it) is, why do we never actually experience one of the major horrors of the Ambition ourselves? Like, okay, Starved Men, we go there and have a bad time, Clara is having so much body horror, Hephaesta and the Zee, Edward is staking us, the Orphanage is... yeah, and A Bat Wants to Roofie The City, sure that's a Bad Time, but it feels like we missed out on Actually experiencing what is at the core of this story!!! OBSESSION.

I wish we had gotten Moon-Milked! I think we are the only ones in the story (Aside from Frank n Jasper) who don't experience it! Like, I'm sorry, you're telling me EVERYONE HERE either is or has gone through one of the most intense horror things ever, an obsessive love that is driving you almost to madness, and you DON'T GET TO?! Not even for a BIT?! It feels like it should be there! You should have had it happen!

It could be at Vaughan's Island. Think of it. THE BOTH OF YOU. THE SYMBOLISM. Obtaining Lethean Tea Leaves (It's Light Fingers, you could probably steal some with a high shadowy challenge, make it a Heist if ya want) is how you opt out! Opting out is your Current Route - you don't get the letters full text, you get to act horrified at Poor Edward's... yeah, unchanged. But if you don't, you have to read what he sends. You're compelled to. The game can tell you in Bold, after it happens. "Find a Remedy, or else your Obsession will Grow".

You have the option to burn the letters, but even when you click it, the narrative, the Obsession, makes you read them, makes you keep them, makes you keep the boxes and the letters and everything else he sends you. Just changing the framing, changing it so your every no is changed by the Moon-Milk into a yes, because you are NOT in control of your own Self, when it comes to this. Nothing else is changes - but when it comes to the Object of your Obsession, you just cannot be in complete control of yourself.

And if the first time control is taken is too much, you could just be reminded again. And that option to Undo This is there, you just have to opt out. You get the Biggest Part of the Horror tied even more to your character, and you as the player have to deal with the loss of control of your Self, of that certainty that your choice was your own, and the building unease that, in the following sections, you cannot even trust your own Player to obey you, when it comes to this ambition.

Or, piggybacking off of @thedeafprophet's 'PC Gets Kidnapped' idea, it could easily come into play there, in a much smaller role. You're subjected to it, then, if you don't hold out, and you see the world as your saviors (puts a blanket over Jasper and Frank's heads) did in Clara's case, and still do, in Hephaesta's. You get to experience the need and the pull and the obsession yourself! The parallels of how you freed Clara from her's, to her freeing you now! They physically get you out of there, and then Vaughan mentally gets you out of there, helping you cure/repress the after effects.

You never marry Poor Edward, he's whimpering pathetically in the Nightmare Orphanage, or Murderized in the Nightmare Orphanage, but you can chose between cure and repress. No Edward Card, sealing him away in that place, or leaving open a door in your subconscious, come the next Nightmare card.

I don't know how to end this. I just feel like we should have had the chance to subject ourselves to The Horror of this Ambition, because stopping this from happening to everyone is really the story of Light Fingers. It's one thing to see it in somebody else - I wish we could have seen it ourselves, and had the chance to see just how horrifying it really is.

#and NO you can't become obsessed with anyone But Him because i'm biased and i refuse to entertain a falsehood #look me in the eyes. look my icon in the eyes. there never was another way #anyways i've gone feral #i think about this all the time okay #it's!! it should have happened!!! #long post #it should have!! it feels like it was being set up for that!!!! #fallen london #just in some way to Feel It Ourselves

[dmercer91]

please do more john gibson hcs!!!

inevitability au headcanons (2), jg36

send in asks for this au so i can give reader hobbies and a background pls!! i love them

you and jamie get along really well and when gib sees the two of you speaking through looks and giggling with each other like school girls he swoons

just seeing it puts him so at ease especially because he kept you private for so long

sometimes you get excited when you’re deep diving into your own lore

you cannot keep one plot point straight for the life of you so you babble on and on about random things

on second you’re talking about your first part time job and suddenly you’re talking about your next door neighbour from childhood and her badass cookies

john is so so enamoured

he loves that you’re comfortable word vomiting to him and he loves to hear about your life before you met

he’s much more tame telling you childhood stories but you listen intently 

youll be curled up in his lap while he talks and his voice is so calming to you

it’s like you’re tipsy on each others vibes

you two will dance in the kitchen after too much wine

he loves it when you get wine drunk cause you tend to get very flirty and very touchy

the first time it happened you spent a solid chunk of time just tracing his biceps and v line accompanied with too many jaw kisses

so that dancing turns into you getting backed into the counter

and then sitting on top of the counter

and then a hefty make out

gib notices that if there’s baking supplies in stock at his house then you’ll name something while he’s at practice

so obviously he raids the baking section at his local grocery store so that 1. you’re not bored and 2. you’ll feed him the best brownies that have ever graced his mouth

you brought some with you to a practice once and now you’re periodically met with trevor (sometimes w jamie) at your front door so you’ll bake him something 

john hates it because those are supposed to be his baked goods and trevor is a hog

he’s better if jamie tags along because they even each other out, also because of how the two of you click

it’s a long night after trevor leaves

john does not like to share, especially not when it comes to you, and trevor does a great job at shamelessly (and badly) flirting with you just to piss of his teammate 

it’s unreciprocated, but john truly despises that he was even in the room with you

so of course

he sits you in his lap and disturbs your pre-bedtime reading with kisses to your shoulders and neck

and you ignore him so he ups his game and messes with the waistband of your panties

his last ditch attempt consists of him faking offence, trying to get you to bite

“what? trevor give you enough attention? you’re sated for the night?”

you close your book and glare at him, he’s grinning like an idiot

“c’mere. want you so loud he can hear you back home”

he delivers well enough to make that wish come true, within reason

you’ve had to resort to quickies at the practice facility cause sometimes he decides he’s had enough of you talking to other wags or teammates or staff

cause he’s been so used to having you a secret that it’s weird to not have your undivided attention

maybe it’s toxic

maybe it’s hot

maybe it’s both in a jumbled mess of too much to unpack, but you don’t mind him wanting you all to himself

i don’t think i talked about foreplay in the first part (?)

but

he loves having you sit on his face

more than anything in the world other than you yourself

in the beginning you’re afraid to hurt him, but once after one of those infamous ‘million saves! but we still lost lmao’ games he practically laid down and dragged your thighs around his head and went on for as long as you could handle

“j.. j, thats enough, i can’t,” he loosens his grip and when you pull away to sit on his chest his mouth and chin are soaked and his eyes are dark

he loves to fuck your face

an unusual amount

he slowly but surely trains your mouth for him and it is 100% the best time investment he’s ever made

he likes a hand job on days when he’s just letting you have your fun with foreplay

if he’s moody you usually don’t get to touch him until he’s buried to the hilt

when you first get together you surprise him with starting on the pill so you were comfortable without a condom

and eventually he slowly starts trying to convince you to wean off

it’s totally not at all cause he sees you bouncing a teammates toddler on your lap and cooing at them and thinks he needs to see it every day of his life

“can you stop by the pharmacy on your way home from practice? my sugar pills start tomorrow,” “you’re always complaining that they make you feel sick, baby,”

he wraps his arms around you and you smile to yourself

you catch onto what he’s doing way before you lead onto knowing

cause if you say you know what he’s hinting at without giving him a hard no he’ll get a million times worse

and then you finally agree

when you shoot out your last pack he wants to throw a party

“you know that means my period’s gonna start soon, right?” “way to kill the mood,”

king of dirty talk suddenly turns into god of dirty talk

if he’s coming there will not be a single drop of it not going inside you

he used to eat you out after coming, and now? you warm him for as long as possible

you don’t successfully get pregnant for a long, long time after the discovery of some fertility issues

you feel so much guilt cause you know how excited he was and he makes sure that you know he would never blame you

#inevitability au ! #john gibson #john gibson x reader #john gibson smut #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

[apollos-boyfriend]

psst you got any more creepypasta fic recs? 👀

i have quite a few!!

putting them all below the cut to save space, and i cannot stress enough that if you want to read most of these you Need to read all the tags. some of these are very light and sweet, others do not play about with the genre. i’ll be giving overall synopses + warnings (somewhat) but do read the tags for further details!!

in loco parentis by nymm_at_night is. well. you’ve all heard me praise it before. you say “more” so i assume you’ve already read it, but i legally can’t make a fic rec list without it. it centers around jeff, jack, and ben + tim/brian, and is where i’ve taken So much inspiration from. if any of you who like creepypasta have not read it yet please do. tim/brian (in a divorced way), all the chapters have their own disclaimers but the overall biggest overarching ones i can think of are semi-heavy descriptions of death and gore.

visual arts by killer_cat is a very good, short one shot! it centers around helen and jack and i absolutely love the author’s characterizations/interpretations of everyone. gen and mentions of blood/typically creepypasta-typical killings, but overall nothing too major

KISS ME WHEN YOU KILL ME by notaccessible is unfinished with only two chapters, but i really like where they’re going with things! they’ve retold both jeff and jack’s origins in pretty compelling ways. jeff/jack, but there’s no actual ship content as of yet. there are a few heavy scenes, largely dealing with abuse, murder, and suicide, largely in jeff’s chapter.

undone drawings by sleeplywritings (pancakebluess) is a very sweet, cute one-shot about sally and jeff. some of the formatting is wonky at times when it comes to the dialogue, but it’s not too bad, and overall understandable. plus the overall mansion dynamics are fun and silly (AND they’re normal about tim 🔥🔥). gen + no real warnings

water bearer (paint me red) by xfreesomebodyx is a one-shot centered around jeff and jack. it goes into extreme detail about jeff the killing people, so do tread carefully, but i REALLY enjoy their jeff characterization. i like it when authors latch onto his whole being beautiful bit. i’m ambivalent towards their jack at best, but GOD is jeff well-done in this. heads up so you don’t get confused like i did there IS a formatting error in it where a section seems to have been pasted twice (as of writing this). tagged as jeff/jack but there’s nothing explicitly romantic, largely just subtext/undertones.

a house full of serial killers VS the barbie movie starring margot robbie and ryan gosling by salty_sam is a one-shot chatfic but you guys know they’re my guilty pleasure so i can’t not add it. it’s largely just the author messing around with character dynamics and mansion relationships which is what i am here for always. tim and brian are off (brian especially) but everyone else is super fun and consistently entertaining. gen, no real warnings outside of mentioned drug use

handling rejection by sunsh1ne_sweethe4rt has wonky formatting BUT if you can get past it it’s just a cute one-shot, if not a little simplistic in terms of writing. it’s just about tim trying to help nina get over her crush on jeff. i’m a bit biased bc anything with tim written normally makes me instantly herald it like a miracle but i really just think it’s cute and funny :] gen (with the exception of nina’s crush on jeff) and no real warnings i can think of

déjà vu by nightstar1888 is a bit hit or miss for me due to their tim/masky characterization, but i REALLY enjoy the stuff they did with ben. it’s a one-shot about toby helping jeff dye his hair, nothing too special, but i like the parallels they drew between then two. it’s tagged as jeff/toby but nothing romantic really happens outside of a few lines of semi-flirting, no real warnings outside of mentions of toby + jeff’s backstories and all they entail

the collar incident by honeycirrus is. well i’m hesitant to fully recommend it. there are certain parts of it i really enjoy, especially with the dynamics between the mansion cast, but that’s pretty much it, and those are kind of few and far between. i’d recommend the first four chapters ish? they do some fun stuff with BEN that i might honestly steal for myself, but i spent way too long wondering if they actually meant BEN or didn’t get the 2020 lore update. ben/toby, one semi-intense self-mutilation scene.

#muse talk #anon #creepyposting #i have. only recently gotten back into things #which is why all of these are very recent works #usually in fandoms im very picky with formatting but here i am So So desperate and it shows orz

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 8/8/2023

theoretically seeing two apartments this afternoon so i am taking the date as good luck

listening

the asteroids galaxy tour's the sun ain’t shinin no more. this was apparently a very famous iPod commercial song? wasn't paying attention to general popular culture when the original iPods were coming out. i would attempt to classify this as somewhere between the doors and smash mouth. spotify.

bitches by tove lo (feat charli xcx, icona pop, elliphant, ALMA). is this a good song? eh. is it fun to scream-sing while navigating through packs of lifted pickups whose hoods are higher than the roof of my moderately-sized hatchback? yes. spotify

how'd i find these? really leaning hard on spotify autogenerated dance playlists these days.

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reading

normal pair of books to read at the same time

diana biller's hotel of secrets was an odd one. you CANNOT take away from this section "oh tumblr user girlfriendsofthegalaxy hates consent" okay? i don't piss on the poor either. i had to really think about if i thought the sex scenes were jarringly modern and concluded no, they simply challenged my preconceptions of what a single mid-thirties woman in late 1800s vienna might get up to in a time when the best available methods of birth control were french letters. however, the lengthy discussion around consent and boundaries read as somewhat performative and out of place? or like a slightly different tone? than the rest of the actual sex scenes.

in many ways the romance was the b-plot to the hotel's inner workings and the international intrigue, which was fun. i enjoyed the a-plot enough to put a hold on biller's next romance, about a young american window in gilded age nyc. we'll see how that all shakes out!

i did not enjoy and did not finish chris miller's hefty pop history book on the history of microchip production and manufacture. got about a third of the way through. i think i most disliked his approach-- the technical style is very polished, one sentence flows into the next quite well, although we have very different opinions about the meaning of "intuitive" -- but we sit in very different seats watching the american political thunderdome. the way he presents his ideas is a bit jarring, bc it is an almost full-throated and uncritical endorsement of america's cold war diplomatic policies. i think many people would agree with me when i say those policies were not very good.

both of these have been on my holds list for months and i could not tell you the inciting incidents that made me place a hold.

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watching

in my best friend's endless search for Things to Have on in the Background That Are Semi Child Friendly (or THBTASCF), i have viewed National Treasure (2004, dir. Turteltaub), Rush Hour (1998, dir. Ratner) and Rush Hour 2 (2001, dir. Ratner).

i cannot say i truly enjoyed any of these choices or that they have aged particularly well. national treasure has such an ominous looming of the whedonesque Well That Happened!!! that continues to infect movies.

also rewatched The Mummy (1999, dir. Sommers) bc i wanted a screenshot of the subtitles [YEEHAWING, GUNSHOTS] which is my Texas Adventure(TM) tag, but the subtitles on my pirate movie platform of choice are not that sophisticated. you'll simply have to take my word for it bc my dvd box set is still in storage.

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playing

mainlining g/enshin impact. did not realize a whole nother goddamn country is being released next week. their every-six-weeks major content update schedule is batshit insane and i do not want to really think about the level of crunch happening over there.

the regions we have so far are legally-not-switzerland, not-china, not-japan, not-india, and we are going to not-france next. it has a real jules verne/twenty thousand leagues under the sea/steampunk vibe about it. look at this whimsical little deep-sea diver boy!

i have not enjoyed this past region (sumeru, legally-not-india) as much as the others. this may be due to the hiccup of seasonal depression i am experiencing. it may be bc this is the most Contiguous Landmass segment of the map and it's less segmented into individual regions than the other countries. it may be bc i have not spent quite as much time running around here as i have liyue (legally-not-china) which does feel genuinely comforting to run around. it may be bc the last time i played this game i still worked in the games industry and i still have residual brain weirdness about playing games.

i do appreciate their dedication to Big Fuckoff Trees tho.

