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ametrinearrows · 8 months

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Hurt

In the world of WWE, Shawn Michaels and YN YLN were more than just colleagues; they were the best of friends. Their camaraderie was legendary backstage, where they’d often share stories, jokes, and the occasional friendly competition. However, life on the road had its toll, and their paths hadn’t crossed in a while.

As the cheers of the crowd resonated through the arena, Shawn Michaels stepped into the ring to face his eternal rival, the Undertaker. The match was intense, each move executed with precision, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. But as fate would have it, a risky maneuver left Shawn clutching his back in pain. The match continued, but the damage was done.

Meanwhile, Triple H watched from the sidelines, his concern growing with every painful expression on Shawn’s face. As the match concluded, Triple H rushed to the locker room, his heart heavy with worry. He knew there was only one person who could bring solace to Shawn in times like this—YN YLN.

Triple H burst into YN’s locker room, his voice slightly frantic. “YN, you need to know. Shawn’s hurt, really hurt.”

YN’s eyes widened with shock, her concern mirroring Triple H’s urgency. “What? How bad is it?”

Triple H took a deep breath, his voice softening as he spoke. “He took quite a beating from the Undertaker. He’s hurt, but I know he’d feel better if you were there.”

YN’s heart raced as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind. Without a second thought, she hurriedly got up, her determination shining in her eyes. “I’m coming.”

She followed Triple H to Shawn’s locker room, where he was nursing his injuries. The pain was evident on his face, but his eyes lit up when he saw YN standing there. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him.

“YN,” Shawn whispered, his voice strained. “I didn’t expect…”

YN approached him with a gentle smile, her presence calming the room. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”

Shawn managed a weak chuckle. “I’ll live, thanks to you guys watching my back.”

Triple H nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We’re a team, always looking out for each other.”

YN’s gaze never left Shawn’s. “You scared me, you know. You can’t just go getting hurt like this.”

Shawn grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Sorry to cause a fuss.”

YN’s expression softened. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy and let yourself heal.”

Shawn reached out and gently squeezed YN’s hand. “I promise.”

With a determined look, YN offered her support. “Alright, big guy, time for me to take care of you. Let’s get you home and on the mend.”

Triple H helped Shawn to his feet, and together they made their way to YN’s car. The journey to Shawn’s place was filled with lighthearted banter and reminiscing about their adventures together. Despite the pain he was in, Shawn couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity and warmth of their friendship.

Once they arrived at Shawn’s home, YN carefully guided him inside, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. She prepared a cozy space on the couch with pillows and blankets, ensuring he had everything he needed within reach.

“Here’s the remote, some water, and I’ll grab some painkillers,” YN said, moving around the living room with an air of practiced care.

Shawn chuckled softly. “Feels like old times, you taking care of me.”

YN handed him the painkillers with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it. You’re lucky this time.”

Over the next few days, YN became Shawn’s steadfast companion. She cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and provided a listening ear whenever he needed to vent about the frustrations of being sidelined. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter, reminiscing, and supportive words.

As Shawn’s injuries slowly improved, YN also found creative ways to keep him entertained without pushing his body too hard. They watched classic wrestling matches, played video games, and even attempted to recreate some of their favorite wrestling moves (with Shawn’s movements limited, of course).

One evening, as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the room, Shawn looked at YN with gratitude in his eyes. “You’ve made this recovery feel a lot less lonely.”

YN smiled back, her gaze soft. “That’s what friends are for, Shawn. I could never stop caring.”

Weeks went by, and Shawn’s injuries began to heal, thanks in no small part to YN’s dedicated care. As he regained his strength, they decided it was time for him to step back into the ring. YN stood by his side, cheering him on from the sidelines during his training sessions.

On the day of his comeback match, Shawn’s nerves were palpable. YN, however, exuded confidence. “You’ve got this. Just remember, I’ll be cheering the loudest.”

As Shawn’s music blared through the arena, he walked out with newfound determination. The match was fierce, but Shawn’s spirit was unbreakable. With each move he executed, he could almost feel YN’s unwavering support propelling him forward.

After the match, victorious and exhausted, Shawn made his way backstage to find YN waiting for him with a triumphant grin. “See? I told you that you had it in you.”

Shawn chuckled, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you, YN.”

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farfromstrange · 5 months

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Update

Okay, now that I've got your attention. Listen up.

Just kidding. (Not really.) I have some actual updates that you might want to read.

Good news for all of my fellow Michael Kinsella lovers: I finished rewriting and editing the next chapter of Chaos Theory! It has been a while since I watched the show, so I need a bit more time to reread it once more and check how it sounds. I don't want to disappoint. If all goes well, I can post it later tonight. Thank you for being so patient with me!

Also good news for all of my Foreigner's God readers: I have scrapped the first draft of chapter 55, which is a very good thing because that means I have finally identified why I hated it so much in the first place, and I'm currently in the process of writing it again. It's already flowing so much better, so I think I might be able to finish it by the end of tomorrow or, at the latest, Saturday!

Not so good news for my Total Eclipse Of The Heart readers: I have not come around to writing for that series, and I'm still trying to find a way to reign the plot back in before it can run away from me. I'm also trying everything to get some vampire inspiration, so that might take another week, but I promise, I'm rereading and I'm trying to give you what you've been waiting for. This series has turned out to be quite a beast, so I need to figure stuff out a bit more before I can put new chapters out for this one. But I promise, it won't be too long.

And to everyone else following me and my writing, I also have some news: There is an announcement for something I've been working on also coming later tonight! (Hint: It's a Matt Murdock fic). Plus, I have finally managed to agree on a vague idea for a Spencer Reid fic, but that will still take some time to plan. But I do have a plot and I do have a backstory, so that is also (kind of) good news for those of you who are curious about my jump back into Criminal Minds.

For those of you who have sent in requests back when they were still open: I'm trying to finish them. I'm so sorry for the long wait, but life tends to get in the way.

I have also gotten requests long after I closed them, and to those who have sent in requests anyway, I will still try to work through them, but you will have to wait until those who have requested while my inbox was still open have got their fics. It's only fair. I hope you understand.

Anyway, that was all (I think). I love you guys, and take care.

Thanks for reading this. You can scramble now. Bye!

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artzzyb00-27 · 2 months

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Car Safety; Worried Parents

You already know, let's just hop in.

Harry getting his license was nerve-wracking. Not for him, for Athena. She'd seen many reckless teenagers lose control while driving. So when Harry got his permit, she had the excuse of still being the one driving, or at least being able to make sure he was safe. With the license, he would be alone.

Bobby was nervous too. Mainly because he didn't want to go on a call and see his kid(yes he saw Harry as his own) in the wrecked car. He and Michael were both trying to look for a car that wasn't over the top for Harry's first. May wasn't worried, she trusted Harry. She just made him promise she wouldn't receive a call while she was working about him.

"I know that will be me when Chris gets his license," Eddie said in the loft of the firehouse. Bobby had shared the news that Harry had gotten his license and decided to wait to get a car. Smart choice with how the market was right now.

"I'm worried that Denny will use it as an excuse to leave whenever we're in arguments. Driving while you are angry is the most dangerous." Hen said. Chimney was contemplating how old he would even let Jee-Yun get close to the driver's seat.

"Harry's a smart kid. He's Athena's. He'll be fine on the road when he gets his car."

"You better not give him your Jeep Buck," Bobby warned his surrogate son.

"Don't worry, saving that for Jee-Yun."

"Don't you dare Buckley. Besides why not give it to Chris?" Eddie raised an eyebrow and gave Buck an, 'Oh yeah?', look despite the comment being Chimney's.

"Cause then I'd end up sleeping in the car. Besides Chris already called dibs on the truck."

"Which he'll get when we get another one. So don't even think about it." Raising his hands in defense, he walked behind the counter to help Bobby with lunch. After eating peacefully, the alarm went off and they ran to the truck.

"Alright, we gotta car crash. A Jeep Wrangler and a Lambo." Ravi winced at imaging the ways it could've happened. No matter what, both people in the cars were probably okay. It was a rainy day so either of the cars could have lost control from the wet cement.

When they arrived at the scene, they saw Athena who looked scared. She walked up to the team and debriefed them.

"Teenager in the jeep. Seventeen, turning eighteen tomorrow. The father was in the copilot seat. Lambo was an older man. Had to handcuff him." She explained pointing at the 40-year-old-looking man. Who was cursing the kid across from him. The poor kid looked terrified.

"Already questioned him, I need you guys to get the parent out, he's knocked unconscious." Looking behind her, they were able to see the jeep tipped on its right side. Through the windshield, they could see the father's face. With blood dripping down slightly. Rushing into action they were able to pull him out and make sure he was alive.

When he felt that someone was holding him, he stirred a bit.

"Sir, we're gonna help you out. Can you tell me your name?"

"Mm, Patrick Mendieta. My son, where is he?" He slurred out trying to break free weakly while looking for his kid.

"He's safe sir don't worry."

"You don't understand, he had top surgery a few months ago. Stitches are closed completely but-,"

"In that case, we'll double-check. Right now we need to get you to the hospital to fix up that head of yours." Hen told him while Buck went to go check on the kid.

"Hey there, what's your name?"

"Oliver. I swear it wasn't my fault. We were just driving like normal and he came out of nowhere."

"Yeah right! You were going too fucking slow! Idiot children, don't have no respect-"

"Sir, calm down before I make you," Buck said, effectively making him shut up. Looking back at the kid, he saw the tears streaming down his face. Anger in his eyes.

"He wasn't watching the speed limit. And somehow it's my fault to be careful in the rain."

"I know kid, trust me he'll get reprimanded. Right now I need to make sure you're okay. Your door took the hit it seems." Oliver looked back to his car to realize that Buck was right.

The driver's side was dented, which made the fault immediately go to the other driver. With that he let Buck examine him. Few bruised ribs and a sprained wrist. Nothing serious but would have to go to the doctor to check his back.

After sending the kid away, they dealt with any more issues the rain had caused before heading back to the firehouse. Athena had gotten there early and was sitting at the dinner table eating the food she made for dinner.

"Athena?"

"Couldn't go back immediately. Not after that. Can't stop thinking about Harry." Massaging her shoulders, Bobby made sure she was relaxed before driving back out on patrol.

When the shift ended Eddie and Buck gave Chris an extra long hug. Hen gave Denny another pop quiz on how to handle driving in the rain, and Athena did not let Harry drive any car for a month after that. Not without initial protest. However, it turned to guilt after hearing about the accident from his classmate Oliver.

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angel-inrealtime · 1 year

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November F1c Prompts Day 30

A/N: finally! It's only taken an extra,,,4 months, or so. Oops. I love this little sunshine verse. I'm so happy that I could share it with everyone who's enjoyed it 💕

30. Nociception: Pain

July 2020, Styrian Grand Prix, post-FP1

“He’s alright.” Michael tries, looking to Blake for support.

The other man clears his throat. “Yeah but maybe don’t...the real wound is pride, y’know?”

Your fingernails have dug into the skin of your arms, crescent moons only just not deep enough to scratch, and you raise an eyebrow at the pair. “I’m not gonna bitch at him for crashing, guys. Come on. I just...I wanna know he’s alright with my own eyes.”

He doesn’t make a habit of it. Which is good. You’re not sure you could take it if this feeling were a regular occurrence.

“I’m alright.” He sounds sheepish, from over your shoulder.

You whip around to look at him as soon as you hear his voice. “Daniel...”

“No I am, I promise.” He’s limping a bit but tucks you under his arm and kisses the top of your head. “Just totally lost the back end, we fucked the setup, I think. I hit my knee and there’s a wicked bruise, but I’m good. They let me out and said I can just take painkillers.”

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze. “Glad you’re okay.” You breathe.

2021

“How are you doing, love?” He peels the covers from over your head, endlessly gentle. “Feeling any better?”

You chance cracking your eyes open and realise he drew the blackout blinds over before pulling the covers off your head. “Head still hurts., a bit.” It takes your brain a second to catch up. “Wait, when did you…”

He grins as he sinks down onto the bed, careful not to jostle you. “You were dead to the world when I got back, I thought I’d let you rest.”

