#so seeing the party just like. instantly shove aside any prior feelings they had and not even seem that banged up about it

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LONG POST AHEAD: YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

The fact that I’m making this a word document first I –

Anyway, so I mentioned last night I had finished my deconstruction/analysis of the infamous beach scene from The Karate Kid, and that I was going to post a more in-depth analysis of Johnny and Ali’s feelings throughout. As an added bonus, I will be doing this along with the feelings of Bobby Brown, Dutch, and Daniel LaRusso. This is Part One in a three-part series.

Johnny Lawrence

This is the first scene we ever see Johnny in; this is his introduction into the series. Now, to someone watching this scene for the first time, without any background information gathered from Johnny’s character throughout the assorted Karate Kid Universe (or as I like to call it the KKU – I’m probably not the only one but oh well. I hear a lot of the creators calling it the Miyagi-verse, but I feel like KKU encompasses things in a better way, but anyway, back to the point of this), a viewer would likely think that Johnny Lawrence is a bit of an asshole. I, though, am not one of those people – I have gone into this analysis with the prior knowledge of Johnny’s upbringing, this being a rewatch after having watched Cobra Kai a few weeks ago. And such prior knowledge comes in handy when it comes to discussing these characters, especially Johnny Lawrence.

For some quick context information before I begin to discuss Johnny’s feelings in depth; Johnny Lawrence and Ali Mills had been together for two years prior to this scene, from the summer of 1982 to the summer of 1984. Recently, Ali has broken up with Johnny, due to the fact that, instead of attending her birthday party, he got drunk with his friends at a bar, henceforth forgetting about the birthday. What is important to note here though, before I continue, is that Johnny did not have any intention hurting Ali in such a way, as evidenced by his persistence to talk to her and set things straight, and, at the end of the day, ultimately be her boyfriend again. We also know that Ali was Johnny’s most trusted person in his life at that point, aside from his mother, Laura, and having that suddenly be ripped away, especially considering the fact that it was and is hard for him to make good relationships with anyone due to his history of being abused by family and manipulated by Kreese, would have caused him a great amount of pain and upset, something I can understand on a personal level, as Johnny and I are quite similar in character and the fact that we both share people-related trauma (at varying levels though, his being much more extreme than mine). I know from experience that it is one of the most painful, stressful, anxiety-inducing things to have someone you’ve shared so much of your guarded life with be taken from you all of a sudden, in whatever way you interpret taken to be.

So, the moment Johnny steps, or rather rides, on screen, we know what he is feeling; hurt, upset, scared. That being said, he is also feeling a sense of determination and assuredness, evidenced by the fact that he believes wholeheartedly that he and Ali will talk, and that he will be able to set things straight. This, of course, all comes crashing down when Tommy points Johnny’s focus to the scene unfolding on the beach; some stranger is down there, touching Ali’s arms as the two laugh and smile, before the two fall backwards, one on top of the other. This causes Johnny to feel anger, and I am going to argue here that it is less anger towards this stranger, but more so towards himself; he was too late, and that was his fault.

And the reason I say that this anger was more so directed to himself is because of his behaviour once he and his friends arrive at the beach; he is civil towards Ali, and, even though he knew this stranger was lurking not far away, he was not seeking him out. As Johnny himself states later in the scene, all he wanted to do was talk. Those were his only intentions coming to the beach, no more and no less.

The first thing Johnny does when talking to Ali then, on the beach, is kneeling down in front of her, so that they can be eye-to-eye, and I find this important to note as doing such a thing makes Johnny vulnerable. From someone like him (at least, for the people that have never seen anything in the KKU), one would expect that Johnny would stand while talking to Ali, who is sitting, as this is an intimidation tactic. But he does not, because he does not intend to scare Ali in any way – that’s one of the last things he wants to do – all he wants to do is talk.

In response to Johnny, who has spoken in a neutral tone to Ali when asking to speak to her, Ali is instantly aggressive in tone, telling him that they’ve already been through this, which in turn tells us that they have already talked before, or at least Ali may have (because from this scene alone I am inclined to believe that Ali wouldn’t have been inclined to hear Johnny out the first time, instead just letting her own feelings out and setting them on the table). Asking a second time to talk to Ali then, tone still neutral, Johnny then also turns Ali’s radio off in an attempt to get her to listen to him. Some may argue that this was bad behaviour on his part, but I disagree – he’s still being civil, he hasn’t shown any hint of aggression, again, that isn’t his intention. All he’s trying to do is get Ali’s attention in the nicest way he can, and since just talking to her isn’t working, maybe turning off the radio will.

At this point you’re also probably wondering why Johnny didn’t just leave by this point in time, but in this case one must remember, by nature, Johnny is a very stubborn person, and when his mind is set on doing something, he’ll keep trying until that something gets done (something I can once again relate to, as my personality is the same). It should also be noted that Ali, again, is a very important figure in his life, and he has hurt her, so all he wants to do now is try and make her feel better, or at least to try and fix what he ruined.

In response to Johnny turning the radio off, Ali turns it on again – she is quite set on not talking to him – and it is at this point, Johnny having been ignored in such a way, Johnny stands and takes the radio from Ali, turning it off again. It is then when his mood turns, although, again, upset at being ignored in such a way as he now feels, he is still relatively civil. He does not shout at Ali when he speaks to her again; yes his tone is a little more aggressive, but he refuses to raise his voice at her.

And while we’re here I would also like to quickly discuss the feelings running through Johnny’s head, the main feeling at this point, not being anger, but pain. He’s spent much of his life being ignored by people, being ignored and shunned and turned away, and such a thing takes its toll on the mind. Of course, by now, he’s probably more or less used to it, but in saying that it’s obvious he was also used to Ali always being open to listen to him – after all, as Johnny later says in Cobra Kai, Ali was the only person he ever fully let his guard down on – and her suddenly ignoring him as harshly as she is, would be causing him to feel a lot of pain.

Another thing that only escalates this pain, and brings forward a deep feeling of mistrust, is what happens next; Ali promises that she will talk to Johnny if he returns the radio to her, so he does, he returns the radio to her. She, though, backs out of her promise, instead turning the radio back on and ignoring him again.

It says a lot about Johnny’s character and his relationship with Ali when it comes to how he gave the radio back like that; once again, he doesn’t mean harm, he just wants to talk, and this only re-establishes that fact. But her ignoring him again, and breaking her promise, as I stated before, just goes on to increase the feeling of hurt, dismantle any feeling of hope he may have felt when Ali made that promise, and unearths a feeling of mistrust. And that feeling of pain and mistrust is important and plays a big role in Johnny’s next actions.

This time Johnny takes the radio and throws it on the ground in frustration. This is when he becomes very much uncivil. But bad as his actions are here, I can understand them completely. Aside from all the emotions he’s feeling at the moment, we also need to remember that Johnny doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions in a positive way.

Throughout his childhood he hid them, his anger, his tears, his pain, due to the consistent abuse handed down to him by Sid, and this worsens upon reaching his preteen years, as that is when he joins Cobra Kai and that is when Kreese gets a hold of him, and that is when Kreese begins his manipulations; reinforcing that tears are a sign of weakness, that talking about how you feel is a sign of weakness. This is when Johnny also learns that the only way to deal with his frustrations is in a physical manner – he learns that he needs to hurt others so they can feel his pain too, and so he can feel at least a little better than before (but not really better, because we all know, on the inside, this pain Johnny causes others only gives him a sense of regret because, at his core, he is a good person that bad things have happened to (yes I just used a Sirius Black quote, fight me, uwu). He knows what he is doing his wrong. But he doesn’t know how to stop it).

This is the moment then when Daniel enters the scene. But note, that Johnny does not attack Daniel as soon as he sees him; he gives him a word of warning, telling him to not touch the radio. Even when Daniel does pick up the radio all Johnny does is take it from him and question, in a teasing manner, if he’s deaf. Following that, he then shoves the radio in Daniel’s chest, which causes him to lose his footing and fall on his back. It is from this point on where Johnny thinks of Daniel as a threat.

And again, we can understand why; his emotions are already heighted and raw, and Daniel entering the scene frankly just made those emotions even more raw, if such a thing is possible. Again, Johnny never intended to go after Daniel (his intentions were simply to talk to Ali), but the moment Daniel arrived to the scene, that acted as an invitation for Johnny to let his feelings out on Daniel. Because now he also realises, or at the very least assumes, that Daniel is the problem; he’s now standing in the way of Johnny and Ali, figuratively and literally.

Following this, Daniel then runs to swing at Johnny, and once again, what Johnny does next is very telling of his true personality; Johnny trips Daniel. He goes completely backward on the motto that has constantly been playing in his head (strike first, strike hard, no mercy), and instead does not strike first or hard, and he shows mercy. A second time, Daniel runs at Johnny, and again all Johnny does his trip him.

It is only when Freddy’s gang and Johnny’s gang begin egging the two on, when Johnny makes a move, but for close watchers, it is Daniel who leans into striking first. While it is true he didn’t actually hit or kick Johnny first, he did make the motion to do such a thing, and in response Johnny fought back.

Now, I will say, it was a bit too much, the degree at which Johnny fought back, and it was absolutely wrong of Johnny to be so aggressive towards an amateur, not even, but once again we can understand why he did it. Once again, emotions aside for the moment, he has been thrown into a setting here where he’s supposed to be committing to proper combat, and in his head, I can guarantee, the only thing in there other than how he feels are those teachings from Kreese. Strike First. Strike Hard. No Mercy.

Daniel now on the ground now, Johnny talks to Ali again, telling her this is her fault, and that all he wanted to do was talk. And as aggressively as he delivers that sentence, I believe behind there there is true pain in what he says; we know Johnny, at heart, is a good person, we know that he is going to regret what he’s done to Daniel whether that be sooner or later, and of course he’ll regret what he did to Ali’s radio, and we know that that regret is going to cause Johnny a lot of pain. Because he doesn’t necessarily mean to take his anger out like that, but he doesn’t know how to do it any other way.

For a second time Ali tells Johnny she will talk to him, granted he leaves Daniel alone, but this time Johnny turns down the offer; he doesn’t believe her anymore, not after her broken promise from a few minutes earlier. Following this then Johnny makes his way to Daniel. He delivers a light tease, but does not instigate another fight – again, it was not his intention to fight in the first place and I strongly believe he would have avoided it, if he and Daniel, especially Daniel, hadn’t been peer-pressured and egged on to the degree that they were. In anger, Daniel then stands and punches Johnny in the mouth. In response, Johnny kicks Daniel twice and punches him in the face.

Again, I will say, this is too much on Johnny’s part, but again, I can understand why he did it. He felt the need to defend himself, on top of the fact that he was struggling with all these internal emotions, and didn’t know of any other way to deal with them.

Following this Ali starts hitting Johnny in the chest, quite hard, but again telling of his character, he does not make to defend himself at all when she does this to him. He does though, in anger, say this is Ali’s fault, something again he will later come to regret, whereas she returns his sentiment, saying everything is his fault and questioning why he always has to fight. He does not provide an answer, instead leaving the beach then with a swear, driving over the radio and getting sand in Daniel’s face all the while.

We do not see Johnny again until school the next day.

This scene, to me, is the most telling of Johnny’s personality. This scene, along with the scenes at the All Valley Tournament at the end of the movie. He never intends to be bad, he never intends to misbehave. He just doesn’t understand how to deal with his emotions, due to a life of living with abuse, whether by family or by Kreese. His intentions, as I’ve mentioned throughout, were never to fight Daniel. They were just to talk to Ali. They were just to fix what he had broken.

Like I said before, Johnny Lawrence is not an inherently bad person. On the inside, he’s a good person, who bad things have happened to.

#johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #ali mills #freddy fernandez #cobra kai #karate kid #lawrusso #yes i have tagged this lawrusso because i feel as though this is very important lore #john kreese #he gets last tag cuz i don't like him

[niksixx]

Number 73

~Part 2!!! Read Part 1 first please!!!~ 

Requested: By many of you 

Pairing: Axl Rose x Female Reader 

Description: A continuation of part 1!! This fic takes place over the course of about two months. (It’s most likely unrealistic, but when is fanfiction ever real? This also has 2,634 words!!!! I got so carried away lmao ENJOY.) 