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making

fallow weeks. things are simply not percolating in time for yeehawgust, due to the agonies, and that's fine, i'm telling myself through gritted teeth.

#tuesday again #tuesday again no problem

[g-xix]

You don't have to watch the whole thing, he even says in the beginning that he split it up in to sections so people can just watch the stuff they care about.

The reason it's an hour is because he literally goes over EVERYTHING so. Not great that you can't be bothered to even hear him out, but if your sticking to that, then this person put everything in a compact list:

https://www.tumblr.com/the-final-sif/737183126647980032/dreams-response-summary?source=share

and no, it's not all bs, there's genuine proof and good points made about how the accusers are twisting things around, one of the people involved has already confessed that what they've been sharing is not accurate/correct.

Wag1 man

First thing j gna say it here n now: I'm not... A Dream hater? Well, I kinda dislike Minecraft fans who are unreasonable, but the rest idrk. And no, Dream? I think he's j weird on a bit of a spiritual level, but that's j judging him as a human, not as a content creator for the shit he's done or anything lol. Although considering he was an alleged "groomer" for a good half or more of the year, I think it's worth being somewhat wary of him.

(Ik that's not related to ur inbox-thing, Anon, but j thought i'd say bc there's loads of lovely passive-aggressive statements in me inbox)

MayB I j come across as harsh spoken considering I'm not tryna pepper my words + I'm British. Yes, please do read everything I post with an accent.

Okay, now addressing Miss Anon:

No you don't understand; I really don't care. I know he'll try beat the allegations and that's good4him, but I haven't kept up with the drama because it isn't something that interests me, so I would just be watch what is essentially a video essay in the first person(?) And nah, I'm not gna watch the sections bc I cannot stress this enough: I'm not interested in any of the drama or allegations. I just wanna see the audience response n know whether he fucked it up or kinda did something

"Not great that you can't be bothered to hear him out" - it's not like this is an assembly or a mandatory speech I should be listening in to, and by not listening in I'm doing some great disservice and disrespect to him... Man, I have shit to be doing, it's not being flippent or lazy by choosing to ignore him, it's just knowing that I have more important stuff to be doing rather than watching someone defend themself

Yeah, good post. Doesn't seem too biased, gives a pretty good summary. Cheersm8

Yep thanks for that too. Not sure about the tone but if you're pissed off then i suppose Dream's j doing his job in keeping his content emotive to keep gaining traction

J out of interest though, what's the general thoughts over Dream?:

(Dwt tag included bc i wanna get poll results from a larger data set)

#WAFFLE!! #Dreamwastaken #dream #dwt #dreamwastaken neg #dwt neg #dream neg #dream situation #dsmp #mcyt #not a hater!!!

[fruit-of-infidelity]

My OCs from different fandoms and their races!

Tagged by: @kindan-no-kanojo ! Tagging: @poohwhin , @sumire-bride , @arleccine !

This was super fun! I didn't include the founders that i have been working on (i mean, forgot about.. bc ive been busy but ahem i WILL finish them, promise), but this made me think about the babies I abandoned along the way (i only love my one son Ryuuto and what of it, huh?) but maybe i could pick up the stories of these old OC's somewhere down the line when i inevitably dive back into these fandoms through cosplay lol. I have plenty of old OCs, for the record, these are simply the ones that I could remember/fit in nicely/liked best to include. TW for old, blurry, cringe art.

#1 Diabolik Lovers - Sakamaki Ryuuto

Race: Vampire Age: 18 (Physically)

I mean, you already know about him if you're reading this lol. My favourite, and I have no shame in saying that. He is the OC of mine that will always, ALWAYS get the spotlight, and get put onto a pedestal, because he is my SON, my LIGHT, my MASTERPIECE. I wuv him so much, I miss him, and cannot wait to return to posting regularly here (which I hope to do as of now-nextweek-ish?)!

#2 Diabolik Lovers - Dietrich

Race: Familiar/Unknown(?) Age: Mid-20's

Dietrich's character was scrapped early on into Ryuuto's development. He was initially going to be a personal servant/familiar and close friend of Ryuuto's, actually! I wasn't sure how I wanted their relationship to develop and, in the end, i felt that Ryuuto was best suited to be more of the loner type anyhow. So, as much as I adored how his character design turned out, I ended up scrapping him :(

#3 Black Butler - Alexander Eden

Race: Demon Age: 20 (Psychically) Height: 185cm (6'1") Occupation: Head Butler of the Peirce Estate | Demon | Contract Holder

Throwback to my delusional blonde men era, lmao. Alexander is (was?) an idea I created for a black butler storyline of my own alongside another self-insert-turned-oc. I still have the original unfinished story up on my Quotev, actually, which describes him as having "many different sections of his personality, each triggered through separate methods or people". Yes, I am quoting myself appropriately. I take social studies at university, deal with it. He's a blend of Sebastian, Claude, and Reiji, being "distant from other demons and disdainful in general ... [holding] onto the idea that perfection is the only thing valuable in this world and it can only be achieved through a pure soul of one completely aware of corruption yet not tainted by its temptations". I actually kind of miss him :')

#4 Free! - Niikura Seiji

Race: Human Age: 17 Height: 177cm (5'10") Weight: 65kg (143lbs)

Just directly quoting from the character profile I set up for him, Seiji is "the freestyle and backstroke swimmer and the vice-captain of the Kobeyashi Academy's swim team and a 3rd year high school student ... He was previously attending Iwatobi High School. He is part of the swimming club which includes: Tokaji Kuse, Yukari Niikura and Katsuyuki Tsukino", which are other OC's for his story. Cue the violins because his whole backstory is basically: "Originally, he was extremely passionate about the the swim team at Iwatobi, however, he was never accepted into it. Seiji stopped swimming after he was suspended from junior high school after attempting to psychically attack Rin who insulted his speed in the water. It wasn’t until his best friend Tokaji forced him back into swimming that he found his spark again". I began his story, but never published it! I might get around to doing that, because I really liked what I wrote for him back in 2018.

#5 Noragami - Shoji

Race: God Age: ??? Height: ???

Unfortunately, I didn't write a character profile for Shoji when I was interested in his story so I cannot remember it for the most part, and I only wrote two unpublished chapters which I archived. However, in the little synopsis, the storyline was that, as the reader, you "had known Shoji - the God of afterlife and exorcisms - for a while now and, oddly enough, a phantom encounter one afternoon after-school had brought you and your best-friend Hiyori closer after finding out she also knew a God. Soon you begun to realise if Shoji and Yato being past enemies wasn't bad enough to start another fight, the fact that both of them were falling rapidly for you definitely was". A typical, cringey (read: hot) love-triangle from an old fandom I was am into. Shoji, like Yato, was a God as was basically the polar opposite of his outgoing, happy-go-lucky nature for the most-part. It was just a sort of ying-yang situation, for the reader, I think. I had to use a picrew to reimagine him because I used a faceclaim but couldn’t find the original character T-T

#6 Yandere Simulator - Yuuto Shinohara

Race: Human Age: 17 Personality Type: Kuudere-Yandere

You're typical yandere!boy story, lol. I really did like making only male OCs, huh. Yuuto "is a 17 year old in second-year high school student at Akademi High. His classroom is 3-2, the same classroom as Taro Yamada. He has a strange obsession with Ayano Aishi and maintains a lovestruck persona towards her, as she does with Taro. He is in the Student Council Club as it offers him large benefits around the school". He was actually inspired here and there by some of the DiaBoys in his actions/manner of speech/etc. with the (again) unpublished chapters I produced for him. As is typical of many OCs, he had a tragic backstory too; Yuuto "had a hard time as a child, unwilling but not incapable of caring for others. Reasons for this stem from many different areas of his life, including the fact his parents died when he was young which left him with his older sister, Chiyu - the normal parent-child relationship unable to be created. Chiyu, although being a loving older sister, often leaves her younger brother alone while she visits different cities around Japan in pursuit of her career as a Tour Guide. This means Yuuto is often left alone for a number of months at a time. Yuuto, prior to transferring to Akademi High School in second year, was often bullied at school for being too quiet and isolating himself". Kind of want to explore him some more, too :'( Curse this tag game, making me want to hug my old OCs.

#ryuuto sakamaki #sakamaki ryuuto #art #admin #(( I swear I HAVE done female ocs in the past too….. #(( Just not many-

[banannabethchase]

Good Vibrations - also on AO3

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So, Anarchy in the Arena is already batshit crazy, right? So how could the Elite, known lunatics, and BCC, known BDSM enthusiasts, make it more out of control? Vibrators.

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I cannot stress enough how much of a bad idea it is to do ANY OF WHAT'S IN THIS FIC in real life. Don't accidentally involve your friends in your sex stuff without them knowing. Don't - don't use vibrators when you're doing something for work. I just. I can't stress enough that this is a work of chaotic fiction that should NOT BE TAKEN AS REALITY and should never be replicated. Also, heed the tags.

The middle section of the fic is from the perspectives of Matt then Mox of the Anarchy in the Arena match...but way hornier. I spent like 3 hours rewatching the match to find every point where the vibrator thing could have affected their movements. But it's important to note that this is a written retelling of the match.

Without further ado, here we go. I'm ending up on a list for this fic, that's for damned sure.

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Part 1: The Buildup

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Matt

“Oh, Christ. You’re serious.” Matt studies Mox’s face for a minute, trying to figure out where the hell this is coming from. And if he has ears in the Elite hotel rooms, where Matt and Adam had been talking about something like this just the night before. “I knew you were insane, but…”

“It adds another stipulation,” Yuta says, like he needs to explain it further. “We both know you like to up the stakes, right?”

“My brother’s the gambler,” Matt says. He glances over at Adam, who hasn’t moved. “What do you think?”

“If Matt’s doing it, then one of your guys has to do it,” Adam says. He’s firm, steady. Matt loves him for it. “If you really want to up the ante, we have to make it balanced, right?” Matt watches as his grin goes a little dirty. “I say it should be Mox.”

Mox’s jaw drops. “What?!”

“Don’t act like you wouldn’t,” Adam says. He throws an arm around the back of the couch, and Matt settles back into it. “Nobody in here is under the illusion that you’re unfamiliar with it.”

Yuta grins a little bit.

“You, shut up,” Mox says, shoving Yuta’s shoulder with his. “Who controls my remote?”

“Me,” Adam says. “Obviously.” He turns to Matt. “Who do you want to control yours?”

“Wait, we’re doing this?!” Matt asks. Sure, he’s popping a semi over the idea. Sure, he and Adam were just talking about this. But it feels a little overwhelming now that it’s a possibility. “We’re putting vibrators in our asses during Anarchy in the Arena. Just making this clear.”

“You are,” Adam says, stroking Matt’s arm. “And Mox.”

Matt shivers and leans into the touch, because he’s been a sucker for touches like this all his life and that absolutely doesn’t stop for Adam. “I’m only gonna agree if he agrees.”

Mox shrugs. “I mean, sure. Not the first time I’ve had something inside me during a match.” He turns to Yuta and grins. “Remember Forbidden Door last year?”

“Okay, that’s more detail than I need,” Matt mumbles. “You have to swear. I’m not doing this on my own.”

“What, you don’t think your brother wants in?”

Matt wrinkles his nose. “Ew. No, I will not be involving my brother in – in whatever this is.” He curls more into Adam’s side. “Actually, do we have to tell them? I’d rather not tell them.”

“Like, any of them?” Yuta asks. “That feels weird. Like, illegal or something.”

“It’s not,” Mox says. “Even so, you just can’t get caught.” He winks at Matt. “’Less that’s something you like.”

Matt feels himself blush. “Shut up.”

“Oh! I was joking!” Mox leans forward and licks his lips, arms braced on his thighs. “You want us to make you get caught?”

“Mox, please stop trying to seduce my boyfriend when I’m right here,” Adam says. He sounds exhausted, not angry, at least. “It’s my job to fuck him in public, not yours.”

“Oh my god,” Matt mumbles. He has a sudden image of all three of them, in the middle of the ring, going absolutely bananas all over him.

“You’re blushing,” Yuta says. “It’s cute. Can I hold your remote?”

“Can – really?”

Yuta nods.

“I mean, I guess?” Matt says. “This is super weird. Are we really doing this?”

“Only if you’re comfortable with it,” Adam says. “And if you change your mind, it’s off.” He stares down Mox and Yuta. “Right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Mox says, leaning back in his chair. “I’m in it, though. Cowboy over there gets my remote, Yuta over here gets yours, yeah?”

Matt nods. “Yeah, we can do that. Just.” He squirms a little. “We need a safe word.”

“Good, Matty,” Adam says, pressing a kiss to Matt’s temple.

“Ugh, they’re cute,” Mox says. “Yuta, why aren’t we this cute?”

“Because you’re annoying,” Yuta replies. “Mine’s treadmill. I probably won’t need it, though, since I’m not, um.” He grins. “I’m not the one with the vibrator.”

“Scrapbook,” Adam says. “But, same deal.”

Matt and Mox lock eyes, not exactly on purpose.

“Prickly pear,” Mox says, and he doesn’t break eye contact.

“Paisley,” Matt murmurs. “That’s mine.”

Adam leans in and kisses the side of Matt’s head. “So we good?” Adam says.

Yuta nods, head in his phone. “Already have two of them shipping to Vegas. Probably be here tonight.”

“My boy works fast,” Mox says. He pulls Yuta in and rubs his cheek against the top of his head, which seems weird. But it works for them, so Matt won’t judge. “We’ll drop it off at your hotel room when it gets here.”

“Cool,” Adam says, standing up. “When we beat y’alls asses Sunday night, we’ll meet up at the hotel room again, yeah?” He winks, and Matt has to remember he’s supposed to be standing up.

Yuta drops his phone, and Mox starts grinning.

“Interesting,” Mox says. “What’re you offering, Cowboy?”

Adam laughs and grabs Matt’s hand. “You’ll see Sunday night.”

~

The next day, Matt returns to the hotel room he shares with Adam after a gym session to see a brown box on the doorstep. It’s innocuous enough until he reads the note taped to the top.

Buzz buzz Buck

“Oh, for the love of god,” Matt grumbles. He looks around quickly and grabs the box, using his key to unlock the door.

“Adam,” he says, “Adam, the box is here.”

“Box?” Adam asks. He’s still in bed, glasses on and nose in a book. Matt takes him in for a moment, lets himself remember that this is his again. He sets the book down. “What box?”

Matt tosses the box to him, and watches him read the note.

“Ah,” Adam says. “That box.” He grins. “We should probably make sure it works.”

They’re late to a meeting with Tony, but it’s worth it.

~

Matt wakes up Sunday morning curled around Adam, head resting on his chest. He nuzzles in, desperate to catch the sleep before it wisps away from him.