You try moving and find it doesn’t make you want to throw up anymore, then drag yourself closer to rest your head on his chest, burrowing into his hoodie. “Missed you.”

“Lil old me?” He drawls, definitely trying to coax a laugh out of you (it works). “I should be so lucky.”

“It’s true.” You say, aiming for demure. He’s already ruining it with barely contained giggles. “Days and days I sat here, wondering when my handsome cowboy would return. So much I fell ill, the most terrible migraine.” You take the hand from his chest and put it palm up on your own forehead, feigning a swoon.

He’s laughing outright now, catches your hand and settles you mostly on top of him. “Well, nothin’ to worry about now darlin’. I’m here.” He hums against your mouth when you lean down to kiss him.

“m’hungry.”

“I made dinner.”

You kiss him again, day long migraine fog leaving. “You’re my favourite.”

Belgian Grand Prix (post race), 2022

“There you...” You stop in your tracks, realise he’s alone and the lights are off, just the outline of his back (still in fireproofs) visible in the light from the door you’ve opened. “Daniel? Are you..?”

You let yourself in and feel your way across the small room to him, heart clenching when you realise his shoulder is shaking under your hand. “Danny...” You start, then you feel more than see him shake his head.

“I just...” His voice sounds raw and you wonder for a second if he and Michael fought, but you would have heard, this place is so small and on top of each other. “I wanted it to be like a big fuck you, right. But it was just...” He sniffs as you settle next to him, arms snaking around his waist. “Kind of pathetic. I tried so fucking hard, like...”

“I know, my love, I know you did.” You make your voice as soft as you can, like it can settle around him like a blanket, take away the pain in his voice. The doorhandle rattles and you only turn your head towards the door as the light starts to appear when it opens. “No.”

It shuts again instantly, and he tries to laugh. “Scary voice.”

You burrow as close to him as you can. “Everyone who matters knows how hard you’ve tried, okay? I know it doesn’t make all the...noise, any quieter. But...”

“It doesn’t matter.” He says quietly. “It is what it is.”

“Of course it matters, Daniel.” You reiterate quietly. “If you’re gonna be throwing around cliches maybe start with ‘you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink’. Y’know, if the horse is a team, and leading it is giving useful feedback, and the water is making a good car.”

He laughs wetly, one hand playing with the silver bracelet that matches his favourite Tiffany’s necklace. You stopped differentiating jewellery years ago, it all sits in the same box on the dressing table at home now. “Message received loud and clear.”

You push your head against his, unbothered by his sweatiness. “It’s okay that it hurts, too. It always does, when you-“

“Try your best but you don’t succeed?”

“Did you just...” You can almost feel him trying not to laugh. “Did you just quote Coldplay at me?”

“Who could say.”

“Daniel, I was trying to have a supportive partner moment and you’ve just quoted Coldplay lyrics at me.”

The laughter spills over and he brings his arms around you, pressing his face into your neck. “You’re right, that’s unforgivable.”

2025

“You’re so pretty.” He says right near your ear, hand curling around your waist.

You’ve managed to avoid FIA end of season functions for the most part, because Daniel doesn’t particularly enjoy them. But Christian had insisted, this year. “I feel like I’m too old for this and it shows.” You say back around a smile for the cameras swirling around you all.

“Nah,” he puts his mouth close to your ear and you can feel how cheeky his smile is (dread the day that Elio or Allegra work out how to master the same cheeky grin), “Big MILF vibes, I rate it.”

Max, of all people, overhears and they set each other off laughing, even as you roll your eyes and let Geri pull you in for a photo with her.

It’s boring, mostly, even if you’re grateful for any occasion which gets Daniel in a suit (particularly the green Gucci one, still love it as much as you had in the first place). The food is nice and the wine is good, although you’re not particularly looking forward to pumping at the end of the night just to throw it away. It’s a rare night without the kids, Daniel’s parents happy for the excuse to travel and babysit (even if they’re about to have a full summer of all of you).

It’s nice actually, after a couple of years of not being at every race – and preoccupied with small children when you were – to catch up with people, drink and dance and be merry. You’re sitting down with a water though, when Daniel approaches.

He grins at you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “All good, bub?”

You let your heel dangle off your foot, stretching it out with a groan. “I’m out of practice, my feet are killing me.”

Daniel laughs, digging his fingers into your shoulder muscles. “I think we have more than fulfilled our obligations and we can go, Actually. If you wanted to head off.” He offers his hands and uses them to pull you to your aching feet. “There’s a gigantic bath tub and a very nice bottle of wine at the hotel for us, I think.” He says as he kisses your cheek.

“Well, now you definitely have my interest.”

It takes another half an hour to do the rounds saying goodbye (you might manage to slip out easily enough, but Daniel is a capital P Presence in a room), so by the time you’re at the top of the stairs outside your feet are throbbing again. You might groan a bit.

“Here.” His suit jacket lands on your shoulders and Daniel stands in front of you expectantly. “Piggy back.”

You can’t help but laugh. “No, you’ll trip and we’ll fall.”

“That’s the most insulting thing anyone’s ever said to me.” He huffs. “C’mon. I got you.”

“If our children end up orphans I’m going to make your afterlife hell.” You threaten.

He laughs loudly as you slip off your shoes and jump onto his back. Daniel hooks his arms under your thighs and you can feel the smugness radiating off his face. “Ye of little faith.”

“You’ve made it one step.”

To his credit he makes it down all of the steps safely, and you’re both laughing by the bottom, sore feet forgotten at the prospect of the rest of the night to yourselves.

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walmarttrashbag · 4 months

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Hurt - Mike Wheeler Pt.2 TW: bitchy, annoyed Mike. hurt-part-one Suggested by: Https-Lola It was finally over! You finally had gotten over the stupid fucking dumbass Mike Wheeler crush of a lifetime, and you have never felt any better! You've turned your life around for the better. You feel so much healthier and happier after the loss of feelings for Mike. Mike, however, couldn't help but stare from afar with a frown. Why did you become so beautiful? Why was your smile so sparkling and outrageously perfect? Who let you go outside and look like a miracle from beyond the stars? Mike had a little over too many questions just about your pretty face. That night while the party was playing DnD, Mike just couldn't shake the thought of you out of his head, and it was like a bad song.

"Mike, are you okay? You're not raging at the fire-breathing dragon coming your way," Dustin pointed out, but Mike was still in a trance. Lucas rolled his eyes and walked over, giving Mike a forceful shake, "Wake up, Lover boy, the dragon awaits!" Lucas said in a jokingly wizard-like voice. Mike flinched, "Lucas, don't do that!" He said, getting defensive over nothing.

Lucas scoffed, "Sorry, sleeping beauty, I didn't know you were dreaming of your princess charming. Just get over Y/n already, I heard she was dating someone anyway!" Lucas said, not realizing all hell broke loose for Mike.

"SHE WHAT?!" Mike screamed out, standing up as he banged his fists on the table, making the characters and dice jump slightly.

"Michael!" Karen yelled from upstairs, "Quiet down!"

But this was no time for being quiet, and Mike quickly jumped to questions, "Who is he? What does he do to her? Why is he with her? What did he do to earn her?! TELL ME!" Mike yelled at his friends. Will spoke out, "I don't know much about him but I heard he's from Maine or Maryland or Missouri or one of the M states," He shrugged. "Yeah, and someone told me he's got a thing for Hawaiian shirts, and being the class clown," Dustin continued from Will's statement, "He honestly sounds really cool," Mike scoffed, "Yeah, who's this bozo's name anyways?" Mike asked, looking at the 3 expectantly for a clear answer. "It was like Rory Turner or something," Will replied. "No, it was something like Remi Taylor," Dustin told Will. Lucas rolled his eyes, "No, dumbasses! It was Richie Tozier! His name is Richie! And Mike, he looks exactly like you!" Lucas pointed the finger at Mike. Mike gasped, "Me? So you're saying I still had a shot with Y/n if she's bagging this Richie guy?!" "Guess so," Will replied, making Mike's blood boil. "That's it. Tomorrow I'm gonna find Richie and give him a piece of my mind," Mike promised himself. "Great, now can we please get back to defeating the dragon?" Dustin asked the party since so much time had been wasted on this dumb conversation.

The next day, Mike got up to school and saw a new bike on the racks. Mike had heard that Richie always biked to school as well. It was like Richie was a big stupid copycat! Mike had a note of description. Hawaiian shirt, shorts, converse, and giant stupid thick-framed glasses.

Mike skittered through the hallway like a cockroach and found a guy who matched the description perfectly, just without a Hawaiian shirt. Mike tapped the guys shoulder, "Hey, are you Richie?" Mike asked the guy.

The kid turned over and it was scary how much he looked like Mike, "Yeah, why?" Richie asked Mike, nudging up his glasses. Mike now knew this was the guy he should be shitting on. "Just know, your girlfriend, Y/n, liked me way before you did. You're just my rehash. The only reason why she's with you is because you're just me in a reskin," Mike told Richie, spitting out venom at the guy.

Richie's face scrunched up before he made a big obnoxious laugh in Mike's face, "Oh that's rich! That's really rich! I know who you are, Mike! And Y/n has told me all the things she's done to try to get you to like her back, and from what I've heard, you're a selfish prick who didn't take the chance when you got it! I've got the prettiest girl on earth, and you're kicking rocks! Go blow your dad before you spit out shit that's not real," Richie gave a condescending smirk to Mike, whose face went beat red in not only embarrassment but anger too.

Mike threw the first punch, and the hallway went from school to hell. Michael Wheeler and Richard Tozier fought things out. Some people get on Mike, and others get on Richie making the school out to 50/50, but before things could be settled out for the last time, you ran to the both of them. "Stop it! Stop fighting! Mike what the hell is wrong with you!" You lashed out at Mike, making him shocked. "Y/n! Come on you still have the chance for me! Why not ride the Wheeler train?" Mike said heartbreakingly as held his left eye.

You were grossed out by Mike as you helped Richie up, "Oh, Richie... Your nose..." You said, wiping the blood from under Richie's nose, before turning to Mike, "Mike, you're just a prick! You avoided me like the plague and you beat up my boyfriend because you're a petty jerk!" You went off at Mike, making his heart hurt on the inside. You walked Richie to the nurse's office, and Richie looked back at Mike, giving him an evil smile signaling that he had won your side once again, which was deserved.

Mike slowly but surely got up, "I'll win her back one day, you're stupid rehash!" Mike yelled out to Richie as the hallway crowd fanned out with no conclusion to the win. Mike was determined to get you back, one way or another, no matter what. He was gonna see Richie fail, and he was gonna King up to the Jester of all jokes.

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sadboyeddie · 2 years

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Insecurities and Overreactions

October 10th: Jealous

Kinktober 2022

Summary: Eddie is worried about your friendship with Chrissy

Warnings: (Minors DNI 18+ only) soft smut, hand jobs, angst,

A/N: idk how I feel about this one

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Eddie knows he’s overreacting.

He knows he is.

Well at least he thinks he is.

Maybe he’s not though.

You’ve been hanging out with Chrissy a lot lately, after the events of The Upside Down she had done a lot of soul searching and realised life was way too short so she dropped cheer and started doing things she enjoyed.

One of those things being you.

Okay, she’s not doing you but for the last few weeks you’ve been attached at the hip.

At first he thought it was nice, sweet even, you’d been a bit bummed since Nancy and Robin started dating and your regular hangouts started to make you feel like a third wheel, so when Chrissy approached you and asked to get lunch you were nervous but excited.

Eddie would never admit it but he was a little happy when Nancy and Robin got together because you started hanging around him more, normally you’d spend probably seventy percent of the day together and then afterwards it went to pretty much a hundred percent.

But now, now it’s cut back to barely fifty.

He confessed his conflicting feelings to Steve who was the first to tell him he’s overreacting stating:

friendships, like relationships, are always very exciting in the beginning and you want to spend all your time together getting to know one another.

Eddie can’t say he was too pleased when Steve compared what you have with Chrissy to a relationship.

But you were happy, raving about your common interests and future plans, plans you had forgotten you’d double booked until Eddie reminded you of said pre-made plans.