Warning: Some cursing and mentions of sex (no smut...yet)

A/N: R E B L O G :) 

*GIF is NOT mine. Found it on Google, so credit goes to the owner!* 

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“I knew he was an asshole, but fuck that’s cold.”

Nodding at your best friend, you bend down to take a sip of your lukewarm coffee, shrugging. It’s been two days since you last saw Axl. The douchebag was all you could think about; Not even the sex you’d had.

You couldn’t fully place the blame on him. You were naive to think you’d mean anything to him, changing anything between the two of you. Like he said, you were just number seventy-three.

“Was it good at least?”

You grin, fighting the urge to spill all the details. “Hate sex is always good, Y/B/F, but hate sex with Axl? Unbeatable.”

She chuckles. “How many girls do you think he’s fucked since you?”

You think for a moment. “Well, I was seventy-three, so I’d say he’s probably at about seventy-eight now. I’m not mad that he has a lot of sex. I’m pissed off that I let myself be used by a man that doesn’t care about me. I wish other girls could see that, too.”

Commitment wasn’t in Axl’s vocabulary. He simply couldn’t bring himself to be loyal. In the years that you’d known the Guns N’ Roses singer, he’d never been in a relationship. Girls were simply his playthings. They served no purpose to him other than pleasure.

Still, even with his mood swings and deplorable attitude, you couldn’t deny your attraction. But you’d think twice about letting the redhead anywhere near you or your body. You wouldn’t be vulnerable. Not again.

On the way home to your house, you drop off Y/B/F. Before she exits the car, she turns to you, the corners of her mouth raised in a smirk. “So what are you going to do about it?”

“About what?” You ask, fixing your sunglasses in the rearview mirror.

She gives you a look. “Duh, about Axl. He humiliated you. He fucked you and threw you aside like you were nothing. If I were you, I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.”

You drum your fingers on the steering wheel, gears turning in your head. She had a point. “What, like, I should get even?”

Y/B/F shakes her head, eyes wild, and smiles wide. “Oh no, honey. You’re not just going to get even. You’re going to beat him at his own damn game.”

~~~

“Y/N?” Steven yawns, scratching his head as you push past him into the GNR apartment. Glass bottles and cigarettes litter the floor from last night’s party, and the place reeks of alcohol, smoke, and sweat. “What are you doing here?” He follows your eyes to the floor, wincing. “Sorry, I actually just woke up. Axl and Duff started cleaning but they went out to get pizza for lunch.”

“That’s actually perfect,” You’ve been over the apartment plenty of times before, almost as if it’s your own. The boys needed to find their own respective places, though, as four out of the five were ready to settle down. Grabbing a trash bag, you help Steven clean up the rest of the mess. “Look, I need your help. I trust you the most.”

Steven snickers. “Oh, no. Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m not the most reliable.”

“Maybe not,” you say, hands firm on your hips. “But I trust you to keep your mouth shut.”

Steven groans, taking a deep breath before situating himself on the couch. He waves his hand, “Proceed.”

“You all know Axl and I can’t stand each other,” Steven laughs heartily and you shoot him a hard look. “And after a long few days of thinking, I decided that what I hate, even more than Axl, is being used.”

“Yeah, he told me about your little uh…” He makes a face. “I know you had sex, let’s put it that way. You were number seventy-three, he wrote it down.”

“I’m sure I was the topic of--wait,” You furrow your brows, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. “Did you say he wrote it down?”

Steven nods. “Of course he wrote it down. How else would he keep track of all the girls he’s fucked? All the names are in a little brown book under his bed.” Steven’s eyes go wide, realizing his mistake. “I definitely shouldn’t have said that.”

Before Steven can react, you run down the hall and into Axl’s room, rummaging under his bed before your fingers graze a leather cover. You pull it out and flip to the most recent page, and there scribbled in black ink is your name, along with seven other girls’ names from the previous weekend.

“Son of a bitch,” you whisper, thumbing through the other pages. “Shelly Neilson, Diana Fox, Cait Burke, Jade Nichols, Ruby Thompson…”

“Wait a minute,” Steven says, peering over your shoulder. His jaw clenches as he rereads the last name. “Ruby Thompson?”

“What? She an ex or something?” You ask, skimming the first few pages, eyes bulging at the dates. “This book goes back seven years ago. Jesus, Axl.”

You feel Steven’s body tense beside you. You turn, and his face is stone-like. “Ruby Thompson is my goddamn cousin.” Mouth agape, you watch as Steven runs a hand over his face. “That fucking bastard. No wonder he never let any of us see this book.”

“Uh, what’s going on?”

You turn toward the doorway where Slash and his wife stand, eyeing you suspiciously. You give Steven a sympathetic look before turning back toward the door. “I need to find a way to get back at Axl for treating me like shit.”

“Look, I’m not defending him,” Slash begins, earning a warning look from his wife. “But you knew his track record and you still let him fuck you?”

“Okay, technically, because I rode him, I fucked him,” Slash and Steven snicker. “And yes, it was stupid, I realize that now. Having sex with him wasn’t going to fix any animosity between us. But he knows me personally, and he fucking hurt me. I won’t let him get away with it. Not this time.”

“So what’s your plan?” asks Steven.

“That’s why I came here,” you sigh, clutching the book to your chest. “I need your help.”

Slash thinks for a moment. “What does Axl hate more than anything in the world?”

Steven chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets. “A lot of things. Competition. Second place. Being used,” Steven shoots you a wink. “And Y/N.”

“Exactly. Axl prides himself on having the most sex out of his whole friend group, right?,” Slash says, and his wife grins wickedly when she catches on.

“If we can keep Axl from having sex for a few weeks, that will give you a chance to reach his body count. He hates when others are good at something he’s good at. ” She says. Slash offers an impressive look. “Y/N, what’s your count?”

Your face flushes, and the two men glance at you expectantly. “Seventeen.”

Steven grimaces. “Seriously? We’re going to need at least a month, maybe more.”

“Hey,” Steven cowers when Slash’s wife pins him with a look. “In this house, we don’t shame women for liking sex and having sex just as much as men do. And compared to some men, seventeen is nothing.”

You send her a smile as a thank you. She nods back, grinning proudly.

“Alright, look,” Steven says, lips curling back in a quick smile. “I have three cousins who would love to help you get back at Axl. He crashed the first one’s car, stole money from the second, and slept with the third’s girlfriend. Come to think of it, she might actually be in here,” Steven reads through the book until he stops on a name. “Yep. Here she is. Misty Evans,” he snaps the book closed. “That motherfucker.”

“I have a brother you can use,” Slash’s wife grins. “And he has a lot of friends.” She wiggles her eyebrows excitedly.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” Slash holds up his hands. “It’s a good plan and all, but how in the hell are we going to stop Axl from having sex?”

~~~

73.

For two months, he was stuck at number 73.

Which was, by far, the best sex of his life.

And it just so happens it was with the person he hated most in the world.

Axl couldn’t get it out of his head. The way your eyes looked him up and down, daring him to leave and begging him to stay at the same time. Your soft lips that he was desperate to kiss again and feel on his skin. The breathy moans that were music to his ears. He’d be breaking his rule if he slept with you again, but Axl’s craving for your body had him considering wiping out the rule altogether.

His attempts to get you off his mind continued to fail as more and more women began to reject his advances. One minute he’d strike up a conversation, and the girls would be all for it, but as he returned from the bathroom or from a quick smoke break or the bar with another drink, they avoided him. Shot him dirty looks. Pretended they weren’t just all over him a few minutes prior. He didn’t understand, and it was driving him crazy.

Little does he know, whenever he leaves, you take his place, quickly showing the girls Axl’s book that hides in your purse, before urging them to stay away. So far, every girl that he’s tried to woo into his bed has shunned him. Many of the girls recognize their own friends in Axl’s book, and they promise you to stay away from him. It was dirty, it was evil, but no one ever wins by playing a fair game.

While he was constantly facing rejection, you were thriving. Axl noticed that whenever you came out with the group, men flocked to you instantly, more than they had before.  You’d barely said three words to him since the night you’d slept together, and hadn’t even looked him in the eye.

He’d buy you drinks, only for you to mutter a quick thanks without returning the favor. Despite not being the best dancer, he’d offer you his hand at the clubs, only to be met with laughter from his bandmates as you accepted another man’s offer. And what blew his mind? Many of the guys looked...familiar.

From his seat at the booth, Axl could see a man shamelessly flirting with you at the bar. He grit his teeth, hand clenching around the bottle in front of him.

“Uh, dude?” Duff signals to the beer. “If you want to practice your chokehold, I’m sure there are plenty of chicks in here who would be more than willing to help you out, if you know what I mean.”

Axl’s eyes never left you. “What the hell is going on with Y/N?”

“What do you mean?” Steven asks innocently, shooting Slash a sly grin. “She’s having a drink at the bar.”

Axl turns to Steven, narrowing his eyes. “I can see that, you dumbass. I mean, why the hell hasn’t she spoken to me?”

“The hell do you care?” Izzy answers, taking a swig of his tequila. “You hate each other anyway.”

“I just don’t think I’ve ever seen her so...relaxed.” Axl remarks, bringing his beer to his lips.

“I mean, I’d be too if I was having as much sex as she was,” Slash grins, dropping a teasing wink in his wife’s direction.

Axl pauses, brows drawn together. “What the fuck do you mean?”

Hesitantly, Slash’s wife clears her throat, chiming into the conversation for the first time that night. “Alright, look, this does not leave the table, hear me?” When everyone nods, she continues. “I promised I’d keep this to myself, but Y/N’s had sex with twenty guys in the past five days.”

Axl’s eyes nearly roll out of his head when the table laughs. He seems to have missed what was funny.

“No shit!” Duff laughs, clapping his hands together.

“That’s fucking impressive,” Izzy smirks.

“So what does that bring her count to total?” Steven asks, fully aware of Axl’s bright red face. He laughs to himself. The singer was hopeless, making it way too easy for the group to fuck with him.

“Seventy bodies,” Slash’s wife cocks her head to the side. Something about her words, her gesture, is taunting. “How many did you say you had again, Axl?”

“Seventy-three,” he says through gritted teeth.

“Wait,” Izzy and Slash say together, “You haven’t fucked anyone since Y/N?”

“Dude, that was over two months ago,” Duff says in a teasing manner.

“It’s not like I haven’t fucking tried!” Axl exclaims, slamming his palm down on the table. He takes a deep breath, finding his composure, and lowers his voice. “I keep getting rejected and I don’t fucking know why.”

“Oh, the horror,” Izzy says, rolling his eyes. “All will be right in the world when Axl finds some random chick to bang.”

Slash and his wife snicker and share a look. Axl shakes his head. He senses something is wrong, but he can’t call anyone out without proof.

Something about you having almost the same amount of bodies as him didn’t sit right. No one in his life even came close. Then again, no one was so obsessed with sex like Axl was. No one was so open about their sex life.

Against his better judgment, Axl finds himself striding toward the bar, visibly irritated as the man next to you rests his palm right above your ass. Axl grabs the man’s wrist and pulls it from your body, pushing him away from you. He ignores the man’s protests, throws back the rest of whatever piss warm beer the dude had been drinking, flips him off, before turning back to you.

The shock on your face is evident. “There is something seriously wrong with you. What the hell, Axl?”

“Seventy bodies?” Axl says, voice condescending. “Some prostitutes don’t even have that many.”

Your blood boils and you swear to yourself you see red. The audacity of this man to shame you. “I see you’re still a dick. What the hell does it matter to you, huh? What’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Axl’s laugh is light, breathy, as he restrains himself from screaming. “My problem is that I haven’t fucked something in two months. I’m going fucking feral.”

“Seems like a you problem,” you retort, puckering your lips before taking a drink. Axl’s book suddenly feels heavy in your purse. You sneak a look to make sure the purse is properly zipped before glancing back to the fuming redhead. “What would you like me to do about it?”