“Today’s the day,” he mumbles against Adam’s skin. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Adam says. “Are you?”

“Not my first hardcore match, and I got that shoe idea I told you about.”

Adam shifts them so he can look at Matt a little better. “Not exactly what I meant.”

Matt blushes, but he can’t fight his grin. “Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m excited.”

Adam leans in and kisses him. “Let’s go kick some Blackpool Bottoms Club ass.”

~

Part 2: The Match

~

Matt

“Okay,” he says. “It’s – it’s in.” He shifts.

Adam grins at him. “You good?”

Matt wiggles. “I – sort of?” He wiggles again, trying to get used to the vibrator. It’s not even on and already he’s a little disoriented. “Text Mox. Make sure he’s doing his, too.”

“I’m sure that freaky old bastard is,” Adam says, but he texts anyway.

“Hey! He’s younger than me!”

Adam pauses and looks at Matt. “Oh,” he says, a little baffled. “Oh, shit. You’re right.” His grin goes fond. “You’re my freaky old bastard.”

Matt throws a shoe at him, gently, though, and Adam bats it away with ease.

They get their gear in order and make it back to gorilla. Adam bumps the back of Matt’s hand. “You okay, baby?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Arm’s good, I’m feeling good. Ready to get out there.”

Adam leans in, lips brushing Matt’s ear in a way that makes him incredibly aware of the vibrator suddenly. “Not what I meant.”

“Oh,” Matt says. He’s pretty sure his heart rate just sky rocketed. “Um, yeah. Good. So good.”

Adam laughs and kisses the side of his head. “Let’s go fuck ‘em up, baby.”

“Can you stay? Next to me, I mean?” Matt says it before he can stop it. “I know you usually –”

“Of course,” Adam says. He moves some of Matt’s hair off his shoulder so it falls down his back. “I’m right here. Paisley, right?”

Matt nods. “Paisley.” He wiggles again, hoping it’s dark enough back here that nobody can see him. “But I don’t need it.”

“But if you do,” Adam says, and there’s a bit of stern teacher behind it that makes Matt feel a little fizzy in a way he wasn’t expecting.

“Um. Yeah, yeah. I’ll say it.” With a quick glance around, Matt goes up on his toes and kisses Adam, quickly. “For luck.”

“For luck,” Adam says, an arm still around Matt’s waist.

Justin Roberts introduces them and their music hits, the four of them next to each other. Back where they belong once again.

Adam takes the lead as they make their way up the ramp, but stays just close enough to Matt. Close enough to remind him they’re a team together. He thinks Adam belongs up in the front, like that. Leading the team.

He wants to walk with him, follow him around the ring, but he knows this business well and Adam and Kenny are going around that side. So he’ll go around the front with Nick. The song feels familiar, comforting, and when Matt sees Kenny and Adam singing together, he doesn’t care what happens tonight. He doesn’t care who hurts him, if they lose, if they get their asses whooped. They’re together again. That matters. They’re in the ring, singing together, on the same side in a match. It’s been years.

And then an electric spark zings up his spine, and every thought he’s ever had leaves his mind as the music starts. He looks to see the BCC make their way down two different sets of stairs. Mox and Yuta don’t even have the audacity to be together, the pricks.

“Adam,” Matt says, voice tight. He puts his hand on his back, gripping the leather jacket for stability. “Adam, I – oh, god. Yuta turned it on.”

Adam turns to him, smiling. “You good?”

Matt nods, rolling his shoulder. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” He exhales. “This is gonna be a long night.”

He runs at Claudio, with the thought that, maybe, if he’s far enough from Yuta, the remote will stop working. He’d done his research the night before – the average distance was around 10 meters, but there’s a chance Mox and Yuta are as insane as they look and splurged for a longer range.

Yuta must be feeling particularly bitchy, because all of a sudden the subtle buzz that Matt could almost ignore skyrockets into a strong, rhythmic pulsing. Matt lets out a weird little noise, mouth open, and hopes the camera near them doesn’t catch it.

Claudio hits him in the stomach and the vibrator goes so weird that Matt moans again. Claudio takes the opportunity to throw Matt against a barricade. Claudio seems a little bored, though, and walks away for a second. Matt exhales deeply, braced on the barricade, as the pulsing shifts its pattern and makes his brain start to fuzz again.

“Why did I go for the giant?” Matt whines. He’s getting pummeled within an inch of his life. Before he can process it, the vibration increases as he hits the barricade again. “Oh, god.” He has to pause and lean over, hands on his knees, before he can do anything else. He has the fleeting thought that he hopes Adam is okay, Nick, too, and Kenny, but then the pulsing changes. It’s steady now, normal. He can handle this.

He punches Claudio, who tries to throw him over the barricade. Matt’s backflip is perfect, if he does say so himself, and he grins at Claudio.

“Not this time, buddy,” he laughs.

He pulls off a superkick, the vibrator slows, and he gets a chance to breathe. He’s got the upper hand now, ringside, able to throw Claudio against the side of the ring and get him in a headlock.

He looks up to see Mox. He half wants to know what Mox is thinking, how he feels, what’s going on in that head of his. But then the pulsing in his ass changes again, and all he can do is squeak.

Mox jumps off of the commentator table so that Matt’s forced off of Claudio, but it gives him a second to roll away. Claudio seems otherwise occupied right now, at least, so Matt gets a chance to moan into the floor and shift, trying both to get the vibrator against his prostate and as far from it as possible.

“This was a terrible idea,” he mutters to no one.

Eventually he gets to his feet. Yuta must have turned down the intensity at some point, which is nice. Sort of.

He sees Mox with Kenny in a Figure Four and kicks him directly in the face.

“I hope you’re suffering as much as I am right now,” Matt snipes.

“I think we all are, Matt,” Kenny says. “Get him offa me!”

“Not all suffering in the same way,” Mox says. He makes a weird sound that Matt thinks passes for a moan in Mox’s world. It’s interesting.

Matt gets thrown to the ground, though, and doesn’t get up until something interesting but also evil happens deep within him. The vibrator changes to a wave-like motion, something that feels exactly like how Adam fucks him, and Matt is suddenly very aware he is screwed. He rolls under the ring just in time before his orgasm hits him like a train. He’s lucky, though. He comes without coming, technically, and he’s still rock hard in his gear, but he’s not messy.

The overstimulation is about to kill him when the vibrator settles. He hopes, just a little, that maybe the battery died.

“Fuck,” he whines. He hopes everyone on camera will chalk it up to exertion, with how red his face has got to be.

He rolls out from under the ring and grabs a chair, throwing it as he gets in there. The vibration kicks in again, but it’s a rhythmless, random pulse. It feels like a blessing. The blessing doesn’t last long, though, and the pulsing shifts back to the slow wave, with varying intensity.

“Okay,” Matt squeaks. “Gonna bookmark this one for later.” He leans on the ropes for balance, pretending everything is okay.

He manages to get Claudio pinned against the turnbuckle and turns to see the rest of his team doing the same to their BCC counterparts. He looks over at Adam, who winks at him.

“Not the time,” Matt whimpers. The wave is killing him. In any other scenario, it would be in a good way. But not right now.

Claudio’s face is directly in his crotch, and Matt hopes he can’t tell that Matt’s got a boner hard enough to break bricks.

They stop and gather in the ring for a Superkick Party, but it’s a bad thing. The vibrator shifts to his prostate again, and Matt might die. Setting up for the big jumping spot helps, though, and moves it away.

“Oh, thank god,” Matt mumbles.

“What’s wrong?” Nick asks. “Your arm?”

“Definitely not his arm,” Adam yells.

“Shut up!”

“You all need to shut up,” Kenny hisses.

Matt runs and throws himself at Claudio, who falls to the ground. It feels like a win, until the slow wave vibrations shift to a steady thrumming. It’s different. Unfortunately, different is good. Matt whines again.

“I can do this,” he sighs, walking up the ramp to follow Claudio. “No worse than that tag team titles thing. I can do this.” He punches Claudio a few times, trying to transition some of his energy somewhere else.

Nick follows him. And Matt really hopes Nick doesn’t see it written all over his face.

“You good?” Nick asks as they throw their respective members off the ramp. “You look sweaty.”

“We’re wrestling.”

Nick rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

Matt turns around with Nick as they hear somebody shouting behind them, to see the singer of the Violent Idols…stripping?

“Ah, Matt says. “He’s got a BCC shirt on. Nick?”

“Already ahead of you.”

They superkick him, and the vibration calms down, and Matt can breathe again.

Matt dives off the stage at Danielson, pummeling him to the best of his abilities.

“Get over here,” Matt grumbles. He grabs Yuta on the ramp. “Get ready to die, kid.”

“Oh me?” Yuta asks. “Just fuckin’ wait, pretty boy.”

Matt manages one Northern Lights suplex before the vibration kicks up.

“Oh, god,” Matt moans. “You are the worst.”

Yuta laughs. “Save your breath.”

Matt manages a few suplexes, he loses count pretty fast, but Yuta turns up the vibrator to what feels like the maximum level and Matt’s knees start shaking and he thinks he’s blacking out and – well. There went the suplexes. He gets hit in the back by Claudio.

“You’re a dick,” Matt gasps. “Turn it down, oh my god.”

“Fine,” Yuta says. “For now.”

“What?” Claudio asks.

“You don’t want to –”

Yuta is interrupted by Nick flying over them and colliding with Claudio, which is probably for the best. Matt throws Yuta at Adam, who powerbombs him onto the apron.

“Thank you!” Matt yells across to him.

Adam winks again, which may make Matt’s dick situation worse.

“I’m gonna go fuck up Mox,” Adam says, and Matt watches him get into the ring.

“Give him hell!” Matt yells. He hopes Adam knows exactly what he means.

Matt plans to watch as Kenny and Adam beat the hell out of Mox, but his plans are torn to shreds when Claudio stalks over to him. He hits Matt once, and all Matt can think of is how to get up the stairs, how to get away. He also thinks that, maybe, if he gets up the stairs, he’ll be out of range of the remote. It’ll either keep the remote on this setting, or it’ll turn it off. He hopes for the second one.

When the vibrator turns off at the top of the stares, Matt collapses against the wall.

“Oh, thank god,” he mumbles. He doesn’t get many moments of relief, as Claudio grabs him and begins throwing him against the wall. Claudio hauls Matt over his shoulder like it’s nothing, which leads to a dick twitch Matt refuses to investigate in himself, but Matt manages to get himself balanced so he can shove Claudio into the wall.

Matt’s able to keep himself together through the whole fight in concessions. The vibrator, while still definitely there, doesn’t seem to be able to turn back on. While he’s suffering the Giant Swing, he’s glad the bases of vibrators are flared. Otherwise it may have zipped up him so fast nobody would have known what to do.

Claudio hauls him up and Matt pretends it’s not a little fun. His arm doesn’t hurt, at least. They manage to get backstage, where Claudio hauls him up and throws him into the back of somebody’s pickup truck.

“Ow!” he yells.

“Suck it up, Jackson,” Claudio yells back.

Matt tries a superkick, but it doesn’t help as much as he needed it to. On his second one, Claudio catches him and pile drives him directly into the floor of the pickup truck. Matt wails, moans, and has started to miss the vibrator.

Claudio screams something toward the camera, something vaguely European Matt assumes, and leaves Matt.

There’s a few moments where he considers just staying here, in the bed of a stranger’s pickup truck, until the show is over. He doesn’t have to get back out there. He could stay here and wait it out.

And then he remembers his secret weapon.

Matt leaps up and out of the truck, scrambling his way backstage.

“Move!” Matt yells.

“Aren’t you mid-match?”

“Shut up, Cole!”

He skids to a halt in front of Tony.

“Where’s the bag?”

Tony adjusts his headset. “What?”

“Where’s the bag?!”

“Shouldn’t you be out there?” Tony points with his thumb.

“The bag!” Matt gives up and dives under the desk and pulls out the bright orange bag.

“Jesus Christ,” Tony says, sounding resigned. “What is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Matt needs help setting up his shoe, about to burn to death on the wires, but he gets it done.

“Okay, bye!”

He runs back out to the ramp, careful not to stand too heavily on his foot. He has to make sure the toe part says off the ground until it collides with somebody’s head. He gets a good look at the ring, where everybody is, what everybody’s doing. Mox and Yuta have Nick in some weird double submission thing, Kenny’s on the ground and might not be moving, and he can’t even see Adam.

He pushes through and gets to Mox. He tries to yell something at Matt, but Matt’s not going to let him.

“Eat this!” he yells, and watches his shoe explode before his eyes. Mox makes a strange yelping noise, and Matt’s entire leg feels electric shocked. He wonders, briefly, if he did something wrong. But he also doesn’t care.

The vibrator kicks on suddenly, and it’s enough to make Matt stumble to the ropes.

Yuta notices him and shoves the remote back in his pocket before going after Matt. Every punch to the back jostles the vibrator, and he will not get through this. Oh god, he won’t get through this. He screams, desperate to get a little control back of himself, and kicks Yuta again.

Matt watches as Adam comes up from nowhere with a beautiful Buckshot, and takes out Yuta. Matt thinks this is it – almost nobody kicks out of the Buckshot – but then Yuta does.

“Jeez,” Matt says. The vibration is low and steady, which is nice in a way. Makes him think he’s not about to get his leg broken or his skull cracked on a turnbuckle. Maybe.

It doesn’t last though, the nice feeling. Claudio gets a hold of him before he can do any real damage to Bryan and throws his shoe into the crowd.

“Those are Spidermans!” Matt yells indignantly.

“It’s a shoe, princess,” Claudio snarls. He grabs Matt’s foot and starts shaking it, then starts to take off his sock.

“What are you doing?!”

Danielson yanks off his sock. Claudio gets yanked away by Kenny, but that’s not enough. He fights the urge to duck and hide when he’s getting wailed on by Yuta and Danielson, but any time he moves, the vibrator shifts to a new and interesting place.

At one point, he collapses over, ass up, and wonders if the audience can see anything. If they can tell.

He manages to stand, only to collide with Mox. In one smooth movement Mox picks him up, turns him, and slams him, feet first into the thumbtacks. Mox may have said something, by Matt can’t even think. Before Matt can even react, Mox grabs him in a Deathrider and slams him to the floor, hooking him for the pin.

He almost can’t kick out in time, the vibrations mixed with the pinpoint agony of his foot, but he does. He immediately regrets it, though, with the way Danielson has his heel in a hook. His head is spinning, passing out from it all threatening, when he sees a sudden whirl of color fly through the air.

Nick slams into Danielson and the ring, then Mox grabs him and drives his face into the thumb tacks. Matt winces. He rolls into the corner of the ring, trying to stay out of the way of Kenny going after Mox, but also away from the eyes of anyone who may see him an easy target, now that he’s got a bare foot. He can do nothing but watch as Adam and Kenny get nailed with busaiku knees. The vibration shifts to something mild, somehow, like Yuta’s trying to find something to mess with him. It gives him a break, at least. Slightly more stable, he manages to get to his feet and scramble to the ring, where BCC is going after his team with hammer and anvil elbows.