You always felt horrible and promised to make it up to him, and at first you kept those promises but now you were starting to forget them, forget him.

Nancy was the second person to tell him he was overreacting because he was complaining about your cancelled date, she reminded him of the trauma you both shared and that Chrissy was stepping out of her comfort zone and that he should be supportive.

He was getting angry now, he felt invalidated and that no one was even trying to understand his side of things.

If you were getting this close with another guy he’s sure they’d back him up so why are they being so uncaring about this?

In the first few months of dating you had confessed to him that you were bisexual, admittedly he probably didn’t react the best way.

He honestly didn’t mind about sexuality but he already felt threatened by the male population and now he had to worry about the women too?

He knows that’s a bad way of looking at it but his insecurities fester inside him, taunting and teasing, reminding him that you’re too good and one day someone better will come along.

He trusts you.

He does.

It’s the rest of them he doesn’t trust.

You’re too kind.

Thankfully he had a saving grace.

Robin Buckley.

She understood completely, especially when you all had your weekly movie night and you invited Chrissy who all but sat in you lap claiming “Michael Myers is scary”.

When Robin brought up how weird it was he felt tears sting his eyes, finally he felt validated, he hugged Robin close to his chest and babbled out all his frustrations, she listened and added in advice here and there, but the main piece of advice she kept coming back to was “talk to your girlfriend, doofus.”

She was right of course. But what if you told him you loved Chrissy? He’d probably die from heart break.

But him obsessing like this wasn’t healthy. He decided to wait until the weekend when you had time off work before voicing his concerns, that way you can both have time to process everything and talk.

Unfortunately the timing didn’t really work out, he arrived at your place and let himself in, you moved out after graduating high school enjoying the independence, but when he overhears you on the phone making plans with the ex-cheerleader that will overlap his plans with you something inside him just snaps.

He walks over and presses the button on the phone to end the call and you look up at him wide eyed.

“The fuck, Eddie?” Your tone confused.

“Have a nice chat?” He sneers, taking up a defensive stance with his hands crossed over his chest.

“I was,” you furrow your brow and sit up, confusion morphing into annoyance, “what’s your damage?”

“Are you fucking Chrissy?” His question is sharp and he knows that was not the way to do this but he’s not good with articulating his emotions and feelings and always acting before thinking.

“Excuse you?” You stand from your seated position and mirror his stance.

“Have you,” he points towards you, “been fucking Chrissy Cunningham?” His voice getting louder by the end.

“Of course not!” You step towards him but he steps back, your annoyance instantly being replaced with hurt and it almost, almost, cracks him.

But this is weeks worth of buildup and he already went in guns a’blazin so there’s no slowing down now.

“Then why are you with her all the time?!” He tugs his hair in frustration.

“Because she’s my friend, Eddie,” you’re frowning still but your eyes harden, “what’s the problem? I’m friends with lots of girls.”

“Two. Two other girls,” he doesn’t know why he added that information in.

“Yeah, so am I fucking them as well?” You throw your hands up.

“I don’t know? Are you!?” His heart is hammering in his chest and he wishes he could rewind this whole argument but it’s too late.

This conversation is derailing fast, barely making any sense at all but he’s just so upset and needs to get the words out.

“You can’t be serious,” you scoff, “what’s brought this on?” Your voice is back to its normal volume but the edge is still there.

“Because Chrissy is all over you!” He shouts, “she’s got her fucking hands on you all the time and…” he lets out a groan eyes stinging as insecurity and anger bubble up his chest.

“And…?” Your voice is softer now, taking note of Eddie’s distress.

“And you’ve been choosing her over me,” his shoulders slump in defeat, “do you like her more then me?”

You look at him in complete shock, your heart falling to pieces in your chest as you watch the one person you care about most in this world doubt your love.

“Eddie, she’s just a friend, I promise,” you rethink to all you’re interactions with the blonde in the past and guilt starts to weigh heavily in your chest.

His anger has started to dissipate and is replaced with a headache.

“I-I didn’t realise, Eddie,” tears start to gather in your eyes and you try to will them away, not deserving to feel sorry for yourself, “I was just excited to have another girl to hangout with and I felt like I was smothering you,” you admit, “but that’s no excuse, I love you so much.”

“Smothering me?” He looks at your face and tears start spilling down your cheeks at how heartbroken he looks, “we could be permanently joined at the hip and spend every second together and it still wouldn’t be enough for me.”

A small pained smile graces your lips as you hesitantly take a step towards the tall boy, you inwardly sigh in relief when he doesn’t move away.

You grab his hands from where they’ve balled up into fists by his side and hold them against your chest, “I swear that nothing has happened or will happen with Chrissy,” your voice is earnest as you beg for him to believe you, “you’re it for me, Munson. You’re my endgame, I plan on marrying you someday.”

He lets out a cracked sob and pulls you to his chest, holding you incredibly tight as he spills tears into your hair. You hold him close and rub soothing circles on his back as he lets loose all the pent up insecurities and self doubt he’s being feeling.

When his breathing evens out and he’s only sniffling slightly you grab his hand and drag him to the bathroom, Eddie a little tired and embarrassed from that little display allows it to happen.

You close the toilet lid and sit him on top before putting a plug in the bath and filling it with warm water, making sure to put in some salts and essential oils before lighting some candles.

You turn to your boyfriend as the tub fills, your heart clenching in your chest at the sight in front of you.

Eddie cheeks are puffy and still a little wet as he pulls the sleeves from his long black shirt over his hand and rubs it under his nose as he sniffles and looks around in slight shame.

You’ve tried to get Eddie to open up more, this isn’t the first time he’s had an outburst, usually it’s not directed at you but you’re always there, and always will be, to clean him up after the aftermath.

You grab one of your soft fluffy washcloths from the linen cupboard behind you and run it under the bath tap, soaking the material in warm water, before slotting yourself between Eddie’s legs.

You take the spare scrunchie from around your wrist, you’ve taken to carrying one for just in case the metalhead needs it, and gather his long tangled curls in your hands before putting his hair up in a messy bun.

“You’re quiet,” it’s just an observation, not really requiring and answer but he speaks anyway.

“I don’t know what to say,” he shrugs, tired.

You gently cup his chin and direct his face up so you can run the warm fabric over his heated skin, wiping away the tear tracks and snot crusting under his nose.

“So don’t say anything,” you say lovingly, leaning down to place a soft kiss on both his cheeks.

You move to the bathtub, placing the cloth on the side and turning off the taps before checking the water to make sure it’s a good temperature.

You walk back to Eddie and stand in front of him, you place his hands on your hips as you start to undress. He squeezes the skin in his hand and watches as you toss your shirt and bra in the direction of the wash basket.

His hands slowly glide to the buttons on your jeans before helping you step out of them, removing your panties at the same time, once fully naked you help him stand and gently start to strip him, planting little kisses over each new part of exposed skin.

By the time you’re leading him over the the bath the tension has lessened in his features.

You sit first and he quickly follows, taking his place in front of you as he automatically rests back against your chest and your legs cage him in.

You wrap your hands around his shoulders and grab the washcloth before slathering it in your Strawberries and Cream body wash knowing Eddie likes the smell.

You start to gently lather the soap over his chest and neck before moving to his shoulders and biceps, covering the parts of him that aren’t submerged under the water in the pinkish suds.

He closes his eyes and lets out a content sigh as he slumps forward, giving you a good angle to scrub his back.

You take the time to wring out the cloth of the body wash before soaking it and rinsing Eddie clean, even after there’s no soap left on him you continue to drag the cloth around before he settles back against you.

And that is how you stay, sitting in the dark room, filled with the mixing scent of candles, essential oils and body wash as you listen to each other breathing.

You’ve wrapped your hands around Eddie’s chest now, locking him against your own, his hands are resting on your forearms, running them up the length every now and then.

The water is starting to cool off and both of your hands are beyond pruny so you make the decision to get out and grab a towel but before your able to make a move Eddie stops you in your tracks with a small whine and a strong grip on your arm.

“What is it, Eds?” Your voice is warm as you lean forward and kiss his shoulder, “you can tell me anything,” you promise.

Instead of a verbal answer he slides his left palm until it rests on the back of your left hand, he does the same with the right before placing your hands on his chest, his actions are slow and deliberate as he slowly drags them down the length of his torso until he manoeuvres your hands so they’re gripping his rock hard cock.

He lets out a deep exhale as you hold onto him and you start stroking him with a slow gentle pace.

“This what you need, baby?” Your voice quiet against his ear.

“Yeah,” he nods, sighing in relief as you flick your thumb over his tip.

You rub your nose along the column of his neck and suck a dark, purple bruise into the skin, he bucks his hips up in response as water sloshes out the side of the bath.

You tighten your grip on him as his hands fall away from yours, coming up to hold onto the sides of the porcelain tub as he throws his head back to rest on your shoulder.

He turns his head and mouths kisses to your jawline and neck as you speed up your pace, he raises his hips to match your strokes and before long he’s letting out a soft whine followed by your name as he grows tense in your hold.

He grunts out a few heavy breaths as he comes down from his high, you continue to softly graze your finger nails up the underside of his cock making him jolt with over sensitivity.

“C’mon, baby,” you kiss his temple and help manoeuvre him out of the near cold water, grabbing a towel as he lets out a shiver.

He has a small smile on his face as he watches you fuss over him, feeling a little silly that he’d ever think you’d leave him. He feels relieved knowing you’re just as obsessed with him as he is with you.

When he’s fully dry you lead him to the bedroom and sit him down on the soft comforter before straddling his waist and kissing him.

He moans into the contact feeling a fresh wave of arousal and adoration fill his senses before you’re pulling back.

“I’m yours,” you promise, voice full of sincerity, “I belong to you, heart, body and soul.”

He leans back in and connects your lips, smiling into the kiss as he holds you close.

#stranger things #my writing #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie stranger things #chrissy cunningham #kinktober

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Creations AU, But I obnoxiously over explain it PT 3

Pages 61-90

Back at it again with Mike and his silly little adventures in Freddy's.

Huh.

What'd you see.

Stop being vague.

Who are these creepy masked people???

The bullies from FNAF four

Damn if only there was an entire side comic FNAF 4 cough cough I made about them that will explain that lol. We'll get to the side comics I promise. ;)

Whatever he saw, he's terrified to re-live.

Ouch.

Someone got hurt-

What the hell are you apologizing for exactly?

What'd you do?

None of those people in the masks were you...

We can tell cause they actually had a skin tone lmfao.

Oh that could use some cream.

So that's why "the bite" kept making Mike uncomfortable...

This kid got his head munched on.

And it wasn't ACTION but LACK of action he's cowering in fear from a child over.

Side note this panel out of context is hilarious and I won't pretend it's not.

Hi Bonnie! :D

He is the best.

Damn okay.

What's reality?

Ominous poster of the yellow Freddy for sure isn't important.

Haha Mike ya have episodes like this often? Often enough he composes himself afterwards.

He's utterly bamboozled Bonnie apparently SAW the kid he was chasing so...maybe.

That smirk is unsettling.

So this part of the building used to be "Fredbear's" the place Michael's favorite animatronic "Spring Bonnie" is from and mentioned earlier. Fredbear is clearly the one who bit the child.

I'd be scared too Bonnie thousand yard stares are concerning.

That's hysterical coming from the clearly possessed giant rabbit but go off I guess-

He's obviously trying to make Mike feel better which is nice of him. UwU

Aww. Hug how sweet.

So now we know a bit more about Mike. Let's review:

This nameless kid Mike saw die was obviously Michael's brother Cody Afton from all the context clues we've been given:

Mike's reaction to Micheal bringing up Fredbears, due to it being a traumatic event.

Cody being "Bit"

Mike doesn't seem TOO sure they're the same person but we know it is.

Mike blames himself for not doing anything at the time to stop Cody's head from getting crunched.

Mike's grasp on reality is...Flimsy. Self admittedly he thinks it's flimsy and he knows when he needs to go home when it's too much.

Mike is desperate for comfort over his trauma with Freddy's and Bonnie's a cool dude who'll give it.