It all comes out in a rush. “I don’t know! Suck my dick, ride me, do something!” Axl cringes when you giggle, face heating. Holy fucking desperate.

“Are you...is Axl Rose...begging?”

He throws his head back in annoyance. This wasn’t going as planned. “I--no. Fuck. Ignore that. Can’t we just go back to my place or something?”

“I thought you didn’t fuck the same girl twice?” You remind him of his words, and you can tell by his face he regrets saying them.

But he remains cool, standing up straight, all the while contradicting his previous statement. “I don’t.”

Finishing your drink, you set it to the side. Batting your lashes, you step forward, a mere centimeter apart from Axl’s face. His breath is raggedy, lips parted, and you see it coming. He leans forward to kiss you, but you’re too quick. Brushing your lips against his ear, palm flat against his chest, you utter the words as confidence floods your veins. “If you don’t want the same pussy twice, then what makes you think I want the same dick twice?”

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[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

@shipushetty asked me: What if Mork just kissed Sun back on their “date” in the mountains? You wanted just the kiss? I think I just “revised” the whole “date?” Eliminate the denial phase and we just get this? Would it it still work? Guess we’d never know because I too am not ready for the next episode so let’s live in this: 

For a split second, Sun couldn’t process that he was answered back with a kiss. Do I have to answer that again? What about you? Mork locked their lips, tentative hands finding places to rest. One reached for Sun’s thigh and the other hooked a cheek to crash their lips closer. He can’t be that drunk. Did I count four beers? Number five unfinished. Sun still couldn’t fathom the reciprocation. It felt like a dream. Suddenly, Mork tore away. 

“I’m tired,” he announced as he stood from the bunch. As he rounded the bench, (though tiredness was overwhelming him) he grabbed the guitar and then offered Sun a hand. Sun didn’t know if he liked Mork having this much control but for right now he’d deal with it. He took the hand and Mork led them back to the bed. Mork let him go to sit on the edge of it with the guitar. He strummed a few notes, then some more and then a sweet, gentle and tender voice (Sun didn’t know he had) echoed throughout the room. Were the echoing acoustics just amazing in this room or was this his natural voice? For the thousandth time that night Sun couldn’t fathom any of this. This was certainly a dream and he’ll gladly play it through the night to wake up with a smile on his face. The music stopped. “Are you even listening?” Touche. He kind of wasn’t. One of the first moments like this between you two and you’re half-listening. Great job, Sun. 

“I’m sorry.” Sun plopped down next to him and a head fell onto his shoulder. He scrunched up his nose. “I’m sorry. I was partly listening but got so distracted and lost by your beautiful voice. You do have a beautiful voice Mork and you shouldn’t be afraid to show that off.” 

Mork took a deep breath. He laid the guitar at the foot of the bed. “Come here.” He yanked Sun by the hand. Mork pulled him into his lap. Sitting sideways he steadied himself by hooking arms around Mork’s shoulders. He hated that he wanted to ask again but Sun did, “So, what about you?” 

Another deep breath released from Mork as he dived into this explanation, “All I know is,” he kissed Sun’s cheek. “I like you.” He kissed the other cheek. “I think I have for awhile now but just pretended the feelings were not there mainly because I think you hated me.” It was Sun’s turn to give him a kiss and he chose a quick and reassuring one to Mork’s nose. Mork chuckled. 

Sun stared at him and then switched to straddling him. A terrified glint sparked in Mork’s eyes, but he seemed to like it because hands immediately rested on Sun’s thighs. Even prior to everything that happened here just now, Sun always felt that he and Mork were fairly comfortable with each other. Unafraid to pass out affectionate touches to one another. Sun reminded himself of before they came to the mountains. Sitting at the Blue Sky counter almost giving up on his dream and there was this guy putting a hand over his telling him not to give up. Well, shit, Mork little did you know that was the turning point. 

A head fell to Sun’s chest. He instantly dropped his chin into Mork’s hair and tangled some into his fingers. Sun felt bare hands on his back, making him shiver with surprise. Mork looked up at him. Sun took his face in both hands and kissed him again. Kissed him hard because at any minute now he’d wake up from this beautiful, beautiful dream. 

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The next morning, Mork didn’t complain about the t-shirts. They were cheesy, yes, that was his only complaint, but they were also stupidly accurate at this juncture. Mork put it on and joined Sun for breakfast. Sun flashed him a grin. “Morning, sleepy head.” 

Mork groaned at him as he sat down. Sun was about to speak again when Mork leaned over and put a finger to his lips. He looked him square in the eyes. “We’re going to eat in silence. Please, save your nagging voice for later.” Sun gulped and squeezed his legs, thankful the bench was just big enough to cover his lap. He managed to keep it in check as Mork sat back down to eat. The entire breakfast made Mork giggle because the looks of frustration on Sun’s face when he wanted to say something were to die for. Several times, Sun started then stopped. A couple times noises left his mouth then faltered. Mork burst into a bigger fit of laughter. A fork dropped onto a plate. 

“What are you laughing at?” 

“You struggling to keep your mouth shut.”

“I’m going to make you shut yours,” Sun chided. 

“Try me.” Mork sensed where this was going. He isn’t stupid. Sun jumped up like Mork did earlier, leaned down, looking him square in the eye and kissed him. Just a small one. 

“Shall we continue this journey?” 

“Give me the keys,” Mork stated firmly as he stood. They were standing so close together one would think they were conjoined twins attached by the hip. Sun gave him a confused look. “Give me the keys. You were driving the last two nights. You’re probably tired of it so it’s my turn. Do I have to fish them from your pocket?” He felt so caught off guard. The feeling wasn’t going away because suddenly, Mork turned Sun by the hips and yanked his back against him. A hand dug into his pocket for the keys. 

“Thank you,” Mork dangled them in his face as he let Sun go and walked to the car. What the fuck was happening? Sun shrugged. There’s one thing for certain. He liked it very much. 

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After getting their coffee beans, Sun didn’t want to end the trip right away. He convinced Mork of some more sightseeing. There were incredible mountain views they had yet to see. When Mork grabbed his hand, Sun felt so cheesy for having the feeling of frolicking. He had Mork in one hand as the other glazed over coffee plants. Two dreams in each hand, Sun felt like the other shoe was bound to drop. Hot soup. He shooed the thought from his mind and focused his attention on Mork. When finished walking around talking which felt like the best thing in the world, they stopped off at a viewing point to take pictures. Mork said nothing about the hand that crept to the small of his back when Sun scooted in close for a photo. He also said nothing when Sun’s laughing face kissed him after taking a couple shots of him on the motorcycle. That laugh echoed through the mountains and back to Mork’s ears making him understand that it’s a sound he’d taken for granted. Not anymore or so he thought. 

They hopped onto the motorcycle to head down the mountain, to the car and back home. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” Sun exclaimed. The other shoe presented itself in the form of the man who dumped the hot soup on Mork and two others he brought to the party. Sun cracked his neck as he got off the motorcycle. It's been several years since he’d really punched anyone. That guy in the parking garage awhile back didn’t count. That guy didn’t even make it to the list of dirty fights that Sun got himself into before. Right now he sensed that this one was going to make the list. 

Mork shoved the guy. Sun rolled his eyes but pushed him back by the middle, his back to the assailants. “Oh, did you see their shirts!? Who’s the top and who’s the bottom?” Sun whirled around and without a second thought put his fist in the guy’s face. He didn’t have to worry about the other two because Mork dusted them, so when soup guy came charging at him with a tree branch Sun dived out of the way. The guy kept trying to swing the branch at him and Sun couldn’t get the one up on him. The guy had apparently forgotten that Mork was there so when he was kicked square in the back, (hard) he dropped to his knees, tree branch falling to the ground. The guy tried to get up but Mork watched (with a mixture of feelings he didn’t want to admit to) as Sun gave the guy a kick to the gut to keep him down. 

“So, you do have a dirty past. Explains why you nag me so much. You want me to stop just like you did. Hopefully this doesn’t make you start up again.” Mork felt slightly guilty because as usual it was him who lit the fuse first. He  could only hope that Sun understood it was only because Mork couldn’t stand to see him insulted or hurt. 

“Hmmm, trust me, I don’t want to do this again,” Sun grimaced in pains as he shook out his hand. He forgot how much punching actually hurt the knuckles. Mork stepped forward. He took Sun’s hand and kissed it. They started to hear groans and scrambling of feet in the dirt so they raced to the motorcycle, started it and made their escape. 

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“Stay the night, Mork.” Sun begged as Mork took the box of coffee beans from the trunk. “I could use the company. Plus, my hand really hurts,” Sun feigned more pain than it was truly giving him. It stung, but it wasn’t detrimental. 

“You just want to get me back into a bed.” 

“You said that not me!” Sun grinned. Mork rolled his eyes. They both went inside and as Mork expected they were soon enough climbing into Sun’s bed. At first, Mork wasn’t sure he was ready for this shit so he but the body pillow between them. Sun merely peered over it saying, “Let's stare at each other in bed like it’s puppy love.” 

Mork gave him a huh yeah right face and dived under the covers to hide. Sun slowly pulled the covers from his face and Mork let out a sigh and tossed the body pillow aside. “Fine, just for a few minutes.” They each turned to their sides and Mork had to admit. He could stare at that face all night long, but he learned up in the mountains that there was something he liked better. So Mork scooted in close and pressed their lips together. He felt a hand coil around his waist and so he too reached out for Sun. There was now nothing between them, not even one inch of space left as they deepened the kiss. Sun pulled away first because a yawn overcame him. Mork smiled and patted his chest. Sun’s eyes glowed when he smiled and it was certainly the best thing Mork had ever seen. Mork wrapped arms tightly around his coffee nut. There wasn’t anything else to say or do, sleep took control and they’d just have to see what tomorrow morning brought them on this new journey as boyfriends. 

#dark blue kiss #morksun #a whole coda of the coffee date? #fic requests #sure why not #I mean I'm all for angst if we get an epic realization kiss from Mork #for now let's live here #because I'm not ready to see Mork get beat up #ugh... #long post

[tragedybunny]

The Blade’s Edge - A League of Legends Fanfiction - Chapter 21

Well, here it is lovelies, the first bit of a double update. It's been a long time coming and I thank you for your patience.

They had a simple arrangement. She was the weapon to be used on his enemies. Things get more complicated when emotions bleed into what should simple. Now the two of them find themselves on the precipice of something that was entirely unexpected.

We emerge back into the central chamber, Talon’s cabal vanished except for the unmoving bodies scattered about. Halfway to the stairs, I notice Jericho’s breathing is getting heavy and his steps are no longer sure but stilted and uneven. Now that imminent death is less of a threat, worry comes creeping back in. Wordlessly I reach over and take his hand, stepping closer, offering my support. The stairs are an agonizingly slow climb and his hand begins to clutch mine fiercely as we go, the pressure enough I’m worried he’ll break it. I say nothing though. By the time we enter the labyrinth of tunnels, his arm is wrapped around mine and the pull of his weight on my shoulder is allowing him to keep walking. “Kat.” He breaks the silence, his voice tired. “Maybe you should…”

“Don’t even say it. I came down here to get you and I will not leave without you.” What will I do if he cannot walk at all? “Thank the gods at least you’re not Darius’s size.” I try to tease but I can hear the flatness of my tone. I shrug it off and maneuver so my arm is around his waist and he’s leaning on my shoulder.

“Are you implying I’m short?” He laughs weakly for a moment before exhaustion wins and he’s quiet again.

We stumble down the ancient passages while I take turns from memory, anxious that it will fail me. The only sound as we walk is Jericho’s labored breathing and thud our boots on the stones. I look ahead into the sickly green light and a figure emerges from around the corner. I freeze and grasp for a dagger, shifting around to try to be in a position to defend us both. “Stay back!” I snarl, fatigue and apprehension robbing it of any real threat.

“Katarina!?” The voice is flooded with relief.

“Lark?” I echo that hopeful tone and begin to move toward him.