He wails on the BCC members to the best of his ability, but Yuta nails him right between the legs, which also sends the vibrator going just that much against his prostate.

Matt makes a strangled noise and falls to his knees, realizing the comfort was due to the vibrator slipping. He’s distracted in the worse way – he’s vulnerable. Before he can do anything, Yuta’s got a hand on his head, tilting his head back by the hair while Mox feeds him thumbtacks. He tells himself he needs to get up, spit them out, but every movement feels like too much. And, as much of an exhibitionist as he is, coming during the middle of a Pay Per View doesn’t seem like something he can handle. His friends will watch that back.

He’s shoved into Claudio and given the uppercut of a lifetime, spitting out tacks that fly everywhere. Yuta grabs him and gives him a German suplex. Matt thinks it might be the last of the energy he has, just to keep breathing, but then a familiar blonde head flies into view. Adam breaks up the pin, and Matt gets a chance to roll over, face down, onto the ring apron.

“Are you okay?” asks a medic.

Matt nods. “I’m good,” he whines. He does roll to the floor, though. Laying down sounds nice right now.

Like it’s television, Matt suddenly sees Hangman leap off the ring post and perfectly execute a moonsault into Claudio. He’ll have to compliment it, later. When he’s less dead.

A very different feeling washes over Matt as he sees somebody – it’s a familiar form, he knows that person, knows that shape – with Don. He knows.

“That’s –”

Before he can scramble to his feet, Takeshita, still in his mask, attacks Kenny. Matt can’t get up in time to stop him.

And Kenny gets pinned.

Kenny gets pinned.

Matt can only stare in disbelief as Nick crawls over to him.

“We lost,” Nick says, almost pathetically. “Matt, we lost.”

“I know, man,” Matt says. The vibrator’s stopped, despite Yuta glaring over at Matt from time to time and fiddling in his pocket. Matt’s best guess is the attempts at the long range connection drained the battery.

“Yeah,” Matt mumbles. “We did.”

BCC showboats like dicks in the ring, until they hop off. Claudio literally points and laughs at Matt and Nick, which feels excessive.

“I think I literally hate them,” Nick says mildly. “Like, I think I would be genuinely cool with fucking them up again.”

Matt shrugs. “I could go for fucking them.”

“Fucking them up.”

“That’s what I said.”

~

Mox

“You good?” Yuta asks, bouncing on his toes. He’s coming in through a different door. Mox thinks it’s cute how worried he is.

“Ready to fuck them up,” Mox says. “So good.”

Yuta fights a smile. “And you’re – good?”

Mox wiggles his butt at him. “Great.”

Yuta squeezes his hand before they both get ready at their own doors.

“This song fuckin’ blows,” Mox mutters to Claudio.

“Of course it does,” Claudio does. “Those idiots chose it.”

When Violent Idols starts, they make their way down the stairs.

Omega runs at him first, but Mox thinks Hangman must be watching him, waiting for him to get in range. He can’t remember how far the remote control works, how much the –  

“Fuck,” Mox says. “Jesus, setting one is – oh, shit.”

Omega runs at him, but Mox catches him around the neck and chokes him. If he focuses on the match, the music, the other men, he can almost ignore the buzzing.

He manages to get an arm around Omega’s neck, but it doesn’t last. Hangman must have kicked up the speed of the vibrator again, because Mox is pretty sure his eyes are crossing.

When Omega throws him into the metal chair, Mox can fucking hear the vibration, and it makes it that much worse.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Mox mumbles. He almost wishes Omega would kick him harder – it would make this easier to manage.

He manages to subdue Omega, at least enough to get out of his reach. He sees Matt, who he hopes is suffering at least as much as he is, with his arms around Claudio’s neck against the ring. In a fit of adrenaline fueled stupidity, he jumps up on the commentator desk and slams into Omega. Hangman must be nearby and watching, because the pulsing shifts to a weird pattern with high intensity.

“Shoulda told Yoots to cheap out on these,” he mutters, as he does his best to choke Omega out.

“What?” Omega gasps.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Claudio gets Omega in the back with a chair, and it feels right. Mox follows him to the floor and gets him in a figure four. Mainly because he thinks laying down will make the vibrator stop turning his brain into jelly.

He’s distracted quickly, though when Matt’s shoe goes right in his face.

They snipe back and forth for a moment, and Mox is almost convinced to tell Kenny what’s going on, just to make things that much more annoying for Matt. Inconvenience him, maybe.

But all of a sudden the vibrations turn off, and he can breathe, and Mox gets himself into the ring. Hangman’s on the floor and Mox thinks about finding the remote and crushing it under his boot, but that feels a little like cheating. The rest of the BCC is in the ring, too. He doesn’t want to rope Claudio and Bryan in on his attempts to seduce Hangman and Matt – that feels a little like workplace harassment.

Omega gets back in the ring and, just as Mox is about to really give it to him, Hangman must have found the remote. The vibrations pulse hard and fast, and Mox can’t help but collapse on all fours, trying to control his breathing.

The chair to his back is a gift, though, as it just barely shifts the vibrator to make it all less intense.

“Thanks, man,” he laughs to Omega.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The punches to the face are kind of nice. A distraction from the intensity. Hangman must be busy – the strong pulsing doesn’t stop or change.

He and the rest of BCC get rolled to the outside of the ring, and Mox lays on the floor for a minute, trying to regain his bearings.

“You good, Mox?” Yuta asks. Mox looks up to see Yuta looking infuriatingly smug. “Nothing…up your ass?”

“Go fuck yourself,” Mox grumbles.

Yuta still looks smug. “Maybe you. Later.”

They stand up and are immediately pummeled by an Elite member. Omega slams into him and sends him over the commentator desk.

The two of them brawl for long enough that Mox starts to get woozy with the too-many sensations. Mox finds himself in the ring, his vest gone, Omega with weapons in his hands, and wonders if this is how it all ends. Broomed to death by a Weeb in the middle of a wrestling ring, a vibrator in his ass.

Honestly, this time he doesn’t even know what he’s being choked with. He’s not pleased about it, though.

The vibrations stop, briefly. Mox wonders if Hangman is out of range. Mox gathers his energy now to push off the metal object and gets back in this, trading blows with Omega. Piece of cake.

The double clothesline, though. He hits the ground and the vibrator kicks in again, firm and unrelenting. Mox’s vision blurs.

He finds himself, when the vibration changes to something closer to a wave, in the middle of the ring where Hangman and Omega are wailing on him. He muses, in the back of his dazed brain, that in another life this would be his dream scenario.

The vibrator shifts and hits his prostate like a bullet, forcing Mox to double over. It’s right in time, though. Hangman came up with a big boot. It collides with Omega’s face.

Mox laughs at them. “Good one, Hangman.”

“Just for that,” Hangman mutters.

Mox feels the intensity sky rocket, so much that it’s almost gone the other way around to make it tolerable again. He takes out Hangman and rolls out of the ring after Omega. They wail on each other as they beat each other up on the ramp. He wonders if Hangman’s remote is broken, because the vibrator seems to have dropped back down to a low level, a steady, gentle hum.

When he gets to his poker chip, his prized masterpiece of the match, he can’t help but grin. He’s going to throw Omega through that fucking thing, and it’s going to be beautiful. But first, a classic. He sighs with nostalgia as he  pulls out the fork and fists it in his hand. Punching it into Omega’s face feels like how his friends always describe meditating.

Through the violence with Omega, Mox has a strange sense of clarity. Life is easier to focus on without a vibrator going nuts. He wonders if he’s created a new version of caffeine.

It’s all pretty standard, until the vibrator acts up again.

“Yuta,” Mox yells up into the ring. “Hit his hands.”

Yuta looks over at him from where he’s slamming Hangman with a chair,  confused for a second, then rolls his eyes. “Mox, go kill Kenny.”

Eventually Mox ends up back in front of Hangman.

“You’re being a dick,” Mox says, hitting Adam.

Adam laughs a little, even with how exhausted he is. “Yeah?”

Mox sees him fiddle in his pocket and send the vibrator back to the slow waving motion.

“Fuck off,” Mox grumbles, but he hits Hangman again, then goes after Nick. The waving motion is hitting him harder than it needs to be. He can barely focus on fucking up Nick.

He claws his way back into the ring, where he sees the cord and decides to assist Bryan with Hangman.

“I’ll let go if you turn it off,” he says, forgetting Bryan’s there, too.

“You wish!” Hangman yells back.

“I don’t want to know,” Bryan says.

Mox picks Omega next and manages not to stumble when Hangman adjusts the settings. It’s not a pulsing sensation, something that may create a massive problem in him very quickly. He and Yuta send Omega into the barbed wire broom.

Mox grabs Hangman before he can mess with his pockets again, but, worse than the vibrator, Hangman picks him up and gives him a dead eye.

“Asshole,” Mox mutters as he rolls onto the ground. He takes a few seconds to breathe, eyes locked on Hangman’s hand to make sure he doesn’t unexpectedly mess with the remote, then gets himself up. Nick is peacocking around the ring. Mox gives him a lariat as payment.

The vibrator shifts and changes while Mox tries to pin Nick, but he’s focused now. This mild steady vibration isn’t doing anything he’s worried about.

The problem with the Boston Crab, though, Mox realizes a minute or so into it, is things…move. The buzzing speeds up, gets more intense, and Mox may not survive this.

“Yuta,” he mumbles, “Yuta, we’re in danger territory here.”

Yuta laughs a little as he has Nick’s head cranked back. “You safeword, we adjust.”

“How come he gets an effing safe word?” Nick croaks, hardly able to speak through the pain.

“Don’t you ever stop –” He pauses. “Fuck you, Matt!”

Before Mox can even figure out what’s happening, he’s cracked in the forehead by something bright and hot and startling. He yells, not sure what, and blinks to get the stars out of his eyes. In the moments between getting his vision back and getting ready to beat the shit out of Matt, Hangman must get his shit together and shifts the vibrator. Mox wails a little as he rolls off the ring apron and feels the vibrator shift to that strong, pulsing movement. A second later and suddenly it’s at the highest level, and Mox comes dry, which is the one good thing about it. He bites down on his forearm to stifle the moan. He allows himself a moment to get himself together, adjusting the boner that won’t go away. The vibration is going nuts now, but he’s not dying yet, so at least that’s something.

He shakes his head, trying to reset himself. Slowly, he pulls himself up the side of the ring. He sees – well, Matt’s on his knees, which is a pretty sight, so Mox decides to grab the thumbtacks he’d nestled under the ring earlier. Maybe fuck Matt up a little with them.

He pours them on the floor, artfully, he notes, and catches Matt’s foot. He almost laughs. Right into his trap.

Mox hauls Matt up and slams him, feet first, into the pile of thumbtacks.

“Not the only thing getting in you, huh?” he whispers into Matt’s ear.

Matt’s response is to hobble feebly for a few steps, but Mox doesn’t let him go far. He grabs Matt and pulls off a Death Rider, going for the pin. He thinks he’s got it, but Matt manages to kick out. It’s enough to shift the vibrator against his prostate again, and it’s almost unbearable after the orgasm.

“Shit,” he whines.

“You deserve it,” Matt chokes out.

 Mox watches, pleased, as Bryan gets Matt in a heel lock. Serves the brat right. Nick is annoying, though, and breaks up the submission, so Mox drops his head into the thumbtacks. Just for fun.

Things spin out of control, and for a minute Mox has no idea where he is or what he’s doing. All he knows is Omega’s got him and he’s slamming into the ring and rolling off, pain and vibrations coursing through his body as he flops onto the floor.

Mox crawls back into the ring just in time for a nice little hammer and anvil moment with the BCC. He gets Nick, which is fine, but then Matt has to show up and get in the way. It works, sort of, but he rolls sideways into the thumbtacks.

Sideways into the thumbtacks.

“Since he likes stuff in his mouth so much,” Mox singsongs. He doesn’t even bother with fanfare, just trusts Yuta to tilt Matt’s head back so he’ll open his mouth and take what he’s given.

Hangman’s taught Matt well.

Mox is a little disappointed he’s not the one to punch Matt in the mouth and send the thumbtacks flying, but he’s not a selfish man and Claudio deserves to have a little fun with Matt. Especially since he won’t get to be part of what happens after.  

Mox is convinced Yuta’s going to get the pin, but then the stupid Cowboy shows up. He half hopes he and Omega are about to kill each other, which would make his job easier, but then they do something. Well, it’s not unlike what he and Bryan do, but it feels way gayer.

“That was fuckin’ gay,” Mox says to Hangman as they go after each other.

“You literally have a vibrator in your ass! Right now!”

Mox shrugs, planning a snippy retort, but Hangman grabs the controller and turns it to that weird intense pulsing thing, and Mox is suddenly unable to do anything.

“Hah,” Adam says. “Who’s gay now?”

“All of us, fuck.”

Hangman takes the opportunity to throw Mox on his back. He accepts it, just for now, and rolls out of the ring, trying to figure out if Hangman increased the intensity or if this is just his reaction to pain in any setting.

By the time he gets himself together and stands up, he can tell Hangman is about to go for a Buckshot on Yuta, and Mox doesn’t care for that shit at all. He yanks Omega out of the ring by the leg, but Omega gets away before Mox can subdue him and gets back into the ring.

He watches, in awe, as Takeshita makes his move. There’s not much he has to do right now. All he has to do is let Yuta do his thing, and Omega’s done.

One.

Two.

Three.

“Hell yeah,” Mox laughs. That’s his man.

He leaps into the ring, blinking blood out of his eyes, as he checks in with Yuta.

“Hey, baby,” he says, grinning. “Good job.”

“Thanks,” Yuta says, panting. “How are you?”

Mox shrugs. “Came once. Close again, but I’m distracted, so I should be good.”

“I meant the blood on your face.”

“I always have blood on my face.”

He pats Yuta’s side, a job well done, and moves so he can watch Don.

“This is unnecessary,” Mox says to Yuta. “This is about you, baby. Go – I don’t know, be flashy about it.”

Claudio comes up behind Yuta. “I have an idea.”

He scoops Wheeler up on his shoulders, and Mox grins as they do a version of their little crab walk.

His guys. His team.

Their victory.

~

Part 4: The Aftermath

~

Matt

“I gotta pee!”

“But your foot –”

“I said I have to pee!”

Matt hobbles to the bathroom, the door caught by someone as he tries to slam it shut.

“I said I have to –” He cuts himself off. “Oh, Adam, it was awful.”

“Was it?” Adam asks. He always looks so good covered in blood. He also looks good smirking like an asshole, but Matt doesn’t want to think about that right now. “Are you sure awful’s the right word?” He crowds into Matt, who wants nothing but to be touched.

“You’re being mean.”

“You like it when I’m mean.”

Matt fights a smile. “I really do have to pee.”

“I know,” Adam says. “You probably have to do something else, yeah?”

Matt nods.

“I’m here for moral support,” Adam says, leaning against the door. “Also a bodyguard. Also, my pockets are deeper than yours.” He shrugs. “If you want to take out the vibrator.”

“I’m not sure it’s a want as much as a need,” Matt says.