You'd think Bonnie would be a bully from his intro but he's actually a super caring guy, he just can't stand people who purposely cause problems.

Bro comes in clutch with the hugs.

You can see why Freddy would run to this guy to solve issues haha.

So from those first panels we know 1 thing:

He had no clue Ennard was in the room with them. So add stalking to the list of creepy things that clown robot has done so far.

My god it's an old man-

He's Micheal's dad! :D William Afton!

Alright I'm gonna stop being goofy and vague for a moment:

It's obvious he's evil as fuck and for the people who like to bitch he has a personality in this comic or ANY media where people give William a personality: Stop making excuses as to why you write him one note you cowards, you can give him a personality without condoning what he does lmfao. Only a bad writer would say you HAVE to make him one note for him to work. Fucking morons actually you are stupid if you believe that.

If you wanna make him cartoonishly evil with NO redeeming qualities: Cool. Whatever. Just shut the fuck up don't act like yours is "Better" because you can't think of ways to make him anymore interesting.

Everyone's William caters to their tastes. Nobody's is PERFECT. I only judge stupid vapid bitches who complain about other interpretations while blowing smoke up their own asses. Because an ego isn't pretty on anyone lmfao.

The idea giving William a personality makes you a terrible writer/person needs to die I'm sorry that's such a stupid as fuck idea idk who came up with it but kindly stop writing and stop giving writing advice. UwU With love~ From me!~

Anyways I've spoiled William is a bad person who does a bad thing, Won't say what yet but all the death in the building can give ya some ideas. And apparently because William is bad guy there's "Rules" on how to write him. From a bunch of 12 year olds who dunno how to write but I digress.

I detest the idea of that. Because let's be real all FNAF characters are blank slates and the idea of squashing creativity is dumb. Literally go wild with your FNAF AUs.

Rant aside: William seems to be a bit of...An ass.

Just slightly manipulative and rude language towards his only living child it's fine-

Ah yes. He also demands physical affection.

We get Michael's age, he's 23 aka still a damn baby.

Also, William and Michael are British.

Since we're on voices:

Mike Schmidt would sound like Legoshi from Beastars lmfao. I imagine Bonnie with a new York accent. Freddy sounds like a lady.

We finally get to see what Ennard and Michael interact like together...

Michael doesn't seem to put up with him.

Ennard's kind of a prick.

Also apparently they have a HISTORY.

One that involves Michael talking shit about his father...

For people who know shit about the games: Yes Ennard is possessed by the same person from the games.

Hah Michael tricked him.

Okay so everyone in Michael's life is manipulative towards him.

Neat.

Also Ennard is a raging hypocrite.

Also conformation William is an owner not just a robot maker. (Can't remember if this was brought up earlier again some of these pages are 2 years old lmfao)

Also this comic assumes you got SOME Fnaf knowledge. I'd hope it's still interesting for those of you who are here for my other stuff! XD

Like ouch Ennard ya don't gotta be such a jerk.

Also Mike is cute.

This panel unironically is one of my favorites because this man doesn't scream in terror at any of the terrifying robots:

It's the gay guy he's trying to befriend he screams like a little girl at.

Another help wanted joke about the Faz token under the cupcake in the office.

Michael just wants to hang out with Mike obviously.

Despite all the shit he's clearly going through dude puts on a very pointy smile.

This man is built like a cat.

Lol they made pizza together. How cute.

Hah bro is apologizing for something he didn't even do nor has control over-

Is it obvious Michael is abused yet?

Going real unsubtle here: Everything about Michael shows off he has been abused in some way shape or form.

Michael wants to think he's being friendly for reals despite clearly having second thoughts due to Ennard.

Bro is desperate for a connection with someone.

Also

Pff.

Mike c'mon Bonnie's so sweet how could you- X'D

Few things: William doesn't "Let" Michael do things.

If it wasn't apparent he was controlling as hell before it sure is now.

Also Michael is embarrassed of his interests.

Also the locker:

Again we see an instance of Michael going by "Mike" as his locker literally just has a piece of paper tapped over it adding the rest of his name lmao.

Michael is used to being toyed around with that is sad.

Bonnie continues to be a sweetheart even when he's off screen. X'D

Mike attempts to relate to Michael's interests once again.

Also another instance of Bonnie lying his ass off about how close Michael and him are:

He knows Michael's locker combination and puts gifts in there lmao.

Mike clearly likes that plush a lot. Maybe he likes Chica a lot lmao. Who knows.

One thing to note:

If Michael's working day shifts and night shifts...when does he sleep?

Grant it, it isn't ALL THE TIME but still bro's sleep schedule must be OBLITERATED.

Oh hi giant floating head in the hallway you're stalking Michael too huh?

This is just two sides of someone's brain arguing with itself that the entire positive interaction they just had was terrible AND the other party hates them.

And that comparison only makes more sense down the road.

Yeah Michael you tell him. You don't need to take that from him.

Jeremy's a cool dude.

Also the fact the kids pay no mind to this argument is funny.

Also Ennard taking genuine offense to Jeremy being a better friend lmao. Anyone can be a better friend than Ennard. X'D

We hit the image limit but oh boy. So much joy in this update.

#Creations AU #fnaf creations au #fnaf au #fnaf comic #fnaf fanart #fnaf art #fnaf 1 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #mike schmidt #bonnie #freddy fazbear #fnaf 4 #fnaf 4 bullies #fnaf 4 cc #michael afton #micheal afton #fnaf 4 art #five nights at freddys

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munsonownsmyass · 9 months

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Michael Kinsella x reader

Authors note: I have been through the emotional ringer lately and after listening to a Hozier song today, I just felt I needed to put this down on paper.

Sometimes life is hard, but it's important not to lose hope.

Thank you to @e-dubbc11 for ensuring me that the first thing I've written in almost two months aren't shit. Love you hun ❤️

Warnings: Angsty, bad self image, a hopeless romantic feeling anything but love, hopeful endings, a smidge of fluff.

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I never really thought I was worth anything and so far, life hasn’t really showed me anything to prove me wrong. This is not a sob story where I go into detail about how my parents didn’t have time for me or how I didn’t have any friends growing up. I won’t force you to sit through pages upon pages of me telling you about my countless wrecked relationships, how I’ve been ghosted more than a haunted house or about all the times I’ve thought to myself ‘This is it. I’ve found it.’, just to be proven wrong again. To once again have my heart shattered.

I know deep down that the problem might be me. I mean, all these things do have me in common. Maybe I’m just not worth it? Maybe I should just move to a cabin in the woods, get a bunch of dogs and live happily ever after as an author, alone and content… Given that my books could even sell, that is…

You see, my problem is that I’ve always believed in true love. Happily ever after. That one day I’d look into the eyes of another and find the missing piece of my soul and finally feel like I belong somewhere for the first time in my life. But I’m starting to believe that true love only exists in fairytales and that it’s never going to happen to me. I remain hopeful, but I wouldn’t bet any money on me finding my one true love.

You know that one person you’d want to look at every night before you go to sleep and can’t wait to see again in the morning as the sun shines through the blinds, falling perfectly on their face. Don’t we all want that all-consuming ‘can’t live without each other’ love? I certainly do and I remain hopeful… Or I try to.

Cause what is life without hope? Would it even be worth getting up in the morning? I go to bed some nights not sure if I even want to wake up the next day, but I still wake each morning, lying to myself that it will get better. That today might be the day that everything changes.

Okay, before I start sounding like I’m a depressed little person, I would want to say you’ve caught me at a bad time. Just got ditched again after thinking he was the right guy. I had already started mentally moving into a little cottage where we could grow old together, but alas… I was again proven that some men are just dicks or that I’m the problem… And I really don’t want to think about the last one.

So yes. Right now, I could curse every single man to hell, but who am I kidding? Give me 5 minutes and I will look into the eyes of a new stranger and fall a little again. As Hozier sings ‘I fall in love just a little bit every day with someone new’, cause I’m weird like that. I always see the best in people, and I always imagine how they might be like, what kind of music they might listen and if they are a cat or dog person.

This is my fault, I’m sure. If I really have to think about it. I fall too easily. So I’ll try to stop. This time I’ve promised myself I will not even look at another guy again. I’m better of alone.

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So… It only lasted two days. I actually did manage to not even respond to that random dude who sled into the dm’s on my social media or the flirty guy at the counter as I hand him his coffee. I remained strong until he came in.

He’d been coming into the coffee shop for two months now, always the same solemn expression on his face. He’s always lost in thought, like there’s a million things going on in his mind. Whenever he comes in, I want to ask him what he’s thinking. What have caused him to have those haunted eyes so full of unspoken emotions. But I never do.

Today his pattern changes. He comes in, gives me that slight smile as he places his order and waits patiently for it go get done, but instead of going, he sits down in the corner. He’s always so quick to leave again, like he doesn’t want anyone to see him, yet today he sits there by the window, looking out.

He looks lost somehow, like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Like life hasn’t exactly treated him kindly either. He looks… almost like me. I know I should leave him alone, but I wonder if a small act of kindness from a stranger could lift that veil of sadness. If maybe I could make him smile. I bet he has a beautiful smile.

Damn. I’m doing it again. I should have learned by now not to fall so easily. Cursing under my breath, I try to work and not look at him, which proves hard. He is just so beautiful. Those expressive hazel eyes, his plump lips encircled by that full beard and the tattoos on his arms. And he probably has a nice body under that shirt, considering how it clings to- No… I got to stop this. This is the kind of thinking that always gets me in trouble.

As he gets up from his seat, I already start looking forward to the next time he comes in. Maybe he’ll stay again the next time? Maybe even stay a little longer, so I could conjure up some courage to talk to him? But to my surprise, he doesn’t walk to the door, but comes back to the counter.

“I-” He starts but stops again. His eyes find mine and I feel my heart skip a beat, like it always does when he looks at me. “I’ve been trying to get the courage to ask you out for over a month now.”

The small smile grows into a nervous one, but all I can think is what this man has to be nervous about. Surely, he must know I’d say yes in a heartbeat. Which was almost exactly what I blurt out. Thankfully it makes him smile wider and I was right. A very beautiful smile indeed. ´

“Fine, then. Tomorrow at 8.” He says with a smile and for the first time, it reaches his eyes. The small wrinkles and the shine in his hazel orbs make it impossible not to smile too.

“Tomorrow.” I confirm with a giggle, barely able to speak without stumbling over my words. On his way out he turns to me, giving me a little wave with the smile still adorning his beautiful face. Once he is out the door, it takes several minutes before my breathing is back to normal and my heart is done making backflips.

I have a date. A date with Michael. And in that moment, I don’t even care if he turns out like the others and leaves me broken. But something tells me he isn’t like the others. That this time it will be different, because… We have to keep hoping, right?

Maybe I could fall again… Just a little bit?

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pastelwitchling · 2 years

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If your still taking prompts could you write a fic where Michael find out that night in the shed was actually Alex first time too not just with him in general and he realizes how traumatizing that's as for Alex too

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“Favorite meal?”

“Seafood. Favorite movie?”

“The Dark Knight. Favorite movie character?”

“Han Solo.”

Michael scoffed. “Typical.”

“What?”

“Of course you’d pick the one with Harrison Ford.” He looked up from where he had his head on Alex’s shoulder. The two were lying opposite each other on the bed of Michael’s truck, the headlights the only light for miles as stars glittered overhead. They were naked, thin blankets draped across their hips, thick heavy ones laid out underneath them.

“Tell me honestly,” Michael said. “Do I need to be jealous?”

“You know how everyone has their sexual awakening?”

“Yeah, I do,” Michael said seriously. “My sexual awakening was my actual husband.”

Alex hummed. “Can’t relate.” Michael growled and Alex laughed. “You know I married you, right?” Michael continued to grumble, and Alex kissed his cheek. “My turn. Your first time.”

“Uhhh,” Michael shut his eyes. “Like, with a guy?”

“Screw you,” Alex grinned, “you know that’s not what I meant.”

Michael pursed his lips. He blushed. “Well . . .”

“Guerin,” he rolled his eyes. “I know your first time was with a girl.”