“Is that the Grand General?” I freeze, suspicion tempering my relief. “I found them.” He calls back down where he came from and another figure emerges.

“What are you doing here Lark?” I draw the dagger and bring it up in front of me.

“Calm down Kitty-Kat, we’re here to rescue you.” I have never been so elated to hear that obnoxiously arrogant drawl.

“We’ll just stay down here rather than have to put up with your bragging for the rest of our lives.” A genuine, relieved smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. I expect a quip from Jericho as well, but there’s only a soft murmur. I look over, his eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed. “I suppose if you insist, I’ll allow the help.”

As they approach I see Draven’s expression in the torchlight, touched with concern, softened from his usual arrogant smirk. “My pleasure to aid a pretty lady and my favorite Grand General.”

I hesitantly let him take my place, my heart desperate to not let go until I have Jericho safe at home, but my worn body knows better. Lark takes the other side, allowing us to move with haste. “How did you find us down here anyway?” They fall into step behind me as I continue to lead the way out.

“Followed that damn creepy bird of his. She showed up making a racket and pecked me until I started moving.” It’s not the first time I’m led to believe there is more to Bea than an ordinary bird. Mysteries for another time I suppose.

Lark sighs. “I followed Inara. She’s been making me suspicious for some time.” And I couldn’t see it, how stupidly blind I was. He hesitates for a moment. “I got kind of lost before running into Draven.”

We’re quiet the rest of the way out, the situation weighing heavily on all of us. I turn back and the two of them are all but carrying Jericho, who shuffles along, head bowed, between them. Finally, we emerge into the fallen night and that secret courtyard of the Bastion. The ambient glow of the city is a beacon in the distance as a wave of fresh air washes over me. A small bit of the tension is relieved, we’re out, but not all is well yet.

“We need to avoid the search parties, I don’t want the word getting around the city that he’s hurt. It could cause a panic.” Lark reaches up and undoes the clasp to the dark cloak he’s wearing and fixes it over Jericho’s shoulders, settling the hood in place. Old Town is at least close enough. Prior to tonight, I hated that, the shadow of this nightmare fortress always looming over my life. Now I rejoice.

I try to take us on a brutal pace through the least crowded streets I know, relentlessly seeking the familiar silhouette of Swain Manor, but I feel myself slowing with each step. My thoughts dissolve into a sort of blurriness. Just get to the house, I tell myself, and it becomes like a prayer, I chant it over and over again in my mind. For a moment here or there, my eyes shut as I walk, and eventually, my foot finds a loose stone in the road and I wobble, nearly toppling over. A strong arm catches me under my shoulders, holding me upright until I find my balance again. “We’re almost there.” Draven reassures me in a soft tone.

When at last it looms before us, gate shut tight, lights illuminating nearly every window like the beacon of a lighthouse, a heaving sigh escapes me. Driving my exhausted muscles forward by sheer will, I bound toward the gate, giving a frustrated screech when I find the bolt locked. A commotion snaps my attention to the front door, Moira is veritably shoving Fex and Dras out of it toward us. “Madame?Draven?!” Fex calls, confusion evident. I release my clenched grip as Dras finds the key on the great ring at his waist. The gate opens with a metallic whine and Fex charges toward us. Seeing the burden they bear, he nods at Draven and Lark before taking my arm gently, giving me something to support my failing body on. “Let’s get inside.” We’re home, we’re safe, I tell my still thundering pulse.

Moira stands alone in the great hall, no doubt having barred the other servants from this sight. “Upstairs, he needs to rest.” I command, briefly anxious that she’ll try to reject my presence. “He’ll heal quickly enough on his own.” She says nothing though and stands aside. My heavy limbs manage the stairs, Fex still aiding me, as I lead the way. I turn back the covers before they settle him into bed, Lark removing the loaned cloak. Almost instantly the demonic aura envelopes him as if he can sense the security of home.

“The two of you.” Moira gestures to Lark and Draven. “Out. Let them get some rest.” Moira showing concern for my well being? I must be hallucinating with weariness.

“I’ll stay on watch. Don’t worry Kitty Kat.” Now that cocky smile returns.”Nothing gets past Draven.”

Lark fixes his cloak back in place. “I’ll make sure the right people are informed the Grand General is safe. That should keep High Command under control.”

Moira gives them a firm push toward the door and once they’re out, she turns back to me. “You will stay with him, won’t you?” I can see now the worry creasing her features and her voice wavers. “I know he did not always behave as he should toward you but…”

I cut her off. “I’ll stay for tonight. The rest I’ll worry about when he’s awake.” It’s almost too raw and honest an answer. I look away, afraid I’d find some sort of pity in her eyes. She gathers herself, looking relieved. “Get some sleep yourself, I am sure it is needed, Madame.” She takes her leave, shutting the door behind her.

It closes with a heavy thunk, and then it’s just the two of us. My body cries out for the rest I was told to seek, but my mind still races, unsure after all that’s happened and with Jericho still hovering between life and death. I go to his side and reach out, testing the aura. It is hard to describe, and maybe it is a trick of exhaustion, but it almost feels as though it acknowledges me. It shifts in a way beneath my hand, warming but not burning.

I should at least make sure he’s comfortable, then I’ll lay down. He’s still fully dressed in his military uniform, although it bears several new tears and scratches. I go to his boots, pulling them off as gently as I can and dropping them haphazardly to the floor, knowing he’d hate the disorder. I move on to the high, stiff collar still stubbornly closed around his throat. I open it down to his chest, and something gleams in the light of the gas lamps, catching my eye and bringing me to a dead halt. Two gold rings hang on a chain around his neck. Our wedding rings settled close to his heart.

I reach out to touch them ever so lightly, a searing pain blossoming in my chest. It’s an achingly sweet gesture, one I wouldn’t believe him capable of if not for the proof before me. My mind wanders back to our encounter before the explosion, the sadness in his eyes, how badly I wanted to put my arms around him. It would seem once again, he has robbed me of my certainty. I take his hand between mine, giving it a soft squeeze before leaning down and kissing his forehead. “What am I to do with you?’

My world spins and I know my body is finally failing, fatigue having its way with me. I take my place beside him under the covers, wrapping myself around him like so many nights before. The aura makes everything pleasantly warm as I begin to drift off in the pleasant haze that spreads over me.

I do not know what the sunrise will bring, but for now, this is enough, even if it is the last of us. “I love you Jericho.” I whisper, because I need to say it, just once. After everything between us, that long stifled feeling should be breathed to life, and given at least one moment to exist, unfettered. My eyes close and I drift into darkness. It is, of course, no great shock when I awake to an empty bed.

If I were sensible, I would see that as a clear sign that I should leave. Sensible has never been my style really though and no matter what, I need to find some sort of peace in all this, even if it is just finally saying a real goodbye. So I find myself biding time until I’m lying in wait in the study, sitting with my legs over the arms of one of his favorite chairs, holding a glass of whiskey.

“You have a guest in the study. She would not be dissuaded.” Moira hadn’t actually tried very hard to dissuade me. Unless you count her nonchalant shrug when asked if he’d indicated when he would be home. Even she can see that this moment is a necessity.

I take a sip of the whiskey in my hand as I hear the door begin to open, the burning helps to steel me for whatever is to come. “You really shouldn't push yourself so hard right away.”

“Good Evening Kat.” There’s a strained quality to his voice, he hides it well, perhaps I’m the only one who could hear it. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your continued presence?” He stands directly before me, not moving to sit.

“Your avoidance of me.” I finish the whiskey in one large swallow.

“I wasn’t avoiding…” Long bottled rage easily pours forth and I cut him off by slamming the glass on the table next to me. Of course that’s how he plays it.

“If you’re just going to lie to me.” I really shouldn’t have expected anything from him and now I don’t know why I bothered with this. I rise from the seat and start to storm past him and he drops his gaze to the floor.

He catches me off guard with a hand on my arm. I yield and freeze in place. He doesn’t let go for a long moment. When he does release his grip, there’s a rare tenderness to his words. “Wait I...I suppose after everything, you do deserve the truth.”

I inhale and turn to face him, his words soothing the storm in me. No going back. “No more lies?” He shakes his head. “Then why did you just leave me this morning?”

He finally raises his eyes to me. “It is painful to be around you.” I suck in a deep breath, feeling emotions stir, opening wounds I’d told myself were closed. He pauses for a contemplative moment. “It is painful to not be around you as well, but the former is far worse at the moment. It seems as though my feelings for you will not allow me to let go.”

The truth at last, laid bare between us, leaving my heart torn open and thundering. “It doesn’t have to be that way.” Gods, I can’t let go of him either. “We could give it another chance.”

He shakes his head, looking now so broken and forlorn. “I would only continue to hurt you. I believe we have proven that.”

I close the last of the distance between, standing nearly right against him. I ache to comfort him. Despite everything, seeing his sadness still breaks my heart. “It doesn’t have to be that way, if we just try.”

With a sudden fury he throws his hands in the air and I step back, startled. “I was trying! Don’t you see that? I tried, and I still gave into my worst instinct, I still did those things to you.” His voice becomes so small, I almost don’t hear him. “I still said what I said that night.”

“Jericho.” I feel as though we’re balanced on a blade’s edge. All of it, all the pain and anger and laughter and joy and desire has led us to this moment.

“I love you Katarina, very greatly. I have to wish to continue to hurt you.” Time is standing still and I have no breath, no heartbeat. Existence is waiting on what comes next.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his, tears finally welling in my eyes. He doesn’t resist, returning my embrace, pulling me tight up against him. When I break the kiss I bury my face in his chest, afraid to meet his eyes, afraid it will be over again. “I love you too.” I sniffle, too overcome to be embarrassed. “I don’t want to let you go.”

I feel his grip on me tighten. “Please don’t cry.” He kisses the top of my head.

But it’s all breaking over me; my father dead at my feet, leaving home, taking the Guild, the betrayals, all the feelings for him, the attempts to deny them, all the pain and bitterness between us. I continue to sob in his arms and feel his hand softly caress my back. They threaten to overwhelm me, to drag me under and drown me, every moment from the last...year. One year exactly. My cries are stifled by a weak laugh. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Hmm, no.” Not entirely surprising.

“It’s our anniversary.” One year ago I was supposed to kill him and ended up in thrall to him instead.

“Oh.” He sighs. “Another of my sins I suppose. But I wanted you, and nothing would stop me.”

Neither of us have moved, remaining completely entwined. “I wanted you too. I haven’t stopped wanting you, even after everything.”

“Kat…” His voice cracks. “Come home please. I miss my wife. Let me have this one more chance. Let me make it right.”

It’s like a holy revelation hearing those words. I lean up to kiss him again, my hand pressed to his cheek, feeling it wet with tears. “I miss you too husband.” I close my eyes and press my forehead to his. We’re over that jagged edge, our fate decided. “I’ll come home.”

No more tears, his turn to put his lips to mine and the world vanishes. For one glorious moment, it’s just the two of us, lost in that love we never thought would be.

#swain #katarina #League of Legends #league of legends fanfiction #swain x katarina #jericho swain #katarina du couteau #art of legends

[fan-writer02]

This has been sitting in my drafts for forever, but I finally sat down today and finished it up. Have some happy Haddock family fluff, y’all deserve it after all the angst I’ve put you through lol. :D <3 (I’m gonna place this about a year or so after the third movie ended? Yeah, we’ll go with that. :))

Good Ol’ Days

Hiccup shoved the door open, sending a poof of dust in his wake. He waved it aside with the little flap of his cloak, looking over his shoulder anxiously at Astrid. She, on the other hand, looked unconcerned, with her arms crossed over her slightly swollen belly.

“I think I should do some cleaning before you and the kids come inside.” He voiced, looking back into the small cabin’s interior. It was, indeed, a dust farm. Everything- the walls included- were covered in a thin layer of dust.

“I can help- but I do agree, Zephr and Nuffink should stay out until we’re done-” 

Hiccup turned around and shook his head, “No, no- Astrid, I meant... all the kids, ya know?” He looked pointedly at her stomach.

