#when you think you have reached your rock bottom life be like wait imma make it more rockier and more bottomer

[rayyzcosmos]

selena was right 'what hurts the most is people can go from people you know to people you don't'

#when you think you have reached your rock bottom life be like wait imma make it more rockier and more bottomer #sad but true #gen z thoughts #2 am thoughts #thoughts #gen z life #truth #thoughts dump #tumblr dump #desi tumblr #desiblr #desitumblr #desi culture #gen z culture #gen z problems

[drunkenwordsmindfulthoughts]

Never Judge A Book…..Or Sometimes

I decided to take myself out on a date and explore the city on a Saturday afternoon. It had been a while since I took the time to walk around and enjoy, the beautiful sights surrounding me. I ended up settling on a brunch spot, that caught my attention with the sounds of bachata, salsa, and meringue. The crowd inside was having such a good time that I knew I had to participate. I ate, drank, and danced with a few of the other diners. We were having such a good time, that none of us realized how late it was getting. I decided to settle my bill and said my goodbyes.

As I was walking toward the train, I realized that the train was not going to be the best solution, so I opted to try a car service. “Price Hike, and High demand fuck!!” I mumble. “Don’t you hate when that happens?” said a deep voice from the corner. “Yea, it's pretty annoying” I responded. I turned to look and this beautiful guy starts to slowly walk towards me. He had dyed locs, a white tank, his body was tatted, and he had a bottom grille, all the makings of a “hustler”. I hesitated to speak, as I was alone on a dimly lit street and I’m not as trusting when it comes to meeting people on the street. Plus, the way the city’s been acting, I was low-key afraid of getting robbed. “I guess you got to wait it out!” he says “Yea I'm afraid so” I responded. I kept refreshing the screen frantically waiting for the rate to drop, with no success. I think he noticed that I was nervous, “aye don’t worry, I’m not gonna rob you or anything!” He says “Sir, I don’t know you like that to even think such things, but thanks for the heads up!” I responded. “Well since you have to wait, mind if I keep you company?” He asks. Shocked, by the question, I agreed but with still kept my guard up “How about we walk to an area, that's more lit. This way you can feel comfortable rocking with me” he says

I agreed to walk with him, still nervous and not knowing what I was getting myself into. There was something about him, something he exuded that I started to let my guard down just a bit. We conversed a bit on the way to the next block and he was actually sweet from what I gathered. “Does this feel safer?” He asked. I nodded in agreement. I checked my app again and the rates were still outrageous. “Still whack huh?” He asked, “ Yes, I really don’t get what the hell is going on!” I respond. “Just chill shorty, it will be gucci. Just relax." He says “You hungry?” He asked, “I mean, I guess I can get a little something”. I responded. “Iight imma take you to a spot, two blocks from here.” he replied “And no, this ain’t no set up!” he laughs. “Well now that you say it” I snap back. “Yo shorty chill and live a little”.

We walked a few blocks over to a 24-hour spot. We sit order and talk for about an hour and I realize that he is extremely smart and he is fucking sexy. I don’t know if it was the buzz from the brunch cocktails, but as he spoke I analyzed his lips, his eyes, the way his chest sat in the tank, and his beautiful hands. I felt my body warming, with every word spoken. Our conversation was great, as we talked about life and such. He gave me a bit of a glimpse into “street life” and I was enthralled by the entire experience. “Maybe you should check your app, now” he suggested. I had totally forgotten about getting home, as I was so into what was happening. I check the app and the rate was perfect. I booked the ride and it said five minutes away. We settled the bill and downed the last of our drinks. He walked me out and I thought to myself “Should I invite him over? ***sane voice***Girl you are stupid, he gone rob you! ***horny voice***But he’s been so nice and maybe I do need to live a little. ***sane voice*** Bitch don’t be dumb, that's how dick will get you caught up” I decided to live a little and ask him to come to my place. My uber pulls up and he reaches out to give me a hug, and say bye, I say to him “is this how you want the night to end?” He smirks, rubs his chin, licks his lips, and hops in.