He huffed, shutting his eyes, and said the words quickly. “Fine, okay, Kylie Maeve.”

“Kylie Maeve?” Alex’s eyes widened, his smile absolutely infectious. “Like, head cheerleader, Kyle Maeve?”

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” he pressed the base of his palm to his eye. “Look, it was during junior year and we were both drunk after a football game and . . .” he shuddered. “Can we just talk about something else. Like your first time?”

Alex pursed his lips, and Michael nudged his jaw with his chin. “What, you thinking about how good it was?”

He hadn’t meant for the edge to pierce through his voice, but it must’ve because Alex’s smile widened. “Oh yeah,” he said in that low, gravelly voice that sent shivers down Michael’s spine. “It was the best.”

Michael picked his head up and growled, “That’s not funny, Manes . . .” he started, then saw the wicked glimmer in Alex’s eyes, his smile, and he fell back down. “Me? Wait, hold on,” he sat up, looking down at his husband. “Your first time was me?”

“We’re officially even on the sexual awakening thing.”

Michael’s shoulders fell. He wasn’t nearly as amused as Alex was. “You’re . . . please tell me you’re kidding. Tell me that time in the toolshed wasn’t your first.”

Alex looked unsurprised at his reaction. “You were my first, Guerin. I couldn’t have asked for a better one.”

“So your dad attacking us the second we got dressed,” Michael said mercilessly, “that’s your ideal first time? Alex, that’s . . . why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“I thought you knew,” he shrugged.

Michael swallowed thickly. “No,” he said quietly. “I didn’t.”

“You know what I think about when I remember my first time?” Alex said calmly. “I think of your voice in my ears.” He touched Michael’s naked thigh. “And your body. And you inside me.”

Michael exhaled shakily, catching Alex’s hand and tracing his fingers down his wrist, his forearm. “Alex.”

“I think of your sweat, and your smile, and your laugh at the end.”

“But . . .” But that shouldn’t be your first memory of us together, he thought but couldn’t say. You deserve so much better. You deserve a perfect first time.

As if hearing his thoughts, Alex’s smile softened and he sat up, straddling Michael’s lap and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. “I’m okay, beautiful,” he promised. “I was used to the violence then. I’m your first guy and you saw how that ended, shouldn’t you be the traumatized one?”

Michael ran his tongue over his lower lip, raising his hands up Alex’s smooth back. “I wouldn’t give up my first time with you for anything.”

Alex grinned, pressing their foreheads together. “Besides,” he said, “the sex was pretty epic.”

Michael chuckled, pressing his face to Alex’s shoulder and just hugging him tight. “Damn right it was,” he mumbled, and Alex laughed.

#alex manes #michael guerin #malex #malex fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #tyler blackburn #michael vlamis

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isthisimportant · 1 year

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Frustration

Pairing: Dean X Castiel

A/N: Rewatched season 5. Felt things. Wrote this.

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Dean grunted against Cass' lips. He shifted his weight so he was somehow on top of the desk they were making out so heavily against. Bobby and Sam were asleep but they were right in the next room. "Cass," he mumbled in between kisses, "maybe you wanna zap us someplace else?" Castiel merely grunted in response and tugged on Dean's shirt.

"Stop talking, Dean. I need to concentrate."

"Oh, yo-" Dean's sarcastic comment was cut off by the other snagging his bottom lip with their own.

They were just talking. Just talking. Something about the world ending. Not having any way to stop Michael and Lucifer's showdown. Dean being ready to accept Michael. But Cass wasn't having any of that. He was mad. He was frustrated. After all of the things he had done. He had risked. He had sacrificed. Dean was ready to throw it all away just because some old man in a wheelchair told him he was dead inside. And that he couldn't win. Why was Dean Winchester taking the words of that old man more seriously than the promise and sacrifice Castiel was offering him?

He had slammed Dean against the wall, threatening him with assault if he even thought about calling Michael. "I can read your mind, Dean. I hope you know that." He warned him.

Dean had smirked in response. "There's no hiding anything from you is there, big guy?" It was an empty flirt. He hadn't meant anything by it.

But Castiel took it seriously. "No. There isn't. Not even your darkest desires escape me, Dean." He walked towards the other menacingly, eyes that were usually bright blue, now grey, owing to the lack of light; fixated on Dean's forever green ones. "I see through you, Dean. I see through all of your masks and layers. I see inside you." He was merely inches away from Dean, having backed him into the desk.

Dean gulped, visibly a little uncomfortable. "Yeah okay, Sherlock, back off." He tried to make it sound threatening. But it came out too soft and needy. His eyes flitted to Cass' lips. Only for a second.

"Don't think I didn't catch that. I've noticed the way you look at me, Dean. I told you. I can read minds."

"What's that supposed to mean-" Dean was cut off by Castiel pressing his lips rather forcefully to Dean's. He slammed his hands on the desk behind them for support. Dean was trapped and he had no way of defending himself, except, to fight back.

And fight he did. At first, he was confused. Scared. Unsure. Cass was kissing him. A guy. But he, liked it? It felt good. Better, even, than most kisses he's had. He's never felt such strength in a kiss before. It only made him want to reciprocate. So, he mustered up all his force and thrust it into this.

They had been kissing for almost forever. It was like a new addiction. The first time you try something that you just couldn't let go of. Dean was addicted to Cass' lips. He didn't care how chapped they got. It was like he was tasting something he'd been denied his whole life. It was fast and alluring. He never wanted to stop. He never wanted Cass to remove his hands that had grabbed his waist. He never wanted to stop tousling Cass' hair with his.

It was dark and private and intimate. Just the two of them. There was no one else in the world, let alone in that room. He was enveloped in Cass' being. Every sense of his was suffocated. He was thirsty and this was better than drink. Cass' tongue on his quenched a deep thirst and hunger he'd had for a long time. Almost eternity.

The lights came on with a clearing off a throat. Dean's eyes pried open and his pupils dilated, despite the sudden brightness in the atmosphere. He could sense his brother's eyes boring into the side of his skull.

"Dean", Sam's voice came, uncertain. Castiel pulled apart abruptly but still held his face as close to Dean's as possible. He wasn't done. But neither was Dean.

"Uh... Bobby's got something. If you two wanna..." Dean could feel Sam's uneasiness.

"Yeah, just... give us a minute, Sam." Dean whispered, his voice coarse and low. Sam nodded and left, not before closing the door.

"Cass, we should..", Dean began, only to be cut off, yet again, by Castiel kissing him.

"You frustrate me so, Dean Winchester."

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Copycat

Pairing: Myers!Eddie x GN!Reader

Summary: Eight years after the Myers murders in Haddonfield, a copycat shows up in Hawkins.

Warnings: Dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, mentions of someone being stabbed, smut, angst (no happy ending i'm afraid), eddie dies (i'm so sorry).

A/N: So I apologise in advance for what you're about to read. Apology fluff coming soon!

Word Count: 2.6K

Chills crawled up your spine as you stared at the television, the all too familiar story of Michael Myers flashing across the screen. It had been eight years since the murders. You were ten when it happened. You remember your mother going out of her mind, vowing to never let you go out on Halloween from that point on.

For eight years there had been no mention of the boogeyman that terrorised the town of Haddonfield...until now.

You listened closely to the reporter on the screen, absorbing every detail of the crime that had been committed right here in Hawkins.

"It appears a copycat has arrived in Hawkins. The suspect has already brutally attacked two people, both victims were pronounced dead at the scene. We have no idea who this masked murderer is, but if he's anything like Michael Myers, then we better act fast."

You shuddered at the thought of a potential serial killer on the loose, immediately reaching for the phone to call your boyfriend Eddie. If there was another Michael Myers out there, you wanted to make sure he was safe.

He picked up after the second ring, his muffled voice coming through the speaker. "Hello?"

"Are you home?" You asked, your eyes flicking to the window in the direction of Eddie's trailer.

"Uh, yeah I'm home. What's up?"

You hesitated, your words dying in your throat as you glanced back towards the television.

"You want me to come over?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"If you don't mind." You answered, your chest becoming heavy as you waited for his reply.

"I'll be over in a sec." He simply said before hanging up, leaving you in silence once again, the only sound coming from the television.

And then within seconds, just like he said, Eddie was poking his head around your front door. He smiled once he spotted you on the couch, quickly making his way over to you before slumping down in the space next to you.

"Have you seen the news?" You immediately asked, causing his brows to pull together in confusion as he shook his head. "Remember that guy, Michael Myers?"

He nodded then, his eyes lighting up with recognition as he listened to you.

"Well there's some guy dressed up as him in Hawkins." You explained, your heart beginning to beat faster in your chest as you talked. "He's killing people, Eds."

"Well you don't have to worry." He simply said, smiling at you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. "You got me to protect you."

"I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you." You gave him a look that told him exactly what was going through your mind. It was no secret to people that Eddie was a dealer, but because of the nature of what he did, he had to carry it out in a fairly secluded area. And with a killer on the loose, that scared the shit out of you, the thought of your boyfriend out there alone, vulnerable to anyone that might want to harm him.

He simply squeezed you a little tighter, silently letting you know that he understood why you were worried. And you snuggled closer to him, pressing your cheek against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.

"Just...be careful. Okay?" You said quietly, your fingers delicately tracing the design on his Hellfire shirt.

"I'll be careful. I promise."

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

There was a new sense of dread in the air as you walked to school the next day, parents practically glued to their children's sides as they walked them right up to the doors. People were scared, they had every right to be.

There had been no more reported murders since last night, but tonight was Halloween Night, which meant that if this killer really was following in Michael's footsteps, then he would likely strike again.

You felt like you were holding your breath as you navigated through the crowds of people in search of your locker. It was like ever since seeing last night's news, your mind had been plagued by an immense amount of fear. The police had no idea who this killer could be, which meant that right now, everyone was a suspect. Hell, as stupid as it sounded, Eddie could be the killer for all you knew.

You tried to calm your racing heart as you stared into your locker, hesitant to retrieve your things. You had half a mind to just go home, although you weren't sure you'd be any safer there than you were here.

Your heart jumped into your throat however when you felt someone's hands suddenly land on your shoulders.

"Hey, sweetheart, it's only me." Eddie chuckled, grinning at you as you turned to face him. "You think it was Michael Myers comin' to get ya?"

"That's not funny." You sighed, shoving him in the chest.

"I know, I'm sorry. But you know you're safe from this guy right?"

You shot him a look of confusion, urging him to elaborate.

"Michael Myers kills babysitters." He explained, pointing a finger at you. "You hate babysitting."

"Yeah, well this isn't Michael Myers. Any one of us could be next."

He stared at you for a second then, appearing to be thinking about something, before his lips twitched up into a smile. "How about you come over to mine tonight? We can watch a movie or something."

"That'd be nice."

"Yeah?" He grinned, his eyes alight with excitement as he stared down at you.

You nodded. "Yeah."

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

"Eds." You groaned, attempting to keep your attention fixed on the movie as he leaned closer to you on the couch, his lips slowly trailing down your neck. "What about the movie?"

"What?" He chuckled against your skin, making you shudder. "Don't you like this?"

"Yeah, I do, you know I do." You sighed, letting your shoulders sag as Eddie continued to leave kisses along your skin. "It's just...never mind."

He pulled back then, looking down at you with a serious expression on his face. "No, what's wrong? Talk to me."

"Well..." You hesitated before continuing with what you were going to say, because you knew how ridiculous it would sound. "In horror movies, there are always rules to surviving, ya know?"

Eddie chuckled, staring at you in amusement. "Okay...what rules?"

"Well for one, you can never have sex."

"So you think if we have sex right now then Myers is gonna get ya?" He asked, still grinning at you.

"Well...no, I...it's just-"

You were immediately cut off when Eddie leaned back down, re-attaching his lips to your neck, causing a tiny gasp to escape your lips.

"Nothing bad's gonna happen to you." He assured you, his fingers already slipping beneath the hem of your t-shirt, waiting for you to give him permission to take the clothing off. "I promise."

You released a quiet breath then, simply nodding before he carefully lifted your t-shirt over your head, pressing a gentle kiss to your collar bone as he fumbled with the clasp of your bra.