She stared at him, before breaking into a smile and shaking her head. “Oh, Hiccup.” She said, as if completely exasperated with his behavior. She patted her belly. “I’m only two months along. I’m sure baby Haddock will be just fine.” 

His hands played with the armor on his right leg, with no purpose except to serve as a distraction. He cleared his throat. “I just... Just to be safe. As it is, I still don’t think we should’ve sailed.” He looked up into her eyes again. She looked fine, now, but on the ship he’d noticed she’d appeared a little green. She would never admit it, but he knew she hadn’t felt well the entire trip. And the thing that worried him was the fact that she’d always had good sea legs. It wasn’t like her to get sick.

“Please, Astrid. I can clean just as well on my own, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t inhale a bunch of dust.” He paused, then brightened. “If you watch the kids and sort of direct them as to what stuff they can start bringing up here” He gestured at the door step. “Then I can get the hut clean without-” 

He didn’t even have a chance to finish the sentence before two little balls of energy rushed past them. Into the hut they ran, raising the dust into one giant brown cloud. Toothless landed just then, right behind Astrid, sending a gust of wind into the hut, causing a little blast of dust to explode from the door. The dragon sniffled a confused sneeze.

Hiccup rushed into the hut and plucked the two kids up into his arms, sending them into peals of laughter. Hauling them outside, he plopped them onto the stone steps. “You little ruffians!” Hiccup growled playfully, ruffling Nuffink’s hair as he walked back towards the hut. 

Zephyr laughed and tugged at Astrid’s skirt. “Nuffink started it!”

Nuffink blinked owlishly, then pointed at his sister. “Nuu!” He protested.

“Enough of that.” Hiccup smiled at the two, before looking up at Toothless. “Why don’t you kiddos go play with Toothless?”

The dragon seemed to understand, for he grabbed each of the guilty parties by the scruffs of their vests and hauled them onto his back between his wings. He then proceeded to walk to the shore where the boat was now tethered.

The island was not huge, by any means. Probably about a third the size of old Berk. But it was just right for little trips like these, which were now an annual thing. A few months prior, he along with Tuff, Fishlegs, and Eret had come to build the hut. (Snotlout stayed behind as temporary chief. Hiccup had asked Astrid to babysit him and make sure he didn’t set all of Berk on fire.) It had also given them a chance to say a brief hello to their own dragons.

This trip he’d brought some of the furniture they’d been unable to build last time. Like a rug, blankets, supplies, kettles, a feather mattress among other such things. He wanted to make it as close to a home as possible, and just as comfortable. Especially with Astrid pregnant. 

So, after Astrid finally agreed to start organizing the supplies they’d brought on the ship, Hiccup began hosing down the hut with buckets of sea water. It took nearly all morning to get the job done, but finally he was satisfied. He asked Toothless to come in and pump his wings to dry it out, and, once done, he began hauling up the supplies.

Along with the chairs, blankets, pots and pans and food, Astrid had insisted they take along some weapons, in case of “an enemy attack”. Hiccup had instantly jumped on the idea, a little ashamed he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

"I knew I married you for a reason." The joke had earned him a jab in the stomach.

Later in the afternoon, Toothless’ own children arrived, (which Zephyr and Nuffink had dubbed First, Two, and Bob) and that was more than enough to occupy the kiddos. (the Light Fury watched from a safe distance. She still didn't fully trust the humans, but she made no move to harm them, though Hiccup doubted Toothless would let her even if she tried.) Hiccup and Astrid moved the stuff from the boat to the hut without interruptions. Hiccup had also snuck some parchment along, set on sketching Toothless with his family. He had a few pages to add to the Book of Dragons.

When Astrid inquired about them, holding them in the air with a spark of mischief in her eyes, he'd hurried to explain. "Documentation, Astrid. Pure research!" She laughed and carefully packed them in a crate so they wouldn't get wet. He came to grab it, and pressed a kiss to her cheek before carrying it up to the hut. On his way back down, he looked over to see Toothless nip at First who seemed deterimined to learn how to swim. He picked the little dragon up by the tail and plopped him into the sand, while at the same time blocking Nuffink from taking a dive in the water with his tail. The poor dragon looked absolutely fed up with the entire predicament.

Hiccup smiled, but figured poor Toothless deserved a break. He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Zephyr! Nuffink! Come and help your mama carry your stuffed dragons to the house." 

Both kids came running, with three small dragons scuttling behind them. Toothless sat for a moment, before ambling to his feet and following.

The kids rushed onto the boat, while the dragons jumped into the air, playing tug-a-war over a stick. The Light Fury took after them, and soon, they flew off to the otherside of the island. Toothless trotted to Hiccup's side, a hopeful grin on his face.

Hiccup rubbed his scaley forehead and laughed. "Soon, bud. We're almost finished here, then we'll catch the sunset." Toothless barked eagerly, and for the rest of the evening followed Hiccup to and from the boat until the unpacking was finished. Hiccup smiled and looked over at the dragon, honored that he chose to stay by his side instead of following his kids and mate to wherever it was they went.

As if on cue, Stormfly arrived. Maybe Toothless had called her, but who was to know? Either way, she was there, squawking happily as she paddled her way to Astrid’s side. Astrid called her name happily, running to give the dragon a hug. Toothless seemed pleased to see his old companion, bouncing about her in a circle like he used to do in the old days.

They still didn't know what Stormfly was up to, or if she'd had any babies in the past few years. She had a few more scars then they remembered, but otherwise seemed to be the same old Stormfly. At one point in their last visit, all the gang's dragons had shown up. All except old Hookfang. 

"And Hookfang, Toothless?" Hiccup had asked. Barf, Belch, Stormfly, Meatlug- they were all there. Even Cloudjumper and Skullcrusher. But Hookfang was nowhere to be seen.

Toothless had warbled sadly. Hiccup wasn't sure if he'd understood or not, but either way, Hookfang never showed up. Hiccup had a sad feeling in his chest that he would never see the dragon again.

Hiccup snapped back to attention. Astrid was looking at him expectantly. Did she say something? 

"Ahm... what?" 

"You want Zee or Nuffink?" 

Nuffink jumped up and down. "Mommy, mommy I wan' you!" 

She laughed and held out her arms, picking him up and blowing loud kisses on his plump cheeks. He squealed in laughter. "We'll take turns! I'll take you on Stormfly first, then you'll go with Daddy on Toothless, deal?" another loud slurpy kiss.

Hiccup smiled softly as he picked Zephyr up and positioned her carefully in front of him. Toothless warbled beneath them, his body shaking in excitement, his muscles already tense in anticipation. Hiccup went to position his prosthetic like he’d always had to, but paused when his foot was met by air. That’s right, no saddle. It would definitely take some getting used to.

"Hang on, sweetie!" He warned, cradling her with one arm and hanging onto Toothless with the other. And with that, Toothless could be contained no longer, and they took off into the sky.

#mywriting #httyd fanfiction #httyd drabble #httyd 3 #how to train your dragon #hiccstsrid #hiccup #astrid #thw #hiccstrid kids #nuffink #zephyr #I probably spelled the kids names wrong #sigh #i'll get it right some day #toothless #dragons #haddock family #Also thank you for 300+ followers!!!! #<333

[raindrenchedstories]

Title pending

I wanted to write more about Gordylie. Especially they’re social behavior. So here’s Reaver as an awkward teenager. This is cannon to his story btw.

Reaver leaned against a filth covered wall. He had vague memories of something better. His father told him about better. But he was likely to never see it. He heaved a sigh. Scenting the area through the stench of rot.

He could smell a few predators. Nothing major, bit still enough to stay clear. Slinking into a tighter space seamed to be his best option. Every so often he’d take a deep breath and scent the area. Adjusting his path accordingly.

Eventually he caught wind of another Gordylide in the area. Maybe two. The scent mixed and converged like one that spent time with another. Flinching, Reaver flattened himself. Waiting for either a warning roar or to be ignored. He likely found a pack. Maybe an adult with brood.

He heard no warning. And so continued, cautiously. Something hit the ground hard in front of him. Reaver jerked back. Dropping to all fours and laying flat on the ground. Trying to avoid notice.

Before him, another spike back snarled low. A large hand gripping his throat. Reaver waited, watched, but did not interfere with the scene before him. A much bigger gordylide stood over the slender form of the other spike back. Bellowing.

There was a clumsy exchange that resembled a kiss, then the smaller was allowed to stand again. A pleased little rumble escaping the weaker party. In fact, he was outright cuddly with the other gordylide. Mates.

That was flirting. Reaver smirked. It was actually kind of sweet, in it’s own, twisted way. A show of strength on his mates part. A promise of protection. Because the bigger one was stronger, the smaller had nothing to fear. That much, Reaver knew.

The other spike back paused, scented the air, then turned to Reavers position. Snarling loudly, he charged Reaver. Roaring in challenge. His larger mate came to his aid, making twice the amount of noise. It was about now Reaver could identify the mate’s origin. That was a god damned bulls horn. And a mean one.

“Dammit!” Reaver hissed. Letting off a submissive whine, he turned and fled. Not wanting to intrude on their territory any longer. That wasn’t just flirting. It was courting. And he wasn’t welcome.

His catch was meager. Small. It kind of looked like a rabbit crossed with a cockroach. According to his father, at least. Reaver had no idea what either was. He pulled the hidden doorway of his lair aside. Receiving a large growl from the second oldest in the brood.

The young bulls horn was only about eight. But he already rivaled Reaver in size. “Oh shut up.” Reaver slid inside the room. Dropping the carcass on the floor for the largest. Who instantly latched on, and began drinking.

He moved into the mass of growing Gordylie. Laying flat on his stomach. Reaver shut his eyes. Trying to track how old he and his siblings actually were. His father had told him to track his molts to tell his own age. And that he’d had ten prior to becoming intelligent.

Not long after, his father just vanished. Left on a hunt and never came back. Left him alone with his siblings. Reaver wanted to mourn. He really did. But there was no time. He had to be the adult here. He had to look after his siblings. Even if it meant he was effectively alone.

How many times had he molted since then? Six? Seven? How old was he? “Sixteen.... I’m sixteen.” He confirmed out loud. Feeling one of his younger siblings trample him. He glanced over his shoulder to the other whelps. All feasting on his catch. None for him this time.

Gordylie, by default, weren’t very intelligent past survival. So, Reaver was basically surrounded by a pack of puppies. They were good company, no doubt. Even cute. But they lacked for intelligent conversation.

The eldest aside from himself sat in front of him. Tilting his head. “Ssssssiiiiix?” Reaver shot up. A grin on his face. It was the first word he’d heard from anything other than himself since his father vanished. He was elated. Tackling the younger sibling in an embrace.

“YES! Yes. Six-Teeen. Hear me?” He pulled his brother into a loose hug. Watching his sibling light up with joy.

“Six...Tee?” The sibling smiled back. A look of pride on his features.

“Close enough for now bro.” Reaver patted his shoulder companionably. Watching the younger ones eat. He sighed, resting his chin on his knee. In response, his brother shoved him onto the ground. Reaver landed with a thud and a grumble.

However, this was replaced when one of his back spikes was pressed towards the back it’s self. Any tension residing in the muscle below melted away. He gave a soft mumble, sprawling out. “Thanks bud.”

Most of his siblings joined him. Curling around Reaver as he stared at the door. Waiting for someone who was probably dead. Some of them were starting to fall asleep on their full bellies. Reaver groaned. Pushing himself from the pile of whelps. One slipped from his shoulders. Scratching him in a flailing attempt to catch himself.

“OW!” Reavers hand clapped over a new cut on his ribs. Just by his armpit. “Dammit kid.” He leaned over and lapped at the wound. Shuddering at the taste of his own blood. He sat for a moment with his tongue hanging out, cringing.

His brother gave him a concerned look, piling the younger siblings around himself so Reaver could catch a break. Not long after, both brothers nudged the younger, weaker siblings between them, laying on the ground and somewhat on top of the little ones. Spikes out.

The next morning, Reaver curled up with a small mumble. The tight space of his hideaway proving difficult for most predators to get into silently. Something slammed on the ground before him. Reaver shot up snarling, even striking at whatever had startled him.