The vibrator, cleaned in the hottest water possible in the sink with soap as Adam laughs at him in the corner, is taken care of and shoved in Adam’s pocket.

“It was your idea,” Matt says, patting the pocket, “so you get to take care of it.”

“Let’s hope I don’t go through a metal detector.” He winks at Matt. “How horrible it would be if we got caught.”

“Don’t you start that,” Matt says, as firmly as he can muster while feeling both agonizingly empty and overly full with thumbtacks. “Now help me over to medical so I can stop hurting.”

Adam get him where Matt needs to go and keeps an eye on him as they tend to his head wound and examine Matt’s foot.

“Jesus,” Doc says. “What the hell made you want to do this?”

“Me?!” Matt exclaims. “It was Mox’s fault! And the whole stupid BCC’s fault.” He pouts and folds his arms across his chest as the medical team painstakingly pulls the thumbtacks out of his foot. Doc looks like he regrets his question.

“I gotta go get antiseptic,” Doc says, “and away from this conversation.”

“Hey, baby,” Adam says, checking Matt’s foot. “You okay?”

“No,” Matt grumbles. “We lost. Because of that stupid little brat.”

“Technically, it was because of Don.”

“Yeah, him too. Lots of assholes in the ring tonight.”

Adam snorts.

“Shut up!” Matt half wails. He reaches out and yanks Adam down by the arm. “The only reason I’m not dead is I’m pretty sure the battery died. That was miserable.”

“Was it?” Adam says. “I mean. Come on, baby.”

Matt can’t make himself meet Adam’s eyes. “Shut up.”

Adam laughs and presses his lips to the top of Matt’s hair, like he doesn’t care that Matt’s covered in sweat and blood and grease. “How’s your foot?”

“Hurts,” Matt says. “I’m tired.”

Adam rests a hand on his shoulder. “We can go back to the room and sleep,” Adam says, and Matt knows what’s behind his words. “We don’t have to – do anything else.”

Matt does a scan of his body. He doesn’t really need his feet to get railed out of his mind. His mouth is fine after the thumbtack mouth wash, which surprises him.

“I’m good,” Matt says. “I think I – yeah.” He wiggles a little, missing the feeling of something inside him. He has an idea of what could take the vibrator’s spot.

Adam’s smile turns knowing. “Okay. Let’s get patched up and we can, uh. Not go back to the room. Okay?”

Matt nods.

Within the hour, Matt’s got a bandage around his foot, but he can still fit it in a slide, so he considers it a win. The shower wasn’t horrible, either, with his foot stuck outside to keep the bandages dry. Adam, a little butterfly stitch on his forehead and damp curls falling out of his bun, helps him out of the shower and dress.

“Where are you two going?” Nick asks as they make their way to the doors. The bandage makes it look like he’s missing a chunk of hair.

Matt freezes. “We’re gonna go have sex.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “Ew. Just tell me you’re busy next time. Jeez.” He turns around. “Kenny! They’re being gross. Want to get dinner?”

Kenny nods as he stands up gingerly. “Sure.”

The two of them slowly, but painlessly, make their way out of the venue. Despite his fears, there’s no metal detector to set off the vibrator in Adam’s pocket.

“You think Mox’s vibrator is still going?” Adam asks, face pressed into Matt’s neck.

Matt shakes his head. “Nah. It stops working out of range and the battery’s probably dead, either way.”

Matt watches as Adam – he pouts. He’s pouting.

“What the heck is that?” Matt asks. “What – do you have boo-boo eyes over Mox not still getting messed up by the vibrator?”

Adam scoffs. “They are not boo-boo eyes,” he insists, throwing their bags in the back of the pickup truck he’d rented.

“They are,” Matt says. “They absolutely are. Look!” He turns his phone so Adam can see himself. “Big green boo-boo eyes. Because you’re not still electronically railing Mox.”

“Is this a jealousy thing?” Adam laughs. “Because I can do jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Matt says, buckling his seat belt. “I got railed electronically by Yuta earlier tonight. I’m pretty pleased.”

Adam bites his lip. “Did you, um. Did you come?”

Matt nods, reliving the moment. “Yeah. Kind of early in the match, actually. There’s this really good wave thing that took me out.” He sighs. “I wanna kill him, but Yuta – he took off that vest and I, uh. I noticed.”

“Right?!” Adam says. He slows to a stop to let a few cars go. “Like, when his torso start looking like – like that?”

Matt thinks for a moment. “You think he’d – do you think he’d want to – to…” He trails off.

Adam laughs, eyes locked on the road. “You want Yuta to fuck you, huh.”

“100%.”

~

Mox

“Where are we meeting them?” Yuta asks. He’s antsy. Mox grabs one of his hands and presses a kiss to bruised knuckles. “Are we still?”

Mox checks his phone to see Hangman’s reply message. “Yeah. See? He said they’d meet us in our suite in a few minutes.”

Yuta grabs Mox’s phone. “Is his contact info a cowboy emoji and the word ‘Bitch’?”

Mox nods. “Yeah. Matt’s in there with that boo-boo bottom eye emoji and the word Bitch.”

Yuta laughs and nuzzles into Mox’s shoulder, shuffling so he’s straddling Mox’s lap. “You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m fucking you, so that makes you stupid,” Mox says, tilting his head back so Yuta can give him a few more bruises.

“About that,” Yuta says, hands sliding up and under Mox’s shirt. “What if I said I wanted to fuck Matt tonight instead of you?”

Mox hums as Yuta’s fingers tweak at his nipples. “Really.”

“Uh-huh,” Yuta murmurs, lips going to Mox’s neck. “He’s pretty. And I kind of liked making him squirm with that vibrator.”

Mox laughs, arms sliding up the back of Yuta’s shirt. “I like that idea.”

“And I was thinking – maybe Hangman could fuck you wanted.”

“Oh!” Mox says, pulling back to look at Yuta. “Oh, really. You’re not going to get jealous like the time me and Bryan –”

“That was different,” Yuta says, frowning. “Bryan didn’t talk to me about it first. And it wasn’t my idea.”

“So it has to be your idea, huh?” Mox says. He settles his hands on Yuta’s thighs.

“I’d like it to be,” Yuta says. “Would you want to?”

Mox thinks about it. Hangman was mean out there tonight, almost as mean as he was with the Death Match, and Mox kind of wants to see what that looks like in the bedroom. In him.

“Yeah,” Mox says. “Yeah, I’d definitely want to.”

Yuta lights up. “Okay, cool. Yeah, I – let’s ask them to do that.”

The two of them make out lazily for a while, waiting for a knock on the door.

When it comes, Yuta nearly flies off of Mox’s lap.

“Calm down, babe,” Mox laughs. He opens the door to see Matt and Hangman there. Hangman’s got his hand raised for another knock and Matt’s almost behind him, like he’s waiting for Hangman to take control of the situation.

Mox can absolutely work with that.

“Hey,” he says. “What do you two need?”

“Oh, don’t play around,” Hangman says, rolling his eyes. But Mox is pretty sure there’s a smile behind it. He pushes past Mox. “Hey, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“I was the baby of Bullet Club for years,” Hangman says, falling into a chair like he owns the room. “Now you get to suffer.”

“Isn’t it weird that I’m the oldest of all of us?”

They all look at Matt, who looks like he didn’t actually mean to say that out loud.

“I just mean – well, looking at us, Mox and Adam seem like they’d be older, right?”

Mox turns to Hangman. “Your boyfriend has the weirdest dirty talk.”

Hangman scoffs. “You haven’t see how he gets in a shoe store. Once we had sex in the bathrooms because he somehow got turned on by a pair of sneakers.”

“They had Swarovski Golden Goose Super-stars!” Matt yells. “Come on. How would I not pop a boner over that?”

“I would judge him, but I once got hard because a guy hit me in the back with a tennis racket.” Mox shrugs.

“You got a thing for tennis?” Hangman asks. He looks genuinely baffled, which is nice to see.

“No. I got a thing for being hit in the back.”

Hangman nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I see how that’s a thing.” His eyes narrow. “So, like. Did you get a boner when we had our Death Match?”

Mox tries to fight his reaction. “Maybe.”

“Oh, don’t lie, Mox, you had me rail you in the showers right after it was over,” Yuta says.

“Yeah, but he didn’t need to know,” Mox says. “Jesus, Yoots, let me seem more desperate, will you?”

“This does lead into something we should talk about,” Matt says. He’s swinging a leg, balanced on the other. Reminds Mox a bit of a bird, which is weird, because Nick is usually the bird. “Adam and I were talking and, uh. We were wondering…” He trails off and glances at Hangman.

“What my boyfriend is trying to ask is if you two would be cool if Yuta and Matt fucked and Mox, you and me fucked.”

The room is quiet for a minute.

“I mean. Yeah,” Yuta says, nodding from his seat on the bed. “Yeah, absolutely.”

Matt breaks into a sweet smile, something that almost makes Mox forget how fucking annoying he is. “Cool. I mean. No, I mean cool.” Matt almost skips over to Yuta and straddles him without another word.

“Slow down, Matty,” Hangman says, and Mox gets an idea of where this is going. “Wait just a second.”

~

Matt

“Why do I have to slow down?” Matt fights the urge to pout. Yuta’s hands are on his hips and he wants to stay there.

“Yuta, put the vest on again,” Adam says. Matt recognizes that tone. Matt loves that tone.

“Hmm?” Yuta looks confused for a second. Adam beckons to Matt, who walks over to him. Adam hauls Matt into his lap, straddling Adam’s thighs in the huge chair.

“The vest,” Adam repeats. “It looked good on you.”

Yuta turns a charming shade of pink. “Yeah?” He grabs it from his things and pulls it on.

“Yeah,” Adam says. He puts his hands on Matt’s thighs, but doesn’t even look at him. “You got those – what do they call ‘em?”

“Cum gutters,” Matt supplies.

“Cum gutters,” Adam repeats. “You looked incredible tonight.”

Matt watches as Adam talks Yuta into this beautiful blush, the man who was willing to kill hours ago looking sweet and cute, but also devastatingly hot.

“Adam,” Matt says, “I’m gonna go kiss him now.”

“Me?” Yuta asks.

“Duh, you, you’re hot.” Matt says. He stands off of Adam’s lap and walks up to Yuta. “Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yeah, of course.” Yuta looks like a kid with a credit card in a candy shop. “We, uh. Mox and I were talking about this before the two of you got here.” He pauses. Matt thinks he looks a little nervous. “Glad to see we’re on the same page somewhere, yeah?”

Matt leans down and kisses Yuta, trying to make it sweeter than he deserves after the torment Yuta put him through.

“So, Mox,” Adam says, almost too casually. “How was the match for you?”

“Fine,” Mox says. “Vibrator was new, though. Before I’d only used a butt plug during a match.”

“So you’ve done it before,” Adam says. Matt wants to fall entirely into the kiss, but he’s torn between Yuta’s tongue and Adam’s voice. “Interesting. Which setting did you like best?”

“There’s this weird pounding one,” Mox says. “Really intense, yeah? At one point you set it to maximum intensity on that setting and I came.” He laughs. Matt likes the sound of his laugh. “Dry, at least, but. Yeah. That was the best one.”

Matt can’t deal with that. “What?!”

“You disagree?” Adam asks. He looks so smug in the chair. He’s loving this, and Matt’s too horny and dumb to try and resist leaning into it.

“The wave thing – the one where it never really stopped but, like, kind of went in and out of intensity?” Matt makes a motion with his hand that he hopes conveys it. He’s losing sense – Yuta’s hands are on his ass and his lips are on Matt’s neck and there’s a lot going on. “That one’s the best.”

“That sounds about right,” Mox says. “Matty likes it gentle. I like it rough.”

“I do not like it gentle,” Matt huffs. His breath catches when Yuta bites at his neck, hips snapping forward before he can control them.

“Huh,” Yuta says, pulling away. He reaches up to brush Matt’s hair off of his shoulders. “I think he’s telling the truth, Mox. He’s already hard.”

Matt blushes. “I mean, so are you. You can’t say it all insulting like that when you’re hard, too.”

“I have a hot guy in my lap,” Yuta says, squeezing Matt’s ass again. “Of course I’m hard.”

Matt tries not to be too pleased at that.

Yuta stands all of a sudden, grip on Matt’s ass firm and insistent, and Matt’s head spins as Yuta throws him on the giant king bed.

“So,” Yuta says, “Hangman, anything your boy doesn’t like?”

“I am right here,” Matt says, bucking up against Yuta.

“Yeah, but you’re going to say yes to anything,” Yuta says. “You and your stupid exploding shoe.”

“I have a burn on my forehead from that,” Mox adds. He taps his forehead. “That’s the bandage.”

“Can we focus?” Matt almost whines. “I am still very clothed and I hate it.” The other three men laugh and Matt wants to throw a shoe at them. “Oh, shut up.”

Yuta undresses him slowly while Adam and Mox do something in the corner. Matt can’t make himself care – Yuta kisses with meticulous focus, like he’s trying to see if he can get Matt off with his kissing alone. He might.

“Oh,” Matt says, arching into the feeling as Yuta pulls his boxers off. “God, finally.”

“Did you come at all?”

Matt almost jumps by how close Adam’s voice is. He turns his head to see Adam on the bed next to him, Mox straddling his hips. They’re both shirtless. Matt wants to take a photo and keep it. “What?”

“During the match,” Adam says. His smile is soft, almost sweet. “Did you come?”

Matt nods, then shouts as Yuta’s mouth engulfs him. Adam’s making him perform. He already knows Matt’s come. Adam wants to make Matt say it. For Mox and Yuta. “God – yes, I – I had to roll under the ring, didn’t want anybody to see.”

Adam pulls him in to kiss him. It’s a little awkward, but Matt’s brain is melting as he falls into Adam’s kiss and gently twitches his hips in Yuta’s mouth.

“You can go harder,” Mox says to Matt.

Yuta pulls off. “Yeah. Go nuts.”

Matt rolls his hips slowly. Yuta takes him down his throat like it’s nothing, and Matt giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“I’m just thinking of that MMA fight club basement joke Adam made a few months back,” Matt mumbles. “You really do have sex with each other all the time, don’t you.”

“Mostly me and Yuta,” Mox says, and his eyes flutter shut as Adam goes for his belt and presses his palm against the bulge in the front of his jeans. “Fuck – yeah, sometimes Bryan and Claudio get involved, but Yuta gets jealous.”

“I do not!”

Matt whines a little. “Go back…”

“You better not get jealous tonight,” Adam says, a little stern. “Because if you get to fuck Matt then I get to fuck Mox.”

“I’m not – this is an agreement,” Yuta says. “Bryan forgot to ask me last time.”

Matt laughs out loud at that one. “He forgot to ask?!”

“It’s a long story,” Mox says.

Adam flips Mox and presses him to the bed as he pulls his pants all the way off. “Still prickly pear?”

Mox nods. “Yeah, fuck. You can’t leave me naked and just – fuck.”

Matt, next to Mox, recognizes the look on Adam’s face. He’s about to be infuriating and, for once, Matt’s not on the receiving end of it.

“Can I?” Yuta asks, lube in hand.