You knew you could trust Eddie, and you were just being paranoid, but you found it hard to take your mind off of it even now. When the first murders happened eight years ago, it was hours away from Hawkins, so it was easier to forget it was happening. But this killer was here, in the town where you lived, where your family lived, which was what made it all the more real.

You were pulled away from your troubling thoughts when Eddie finally managed to unclasp your bra, his mouth immediately closing over your nipple, sucking gently on the sensitive skin as you groaned.

Maybe you wouldn't be able to forget about the murders completely, but you could forget about them for now. Right now, you just wanted to focus on Eddie, and the fact that he was making you so wet with only his mouth on your chest.

You closed your eyes, lifting your hand to rest on the back of his head, your fingers tangling in his hair as he dragged his tongue over your nipple, making you arch into him from the contact.

He mumbled against your chest then, his hands snaking around to grip your ass. "Let's take this to the bedroom."

-:-:-:-:-:-:-

Your eyes were still closed as you clung to Eddie's shoulders, both of you remaining exactly where you were with him inside of you, as you tried to catch your breaths. Neither of you had lasted long when you made it to his bedroom. You'd gotten each other so worked up that the second he was inside you, his cock dragging along your slick walls, you were already just minutes away from release.

And when you came together, it was like fire was coursing through your veins, pleasure seeming to overwhelm you as you clung to him. Now, you were lying naked together with him on top of you, the sound of your heavy breathing filling the room.

"That was amazing." Eddie groaned into your neck before lifting up and slipping out of you.

You opened your eyes then, smiling as you watched him cross the room as he headed towards the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go take a shower." He informed you, a grin forming on his lips as he gave you a suggestive look. "Join me?"

"Be there in a sec!" You called to him, getting up and quickly pulling one of his t-shirts over your head. You needed a moment to gather yourself before joining him in the shower.

But as you looked around the room absently, shock was quick to take hold of you when you caught a glimpse of a familiar mask on his nightstand. You hadn't even noticed it. How could you not notice it?

Your breath seemed to get stuck in your throat as you kept your gaze fixed on his nightstand, the cold, dead eyes of Michael Myers staring back at you.

But as you stared at the mask, all you could think was why? Why Eddie? Why sweet, considerate Eddie? He was the nicest person you knew, your favourite person. He couldn't be capable of something like that. Eddie would never hurt anyone, so why were you face to face with the evidence that proved he had?

"Are you ever gonna join me?" Eddie's voice suddenly spoke from behind you, making you flinch. "(y/n)?"

You didn't turn to face him, you simply remained with your back to him as silence pressed in over you.

And he must've noticed what had you so stunned, because he let out a low chuckle. "Shit...so I guess that cat's out the bag."

He didn't even sound remorseful.

"Why?" was all you could say as you kept your back to him, too frightened to turn around and look him in the eyes, for fear of the evil that would likely reside there.

"Honestly? I kinda wanted to know what it'd be like to become a legend, ya know? Like a scary story you tell around a camp fire." He almost sounded excited as he said that. "You know I'd never hurt you though, right?"

You swore you felt your heart shatter right there in your chest when he said that, because he was still sweet, considerate Eddie, but only for you, not for the innocent people he killed.

"You're insane." You breathed out, your whole body trembling as you continued to stare at the mask. "You're fucking crazy."

"What? No, no I'm...I'm not crazy." He stuttered, hurt lacing his words as he spoke. "Please don't say that."

You turned around then, tears wetting your cheeks as you looked at him. He looked as hurt as he sounded, like you just told him the worst possible thing he could've heard.

He stepped towards you then, his expression saddening even further when you backed away from him. But what did he expect? You weren't exactly going to just be okay with the fact that he was clearly on his way to becoming a serial killer.

"How can you not understand what you did?" You choked out, your heart aching. "You killed people. Real fucking people."

He shook his head then, desperation in his eyes as he pleaded with you. "But...I wouldn't have hurt you."

"That doesn't matter Eddie. You killed people, innocent people." You paused for a moment then before realisation hit you. "Were you gonna go out again tonight?"

He shrugged. "Well it is Halloween."

"Oh my god." You whispered, tears still escaping your eyes as you lifted your trembling hands to clutch your head.

Eddie tried to approach you again but you only backed away from him, both of you circling around the room until you were able to slip out into the kitchen.

Not sure what to do next, you found yourself rummaging around a drawer, retrieving a knife. Because even though he said he wouldn't hurt you, you still wanted to be able to defend yourself just in case.

Eddie appeared in the kitchen now, startling you, but you kept on talking, trying desperately to keep your voice steady. "Look, we can get you help, okay? We can...we can go to the hospital right now...and we can get you help."

"No." He said, shaking his head, seemingly agitated as he made another attempt to step towards you. "I don't need help. I just need you to understand, okay?"

"What is there to understand?"

"Just...put the knife down, and I can explain. We can talk."

You just shook your head at him, your vision blurred as tears continued to spill from your eyes.

"Please...don't be scared of me." He suddenly said, finally registering your shaken state. "I can't take it if you're scared of me."

"I'm...I'm not scared of you." You lied, your voice trembling as you spoke. "But you need help, Eds."

The familiar nickname seemed to spark something in him then, the hurt lifting from his eyes momentarily as he stepped towards you.

But before he could reach you, you felt the knife push back in your still outstretched hand, the sinister pressure of the blade puncturing skin making you suddenly sick to your stomach.

Eddie's eyes went wide, his mouth hanging open in shock. And when you looked down, the knife was buried in his stomach, blood pooling around the blade as it trickled down his skin, red staining the towel that was around his waist. And when you looked back up, blood was already spilling over his bottom lip, and he was choking as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

You let go of the knife, leaving it lodged in his body. And when he began to sink to the ground, you desperately wrapped your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head on your lap as you panicked.

"Eddie? Eddie, look at me, it's okay. I'm gonna get you help, okay? You're gonna be fine." Except you weren't sure that was true. His face was already ashen as he stared up at you, his lips pulling up into a peaceful smile.

You smiled softly down at him, your fingers coming to stroke his cheek in an attempt to soothe him. And when he finally closed his eyes, you leaned down to press a gentle kiss to his lips, the taste of copper invading your mouth.

"I'm sorry, Eds." You said quietly to him, as you rocked his body against you on the cold kitchen floor.

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CHAPTER 3. BEFORE WE START

❝Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.❞

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TEN MONTHS LATER...

"Don't forget our lesson after you finish the exam! You still haven't mastered the grapevines yet." The sound of your mother's worried voice filled your head as you scrambled to get dressed.

"O-okay Ma!"

Spending all night thinking of ways to get out of the exam, you finally settled on "accidentally" sleeping in.

That was until halfway falling back asleep after cutting off the alarm, you remembered you were supposed to meet up with Izuku.

And knowing him, he would most definitely wait the entire time (and end up missing the exam).

Hence your frantic movements.

Racing down the stairs, you send a glance towards the wall and release a sigh of relief. 'Enough time to spare...'

"Alright, mom and dad!" A look of satisfaction crosses your features when feeling your blood bag -which you prefer to call juice pack- and a pouch of various fruit seeds in your skirt's pockets, "I'm on my way out!"

"Are you sure you're not hungry? Do you need a sweater? Ah! Let me at least brush your hair before you g—"

You cut her off with a kiss on the cheek, running over to do the same to your dad. "I've got a juice pack with me, no thanks I'm not cold, and you can brush it once I get back I promise. Love you guys, bye!"

"You're gonna ace this sweetie, so don't worry too much!"

"No matter what happens, we'll be proud."

Even if you don't care about passing or not, hearing your parents' encouraging words still brought a smile to your face.

Speed walking all the way to your designated spot, you catch a glimpse of fluffy green hair.

A mischievous grin pulls at your lips. Taking a deep breath, you let out a scream as you charge towards your unknowing victim.

"Zukiiiiiiiiiiii!"

Izkuku tenses, head quickly turning around in time to be met with your chest as you jump on him.

He instinctively catches you by the back of your thighs causing your brows to raise at the new development.

Speaking of such new developments, you notice something different about him...

"Hmm, Zuki. Have you been working out?"

Your hands travel along the sides of his arms as he continues to hold you, kneading into the muscled biceps in fascination. 'How the hell did he get this?!'

The feeling of your touch makes Izuku realize the compromised position you two were in.

As in him holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist and chest still pushed into his face.

A position that is often associated with lovers.

His hands tighten their grip on your thighs, his face going completely red to the ears.

"__-____!!"

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Stepping foot on campus, you had to admit it was way better in person.

You could feel the sparkles emitting from Izuku's eyes as he stood next to you while staring at the building of UA.

Giving him a side-glance, you see the determination on his face as if he was monologuing. (Wouldn't be the first time)

'Right!' You look forward with determination of your own, hands balled up into fists. 'Since Plan A: Oversleep went bust, time for a new one!'

Both taking a step forward, you suddenly feel your world tilt. "Huh?!"

You were falling?

B-but how?!

You could've sworn your shoelaces were tied. Izuku you can understand, but you?

And just as quick as you were falling, you stopped, hovering at a leaned angle that even Michael Jackson would envy.

"Are you alright?" The scent of roses engulfed you as a soft voice entered your ears.

Moving your head, you see a short brown-haired girl standing in between you and Izuku, hand placed on the small of your back while the other placed on his backpack.

She grips the back of your shirt and Izuku's backpack before settling you back on your feet.

"It's my quirk!" She gives a sheepish grin while rubbing the back of her head, "Sorry for using it without asking..."

"N-no it's okay," You stumble over your words with a sheepish grin of your own.

She stares at you for a moment, eyes slowly growing wider as each second passes. "Wow! You're really pretty! Are those flowers real? Matter of fact, you smell really good too!"

She leans closer to your neck and takes a sniff. "Mmm, orange perhaps? No...nectarine!"

Your face heats up at the action with a quiet eep! Never had someone your age (other than Izuku) been this close to you. '...it this how Zuki feels whenever I get close?'

You send a quick look to the aforementioned boy only to see him with a weird constipated look on his face.

Luckily, the girl notices the sight of your startled face and takes a giant step back as she lets out a sputter of flustered apologies.

"I-its fine, really! Um here..." You shyly take one of the pink flowers out of your hair and place it behind her ear. "As a token of thank you."

You avoid her gaze and move closer to the still stiff Izuku.

It's funny how bold you are when it comes to protecting the ones you love, but in the presence of new people, you immediately shy away.

Getting over her internal shock, a pink flush coats her cheeks before shaking it away with a bright smile. "T-thank you! L-let's do our best! Hopefully, we'll meet again. And you too, whoever you are!"

As the girl walked away, you see your bestfriend sporting a weird but proud smile.

"What's gotten you so happy?!"

"Someone just talked to me! And it wasn't for threats or bullying!"

'But you just stood there the entire time' You sweat dropped at his overexcitement.

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The inside was just a beautiful as the outside; the ceiling lights flashed on revealing a large screen displaying the school's logo.

All the participants for the exam sat wherever they wanted.

Fortunately, you snagged a seat next to Izuku. You send a warm smile making him flush in response.

The sound of the empty seat on the other side of you being taken made you turn to greet them.

Your smile swiftly drops as you recognize the person to be the one and only Bakugo Katsuki.

"Ah..." You quickly force a polite grin, "hello Bakugo. And how are you this fine morning?"

The blonde's head whips toward your direction, snarl already appearing, especially once spotting Izuku next to you.

Bad enough he's sitting next to you, but Deku, the quirkless nobody too?!

He immediately gets up to try to find another seat, unfortunately for the both of you, there weren't any left.

"Are you shitting me right now?!"

"What? You think I'm shiting rainbows and glitters from happiness? You ain't special spicey spike."

"Can it Bat-Bitch!"

"H-hey umm...guys? M-maybe it's best if we don't draw so much attention..."

"Shush!" "Shut the fuck up Deku!"

"Don't talk to Zuki like that you Bomberanian!"

"Hah?! Whaddya call me? I'll flame your ass!"

And so, there you were: seated in between a hotheaded Bakugo and a shaky Izuku.