Laying in front of Reaver, was a large preything. It was still struggling as Reavers sibling grappled with it. Old enough to understand it was food. But still a little clumsy at killing. Reaver lept to action. Holding the preys chin and forcing it onto it’s belly.

One deep bite of it’s throat, and the creature lay dead. His sibling stared at him. Proud as ever.

Reaver just chuckled. “Great job kid.” He smirked. Taking another bite. The whelps spared no time joining their brother in snacking on this catch. Reaver sat back. Watching the second oldest divide up bits of meat to the younger siblings. Occasionally pulling one off something he shouldn’t eat.

Reaver had gone out scouting. Coming across the pair again. He flinched. The bulls horn spotting him first. Though the spike-back rose to challenge Reaver, the other patted his mate. Shoving him aside with a low growl.

As they passed, Reaver caught sight of a very small, very weak whelp hanging off the bulls horn’s spikes. It resembled neither of them. But was probably no more than a few hours old. It blinked in confusion while looking back at Reaver. He just chuckled.

Of course they’d adopt a whelp.

#original species #Reaver #Gordylie

[killingxrangers]

It Started with a Like- Chapter Three

Zack was already on the roof of the old train, an open pack of Oreos next to him as he laid on his worn out leather jacket. The sun had set hours before, and Zack was just staring up at the night sky. It was too cloudy to see many stars, but he stared unblinkingly up into the dark. Something was going on with him, Trini could see that right away, and so she climbed up to the top of the train and sat with her legs crossed beside him, stealing the Oreo out of his hand. He didn’t even object- another sign something was off. 

“What’s up, man?” Trini ripped the Oreo in half, licking the white first before biting the mostly stale black part. Zack always made fun of her for wasting time breaking it apart when he just shoves the entire cookie into his mouth like the beast he is. When he said nothing she kicked his side lightly, leaving a dirt imprint in his black shirt. “Dude, c’mon. What’s going on?” 

“My uncle came today.” Zack missed the second half of school again today, leaving directly after lunch, giving Trini a vague answer in response to her questioning. Trini completely forgot Zack had an uncle on his mother’s side, a man a few years younger than Zack’s mom whom Trini had never met. As far as she knew, he’d never been to Angel Grove and has seen Zack less than a handful of times in his life. Trini could think of only one reason the man would come now of all times, and knew whatever Zack was about to say wouldn’t be good. “He told mom he thinks she needs to get put into a hospital for long term care.” Zack was silent for a moment aside from a quick sniffle before continuing. “There’s apparently a cheap one in Arizona, near where he leaves, that said they have room for her.” 

Trini’s throat tightened at the thought. What did that mean for Zack? For their friendship? He couldn’t leave Angel Grove, and his mother couldn’t go into a home. When she voiced her concerns Zack merely shrugged and rubbed under his nose. 

“I’m, uh, thinking about dropping out of school too,” he mumbled quietly, holding an Oreo in his hand but making no move to eat it. It seemed he just needed something to do with his hands while he talked. Rambled for like it, but Trini would listen. He needed to say this. “If I drop out I’ll be able to take care of Ma more easily, and could get a part time job at night while she sleeps. It’ll work out. Maybe then I can convince my uncle not to take her to Arizona.” 

Dropping out of school should never be an option, but for Zack... Trini could see the appeal. He barely went, and she had serious concerns about him passing this grade to begin with. His grades were less than acceptable right now due to frequent absences when his mother became too sick to be left alone. Trini isn’t surprised he’s considering dropping out. “You know I’m here for you,” she said slowly, never one used to comforting people. But this was Zack, and his lovely mother. She’d do anything for them. “If you need help with her, I’m here. You know that.” 

“I know. But, I don't need to drag anyone else into this. I just... need to focus on my mother. I can't do that when I’m dealing with the shitty teachers and principle at school. I think I’m gonna do it Monday, I don't know.” Zack shrugged, finally popping the Oreo into his mouth and chewing slowly. “Tell me ‘bout your girl.” 

Trini instantly felt her heart rate increasing at the thought of Kimberly Hart. The girl was by no means Trini’s girl (Trini’s anything, really), but she knew who Zack referenced despite not saying a name. Excitement mixed with confusion clouded Trini’s thoughts as she continued to picture Kim today in bio. That was their first time talking in person, and Kim was even more gorgeous up close and personal. Despite that, Trini felt highly uncomfortable and wanted to leave. She made it clear her desire to leave, and Kimberly either didn’t notice or didn’t care. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zack had demanded to know everything that Trini and Kimberly talked about on their walk to lunch, but Trini hadn’t had much to say. They didn’t really talk about anything at all, mostly just Kimberly calling her gorgeous again. As Trini pointed that out to Zack, her phone vibrated once- an Instagram notification. This time she knew who it would be from prior to unlocking her phone. 

k.harteyes: Trino

k.harteyes: Trnii hi 

Trini_Gomez: Uh hi?

k.harteyes: Has anyone ever tpld you your gorgesu

“I think Kimberly is drunk.” Trini turned the phone so Zack could read the poorly spelled messages and the incorrect form of ‘you’re’. “Do I keep responding? Why is she even messaging me at all since she’s probably at a party or something.” Given that Zack and Trini weren’t exactly popular (or even friendly) with anyone else at their school it was unsurprising they weren’t aware of any sort of parties happening. Neither of them had ever been to a party in their life, though they weren’t complaining. 

k.harteyes: I need hell

k.harteyes: Help 

“Something actually wrong or is she just too drunk?” Zack’s eyebrows wrinkled down in confusion as Trini typed out a similar question to what was just asked. Type bubbles appeared instantly and both teenagers looked to each other in confusion once more. 

k.harteyes: Pick me up 

k.harteyes: Plz

k.harteyes: I dont likr it 

Trini_Gomez: Are you okay? Did something happen?

k.harteyes: Mark won’t leace me alnoe 

Trini didn’t know who Mark was, but given that Kimberly was most likely drunk at a party, Trini didn’t like the implications of what could happen there if he wasn't leaving her alone. She wasn’t sure where Amanda or Ty were (or if they’d be any help at all even if they were around), but she knew she couldn’t just leave Kimberly there. It didn't matter that they weren’t friends and barely knew one another- Trini couldn’t let a girl suffer drunk at a party when she could help. Zack seemed to have the seem belief when he read the message as he stood up and slipped his jacket on, holding his hand out to pull Trini up. 

“Find out where she is,” Zack said, both of them climbing down from the train. Apparently all thoughts of Zack’s mom and uncle were put out of his mind as he focused on helping Kimberly took over. He was a good guy at heart (a big doofus constantly), but he was much more than the boy who skipped school and hung around broken trains. It was a shame only Trini got to see this side of him, this loving and caring side that put others before himself, because she knew anyone would be lucky to have Zack Taylor in their life. 

Kimberly responded with a poorly detailed message that said they were someone in the woods near the old gold mine, which actually wasn’t too far from the old trains. There was a cliff not too far from here that Trini sometimes meditated on that overlooked the gold mine, but it was surrounded by acres of forest. It could take forever to find them. Trini messaged back asking for a better description, to which Kimberly in return sent a selfie of her. The picture exposed how drunk the girl truly was: her eyes were barely open, what white parts shown were red and watery, and her tongue stuck out between swollen lips. Trini wouldn’t let herself think of the implications of that detail, and moved on to the rest of the photo. Kimberly was wearing a white dress, or at least what looked like a dress from what the picture revealed, and her long and normally styled hair was disheveled. From sex or alcohol Trini didn't know, though she prayed it was the latter. 

“Look.” Zack pointed to a part in the back of the picture, a barely readable sign off to the side, somewhat hidden by trees. “Isn’t that the Gold Mine sign?” 

Trini couldn’t say for sure, but if it was actually that sign, then they knew where to go. Seeing as they had no other clues about where Kimberly could possibly be, they both looked to each other and shrugged, setting off in the general direction of the mine. It was better than nothing, but Trini didn’t have high hopes. 

The two of them had been walking for nearly half an hour, and were debating giving up hopes (as much as Trini didn’t want to leave Kimberly drunk at a party), when they started to hear the unmistakable deep bass of club music. It was coming from their left, and they only had to walk a few more minutes in that direction before they could see fire pits illuminating the area and the loud chatter of too many conversations at once. Well, they've found the party, now it was only a matter of time before they ran into Kimberly (hopefully unharmed). 

“Should we split up?” Zack had to yell to be heard over the thumping music, and Trini asked him to repeat himself twice before she understood and nodded. Half of their class was in the woods right now, and they’d cover more ground separated. The two wandered away from one another, keeping their phones in hand to make sure to answer any calls or text from the other. 

Trini watched as Zack went to the left, so she took the right side, passing many people she frequently saw in the school hallways. She knew none of their names and was pretty sure they didn’t know her’s either. Not that she ever cared, especially now given that her prime focus was on finding Kimberly. The text the girl sent her was slightly nerve-racking and right now Trini wanted nothing more than to find Kimberly and get her away from a stupid high school party. And away from whoever that Mark guy was that wouldn’t leave her alone.  

After walking for some time Trini finally saw Kimberly Hart sitting on the ground by one of the many small fires the, her back resting on an overturned tree. A beer bottle was in hand, mostly full, and the girl was focused completely on the fire. Trini refused to acknowledge the feeling of relief that overcame her when she spotted Kimberly. They weren’t friends by any means, just had a casual conversation sometimes, but Trini was still somewhat concerned about the girl’s safety. Kimberly didn’t react when Trini came to a stop beside her, and without even having said anything Trini could tell the girl was wasted. 

“Kimberly.” It took two more attempts of Trini calling her name before Kimberly responded, looking up with bleary eyes that couldn’t seem to focus on Trini. “You okay?” This was awkward, and Trini wasn’t completely sure what to do, and she had a million questions that she knew Kimberly couldn’t answer right now. Mainly what the fuck happened with Mark, but also why she was sitting alone away from everyone else. Had she gotten drunk and something happened, or did something happen causing her to drink afterwards? Trini wanted to know it all, but mostly just wanted to get Kimberly away from here. “Let’s get out of here.” 

“She’s going to hate me,” Kimberly slurred as she attempted to stand up, jerking forward so quickly that Trini barely had time to react to reach out and grab Kimberly. She wrapped her arms around Kimberly’s waist and had no time to process how toned her stomach felt through the t-shirt before Kimberly was hissing and flinching away. “Stop.” Kimberly swatted at Trini, missing her hands by a mile as she tried to lurch away from Trini’s grip. “Stop it.” 

Trini let go, taking a step back as Kimberly rubbed her stomach gingerly. She wobbled on her feet as she looked at Trini, who didn’t question it despite the anger coursing through her and said, “Let’s get out of here.” 

Kimberly needed help staying upright as they started walking the way Trini came from originally, a few people now looking at her as she had one arm around Kimberly’s waist. Neither girl paid any of their classmates any mind as Trini texted Zack for a meet up point, still attempting to hold in her anger at the thought of someone putting their hands on Kimberly. Kimberly stumbled over fallen branches every few steps, and almost took Trini down with her once or twice, but they finally reached where Zack was waiting against a tree, a beer bottle in hand. 

“Really, dude?” Trini glared at him as he came up on Kimberly’s other side, taking most of the weight from Trini as they started walking towards town. 

Zack shrugged the question off with a laugh and pointed with the bottle towards the gold mine. “We can cross through there and get to town quicker. No one is ever in there this late.” 

“Sounds good to me.” The sooner they got away from this piece of trash party the sooner Trini could relax. She couldn’t keep her mind off of whoever the fuck hurt Kimberly. “Let’s just cross and get this stupid night over with.” Like Zack said, the mine is always empty this time of night, and there wouldn’t be anyone there to run into as they got Kim home. Nothing could possibly go wrong. 