“Yeah,” Matt says, lifting his feet. He plans to plant them on the bed, but Yuta throws them over his shoulders. “Oh! Oh, okay.”

Yuta grins at him. “Yeah?”

Matt nods. He looks back over at Adam and Mox.

“What if I left?” Adam says. Matt knows this game. “I mean, maybe all I want is to see Matt get fucked. Maybe I’m not jealous.”

Mox frowns. “Wait, what?”

“Yeah,” Adam says, leaning back on his heels. “Yeah, this isn’t a great view of Matt. Maybe I just go back to the chair.”

“What the fuck?” Mox says. “No. Get back here.”

Adam gives up the game and spits in his hand to wrap it around Mox’s cock . “Okay.”

Mox lets out the weirdest sound Matt’s ever heard, but then Yuta’s got a finger dancing around the rim of his hole, and he’s making weird noises, too.

“They’re both loud,” Yuta mumbles.

“Right?!” Adam says. “Jesus.”

Matt opens his mouth to answer, but Yuta slides a finger in him and all he can do is let out an exhale so intense his entire body relaxes. “Oh, that’s better.”

“Missed this, didn’t you?” Yuta says, leaning in to kiss Matt. “Like it better when you’re full, huh?”

Matt’s eyes close as he rolls at Yuta’s finger and catches him in a kiss. When Yuta pulls away, he smiles. “Adam, I like him,” Matt mumbles. “He’s nicer than you.”

“I’m only mean because you like me mean,” Adam says.

“And I could get meaner if you want me to,” Yuta says. To prove it, he slides another finger in, a little less carefully. Matt gasps at it and writhes. “He likes it rough, yeah?”

“Oh, yeah,” Adam says. “Mox, I’m guessing you do too?”

“Get your fuckin’ fingers in me, you piece of shit.”

Adam pauses. “Jesus, fine. God.” Yuta hands Adam the lube. “Rough?”

“Yes, fuck, I’m still kinda open from the vibrator,” Mox says. “It’ll – Christ.”

Matt watches Adam’s face as he sinks his finger (fingers?) into Mox, while he pushes down on Yuta’s. “Rough enough for you, Mox?”

“Jesus, yes.” Mox pushes against it. “More.”

There’s moments where Matt’s just staring at the concentration on Adam’s face as he opens up Mox, where Matt is being somehow tenderly opened up by Yuta. He knows Yuta’s saying something to him, something fascinating, probably, but there’s so much going on he can barely hear it.

“Matt, hello,” Yuta says, and Matt snaps back into it. “Are you ready?”

Matt nods. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

“Cool. I thought the dirty talk was too much.” He pulls his fingers up, then slides a condom on and slicks it up with lube.

Matt’s mouth waters. “I wasn’t paying attention,” he says, half pouting. “There was dirty talk?”

“Just told you how glad I am that I’m about to fuck you so you shut up,” Yuta says, still with that smile on his face. “You know.” He glances over at Adam, then back at Matt. “Use Adam’s boytoy.”

Matt makes a weird noise in his chest.

“Too much?” Yuta asks, freezing.

“No,” Adam says, sounding almost bored. “You just hit his degradation kink. Fuckin’ dork loves to be referred to as a toy.”

Yuta laughs. “Alright. Adam, I’m gonna fuck your boyfriend.”

“Yes, please.” Matt’s voice is small, the anticipation stealing all the air from him.

“And I’m gonna fuck yours,” Adam says.

“Jesus, are you two trying to choreograph this?” Mox says. “You two are so fucking irritating. No, all three of you are the – fuck.”

Adam grins down at Matt as he pushes into Mox.

“Oh, he’s like me,” Matt says as Yuta arranges his legs the way Yuta wants them, “you have to fuck him to shut him – oh, god.”

“God, that vibrator got you ready for me, didn’t it?” Adam says, testing some pushes into Mox. Matt feels a little jealous of Mox, but then Yuta moves his hips and Matt is anything but. “God, you feel good.”

Yuta’s not as much of a talker as Adam, which is different, but he’s just as dedicated. He folds Matt almost in half as he fucks him, little grunts falling from his lips as he turns his head to press kisses to Matt’s forehead, shoulder, neck, cheek.

“God, you look pretty bent like that,” Adam says, brow furrowed in concentration. “Matty, you look so good taking Yuta’s cock. Almost as good as with me.”

“Thanks,” Matt gasps. He reaches up to grip at Yuta’s biceps, pressing at a bruise. Yuta hisses.

“Careful with him,” Mox says. His hands are up by the headboard, bracing himself against Adam’s thrusts.

“It’s a – a bruise,” Matt says. He reaches up to grab at the headboard, as it looks like a good idea, and bumps Mox’s hand. Neither of them adjust, just have their pinkies touching. “He’ll – god, oh my god – he’ll be fine.”

“Shut up,” Yuta laughs, a little out of breath. “Jesus, we must be doing something wrong if the two of them can talk.”

Adam grins at him, then down at Mox and Matt. “Alright then.”

Matt’s eyes roll back in his head, which is a shame because he loves seeing Adam get rough like this, hard thrusts sending Matt into oblivion. Except this time it’s not Adam, it’s Yuta, and his cock is different but good, a change but the unrelenting pounding still the same.

He’s still a little sensitive from the vibrator, but it’s good, it’s so good.

“Yuta,” he manages to gasp out, “tou-touch me? Please?”

“Yeah,” Yuta says. He slides a hand between the two of them, and Matt has a second to be impressed he can balance so well on his knees and one hand before Yuta’s hand curls around him. “Yeah, come for me, baby, take it.”

Matt whimpers and then it’s over for him, Adam’s name falling from his lips as he shoots up his chest and rides out the sensation.

“You even say my name when taking another guy’s cock,” Adam says, his voice too sweet for the wet, slapping noises of their bodies in the bed, “so fucking sweet.” He reaches between himself and Mox. “You wanna come, Mox? You gonna come for me, Jon?”

“For Yuta,” Mox says with a shit eating grin, then throws his head back and comes hard.

“Race ya,” Yuta says to Adam. Matt has no idea which of them wins. He’s too tired.

He feels the devastating emptiness again as Yuta pulls out, but there’s satisfaction behind it this time. There was no tease, just a very satisfying conclusion.

He blinks his eyes open to see Adam, head slumped, braced on his hands. He reaches out and rests his fingertips on the top of his hand. “You okay?” Matt asks.

Adam lifts his head. His face is bright red and sweaty, but his eyes gleam and he smiles. “That was a great idea.”

“Yeah?” Yuta says. “I think your boy’s nails fucked me up now worse than anything in the match.”

Matt winces. “Oh. Sorry. I should have asked.”

“No, I loved it!” Yuta says. “Just.” He smiles a little. “It’s noteworthy, is all.”

“Don’t go falling in love with him,” Mox says, arms folded behind his head. “You’re stuck with me.”

Adam and Yuta clumsily change places to lean down and kiss their respective boyfriends, then get up.

“Getting a towel,” they say at the same time. They pause, staring at each other.

“That was weird,” Yuta says. “I don’t want to do that ever again.”

“Noted,” Adam says.

As they get the towels, Matt turns over on his side to look at Mox. “How ya feeling?”

“Match wise, vibrator wise, or sex wise?”

“Either or or.”

Mox sighs. “Good. I won, so that’s better.”

Matt pokes his arm. “You’re lucky I don’t slap that burn I gave you.”

“I’d pay to see you try.”

 Matt is pretty sure he’s about to get into a come-covered slap fight with none other than Jon Moxley, but then Yuta and Hangman come back with damp towels and he’s too focused on Adam’s smile to do anything else.

“So,” Adam says, finishing up and tossing the towel back into the bathroom. “We should do that again sometime.”

Yuta nods. “Maybe after we destroy you guys at Blood and Guts.”

Matt freezes. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You know that’s coming,” Mox says. He’s shuffled so he’s leaning against the headboard, legs splayed. Yuta’s sitting by his feet, messing with his phone. “Right? Like, you four are absolutely going to get so pissed about losing you’ll challenge us again.”

“That’s not what I’m surprised about,” Matt says. “If you think we’ll lose after we already know you can’t play fair, you’re stupid. Kenny’s already in the works of getting our secret weapon.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re looking at Kota, big fuckin’ whoop,” Yuta says.

Matt pulls up a video. “You see that? That’s Kenny’s boyfriend shooting a firework into himself. If he’s that crazy on a good day, how do you think he’s going to treat you after all that’s gone done with Don and Takeshita?”

Yuta, briefly, looks concerned. “Oh.”

Adam laughs. “Yeah, okay, we’ll kill each other later. Can’t we all just bathe in the afterglow without talking work?”

“No!” Mox, Yuta, and Matt say.

Adam groans and rolls off the bed onto the floor. “I’m fucking three of the same person,” he groans.

“Are not!” Matt yells back. “I’m prettier.”

~

Mini Playlist: Moon - The Cab Inside of You - Hoobastank Desire - Meg Myers Like an Animal - The Donnas

#HangMox #HangMatt #MattYuta #MoxYuta #HERE I WROTE THIS I'M SORRY #in which Sara writes #wtf I like wrestling now??? #anxious millennial dreamboat #Matt Attrackson #madly in love with leather daddy jon moxley #So many blorbos in one fic so many blorbos on each others' dicks #Anyway #I need to go to bed I am out of control

[taleofdaringdo]

On analysis of Aziraphale and the hatred he gets from fans

Since S2 aired in July the fandom have been divided in three sections, Neutrals, Aziraphale fans and Aziraphale haters. And recently I have come across the weirdest take of some Aziraphale fans.

Apparently people seem to think that Aziraphale gets the hatred he does not for his actions, but for being feminine. And that hating Aziraphale is a form of misogyny.

These people seem to think that the the two characters are coded and Aziraphale is the one who is female coded which is why he gets more hate than Crowley. Because apparently fans don't forgive feminine coded characters easily.

I can not begin to express in words how hilarious and infuriating both at once this stance is.

On one hand we have a character who likes to keep their appearance neutral, always prefer to wear shades of beige, always appear canonically as male presenting.

And on other hand we have another character who canonically keeps long hair, braids their own hair, wears feminine clothes, sways when they walk, and is LITERALLY CANONICALLY FEMALE... TWICE.

Only one of these two are feminine coded and it is NOT Aziraphale.

So then the question comes where is this "Aziraphale is feminine coded" argument coming from?

Only argument I see is he gets hatred and he is gay. Canonically he is one character that gets harassed by homophobic humans. But canonically not a single human calls him woman, neither does he appears feminine in either book or in tv show (if we put aside Neil's wish to make them female in the show).

So the only conclusion is these fans are seeing is being gay is inherently feminine.

Historically and in current society LGBTQ people are perceived as feminine in a way for them to be tagged as "lesser being" which in itself is stemmed from misogyny.

The social argument being they are not "man enough" so the people who are "properly" masculine get to harass them.

Which is why even today it is frowned upon if a man knits, or cooks, or cleans, or cares for their own damn skin, or puts make up, or if he even cries. Because these are weakness and weakness is feminine, so these traits make them "gay".

Which is how being gay and being feminine became synonymous even though femininity masculinity can very well be present in one person together and neither is weakness. Being feminine doesn't make one gay, being gay doesn't make one feminine.

And I can't believe that there are fans who would literally get to this conclusion just because Aziraphale is sometimes fussy and is perceived as gay or is sometimes unsure of things. I'd really like to ask these people what exactly of these are you thinking of as "feminine"? This is a whole other level of misogyny and homophobia I cannot even start to get my head around.

Yes the characters are coded, but you're missing to place the coding completely to even start to decode it.

#hating Aziraphale is not misogyny #i cannot believe i have to say this #whether Aziraphale deserves hatred or not is a completely different discussion #this argument is completely bonkers #good omens meta #good omens

[jenniferdiazisatransgirl]

I tend to try and not make a habit of calling people out. I find it frankly a waste of time and I want to be clear here, I do not encourage piling on other people.

However, 2 days ago I blocked @marcodiazappreciation due to their repeated harassment of both my blog and the trans Marco tag. I have been polite and patient with this individual, explaining the theory and the reasoning behind it, etc. And they repeatedly come at me and other blog still, telling us the theory is harmful.

Me blocking @marcodiazappreciation though, didn’t lead to them leaving me alone. Last night they find one of my side blogs and started messaging me on there which I find completely unacceptable. I blocked you. That isn’t an invitation to start talking to me elsewhere.

I did also say the lines of communication are open, yes. However, that was kinda contingent on you changing your behaviour and not coming at myself and the other blogs in the trans Marco section of the fandom every 6 months or so.

Also “a lie, much like this theory”. A theory is literally something not proven. That is all that trans Marco ever was, a theory. I have repeatedly said and acknowledged the canon of the show is that Marco is a cis het male with feminine interests.

I know that is the canon of the show and I have not tried to insinuate otherwise since it finished airing in 2019. Yes, me and other blogs in the tag fucking screw about but we are literally having fun enjoying a character who we all can see ourselves in.

And I am sincerely sorry that your friend was assaulted back in school for being a feminine cis man but do NOT fucking put that on me and a theory in a fucking cartoon. You think I wasn’t bullied and assaulted for being trans as a kid in school? I fucking was mercilessly right from primary (elementary) to high school. I was treated like shit because I did not conform to the ideals society has for a straight cis man.

But here is the thing, unlike straight cis men who have some representation if they are feminine. I’m thinking Ron Stoppable in Kim Possible in this instance, cos that was on TV when I was in school. I as a trans kid had NO fucking representation. I had NOTHING to tell me I was normal. NOTHING that showed my classmates there were people like me and to normalise that idea. Not in age appropriate media anyway.

Trans representation was largely in media targeted at older audiences and it almost always painted us as the the butt of the joke. I’m thinking Chandler’s Dad in Friends for example.

And fast forward to 2023, and that lack of representation of trans people in age appropriate media for kids remains very much true. Meanwhile straight cis male kids have their fucking pick when it comes to characters who represent them. Whether it is a male with feminine interests to your stereotypical cis het male.

Also maybe if you really were interested in the fucking harm being caused right now to straight cis males who present feminine, maybe your focus should be on bills in states like Tennessee and Texas and other states right now targeting drag but are very vague in their terminology that they could target almost anyone who presents in a gender non-conforming fashion in public.

That is the shit that fucking causes harm. Not trans people desperately trying to find any representation in media that consistently fails to fucking represent them.

And while I am now an adult and for media targeted at people my age there is a fair bit more positive trans rep. That still remains untrue for trans kids growing up right now, who are growing up in a world presently that is increasingly fucking hostile to their existence.

You want to play the fucking oppression contest, then lets fucking play. Straight cis men, regardless of walk of life are represented in every bit of media at this point from children’s media to adult media. Meanwhile the same for trans people cannot be said.

NO ONE is trying the erode the rights of straight cis men. Those trying to ban things like drag right now are doing so because they have inexplicably linked drag and crossdressing with trans people, maybe cos some trans people have used this as a means to express themselves before figuring themselves out. But the target of these bills is “protecting kids from the gay and trans agenda”. And yes, feminine straight cis men do evidently get caught in that fucking crossfire.