What fun.

"Welcome to UA's practical exam!" Everyone flinches at the sudden loud appearance of the Pro-Hero Present Mic.

Even though you aren't much of a fan of hero work and such, you couldn't stop your inner fangirl at the sight of voice hero.

You've always enjoyed watching your parents slow-dance to the romantic songs he played during the breaks of his talk show every Friday night.

And when an occasional upbeat and catchy song popped up, it would result in the three of you dancing silly together.

"I'm your host Present Mic! Everybody say HEY!"

Your mouth trembles, voice wanting to come out but it refuses. That is until you realize no one else said anything either, which causes your eyes to narrow.

'Oh HELL no! Crippled anxiety or not, I refuse to leave one of my favs hanging'

Clenching your fists, you take a deep breath you scream at the top of your lungs. "HEY!!"

You try to pretend the heavyweight stares from the other examiners' doesn't bother you as your body shakes. 'Holy shit...why did I do that! I think...I think I'm about to die...meemaw is that you?'

Bakugo's eyes slightly widen at the sight of you paling. What the...why the hell is your soul leaving?

And why the FUCK is it playing the harp while it's ascending?!

He looks over expecting Izuku to panic and tend to you only to see the quirkless boy having a moment of his own, hands placed over his mouth as he gushes at the sight of the Pro-Hero.

"Oh for fucks sake!" Muttering under his breath, Bakugo grabs the tail of your soul and yanks it back down, stuffing it back inside your body.

"That's what I'm talking about! Whoever you are, you have my heart!"

The compliment caused you to spring back to life with a smile, skin returning to its original tone.

"Now let's talk about the guidelines for how this exam is gonna go! Are you ready?!"

"HELL YEAH!!" Too high over the moon from his previous statement, you ignore every single person looking at you.

Present Mic lets out a boisterous laugh. "As the application requirements state, you, my dear listeners, will be conducting a ten-minute mock battle inside a simulated urban area! Anything you will need to aid in this quest, bring along!"

Giving your pocket a little pat, the blood - ahem - juice pack and pouch of plant seeds move in response.

"After the presentation, you'll be directed to a specific battle center based on the card given to you beforehand! In other words, you won't be placed in the same area as your friends to prevent cheating/aided help!"

You take a peek at Izuku's card while he looks at yours. And just as the Pro Hero said, you both had different letters.

After a few minutes of Preset Mic explaining more about the obstacles and certain rules of the exam, silence follows signaling everyone understood.

"May I ask a question?!"

'Or not...' You deflate as a dark-haired boy stiffly stands up and began ranting about some mistake in the paper.

"And you with the green curly hair!" It wasn't until he pointed in your direction were you brought back to reality.

Izuku let out a shriek at being the center of attention.

"You've been muttering this whole time, it's distracting! If you're here on some pleasure trip, then I suggest you leave immediately!"

You began to snicker as the boy start to wave his arms in slight panic as he sputters out an apology.

Even though you dislike the fact your bestie was put on blast, you had to admit it's kinda funny when people get annoyed at his constant monologuing.

"And you! Girl with the flowers in her hair!" You freeze, slowly looking over to face the spectacled teen with a nervous smile. "Although your enthusiasm is welcomed, if you're going to recklessly let your soul run freely at just a simple glance of a Pro-Hero, then I suggest you also leave!"

"I-why the hell are you in my business exposing me like that! If you were actually focusing on Present Mic, you wouldn't have noticed me in the first place!" You snap at him as your face began to heat up.

"A-alright! Thank you examinee 7111!" Present Mic's voice brings your attention back to him.

"As he caught on, there is in fact a faux villain. However, even if defeated, you will not receive any points. There's one in every single center. Not impossible to defeat, but there's no reason to try! I recommend you listeners try to avoid it at all costs!"

Your eyes gleam once a new plan finally comes together.

"I see! As expected of UA! Thank you very much for the explanation!" 7111 gives a stiff nod before plopping into his seat.

"Presentation finished! Listeners, for your parting gift, I give you our school motto! As once stated by a hero of the past: A true hero is someone who overcomes misfortunes! Go beyond...plus ULTRA!!"

At his words, you walk out the room with Izuku, body thrumming in excitement for the day to be over.

Pulling the boy into a swift hug and peck on the cheek, you push him towards the doorway to his center station. "Do your best okay! And no matter what, I'll root for you Zuki! Be the hero you want to be!"

The poor boy could only give you a shaky thumbs up and disappear into the crowd of moving students.

Moving towards your own station, a look of determination is set on your face.

'Time for Plan B: Do the bare minimum and go after the faux villain with zero points to say at least I tried when I truly didn't to commence!'

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magnoliacharmed · 6 months

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...The Jerk Store Called!

18+, Billy Gunn x Shawn Michaels | Kevin Nash x Shawn Michaels one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Mentions of Bret x Shawn, fingering, unprotected sex, jealousy

Word count: 4078

Summary:

Shawn’s poorly thought out plan to put Billy in his place doesn’t work out the way he expects it to. —- Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown-haired man around to keep him happy. Big. Strong. Brown-haired. Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“His ass actually might be better than mine. Can you believe it? The one guy with an ass better than mine and they stick him in my group.”

Kevin wasn’t stupid. He knew bait when he heard it and what Shawn was saying about Billy Gunn was pure, 100% bait. Even over the phone he could hear the shift of his ex-boyfriend’s breathing in anticipation for soothing words. Of course, Kevin gave him what he so desperately craved.

“I promise you his ass isn’t better than yours, baby.”

Shawn sighed, sighed deeply in that pouty way Kevin missed from time to time. He’d said the right thing. He could tell by the way a lollipop began to click-clack against Shawn’s teeth in an attempt to calm himself down. Kevin shifted from side to side, readjusting his duffle bag on his shoulder while he looked for Scott and Sean amongst the crowd of people. Although it was always nice to catch up with Shawn, he didn’t want to spend every phone call appeasing and soothing his insecurities.

“I forgot how much I liked you calling me that, daddy.” Shawn’s voice lowered to a raspy whisper that was very familiar to Kevin’s ear. The airport was not a place he wanted to be turned on at, so he willed his dick into submission even though it wanted to jump at Shawn’s voice.

“Come on, don’t start. I gotta get on a plane in a few minutes.”

“Okay, okay I’m sorry. Just tell me one more time?”

“You’ve got the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”

“And the nicest one you've ever been inside of, right?” Shawn inhaled deeply over the line, leaving Kevin to imagine that he was probably palming himself through those fancy slacks McMahon was making him wear for the Commissioner job. Pervert.

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

Shawn smiled into the phone as he hung up. Kevin always managed to bring him back to earth when he was feeling on edge. The calls between the two had been more frequent ever since Bret left suddenly for WCW. It sent Shawn barreling down a dangerous path. A potent mix of anger, unchecked ego, and ball-aching horniness resulted in a snotty attitude and a tendency to fuck anything that moved. Now that he didn’t have a steady supply of sex and affection to keep him satisfied whenever he needed it, he lashed out whenever things weren’t going his way. Which seemed to be quite often.

So it wasn’t hard to imagine why he was so damn upset that Billy was now a member of D-Generation X. Kevin knew that as soon as Billy joined up with the group, Shawn would be calling his phone to complain about it. After lots of “uh-huhs” and “you’re rights” Shawn relaxed and left Kevin alone for a while. He then turned to Hunter to talk his ear off about it, to which Hunter at first appreciated and then came to dread. Billy was cool. But Shawn was Shawn . He didn’t understand why he constantly felt like he was going to get replaced.

“You just don’t get it, man.”

Hunter rolled his eyes. He didn’t understand what there was to get.

“You should see the way McMahon looks at him.” Shawn gritted out while they were driving to the next rinky-dink town for a show. “Looks at him the way he used to look at me.”

“God, give it a rest, Shawn. You’re only doing this because you haven’t been fucked in a while. Or haven’t done the fucking? I don’t know.”

Finally, for the first time in what felt like forever, Shawn was silent. He was fully stunned into not speaking. His mouth fell open at Hunter’s harsh, yet truthful words.

“Well are you gonna fuck me then?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not? I’m a good lay,” Shawn whined.

“Because despite being the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, you’re still a man and I don’t swing that way. Look, I know you’ve been kinda… upset. Ever since Bret left. And I know you’ve been a little sensitive about McMahon not clearing you to wrestle. But you can’t take it out on everyone else. It’s not our fault you’re so frustrated.”

Shawn huffed. Who asked him to play therapist?

“Billy is a nice guy. He’s taking the opportunities he’s being given, whatever they may be, just like you did a few years ago. He’s not trying to steal your limelight.”

“Fuck him.”

Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped into Shawn’s pretty little head.

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Billy thought that Shawn had the best ass he’d ever seen. It was perfectly toned but still soft enough that it jiggled when he hit the mat right. Plus he had that cute little tattoo on his cheek. After taking a peek at it in the showers one night, Billy couldn’t get him off his mind. From the rumors he’d heard, Shawn was a great fuck. Just from looking at him he could tell that he was. He had the kind of wide smile and annoyingly confident air about him that said You’ll fall in love after just one night.

At best, when Shawn came around Billy felt tolerated. At worst he felt iced out. The only thing keeping him afloat in DX besides his fun personality and good looks was Vince McMahon’s attention on him. He didn’t know what he did to gain so much favor from the boss but he sure was happy that he was getting it. Every time McMahon asked to speak to Billy, Shawn’s eyes squinted in envy.

“Why does Shawn always look at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like he hates my guts.”

Hunter shifted in his chair uncomfortably. He didn’t want to betray his best friend, but he also didn’t want to leave his stablemate in the dark. It was better to make Billy uncomfortable than to get on Shawn’s bad side, so the decision was made for him.

“I’m not sure. Don’t take it too personally.”

Billy tilted his head in confusion like a lost puppy, his sparkling blue eyes widening at the non-answer. Right there Hunter knew why Vince liked him so much and why Shawn felt so threatened. He was sweet and easygoing. He had an amazing body. He was cute. And he was blond. Billy was Shawn’s worst nightmare come to life.

Hunter sighed. “ If Shawn is mad at you— which he’s not— it’s not your fault. He’s got some… personal problems right now. Kinda frustrated with life. You didn’t hear that from me, though.” He pointed a finger sternly at Billy and left the room.

It wasn’t his fault! That was great news for Billy. It did lead him to a brick wall. If he wasn’t the reason for Shawn’s bad mood, what was? He did notice that he’d gotten a little fidgety in the weeks after Bret left the company. At first he believed it was because he no longer had a worthy rival to direct his negativity to. As Billy continued on he thought about the way he bounced off the walls when Kevin left too. Shawn was nothing but a little ball of energy when he didn’t have a big, strong, brown haired man around to keep him happy.

Big. Strong. Brown hair.

Well, Billy had two out of the three attributes.

“Hey, you seen Hunter?”

Shawn pushed directly into Billy’s personal space with zero regard. The world was his oyster after all. Anywhere he went he acted like he owned the place and ruled over the people in it. Billy didn’t really mind as long as it got him closer to Shawn.

“What?”

Shawn huffed impatiently and looked down hard on Billy. Stupid handsome face and sweet genuine smile. Billy’s long, tanned legs were stretched out below him. The tiny shorts he wore into the ring hugged his upper thighs tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. His ridiculous, gaudy belly button piercing burned a hole into Shawn’s vision. It glittered under the ugly dressing room lighting right into his eye. He hated to admit the gem situated in Billy’s navel got his blood flowing. It was trashy-cute, perfect for someone who called himself Mr. Ass.

“Hello? I asked if you’d seen Hunter?”

Billy didn’t want to give up Hunter, especially after he just risked his friendship with Shawn.

“No, sorry. Haven’t seen him in a little while.”

“Hmph. Whatever.”

Shawn continued to stare at Billy’s stomach. He started to wonder how his come would look covering the piercing. He had to get some release, and soon before he went really crazy.

“So… why’d you get the belly ring?”

“Oh, I just thought it’d look nice on me. What do you think?” Billy flicked at it then smiled innocently at Shawn.

“…It fits you.”