#trimberly #trimberly fic #trini x kimberly #trini x kim #Kimberly hart #kim hart #trini #power rangers #it started with a like

[p1-fanfiction-blog]

Give Me Just One Night

Pairing: Kenny Omega x AJ Styles

Summary: As AJ is settling himself into living in a foreign country, he doesn’t realize someone else is also becoming fairly comfortable with him as well (I kinda suck at summaries, but I also dislike giving TOO much away).

Warnings: None really? m/m smut, porn without much plot. A little bit of fluff here and there. Again, if you don't like slash pairings then don't read this fic.

•••

Its been a few months now and AJ was finally becoming accustomed to living in Tokyo, Japan. His run with NJPW had been a wild one so far, and even more fun now that he was with The Bullet Club. He has to admit he was pretty intimidated when he accepted the offer to wrestle in a foreign country but was grateful to be having many sponsors who could also speak English help him along the way (although most were hard to understand). Life in Japan was pretty great so far, until a new recruit for the Bullet Club came along.

When word got out that Kenny Omega would be joining it wasn’t a huge deal to AJ. He was a fantastic wrestler, he was incredible on the mic, and his promos were top notch– all three main points made Kenny the perfect addition to their brotherhood. As for getting to know him on a personal level, AJ was mostly impressed by how much they had in common with video games and music, and also at the fact that his new friend was fluent in speaking Japanese (which saved his ass in more ways than he could count). Pretty much every time they got to hang out together was spent playing in arcades, shopping for more games, and eating at various Japanese restaurants. AJ was quite glad that they were becoming really close friends and it’s something he needed to distract him from missing home too much, so he was thankful for that.

AJ hadn’t noticed anything different about Kenny’s behaviour until Matt pulled him aside before their six-man tag match that evening. They both discussed the run-down of what’s to happen with their opponents as usual, and when it was time for the two to be alone was when he finally had the chance to bring it up. “So I can’t help but notice that you and my boy Kenny have been getting awfully close lately,” Matt said in a teasingly voice. AJ scoffed and turned around to face his tag partner. “What the heck do you mean by that?” AJ replied, confused with the tone of Matt’s voice. “Well it’s just that whenever your back is turned Kenny is staring at you. I thought maybe you two had a thing going on. I mean you hang out with him more than anyone else in the crew.“ AJ laughed, thinking this was some sort of weird joke that the two brothers always seemed to play with him. “Oh yeah! We hold hands, have romantic walks, we even had our first kiss last night while playing Street Fighter! It was too cute, you shoulda been there.” AJ nudged Matt’s shoulder as he had a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“I’m not kidding around, man. I legitimately thought you two were seeing each other, and of course I would never judge it. Kenny’s like my brother and I support whatever choices he makes. He just seems happier after he comes home from chillin’ with you..” And before Matt could continue on Kenny had walked right around the corner towards them, of course his expression was instantly lit up as he saw AJ standing there instead of Nick as usual. AJ took notice of this but brushed simply brushed it off.

“Where’s Nick at?” Kenny asked, mostly surprised but also somewhat confused. “The fucker wasn’t feeling up to par tonight so I brought AJ here to fill in for us,” he replied as he gave the southern man a quick wink. Kenny nodded in approval and was the first to make his entrance as his music began to play. “Sounds good! It’s been a while since we got to wrestle as a team,” Kenny beamed as he threw AJ a two sweet, giving him a warm-hearted smile before he made his way out– the simple gesture leaving AJ quite flustered at that and Matt trying to hold back from laughing at his reaction.

AJ however, wasn’t amused in the least bit. As soon as Kenny disappeared through the dark curtains he grabbed Matt’s wrist before he could follow suit out after him. “I’m still legally married. There’s nothing going on between him and me. And not only that, we both know I’m as straight as they come.” The other half of the Young Bucks, wasn’t having it as he still had that same smirk on his face. Matt laughed as AJ let him go free, but not without giving AJ a quick slap against his manhood– leaving AJ slightly wincing in pain and cursing at his partner. “Oh gosh darn, that really sucks. You two would look soooo cute together!” Matt sang. He quickly dashed out onto the entrance ramp before AJ could get back at him. That little fucker is gonna get it when he ain’t expecting it. He made a mental note to get him back for later when he was least expecting it. There was no way Kenny saw him in whatever way he was thinking, so he ignored whatever ‘look’ Kenny gave him and convinced himself that he was reading too much into it.

The match went well as usual, and to AJ’s surprise there were no mistakes made as he couldn’t wrap his head around what Matt had told him prior. Each time he was tagged to go into the ring he felt like someone was fixated on watching him wrestle the entire time. And when it was his turn to tag Kenny in he could’ve swore he saw a some sort of ‘glimmer’ in his eyes before they switched spots. He watched Kenny wrestle but more so was focused on his body. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, he could admit to that. It’s not like it wasn’t in the norm to look at another man while wrestling so there was nothing weird about it. But even if Matt was telling the truth he convinced himself that it was just another rib against him and shoved any thoughts (or hints he may have realized before now that he thought of it) of Kenny actually being interested in him to the back of his mind. He doesn’t like me, and I’m not into guys. This asshole is just playing me. It was time to focus on the match. AJ was just glad when it was over so he could go back to his hotel room and sleep it off. He wasn’t really in the mood for the usual shenanigans with the rest of the guys, so he bid them all goodnight and was just glad that he was able to avoid seeing Kenny while doing so.

But he spoke too soon as he nearly dropped his bags when of course, as his luck would have it– Kenny was also checking into his room at the front desk. They both looked at each other dead in the eyes as AJ walked into the lobby so he didn’t have the chance to turn around and find another hotel. If there was anything AJ hated it was facing awkward situations that he couldn’t control.

“AJ! Our sponsor payed for our hotel rooms but it looks like we’re sharing the one tonight.” Kenny said as he thanked the lady afterward in Japanese. AJ tried to play it off like it wasn’t a problem at all and shrugged it off. But inside his mind began to race again. “It’s alright. We can game out tonight anyway, right? At least I’m not sharing a room with Gallows all week again.”

“Damn right we are. Just don’t be playing your fucking porn all night and we’ll be okay,” he replied as he tossed AJ one of the spare key cards. “I’ve heard stories, Uncle Allen.“

•••

As soon as AJ saw the hotel beds he tossed his luggage aside and instantly collapsed down onto the closest one from the door. It always felt so good to lay down after a match. His muscles were sore and his feet were killing him. It made him think of his old job back home and how easy it actually was, but of course he couldn’t put up with that bullshit company any longer, and he sure as hell didn’t want that shit pay check anymore. Which brought him here where he was really making a name for himself. He inwardly thanked Finn for inviting him out here and also accepting the opportunity to become leader of the Bullet Club.

“What’s on your mind, big guy?” Kenny chimed in, interrupting AJ’s inner thoughts as he took a seat on the spare bed next to his. AJ looked over at Kenny but couldn’t exactly give him eye contact as he was still feeling a tad bit uneasy with the tone that Kenny used earlier. Was he being goofy ole Kenny or was he actually flirting with him?

“Ahh, I’m just thinking of home is all,” he lied. He needed something to take this whole ordeal off of his mind.

Kenny responded with a sigh. “Yeah I know how that is sometimes. It took me a few months to get over being lonely for home.. but someon-” he paused for a brief moment before he continued on, “-picking up some hobbies really helped with that.”

AJ turned away and stared at the ceiling. He kind of knew who he was talking about as Matt and Nick informed him of Kenny’s previous relationship at one point. AJ himself never had a problem with it as most people liked to think. He was accepting of everyone and pretty much open to his friend’s lifestyles. The rest of his friends liked to party and he was glad Kenny was one of the sober ones he could hang out with but it didn’t make the rest of them any different to him.

“Wanna game out for a bit?” Kenny asked. He peeled his shirt off and this made AJ look up at the ceiling again, not realizing that his friend took notice to that. Kenny smirked and picked up a controller.

“I’m uhh, I’m actually real tired from the match. You can play if you want though I don’t mind.”

“I’m kinda spent too, actually. Just thought you’d like to take your mind off some things.” Kenny got up to shut the rest of the lights off and made his way to the bathroom. It wasn’t too long before AJ dosed off.

•••

It didn’t seem like AJ was out for very long as he was being nudged repeatedly until he was finally awake. He looked over at the clock and it read 3:30 am, then finally looking back at Kenny (who was sitting on his bed for some odd reason) as he rubbed his eyes. "What the hell, man?”

“Are you alright?” Kenny sounded concerned, but more so with curiosity in his voice.

AJ rolled over to face him, trying to adjust his eyesight in the darkness of the quiet room. “I was until you woke me up. Why the hell-”

“You kept calling me, but then I realized you weren’t awake..”

He was about to question him further on it until he suddenly felt the other man’s lips being planted on his own. AJ didn’t move at all. He wasn’t sure if he was still dreaming or if this was actually happening. At first the kiss was soft, Kenny parting his lips to welcome AJ’s tongue into his own but pulling back as it dawned on him that the older man wasn’t responding at all. Maybe he shouldn’t have made that first move but it was too late to back out of anything he's done now.

Kenny sat up but didn’t hesitate to continue on. “You were also moaning. I thought maybe you wanted to make it a reality,” he chuckled. “I really like you AJ.”

As for AJ he was completely speechless because he now realized this wasn’t a dream at all. “I don’t know what to say. I mean.. are you sure I was? Oh Jesus.. I’m not gay. I mean, no offence to you.. I just-” he was now stumbling with his words. He didn’t know what he was at the moment. But discovering the tent in his boxers that wouldn’t go away was telling him a different story. “…Matt told me earlier and I can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Oh AJ,” Kenny sang. “I wouldn’t lie to you about that. After all, we’re good friends aren’t we? Don’t be afraid of this.” He lowered his head back down again, hovering his mouth over AJ’s again and so far he wasn’t pushing him away. Kenny darted his tongue across AJ’s bottom lip ever so gently and he could swear he heard the older man inwardly sigh at that. “You know how many times I imagined this happening? The things I would like to do, the things you could do to me.. just name it and I’m yours.”

“I’m not gay,” AJ protested. As much as he wanted to just tell Kenny to forget this whole ordeal and go back to bed, his own body was betraying him. And it has been awhile since he felt another person’s touch and it felt good. “I mean, the thought has crossed my mind a few times in my life but.. I’m straight. I think..”

Kenny placed his hands above AJ’s shoulders as he moved over to kneel in between his legs. His rock hard erection slightly dragging across his own and this made AJ outwardly shiver. He leaned down for the third time but this time Kenny began planting light kisses along AJ’s jawline, slowly making his way up to graze his teeth along his earlobe causing his breath to hitch. AJ involuntary lifted his head, allowing his friend more access as he pushed his hips up to feel more friction. “Are you enjoying this as much as I am, baby?” Kenny whispered huskily. AJ nodded and gripped the soft bedsheets below him. “Yes..” was all he could muster out. It boggled his mind as he had never been turned on by a man before, let alone his close friend but he pushed that away as he wanted this to happen.

“Good. Then I will continue on then.”

AJ quietly nodded as he let Kenny take control. He wasn’t sure how to go about fooling around with another man and seeing as Kenny was experienced he trusted him as he was more knowledgeable. He had gotten curious in the past and watch gay porn once but never actually sat and watched the whole thing. His thoughts were briefly cut off as he felt Kenny bite down on the flesh between his neck and his collarbone, grinding his member down on his as he did so.

“FUCK..” AJ groaned. He began slowly thrusting his own hips and spread his legs wider so he could feel more of Kenny. Eventually his eyes closed as he relaxed under Kenny’s touches and a faint moan of pleasure came as he planted another love bite slightly above the previous one he has made. “You’re gonna pay for that,” AJ breathed. The rhythm of their hips now speeding up as moans of pleasure were getting louder in the hotel room.

It took AJ a moment to gather up the courage, but he pushed forward and crashed Kenny’s mouth against his own and he was happy to accept it. It was all a strange but lovely sensation. AJ’s heart was beginning to race and his cock was starting to swell to the point of discomfort. He needed more than just what they were doing.