On the ride home it was quiet, just glances and casual touches. I looked down at his sweats and I could see he was getting excited at the thought of what was potentially going to happen. We both glanced at each other and exchanged a few smirks and quiet giggles. We finally arrived at my place and he says “yo this you?” “Yes, this is me.” We head upstairs and I offered him a drink. “Let's do one more shot and let's talk a bit more!” he says. During our conversation, I leaned over to kiss him and he jolts back a bit. “I'm sorry, too forward?” I asked “Nah you good” he responded. He slowly takes off his tank and my body instantly went into a frenzy. He gets on top of me and starts to kiss me softly. He then kisses my neck making his way down to my nipples. I could feel how hard he was, as our dicks rubbed together and how he slowly grind on my body. I removed his pants, to reveal a stiff, thick piece of meat. I smile and he says “does that work?”. “Can you tell?” I say, as I looked at my dick which was also raging hard. I proceed to get on top of him, kissing all over his body, and making my way down to his dick. He smelled so good, it was as if he knew was going to meet me tonight. I took every inch of him in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough of sucking him, his pre-cum quenched my appetite. I got up and lead him to my bedroom, pants at his ankles and me half-dressed. He pushed me onto the bed and proceeded to snatch my pants off and arch my legs back. He licked the tip of my dick and puts it all in his mouth. He made his way to my balls and sucked each one with such pinned-up aggression and made his way to my hole. As his tongue entered my begging hole, my body jolted as the nerves received his pleasure. He moaned as he licked every part of my hole, inside, outside, and around. I held his head as he devoured me and he placed his hands on mine, in agreement. I couldn't wait any longer, so I guided his body on top of mine and took his dick, and placed it inside me. I felt my soul escape my body and I felt like I reached nirvana. His “oh fuck” solidified his pleasure and he too felt the exchange of energy. He slowly stroked my hole, while he looked me in the eyes. “Damn you feel so fucking good”, “God, I want you all night”, and “I can’t believe this is happening”, were the greatest words of affirmation that I had heard in a long time. I placed my right leg on his shoulder and locked my left leg around his thigh. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer so that he could breathe and moan in my ear. He then said “Don't cum yet, I wanna feel that dick inside of me.” At that point, I almost fucking lost it. He got a few more strokes in and then he pulled out. My hole was soaked with pre-cum and anal juice. He then sat on top of me and pulled me inside of him. It took a minute for his hole to relax but when it did, the pleasure in his eyes said it all. As I pumped him with deep strokes, he moaned and bit his lip. You could tell that his body needed this. He kept begging me to go harder and deeper as he jerked his dick. I watched as his dick bounced off his abs and was leaking pre-cum. He told me that he is getting close, so I told him to hold it. I get in the doggy position and arch my back, so that he could finish me like a slut. He put his dick inside of me and took his last bit of frustration out, aggressively pounding me with force. I moan “yes”’ “give me that nut”” bust in me” and after what felt like an eternity, I felt the urge to cum. “I’m cumming” I say “me too” he responded “take this shit, it's yours” I say, his body convulsed, he moans so loud and my body shakes, with tremors. He fell on top of me, dick still inside and we both let out a sigh of relief. We lay for about two minutes, no words exchanged. He pulled his dick out of me and it felt like a fountain had poured out of me. “Somebody had a lot stored” I joke

I headed to the bathroom to get towels and rinse my mouth out. “You need water?” I asked, “Yea if you could shorty”. As I proceeded to make my way to the kitchen, I turn around to see that he had a knife out. “Yo, what the fuck is this?” I say in shock “Yo shorty, just shut up and give me, what you got in this house!” he demands “Yo you really about to rob me?” I respond with disgust. I don’t know what came over me but I walked up to him with the knife, I looked him in the eye s and said “Fuck you! You are not about to rob me. What you about to do is, put this knife down, you gone drink this water, we’re gonna fuck each other some more and in the morning, ill make us breakfast and you’re going to leave” He stopped for a moment, I pushed him up against the wall, rubbed his chest, made my way down to his stomach and grabbed his growing dick. I started jerking it and said, “now are you sure, you want to rob me or rob this hole?”

[pairofmelaninkweens]

La Loteria: Hinata ShoyoxBokuto KaturouxSakusa KiyoomixOC BY: Aztec Brujeria

CW: Gagging, Strapon, Multipartner, M/M/M/F, Polyamorous, Double Penitration, Oral

Please pay heed to the wanings of this page...Minors DNI!

Introducing New OC Ava

Ava, MSBY team physican, had planned to lift and prepare for her powerlifting competition when she ran into her friend Kit. Seeing that Kit wanted some alone time with Atsumu Ava took the boys of her hands. A sleepover fueled by a game of shots and strip loteria leads to an eventful night...

Ava was winding down in her office and putting the last touches on the MSBY team travel health records for their away games next week. Vaccines for the pandemic? Check. Updated physicals? Check. Submitted reports to the visa office for the team? Check. She stretched her arms overhead feeling relief when her lower back popped, “I still need to lift tonight...I’ve got a competition in a month.” She walked around her desk to hang up her lab coat and stethoscope and collected her bags, “I’ll record notes at home tonight I guess.” She pushed her large glasses up her nose and blew a tendril of black hair out of her mismatched eyes, one blue and one green encased in thick raven lashes, that had escaped the messy space buns she always wore. She was five feet tall and curvy with caramel-colored skin and thick natural red lips. She competed in powerlifting for fun outside of work and always had a good time out lifting Kotaro, “Stay calm Bo...remember you get a prize.” She grabbed her keys and jacket and headed out the door. Humming to herself she locked the office and turned to head to the locker room to change and get her quick workout in. 