Shawn wanted to grind his teeth into powder at admitting that. It was hard lying to this puppy-dog of a person. Really, Shawn had a problem lying to anyone who was hot. It was why he continuously ended up getting himself in trouble with Bret and Kevin.

“Thanks!”

Shawn decided that tonight was the night he’d fuck that bright smile right off of Billy’s face. He was going to push his face into the covers, make him scream, make him cry, make him beg him to stop. Then he was going to come on his stomach and laugh in his face. He’d go back to his own room laughing the whole way at the dumb expression Billy would give him. Realizing that he was only being used for Shawn’s sexual relief, it’d destroy his self-esteem so badly that he’d figure he wouldn’t be able to do any better than the Heartbreak Kid. He’d be so down in the dumps that Vince would think he was pathetic and kill his push to be the champ. It was a good plan, a real two-for one. Guaranteed noncommittal sex and another chance on top of the card.

“Billy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna have sex with me tonight?”

Billy leaped up from his chair so fast his head spun. He was only a few inches taller than Shawn but still felt like he towered over him. It made Shawn feel smaller and less threatening to him, like he could pick him up and spin him around until he wasn’t so angry at the world any more. Shawn looked up at him with those piercing baby blues and his arms across his chest defensively. So cute. It was things like that that made Billy ignore Shawn’s less savory traits.

“Of course I do.”

“Perfect. I’ll come to your room later, okay? Be ready for me. Kick Jesse out for a couple hours. Actually, for the whole night.”

With that, Shawn turned to leave the room without a goodbye.

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Billy opened the door of his hotel room with more flourish than he wanted to. He couldn’t help it, he was just so excited. Shawn Michaels wanted to fuck him out of everyone else. He could get with anyone he wanted to and he chose him. Shawn’s long, wavy hair smelled like expensive, fresh shampoo and his pants were tailored perfectly. It was incredibly flattering that he wanted him. It took a lot for Billy to not jerk off before Shawn’s arrival. The only thing that kept him from doing it was that he wanted his first orgasm of the night to be on Shawn’s cock.

“You gonna let me in?”

Shawn watched Billy step aside to let him through. A slightly dingy carpet and tattered curtains showed that his room wasn’t as nice as Shawn’s. The petty zip of superiority that flashed through him at having superstar perks like a nice hotel room immediately boosted his confidence into the stratosphere.

“You look great, as usual.”

“I know.” Shawn turned to Billy to press against his chest. He raised his hand up to hook a finger under the elastic choker necklace surrounding Billy’s neck. Billy watched on silently as Shawn pulled at the necklace over and over like a toy, then pulled it as far as it could go without breaking to let it snap loudly against his skin.

“Ow.” Billy smiled down at him.

What a dope, Shawn thought. His dick betrayed him by hardening quickly at being so close to his group mate. There was still some residual glitter on his neck and arms from earlier in the night and he kind of smelled like… berries?

“Why do you smell like the inside of a Limited Too?”

“That’s the only place I could get body glitter from on short notice. One of the makeup girls bought it for me. They thought it’d be a bad look if I went in there myself.”

For some reason the image of Billy slathering fruit-scented glitter all over his shiny tanned chest made Shawn’s brain stop working for a second. Never in a million years would he have thought someone like Billy would ever make him this crazy. First of all, he was blond. Despite his own hair color Shawn did not prefer blonds. At least not long term. After Kevin went blond at WCW, Shawn found it easier to get over his former lover. That’s why it was hard for him to understand why Billy had such a strong physical effect on him.

“Hmm.” Shawn reached to lick a long stripe up Billy’s neck. Sadly the glitter was only berry scented and not berry flavored. The strong chemical taste that coated his tongue was worth it to see Billy shiver under him. “Get on the bed for me.”

Billy walked in a daze over to one of the double beds. It only took seconds for him to get completely naked. Shawn watched as his muscles rippled while he removed his shirt and pulled down his jeans. Then he finally saw it, the real star of the show as Billy crawled over the side of the bed for his lube: his ass. And what an ass it was. He was completely deserving of that stupid nickname.

Shawn stripped down almost fully, only leaving his expensive watch on. He needed something nice to look at when he was feeling down and couldn’t look at himself in the mirror. The way things were turning out, he was sure he was going to have a few moments of self-consciousness tonight. Billy flipped back onto his back and let Shawn once again invade his personal space by putting his face only inches away from his cock.

“Lube.”

Shawn stuck his hand out for the cold liquid. Billy squeezed quite a bit on Shawn’s fingers, then shut his eyes.

“What’s the matter, first time?” Shawn started to laugh, then immediately shut his mouth. It would be his luck that Billy had never had anything up his gorgeous ass before.

“No, not the first. It’s been a while. The last time was the first time… the only time.”

For some reason that answer upset Shawn more than if Billy said he was a virgin. Someone had unlimited access to him and didn’t take advantage of it? Also, did that mean McMahon wasn’t even fucking him? That he found hard to believe. Shawn suddenly felt both special and deflated. What was the point of all this? It wasn’t even a revenge fuck any more. That’s what made the whole thing fun… at first. Now he realized that he might have concocted this whole idea as an excuse to fuck Billy. Shit.

“Alright. You want me to be gentle, then?”

“No, that’s okay—“

“Great!” Shawn pushed his index and middle finger inside of Billy’s hole. It was not without some resistance and Billy’s hips bucking off the bed. Shawn was only able to fit up to his first knuckles as Billy clenched around him.

“You’re squirming a lot. I’m not even all the way in you yet.”

Billy let out a little hum and tried to keep his body glued to the mattress. It felt like a fever was rising in him the more Shawn continued to push, pleasure dancing across his brain roughly. His cock began to jerk around on its own volition when Shawn finally got both fingers completely inside of him. He forgot to pull them back out as he watched Billy leak and twitch so close to his face.

“Oh, right,” Shawn breathed while slowly exiting Billy. He twisted his fingers on reentry as much as he could but there was still so much clenching around him. If it was this tight around two fingers it’d be unbearable on his dick. Billy was already looking undone above him. If he thrusted into him one more time he’d come right there, which was the last thing either of them wanted. Even though Shawn’s fingers were close to being too much, Billy still groaned when he no longer felt them. Shawn missed the warmth of him too.

“Arch up for me.”

Unsteadily, Billy assumed the position. His ass was perfect, dammit. That was so infuriating. They couldn’t both have perfect asses. That was his thing. The only win he had over Billy was the tattoo that adorned his. He decided that it gave him character that set the two of them apart. Ha-ha, I win , he thought with an immature smugness.

Without another word, Shawn tried to push inside of Billy. He was still very, very tight. That was another reason why his ass was so perfect. It wasn’t all used up. Knowing that he was getting to it before Vince kicked him into gear. Billy said he didn’t want gentle, so he wasn’t getting gentle. A deep breath and nails digging into his hips was the only warning Billy got before Shawn shoved himself inside.

Billy had never been impaled before. He imagined this felt pretty similar. Maybe not as pleasurable. But the same kind of feeling. Shawn was all heat as he throbbed inside of him. It was kind of crazy how all it took was one push to suddenly feel whole as a person. Shawn stopped and steadied himself before he kept going. It just didn’t make sense how good this felt. How good Billy felt. Did he even know what he was doing to him?

“Shawn,” Billy whispered. He was unable to raise his voice any further. His brain wouldn’t allow him to make a louder noise. “Shawn…”

Shawn was feeling pretty destroyed himself. There was no way in hell he could let Billy see that. Even if in this state he was barely aware of himself and his surroundings. He forced himself to begin to thrust, slowly with as little stutter as he could manage. Billy’s breathing was shallow as he mumbled into the sheets. Every couple of strokes Shawn would hear Billy say his name so softly he wondered if he was dreaming it. He reached to grab Billy’s hair, pulling him enough to be able to look over and see his face.

He didn’t expect tears. Or drool. Or listless, rolling eyes shutting as soon as the chilled A/C air hit Billy’s slack face. It was a gorgeous sight to see. Shawn’s body started to shake as he pumped faster into Billy. He used his hair for purchase and balance while he fucked up into him with deep snaps of his hips. His red rimmed wet eyes fluttered open and reminded Shawn of an old, beautiful painting.

“How does it feel? How do I feel inside you, Billy?”

Shawn’s rough accent breathing into his ear was too much for Billy to take at the moment. He always thought it was the sexiest thing about him, that hard voice coming from a pretty boy. Never in a million years did he think he’d hear that same deep timbre asking him how good he was fucking him. All Billy could do was nod, a slow dumb movement that made Shawn feel incredibly good about himself.

“Answer me, baby.”

“Perfect, Shawn. Keep going, please,” Billy scraped out.

“Say my name again.”

Shawn pushed right onto Billy's prostate while he whispered into his ear. It was getting close to cruel the way he continued to make Billy whimper. It may not have the screaming he so badly wanted to hear, but it was close enough. He was only trying to stave off his own orgasm. He had to make Billy come first. He knew he’d lose if he came before him, even though the only person keeping score in this silly game was himself. He let himself fully sink into Billy one last time and kept himself there to pulsate inside him. Shawn’s hand freed itself from his hair and down onto Billy’s neglected cock, the tip of it slick and dripping onto the comforter. It only took one shallow stroke of his rough hand to—

Billy was floating. He was falling down, down, down from heaven and the clouds high in the sky. All he could see was black as he fell back to reality. His face was back smushed into the tear soaked spot in the sheets he’d left earlier. Shawn was still inside of him. He let himself fall over when Billy did too. The weight of Shawn pressing down on him disappeared as soon as he was starting to really enjoy it. It was quickly replaced by an even better feeling, the warmth of Shawn’s come flooding out of his stretched and sensitive hole. Air hit his crack with a disorienting coolness as Shawn spread his cheeks open to watch his hole flutter and leak out his come.

Shawn lost. He didn’t do the one thing he wanted to do, leave his come all over Billy’s piercing. It wasn’t too late…

Billy gasped at feelings Shawn’s finger digging into him frantically. Shawn made a scooping sort of motion inside Billy to collect the little bit of semen left inside of him. His hip was grabbed harshly to turn him around face up to stare at the ceiling blissfully. A cold drip onto his navel made him crane his neck down watch Shawn drag his come covered finger all over his gem. It dulled into a disappointing, barely twinkling thing that Shawn Cheshire cat smiled at. Billy’s head plopped back on the bed softly, a weird heavy feeling spreading in his chest at Shawn’s mean-spirited joy.

As Billy started to wonder if he should regret what just happened, Shawn eagerly climbed on top of him to press a kiss that was so sweet on his lips he decided to push away the bad thoughts swirling in his head. Billy wrapped his arms around Shawn and squeezed him tight to roll them both onto their sides. Shawn drifted off to sleep quickly in his grasp while Billy made up his mind. He didn’t mind being used for sex. He’d just use Shawn for intimacy.

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“Wow, I’d never thought you’d get on top. What do you think about it?”

“Eh, it’s a lot of work. I’m too pretty for all that.”

“Right, you’re just supposed to lay there and look hot.”

“Duh. Billy’s ass might be worth the effort, though.”

Shawn could pretend all he wanted to, but Kevin knew when his old flame was feeling all sappy about a new love. He remembered the way he called him sounding high as a kite talking nonstop about Bret.

Kevin heard the familiar sound of a candy wrapper being opened over the line. If Shawn kept eating those lollipops his teeth were gonna fall out. It did make his kisses sweet in that artificial way Kevin came to enjoy. Once again, he was not going to let himself get hard in a public area. This time at least he was in a bar, a more appropriate place to have an obvious erection.

“I’m really happy for you. I’m sure DX is too ‘cause you’re not terrorizing them any more. Now since you’ve got a new boyfriend, will you leave me alone?”

Shawn thought for a minute on that one. No, he was never going to leave Kevin alone. They both knew that. They wouldn’t have it any other way. Billy was good about understanding and dealing with it. He had to because it was just another weird part about dating Shawn Michaels.

“You know you love hearing about it. I came so hard, Kevin. The only thing that would’ve made it better is if you were there. Hey, you think he’d let us tag team him?”

“Goodbye, Shawn.”

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