“Lemme see what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” AJ whispered. This made him smile although AJ couldn’t see it in the dark. “I thought you’d never ask,” Kenny mocked. He reached down and pulled AJ’s boxers down until his member was within Kenny’s grasp. His hand was noticeably bigger than a female’s as it closed around his shaft (and rougher too) but that didn’t stop AJ from letting out a sigh of contentment. At first, fingertips teased along the underside of his hard-on before fully gripping it, but not too hard and not too delicate for his liking. He felt right to AJ and he was glad it was Kenny who he decided to do this with. He kept this up for a number of minutes, gazing down contentedly at AJ as he gazed up contentedly back before Kenny leaned down and took all of AJ’s length into his mouth.

He released his grip and wasted no time slowly lowering his head until AJ felt the tip of his cock reach to the back of Kenny’s throat, making him gasp in surprise. His head began to bob up and down and it made AJ groan with delight as he opened his legs wider for him. He had never been able to do this with any woman for very long before since they always ended up gagging or complaining that their jaw was too sore. “Holy shit, Kenny.. I’m gonna come soon if you keep this up..” AJ warned.

He nodded in acknowledgement without pausing in his movements and then AJ realized that it was Kenny’s every intention to let him come inside his mouth. As he got closer he found Kenny’s fingers began exploring around AJ’s balls and rolled them within his hand, running lightly around his perineum almost as far as his entrance before retreating to stroke his scrotum once again. AJ wasn’t sure about that one. Seeing as how nobody has ever touched him there before and he instantly thought of it as out of bounds. That is, he thought of it as out of bounds until the moment he felt Kenny’s mouth release his cock and use his tip of his tongue deliberately circle AJ’s entrance. He then immediately changed his mind and moaned in encouragement. It felt so strange but damn erotic, with his tongue sliding up and down as Kenny’s hand started to pump his rock hard member.

“I’m getting close,” AJ warned him once more. This time he didn’t even nod or act like he heard him, but instead took his length into his mouth again as he teased his anus with his fingertips. He didn’t understand what Kenny was doing at first, but then soon understood as he then took his wet finger to AJ’s entrance and gently wiggled it inside– using his saliva as lubricant. AJ was not expecting it and found himself gasping in surprise. Truth be told, if the older man hadn’t been on the verge of orgasm he would’ve objected strongly, but somehow it seemed to fit. For a second or two AJ teetered on the edge of coming, being held back by his instinctive opposition to being fingered, but then, as Kenny’s hot, wet mouth plunged down on him and once more that wonderful sensation of hot pressure increasingly built up in his lower abdomen.

“I’m coming!” AJ gasped out, wanting the other man to be ready.

Kenny was ready, in more ways than AJ could have imagined. Because just as AJ groaned at the feeling of his first spurt racing within his cock, Kenny wriggled and pushed a second finger deep inside his rectum and making AJ instinctively thrust up into Kenny’s mouth. God, did it ever feel good. AJ hatred to admit to it but it was true. Each time he shot another spurt of come into Kenny’s awaiting mouth he pushed his fingers harder inside of him and he fucking loved it. Never, ever, had AJ imagined enjoying someone invading him in such a way– but it added so much to his climax that AJ actually felt dizzy from the pleasure of it all.

It wasn’t until after every drop of cum had emptied from AJ that he slumped back into the sheets below him, trembling and panting, that he had even thought to remember it was Kenny doing this. He then felt his finger slide out of him and his mouth release his cock and wondered how well Kenny had dealt with his orgasm. AJ looked down as Kenny sat up on his knees, a smile across his face now visible thanks to the sunrise peeking through a tiny opening through the thick curtains. He licked his lips and noticed that not a drop of cum was spilled and AJ knew he must’ve shot like a pressure jet. It was an understatement that AJ was really impressed.

“So I see you’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he asked, thinking of his adventurous finger.

“Only in my mind,” Kenny assured. “Although I’ve done it before a thousand times. But with you I thought about how to make it work seeing as how you never explored with the same sex as we are.”

AJ nodded in understanding. He too has thought about it a thousand times but again, never in his mind had considered it. Kenny pulled himself up and stretched out beside AJ as he turned to his side, propping his head up so he could turn to face him. “I was also curious to see if you were a bottom or not,” he mused.

AJ was confused. “A bottom?”

His innocence towards the whole ordeal caused Kenny to laugh. “You know, the male that receives it. A bottom!” AJ’s expression changed from confusion to intrigued. He wasn’t really sure if he could handle it or not, but it did feel really nice– and he DID want to continue further but he didn’t feel comfortable about he, himself topping another man.

“Did you wanna take this further?” He asked. AJ looked down at Kenny and noticed he was hard as a rock. For a moment he didn’t realize what he meant, but he soon took it into consideration seeing as how he’d gotten him off. And his finger did feel amazing and AJ couldn’t take his mind off of it. He simply craved more of Kenny’s experienced touch and wanted him to take control of his own body. Although AJ was the dominant one when it came to sex he felt like he needed to submit to his younger friend. It was more than a need, it was a hunger for it-- It was a strange but welcoming feeling and he felt no desire on pushing it away.

“I want you to fuck me,” AJ demanded. This made Kenny smirk as he wasted no time crawling back on top of him again. “So you are a bottom, like I always suspected.”

AJ scoffed, trying hard to show that he was confident of this on the outside. “Quit trying to be a cocky bastard and show me what you got.”

Kenny rested his forehead against his as he snaked his hand behind AJ’s head, grabbing a fistful of his hair and he pulled on it hard. AJ hissed but never broke eye contact. “I know you like to play tough when you’re nervous, Styles. Don’t tempt me,” he growled.

They both didn’t hesitate. They knew what they both wanted, and Kenny reached over towards his nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube from the top drawer. AJ cocked an eyebrow at this. “I see someone was planning this all along.” Kenny chuckled at his comment. “Well, when the guy you have a crush on is having wet dreams about you, a guy kinda has to jump at the chance and be prepared.” Kenny quickly gave his himself a liberal coating of lube, then squirting a bit more onto his fingertips coating the outline of AJ’s entrance and moved into place outside of him. As soon as he did that AJ shakily placed his hands on either side of Kenny’s hips as he opened his legs a bit wider for him. This was it. The point of no return. I guess he could’ve pretended for the mutual wank– or even a mutual blowjob and settled with that, but this was gay sex and AJ couldn’t deny it. But in the turned on mood they were both in, that wasn’t good stop them for just this one time.

Kenny took his cock into one hand, using the other beside AJ’s head to steady himself as he leaned forward until the tip was up against his entrance. For a moment he waited, and asked his partner if he was sure he was ready once again and AJ impatiently nodded his head. “Just let me know whenever you wanna stop,” he reassured. Kenny applied more pressure and wondered if it would be able to fit himself inside of AJ. As for him he kept himself still and relaxed, not saying a word as he guided Kenny’s hips more toward him. His anxiety was clear as day but he wanted to show he was ready for this. Then, almost unexpectedly, the ring of muscle gave way and the head of Kenny’s cock pushed itself in. He pressed a little harder until he was about halfway in, and AJ couldn’t help but hiss in pain as he threw his head forward into Kenny’s chest.

“Just relax, baby,” Kenny reassured. He ran his fingers through AJ’s hair as he planted light kisses on top his forehead, trying to help him relax as he struggled to contain himself. For a while he just held AJ, slowly pushing forward inch by inch until he was almost completely buried inside of him. He kept himself there completely still, savouring the moment as he waited for AJ to be ready. He wanted to fuck him so bad.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” AJ replied. “Keep going.”

And fuck if AJ didn't make the most delicious sounds as Kenny worked his way open. AJ's eyes snapped open and met with Kenny's own matching blue ones, watching his face as he eased into getting used to the burning feeling. He was grateful that Kenny was considerate enough to wait for him. His hands clutched at the bedspread, and Kenny's body shook as he forced himself still, waiting for the signal from AJ to move.

AJ was sure his ass would never be the same after tonight. He was torn between the pain but now growing pleasure of having Kenny fully seated inside of him. Right now, the stinging and burning was winning. His eyes began to water and he hoped that it was dark enough so that Kenny wasn't able to notice it. He knew it would get better and he was willing to get past that part, so he told his best friend to move. "Fuck me, Kenny," AJ pleaded. What seemed like an eternity for Kenny, he complied and pulled out slightly-- thrusting shallowly as he leaned down to plant kisses along AJ's collarbone, feeling the body beneath him finally begin to relax.

"How long exactly?" AJ managed to breathe out.

"A little over 3 months," he replied, increasing the pace a little more.

AJ moaned, his hands moving up to grip Kenny's biceps at the sudden change in pace. He pushed his hips forward to meet up Kenny's thrusts, causing yet another delicious moan from him as the force of impact caused him to see stars.

"Fuck..!" AJ replied hurriedly, when his pleasure fogged his brain he could feel his growing hard on finally come back to life. Kenny took notice of this and twisted his hips, making AJ throw his head back with a louder moan as he dug his fingernails deeply into the muscles of the younger man's arms. "You fucking asshole.." AJ cursed. Untangling his leg from Kenny's hold as he wrapped it around his smooth, tanned waist.

Kenny wasn't sure if it was AJ's cursing that did it, but the conversation died in an instant because he surged forward in and out of AJ at what seemed to be an inhuman speed, neither of them able to contain their noise level. Flesh slapping against flesh filled the small hotel room, Kenny answering AJ's moaned pleas built into a crescendo as they raced towards completion.

When Kenny's hand closed over AJ's aching erection and began pumping roughly, AJ gave up all hope at coherency. After a few passes of that hand and a large dick in his ass constantly stabbing at his prostate, he had his toes curling. He tried to hold on to that feeling but only teetered at the edge of it for a second before he tumbled over, spilling his seed all over Kenny's hand and both their abdomens with a sharp cry. The tightening muscles from AJ's orgasm had Kenny soon follow suit, coming hard inside the other man with a feral groan.

Kenny did his best to support his deadweight onto his forearms, resting his forehead on AJ's shoulder while he tried to catch his breathe. They both came so hard it almost hurt. He realized he was sweating profusely and his chest was heaving like he'd just run a marathon and AJ didn't seem to mind it all one bit. His hands roamed over the taunt muscles of Kenny's back until his breathing evened out as he slowly eased himself out of the man he was finally able to fuck.

AJ sat up slowly, wincing a little at the soreness from his read end. He frowned as he looked down at the bedsheets below him. "We probably shouldn't have done this without a towel or something. Fucking lube and cum everywhere, what the hell are the guys gonna say if they see this tomorrow?" Kenny couldn't help himself and laughed. He was nervous that AJ was gonna have sentimental feelings seeing as how sensual they had both acted at the end of their little session. Kenny himself still wasn't over his ex boyfriend, and AJ was was separated, but none the less still married. "I wouldn't mind doing that again," he broke the awkward silence between them.

"Yeah?" Kenny's face lit up. "And here I thought you'd be regretting it, Mr. I'm A Straight Guy, Leader of the Bullet Club." AJ punched Kenny's arm with a scowl on his face and it made him burst out laughing even more.

"I am straight!" AJ protested as he ran his fingers through his sweat coated locks.

"Uh huh, and I'm still in the closet," Kenny teased sarcastically. "But I agree. You're a fantastic lay."

A loud banging was suddenly heard on the other side of the wall just above their bed stand, and from what they both recognized it was Matt Jackson's voice. "C'mon you guys, it's almost daylight out! Do that shit some other time!" AJ instantly felt his face heat up as Kenny couldn't help but smirk at his embarrassment. He placed a hand on his knee and gave him a reassuring pat. "Don't worry about them, they won't say shit. Trust me."

"They probably won't look at me the same way as before, that's for sure," AJ dreaded.

"You think too much, man. They were actually convinced that we had already been fucking before. Now let's hop into the shower. You can sleep with me on my clean bed."

Okay so that ended up being way longer than I intended to write. XD ..I hope you enjoyed it! There's barely any Kenny x AJ out there and I wanted to add to that fantastic pairing. Feel free to reblog, like, and especially COMMENT! I enjoy both good and bad criticism on my work. Thanks everyone!!

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