But right now, in that crossfire you have now decided to pick up a gun and you are firing at trans people.

The majority of trans people support gender non-conformity, the majority of trans people will see a real life person acting in a gender non-conforming fashion and not bat an eyelid. The majority of trans people, support people expressing their gender however they wish.

The side you are presently holding a gun for doesn’t. And that is not me saying you support Republican ideologies or those pushing similar ideals. This is me saying, turn around because the real fucking enemy is behind you.

You cannot blame the hatred and bigotry of others though on trans people having a theory related to a cartoon and desperately trying to seek representation in a place there is yet to be any. Generally, all the hate and discrimination targeted at cis het males who happen to be feminine is rooted in misogyny, homophobia and transphobia. So rather than attacking other groups who are likewise victims and not only victims but the intended targets of that same systemic oppression, maybe fight that systemic oppression.

NOTE: Some people may highlight The Owl House as now providing trans representation given the non-binary characters in the show. And as amazing as the show is, it is done in such a way that for younger audiences the fact Raine is non-binary could go over the heads of young viewers. Once again, the other non-binary character in the show is only noticeable cos of their nails being painted like a pride flag for their particular gender identity. Younger viewers might not have that knowledge of pride flags yet and it will likely once again go over their heads.

The Owl House is an AMAZING show and Dana Terrace has done an amazing job at progressing LGBT+ rep with her show. But through no fault of her own it is still sadly lacking in places, particularly on the trans front I’d argue.

#Marco diaz #raine whispers #trans marco #trans rights #lgbt+ rights #LGBT+ representation #lgbt+ #discourse #Dana terrace #people #the owl house #svtfoe

[teasandcardigans]

the fail of imperium sweetheart

you asked for it, and its here! i got a little carried away with this, but i hope you all enjoy! a full analysis on the imperium’s most dismissed character, sweetheart

please keep in mind this is my own opinion, and i am not expressing hate towards erik. i think the amount of work he does to produce quality content is something that deserves respect and acknowledgement. with that said, i do also feel like i can share my own thoughts on the subject:

edit: tumblr formatted this poorly so if you would like to read it via notion, click here.

Imperium 2021 Runtime (Not including: Welcome to the Imperium, Your Place Among Magic, Welcome Back): 2 hours, 57 minutes, 48 seconds

Cataclysm 2022 Runtime: 5 hours, 21 minutes, 45 seconds

Combined Working Runtime: 8 hours 19 minutes, 33 seconds

(This is the amount of content I scanned to compile my list of quotes and opinions on this piece. I chose these videos specifically because they are the videos that realistically could have featured Sweetheart at any time.)

first mention: Audio RP | Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

[01:14] “You really think that there wasn’t any kind of security at an academy office? Those enforcer goons aren't the only ones keeping shit in line around here. You weren't the only one in that room, you know. My mate’s a stealth. They watched you every step of the way, trailed you, and once you actually pulled those files, they sounded the alarm for all the rest of us. They hung back to see if you were just some kind of distraction for somebody else to do the real dirty work, but apparently, it really was just you.” 

some things to unpack here:

milo’s line implies the level of trust the pack has with sweetheart— they have been with the pack long enough to be trusted to run security in an academy office all alone and be the alarm for the rest of the pack. i think their character speaks for themselves when milo reveals that they hung back to see if there was more than what met the eye- showing that they care about the work they are doing with the pack, too.

another takeaway i have from this is that sweetheart doesn’t work for the department in the imperium. the “why” for that is not really given, but if imperium sweetheart is enough like the redactedverse’s canon version of them, then i think that could easily be implied that sweetheart would be too much of a workaholic to be able to balance working with the pack and the department. i wish that we could know more about sweetheart’s backstory in the imperium. this cannot even fall under the argument of trying to allow for a neutral listener with an open backstory for audiences to collectively connect to, as backstories are given to listener characters such as freelancer, angel, and baby.

[03:50] “That is not how that fucking went down, you clout-chasing peon. My mate was cloaked, guarding the building, and saw this human trying to steal some records and shit and tagged them.”

my takeaway from this quote is that it again illustrates the level of trust the pack has in sweetheart. they are- at least i inferred this- alone, guarding an important building with classified academy documents. asher, with his present no- nonsense attitude, would not put something like that up to chance. to appoint sweetheart to guard that building is a demonstration of wholehearted trust.

note: i’d like to take a moment to draw attention to the fact that the first actual appearance of sweetheart we get is literally the third to last video before the cataclysm finale, despite the fact they played a key role in the original imperium series- that role being sounding the alarm on imperium-babe and connecting them to asher, which inadvertently ties the shaw pack to avior and the haven’s plans to overpower the department. let’s just appreciate that for a second. erik- whether he meant to or not- made sweetheart a key player in this series, and yet, we don’t actually get to see them interacting with anyone until the very, very end. this section is analyzed a bit out of order so that i can avoid redundancy in expressing my opinions. please refer to time stamps!

first interaction: Cataclysm | Tantum Tyrannus [Audio RP]

[00:00 to 06:14] Sweetheart finds Asher unconscious, and Milo gone. Together, they figure out what Milo’s plan is and derive one of their own to save him. 6 minutes, 14 seconds.

all of these together exemplify the level of protectiveness and love that milo and sweetheart have for each other. it’s no secret that the two care very deeply for one another, canon timeline or not, but i think these quotes all show how sweetheart and milo will do anything to keep the other safe. the first quote at 01:15, to me, feels like a defensive retort after sweetheart possibly accuses asher of sending milo to face alexis alone- their protective instincts raise up in an effort to defend milo against anyone who tries to put him in harm’s way. it’s dismissed by asher of course, who explains that he was planning to go, but overall, each of these quotes make me crave a better insight into their relationship.

[01:15] “I wouldn’t let him do that.”

[01:38] “No, you are not coming.”

[04:12] “He wouldn’t want you to be in harm’s way. You know that.”

[02:52] “You know him. Better than any of us.”

this to me speaks to how deeply sweetheart and milo are involved. canon timeline or imperium, i think it’s safe to say that a mate’s bond is the deepest connection one can have with another person (maybe rivaled by a progeny-maker bond), so it’s so strange to me that couples such as vega and pet, vindemiator and freelancer, and avior and starlight get more “screentime” than sweetheart and milo. i know some of those pairs mentioned above are fan favorites, and erik was likely trying to give content that fans would enjoy, but i feel that his oversight on milo and sweetheart’s relationship- one that has existed longer than any other imperium relationship, mind you*- left a lot of blank spots into the true nature of their friendship and relationship that i would have love to have seen. in fact, i believe we know how every imperium relationship came to be except for milo and sweetheart.**

*milo and sweetheart were mates before Audio RP | Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack, as seen in milo’s comment about them stalking babe in the office. the aforementioned couples all supposedly got together in the months spanning between october 2021 and october 2022.

[04:46] “I would have given anything to have been at David’s side during that fight. All right. Come on.”

**vindemiator and freelancer: escaping the slicers and arriving at the academy together

vega and pet: pet is a feeding volunteer at the haven

starlight and avior: work companions growing into more

damien and angel: childhood friends turned lovers

asher and david: packmates turned lovers

you will see soon, i have a lot to say about david and asher. but i think that since their relationship is in the spotlight of cataclysm so much, this comment stands out to me. it gives sweetheart and milo’s relationship the same weight as david and asher’s- a weight that erik has been trying to demonstrate throughout this entire second trip to the imperium. it’s implied to me with this line that sweetheart draws a direct comparison from david to milo and asher acknowledges it, which begs the question: why is a non- existent relationship (rip david we love you) receiving more attention and screen time than one that exists and appears to have equal value?

[06:04] “We have to make the first hit count. Or we won’t get a second one.” 

i have to laugh at this one. it’s somewhat silly to me considering the fact that this line makes the fight scene feels so much bigger than what it actually turns out to be. that’s all.

second appearance: Cataclysm | Tantum Tyrannus [Audio RP]

[10:02 - 15:37] Asher and Sweetheart arrive at Alexis’s estate to save Milo. 5 minutes, 39 seconds.

i elected not to pull any quotes from this section purely for the fact that sweetheart’s interactions are truly limited. this scene mostly focuses on a facedown between asher and alexis, where sweetheart- and even milo, really (despite him being the reason they are there)- feel very much like background characters. this is about asher, getting revenge, for david. and yes, maybe a little bit to help save the world, but mostly, cataclysm is an asher-focused storyline. the most we get from sweetheart in this scene is asher talking to them in the beginning, and at the end. oh, yeah, they also helped stun and debilitate alexis so that asher could take her down. no biggie, right?

another spot for consideration: Cataclysm | Last Wish [Audio RP] 

Asher and Milo discuss the confrontation with Alexis as Milo heals.

personally, i find this choice to make sweetheart conveniently in another room making food as another way to eventually lead the conversation back to david and asher’s guilt. it is obvious that asher is trying to be the cold, hard, gruff alpha that he thinks he needs to be in order to prove his worth to the shaw pack as their leader. i don’t think in this side of the mirror asher would be too keen on being vulnerable and emotional around sweetheart about david, so erik removed sweetheart from the scene so we can, once again, focus on asher and david. (insert dramatic sigh here).

[01:48] “I figured your mate would be here.”

“They’re making some food, they should be back soon. I had to kick them out to keep them from fussing off of me and from reading me the absolute riot act doing this without telling them.”

[02:39] “They did good. I don't think I could have done that without them.”

i find this comment to be extremely ironic, as seen with my thoughts on the fight scene itself. asher commends sweetheart here and says how vital they were to the plan, but in reality, they felt like a minor character. they had one scene where they could have shown their strength and flex their skills- as we know they can (i.e. canon-timeline shade fight, canon-timeline apartment “break-ins,” and imperium-verse security detail in their first mention) and yet, their involvement in that scene feels small and overlooked.

third appearance: Cataclysm | Last Wish [Audio RP]

[15:41 - 16:14] Literally, Sweetheart comes, Asher goes. 33 seconds.

there’s not even anything to really analyze here. as soon as the focus pulls away from asher talking about himself and/or david, the scene ends. this is sweetheart and milo’s last appearance.

my overall thoughts:

of the 8 hours, 19 minutes, and 33 seconds that the imperium and cataclysm stories ran, sweetheart appeared in 12 minutes and 26 seconds of them (for those of you who like math, it’s 2.5% out of the full running time). for the importance of sweetheart’s role, that being the whistleblower on babe (and the ripple effect it had) and one of the key players in taking down alexis, i find their lack of appearance and mention disappointing. we all know how strong sweetheart is in both sides of the mirror, and i feel that they had much more potential as a character. from their relationship with milo, to their unexplained involvement with the Shaw Pack, there are a lot of gaps within their story that deserve recognition. even minor characters, such a baby and alexis, have more backstory and character development than sweetheart. i could go down a rabbit trail of how this could also be seen in inversion, but that is for a later date. in this analysis, i want to draw attention to the fact that so much time was dedicated to a relationship that we never even see, and another that sprung up over the break between “seasons.” asher and vega’s storylines are interesting and a far cry from their canon versions, but their importance feels dominating, and in the case of asher and david’s, exhausting. i’m not saying that even sweetheart and milo’s relationship deserved the spotlight, but i believe it would have been a more fulfilling, complex story if we had been able to see the moments with the two of them the way we get to see vega’s and vindemiator’s (the same goes for giving more explanation and attention to damien and angel’s, too). i’ll cut the novel short and end things with the hope that you, my lovely reader, can see how sweetheart’s potential as a character was diminished and pushed to the background when it could have been a unique and interesting piece to the imperium’s overall story.

#redacted asmr #redacted sweetheart #redacted milo #imperium sweetheart #imperium #redacted echotober #teasandwrites

[ralexsol]

I have decided to keep Tumblr updated as I re-watch... The Adventures of Puss in Boots! A glorious return to a show that cemented itself as the most controversial love in my history of loved media. Do I even love it? I'm pretty sure I skipped an entire season and a half in the middle because none of the episodes looked interesting! The show's last-second ending is permanently marked in my mind as the worst ending ever written! So we shall see. I'll be tagging these posts with "#rrays taopib thoughts" from here on out, so my followers can block it in advance lol.

As of right now, I've gotten through the first 3 episodes. I'll go over them:

S1E1 - Great start, I think one of the most memorable running gags of the whole show for me was always Raúl from the Thieves Market. There have got to be countless fics I've written that have a Raúl in it SPECIFICALLY reffing him.

Also, nobody recognizing the name Puss in Boots really cements this happening in his 1st/early 2nd life. He's not yet the legend, but he's getting there.

After the Thieves Market, the rest of this episode is why every time I've tried rewatching it in the past, I never made it last episode 1. It's just... not very good. Toby is THE most annoying character ever created. The animation really, really takes some time adjusting (it is. Bad.). The jokes aren't really funny.

There were a few good things, though. Dulcinea roasting Puss to kingdom come, Puss realizing he just fucking Doomed The Town ("...souvenir?"), and the fight scene is okay.

S1E2 - Dude the Sphinx is awesome, I LOVE her. An absolute queen. Also, it made me soft when Puss told Dulcinea about how his mama used to make those crunchy almond candies for him and the other orphans, how he now wants to make them for the kids here. And Dulcinea is like "bro you SUCK at baking wtf are you talkin bout" and yet he literally makes them and they're AMAZING?? I'm emotional everyone.

I also forgot that the fucking jail is in the bar... Another incredible running bit of the show.

The quality of humor also immediately rose in this episode from the first one. Good to see! Puss sucks at riddles and also cannot catch a fucking break <3

S1E3 - This episode would've been a lot better if Toby wasn't the main focus, but if it weren't for that, it'd be the best one so far! Puss is acting his usual, arrogant, "I work alone" self. He also gets Fucking Drunk at one point, so it's great.

"She has lots of rules, like we're not allowed to ask why she's crying!" paraphrasing but HOLY FUCK that made me doubletake. Humor is on the next level, let's hope it stays that way. Same point, Puss putting up missing posters in the same spot and me thinking, "man do the animators just not want to do a wide shot or smth?" but no, wide shot shows that he has to put them in the same section of wall now because Every Other Surface is Covered With Them.

Anyways, that's it for now! Might watch some more tomorrow while I finish my pib:tlw traditional piece :)

#the adventures of puss in boots #rrays taopib thoughts

[daily-french-words]

Daily French words!

Intro:

Hi! I'm a French college student, and I study English literature and civilisation. I'm starting this page because I have a shit ton of extra French vocabulary to learn for exams, and it's a lot more fun to learn them through a tumblr page rather than just reading a piece of paper for hours!!!! All credits for the ideas for the first 160 main posts of this page goes to both of my French teachers this year, they're the ones who gathered up the lists- I obviously can't name them because I'd rather not dox myself (or them), but thanks!

Form :

(French word) : (French definition)

(example of the word's use in a French sentence)

(how common the word is out of ten, 1 being so uncommon people will look at you weird if you use it and 10 being common knowledge people will go "duh" at. please note this section will be the most subjective of the bunch and is purely based off my impression- the factors, such as social circle, time and place make it too difficult to have a more objective knowledge of how common said word is.)

(a possible translation in English) : (a definition in English because I like definitions)

(extra notes and precisions for context use, potential irregularities if it's a verb, other possible definitions, similarities, faux amis (see frequently used terms lower) or etymology because I'm a nerd)

Schedule :

Each week, ten words will come out : one each Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday, and two each Wednesday, Saturday, and Sunday!

Posts will be uploaded around midday CEST, so between 11am and 2pm, depending how I schedule them/at what time I eat.

Extra requested words can be uploaded anytime from 6am CEST to 2am CEST (the next day).

Every main daily post will be gathered under the "main" tag, extras will be gathered under the "extras" tag, and other random posts I may feel free to upload about the most random college life shit ever (even if probably really rare) will be gathered under the "baguette" tag.

Things to note :

These words are not common! This is vocab improvement. If you're looking for basic knowledge of French vocab or common phrases, you may have to look elsewhere.

I sadly only speak two languages, English and French, so this blog is only accessible to people speaking one or both of these. If you'd like to translate it to other languages (especially since the additional notes are all in English, and a lot of notes and translations vary), feel free to do so but please DM me about it before starting the blog, and of course credit me!

If you'd like to request a word, do so through the page's asks! That's mostly useful if you'd like extra context on the word, its etymology or its history, or if you feel like it could be a cool word to be featured on this page. Of course, these extra words may take time to appear and will be scattered quite a lot through time since they require extra time and research, and I may refuse some of them if I don't think they'd be a good fit on here. Requests made through DMs will not be taken into account. Please only make requests through the ask feature, and wait until the asks open again if they're closed while I sort through them.

At the moment, I have 160 words, so enough content for four months (see schedule above to see how I count them). I cannot guarantee this page will update with the same schedule or update at all once I run out, depending on whether I still like doing it by then or prefer to stop. If it does stop updating though, I will leave all the posts up because knowledge is knowledge, and I may pick it up once in a while if I ever get bored and want to have fun with it again or if the asks supply me enough to sustain the page.

Frequently used terms (that you probably know already but I want to make sure everything is clear):

n. : nom/noun

nf. : nom féminin/feminine noun

nm. : nom masculin/masculine noun

nn. : nom neutre/neutral noun (we probably won't encounter any, but just in case, I'm putting this here!)

v. : verbe/verb

adj. : adjectif/adjective

sy. : synonyme/synonym

ant. : antonyme/antonym

litt./lit. : littéralement/literally

faux ami : expression that refers to a word that resembles another one in the same or a different language but that differs largely in sense.

About sources:

For most definitions and translations, I use the online Larousse dictionary (https://www.larousse.fr/dictionnaires/francais/), the Wikitionnaire (https://fr.wiktionary.org/wiki/) and WordReference (https://www.wordreference.com/).

For etymology and word history, I use a mix between the Wikitionnaire and the Centre National de Ressources Textuelles et Lexicale (CNRTL)'s website (https://www.cnrtl.fr), along with paper versions of etymology dictionaries.

#how do you tag #uh #intro post #french #words #i guess #french words #vocabulary #french vocabulary #college things #educational purposes #kinda #serious stuff #that is probably gonna be littered with dumb shit #wish me luck #exams #kind of i guess idk #i've been on this site for months and still cant tag #help #does this fall under the #main #tag or the #baguette #tag? #who knows #not me #okay i think that's enough tags #can't wait to do this!!! it's gonna be so much fun!!!!!! #i love languages #languages

[cutestkilla]

Fanfic writer challenge!

instructions:

list & explain the three lines/moments from canon that are most fundamental to how you write your fave character

challenge 3 more fic writers to do the same!

@mostlymaudlin came up with this and tagged me in it more than two weeks ago (thank you!) and then @chenchenchen tagged me again today and reminded me that I really wanted to do it (and also to try out DALL-E 2 to make some art, which I did for the image above).

I shall tag @creepyspice @artsyunderstudy and @bookish-bogwitch!

So, this is a bit of a cheat, because I genuinely cannot choose a favourite between Simon and Baz. The other thing is that I think my favourite person to write so far in the fandom, and who I have probably written the most of, is the Humdrum. Or my version of him, aka Sid (short for Insidious). You might know that I wrote a story called What’s Left that features the Humdrum as he navigates becoming normal in an AU where Simon is actually murdered by the Mage in the White Chapel. Half, if not more, of the POV of the fic is the Humdrum (so... 70K+ words), and it follows him and Baz as they team up to locate and take revenge on the Mage and… do lots of other stuff together, including living as roommates and growing as people.

So, anyway, here goes with the canon moments that really informed the way I wrote Sid, under the cut.

1 ) “You can talk,” I say.

“I can now. I can do all sorts of things now.” He looks up into the tree and reaches for one of the slimmest branches; his hand passes through it. He grimaces and tries again. This time his hand closes around the twig, and he snaps it off. Then he looks back up at me and grins, like I should be proud of him.

“Why do you look like me?” I ask. This still feels like the most important question.

“This is just what I look like.” He laughs. “Why wouldn’t I look like you?”

“But you’re not me.”

“No.” The Humdrum frowns. “Look at you. You’re different every time I see you. But I always look just like this.”

-Carry On, pg. 413

So, there is A LOT here that informed the way I wrote the Humdrum! First off, the way this interaction starts with “You can talk”, to me, is a callback to earlier in CO when Simon is telling us about the speech therapy he had to have when he was a kid back in care. This is also where the Humdrum tells us that not only does he just naturally look the same as Simon, and always has, the main reason he considers himself not to be him is that Simon is changing and he has stayed exactly the same the whole time.

Except, one other important thing later in this scene is where Simon describes the Humdrum looking like the cat who got the canary, and it being an expression he’s never seen on his own face.

I don’t think it’s a controversial theory to then assume that the Humdrum could have started off as an entity with the identical experiences and personality traits of Simon, age 11, based on this. And that Simon seeing a totally different expression on his face supports the idea that the Humdrum has actually been changing mentally, if not in his physical expression, the whole time based on whatever his experiences have been relative to Simon’s.

So, that was how I thought about him as I wrote: What if you took Simon age 11 and put him through whatever things we’re going to say the Humdrum went through? How would he react? What would he be like?

There's also that moment where he looks for validation at his new skills from Simon. That shows he’s still retained that childlike 11-year-old quality in some ways. He still wants some of the same things Simon wanted back then, and he isn’t just an evil monster. He goes on in this section to explain that the reason for giving the creatures his nothing so they come after Simon is just “a great game.” He’s just a bored kid who’s been all alone and unable to communicate for years, with his Humdrum attacks as literally his only means of personal expression.

2) I squeeze one hand and give him a bit of magic. A fistful.

The Mage clenches my fingers, and his body seizes, but he doesn’t let go. “Simon!” His eyes light up. Literally. “I think this will work!”

“It will work,” my voice says. But I’m not the one speaking – the Humdrum is standing beside us. Over Ebb’s body.

-Carry On, pg. 477

The key piece of this for me is the way the Humdrum comes in so certain that it will work. How would he know that and be so certain? He acted surprised a few chapters ago when he learned that Simon could magic share with Baz, and nothing new has happened on that front in the narrative since then, so how would the Humdrum know that?

To me, this indicated some degree of limited omniscience in him (he can find out about things if he wants to), as well as his natural curiosity. There are other indicators of his curiosity in this scene, especially about the nature of his own existence, particularly the “I’ve had loads of time to think about it” line that comes on the next page. He was bored, and he sat around thinking. This is also really interesting for being completely oppositional to Simon’s trying never to think about anything, another sign of them being two halves of the same whole.

Based on this, Sid was very analytical, knowledgeable about things like math and physics and computer science and magic of course, and I made it a bit of a running gag for him to be constantly schooling Baz on his ignorance.

I also flow this back through my prevailing theory about who Simon and the Humdrum are to each other. I think it tells us something about how Simon could have turned out if he had more time and inclination to think, and more access to information. (Smart!Simon FOREVER.)

3) “No,” I say. “I’m going to end this. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“I’m sorry that all the good stuff happened after I left you.”

The Humdrum looks confused. I close my eyes, and then I imagine myself unlocking every door - opening every window, turning every tap – and pouring it all into him.

He doesn’t flinch or pull away. And when I open my eyes again, he’s still looking up at me, less confused now.

The Humdrum puts his hands over mine and gives me a small nod. His jaw is set, and his eyes are flinty. He looks like a little thug, even now.

-Carry On, pg. 479

Ok, so this is just more from the same scene above, but there isn’t THAT MUCH Humdrum in canon, and I also wanted to call this part out for the way he reacts to what’s happening.

First of all, the way he’s surprised that Simon is sorry… He genuinely doesn’t understand why Simon would be sorry, but then when Simon explains he almost immediately gets it (coupled with understanding that Simon is giving him the magic). The way he immediately acquiesces I think shows that he also has not been happy with the way his existence has been going, that he himself is not at peace, and that this coming back to together is bringing that peace to him finally because that’s the way it’s meant to be. While his drive all along has been to cause chaos for the sake of entertainment, the minute he’s presented with another viable alternative that feels better, he takes it. He's hungry for it. He is malleable and changeable and somewhat empathetic, and this let me write him this way in my story, in his relationship with Baz.

The other thing is that Simon, of course, instinctively knows this will happen, and the Humdrum instinctively knows what Simon intends to do because: same brain. They are both instinctively being driven to come back together, to feel whole again. That really drove the characterization in the latter half of my fic and also ended up being a huge part of what the story was about. Self-acceptance and self-love as the path to true happiness.

AAAND ramble over!

#fanfic writer challenge #the insidious humdrum #aka sid #what's left #my writing

[jamiscrazy4krerdly]

Awesome swag new pfp = not being terrified of social media for a day yay. Everyday I suffer from the looming fear of not doing the Demigirl Catti with Ghoul Neos community justice when I am the only member of the Demigirl Catti with Ghoul Neos community </3. Can guarantee ghoul will play a humongous ginormous gargantuan part in both of my AUs that I’m working soooooo hard on!!! “I thought this was a Krerdly blog??” Sorry not sorry, get Catti namedrop jumpscared. BOO!! (Dw, the gamers still get to be the main characters or whatevsss.)

(Tysm @solasaich for the amazingest Kris ever!! I experience a little more gender envy towards them every passing day.)

Pogress (pog progress) report: shitting my pants. Favorite written down thought: “is this foreshadowing or foreshitting?” (I had a crisis about something inconsequential the day I’m writing this except I’m writing this at midnight so it was technically yesterday!!!) I will be very lucky if even one of my stuffs gets done before the end of the year. But Gamers… I am totally writing Demiromantic Kris so good it is insane; the Krerdly nation is LOSING for one of my AUs lets fucking gooo. (I’ll make dedicated posts about them EVENTUALLY!! Pinky promise. Cutting off my pinky.)

Alsooo, I learned how I like to write Ralsei so I can’t wait to put him in the spotlight for one of my fics!! Aaand then pretend he doesn’t exist for the other, sorry. My ability to sideline characters is unparalleled!! (RIP Asriel LMAO)

ALSO also I’m making a Deltarune Personality quiz on UQuiz maybe. 7 Results, 10 (?) Really Dumb Questions (so far). I color coded the assigned points for individual answers to individual questions and it made me happy. (Susie is ourple)

Ok ok ok I need to write this somewhere so now is a good time as ever: I am so MAD at myself for not putting my silly little tags in my latest ao3 fic >:( idc if it was improper or whatever the hell I should’ve been able to put #successfully-injected-20-ounces-of-silliness-into-Kris WITHOUT FEELING BAD!! I even decided NOT to mention how I think Kris (and all non-binary people for that matter) should totally one-bajillion-percent be allowed to have boobs without being ridiculed for it. The many shapes of our little flesh vessels are obviously not inherently indicative of our gender identity at all and I had the perfect opportunity to state that fact in the notes section but I DIDNT because Kris wearing a binder is part of their character and story that I’ve crafted for them and I wanted to address it properly in another future fic but it’s such a MINOR THING and won’t be this super dramatic factor that’s the center point of an entire fic like I made it out to be like WHY was I so lame and didn’t take a stance on that when I had the chanceee?? UGH!!!

Speaking of fics!! So far I’ve posted one for Christmas and Valentines, right? Well besides my draft for New Years it recently dawned on me that I still need to make one for Halloween and I’ve never written horror before (besides some stupid spontaneous one-off paragraph comment for a yaoi on wattpad IDK what 12 year old me was thinking) so YEAH idk I guess I’ll try my best, I have a couple good ideas?? If push comes to shove I can always revert to “ice cream cake full of fluff with an acidic slice of plot on the cutting knife” or some bullcrap.

Ok enough thinking, I’ve already had to do soooo much that while trying to think of a new nickname for Kris every single fic. I’ve brainstormed some real bologna, but I AM proud of the one I came up for my Deltadungeon AU! Title pending…

THIS bullet point is is dumb but… does anyone play Roblox? Yes? Ok, follow-up question: do you know what Doodle World is? It’s like the bestest pocket monster game on the site. Basically I’m forming a Deltarune theme team consisting of Kris Berdly Susie Noelle Catti and Jockington and if I record some good battles with my trashy theme team I might post them somewhere somehow idk lol but it’d be funny. I cannot WAIT for nothing to come of this.

I saw someone say they HATE Kriselle (on pintrest of all places) and since I’m a multi-shipper AND a certified hater I’m dedicating this paragraph to be a meanie to that person specifically. They are THE childhood friends to lovers!! Noelle watches in abject horror as Kris puts every shape in the square hole. Kris shows off their blades and Noelle tells them blades are for skatin’ and calls them a dingus. Noelle chases after the knight and Kris screams “GIRLFRIEND, STOP, GET BACK IN THE CARRGRHG” while she goes “youuuu come back here” and tackles the knight to the ground, knocking the helmet off and revealing Berdly underneath. Just thought I’d let you all know!!

Ok but honestly I’ve been sooo obsessed with Catti and Ralsei interactions. I have a vivid image in my head of Kris setting ghoul up on a date with an alleged “Prince of the Dark” and then Catti sees this sweet fidgety guy in bright colors and flowy clothing and ghoul’s like “figures” and it PROBABLY doesn’t work out if we’re being realistic but I’m holding out hope!! Rise up, Catsei (Ralti?) shippers!!

Ok gamers as a treat for putting up with me this far I present to you with a scenario: Kris and Berdly on a cloud-watching picnic date with a basket and flowers laying on a blanket except NEITHER of them are actually cloud-watching get epicly pranked!! Berdly’s on his 3DS playing Mii Plaza while Kris is letting bugs crawl on them and thriving. That’s so cool I almost can’t believe that it’s real. Everybody look forward to my upcoming fic based entirely around this idea titled “Kicking Back (A Green Shell)!” /j

Anyway for Halloween Krerdly is Waluaisy while Suselle is Bowigi you’re all WELCOME!!

#let xem cook… #btw Catti is the knight the angel the prince from the dark and gaster #WHY DID YOU LET XEM COOK???