She ran into Kit chewing the boys out when Ava smiled wide and called out, “¡QUE PASO!” Kit turned and smiled, Atsumu following behind her, “Hey pendejo, Hermana, what are you chewing out the boys for?” Kit had a small vein of annoyance pop out of her head, “I’m trying to have some quality time with Tsumtsum, but the boys have other plans.” Ave looked around them and saw Bo kicking his toe at the ground, Shoyo talking to Omi, and Omi uninterested looking directly at her. “Ah, I can see that, tell you what...WHO WANTS HOMEMADE MEXICAN FOOD AND TEQUILA?!” Ava watched as Kit’s eyes lit up and Tsumu just dumbfounded. “I’ll take them off your hand’s chica! I gotcha.” Bo bounded down the hall and came up to Ava and bear-hugged her and picked her up, while Shoyo and Omi joined in asking for tacos and arroz, “Doc you’re gonna cook fresh tortillas right?” Ava giggling, “Only if you help me. I always get stuck by myself cooking...I should call Samu…” Ava looked at Atsumu dead-eyed and wiggled her eyebrows, he groaned next to Kit, “Hurry before my brother shows up, peaches.” Kit laughed and hugged Tsumu by his waist, “Alright let’s go...you sure you’ll be okay?” Ava being shaken like a rag doll by Bo smiled wickedly, “I’ll be fine...I’ll send ya pictures.” Kit turned with Atsumu and whispered to him, “I’m not gonna lie...Imma need you to be sober to help me in the morning...How she passed and with top marks out of Med school I’ll never know.” 

When Ava and the boys finally made it back to her place with the groceries they set to helping her make dinner. Ava snapped a picture of the three beefy boys in her small kitchen mixing dough and rolling tortillas out was a sight to behold, Bo in her little Mexican embroidered apron from her Abuela made her heart squeeze. She set the table and had them sit around and watched as they poured shots out and ate the food they prepared together, “You know boys why don’t we just have a sleepover?” With a full mouth and double fisting tacos Bo lit up and nodded his head in agreement, Shoyo practically jumped around, “Ooo sleepover with our dulce!” Omi took a shot, his cheeks were starting to warm up, and looked at Ava with a smirk, “What game are we playing, Naníta?” Ava smiled wider, showing her small gappy teeth, making her look demonic, “Why La Lotería of course...unless you think you’re going to lose querido?” Ava filled her shot glass and knocked back the tequila dead ass looking at Omi. It was going to be an interesting night when he followed suit and she could feel the competitive tension between the two of them.

As the hours rolled by they had cleaned up and started their game of Lotería and just like she thought Omi was a sore loser. He sat there with Shoyo and Bo in nothing but their boxer briefs and what a sight to behold with all of them chiseled and cut to perfection from them being pros. “Well, well, well...are we ready to play for higher, hiccup, stakes?” Ava had at some point lost her space buns, her thick long wavy hair surrounded her shoulders, she lost her shirt and skirt and sat in her thong and lace bra and thigh-high stockings held up by her garter belt. She lost count of all the texts she sent to Kit but she didn’t care, “What’re higher stakes than this Naníta?” Ava grabbed another shot, these men could never out drink her, “I want to dick down Bo with a ball gag and have you and Shoyo pound me into him...make me cum several times you two.” Ava knocked the shot back like a pro staring down Omi across the table. Bo looked at Ava and his mouth dropped and Shoyo immediately had a very large erection that could not be hidden by his boxer briefs, I thought he was packing, I knew it. With her mismatched gaze and reddened cheeks, she just smiled with a cocky grin, “Well? Are we doing this or not ese?” Omi went to play his hand and already knew when Ava smiled at him hungrily he had lost. He looked at Bo, “I’m so sorry...but you’ll get to cum...many times I think.” Bo blushed and he cried out as Ava grabbed him for a kiss, “Oh we’re going to have so much fun!” Ava squealed like an excited sorority girl pledging.

Shoyo shot up from the table, “Daddy’s ready to play mi pequeña dulce.” His voice dropped three octaves and Omi just stood up and headed to Ava’s bedroom. Bo picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass and groaning as it jiggled by his face, and followed behind them. Ava grabbed her phone luckily and sent another photo to Kit as she was over Bo’s shoulder... I did tell you I’d take them off your hands for the night….HELP!! Once in the bedroom Bo threw Ava upon the bed and watched as she bounced and giggled, “Bo, Daddy owl, I don’t think so.” Ava got on her knees and grabbed Bo by his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. Their lips meshed and melded together, tongues devouring each other, Bo whimpering brought his arms around her as she moved to get off the bed. Shoyo stopped her by putting his thick body behind her, she felt his cock in her ass, as he brought his hands up to cup her breast, growling in her ear, “Daddy thinks you need to take this bra off.” He undid the clasp in between her heavy breast, watching as her tits sprung free catching the glint of her piercings, and guided the bra off her shoulders. His hands came up to cup her tits and began to massage them and pinch her darker tan nipples between his fingers, Shoyo was entranced with her piercings that made her more sensitive and began to tease her nipples,  while he left bite marks down her throat and shoulders grinding harder into her ass making her slicker by the second. Ava moaned at the sensation that sent ripples of pleasure through her body as Omi crawled across the bed and waited for Bo to release her lips for him to get a taste for himself, whispering in her ear, “Do you like being the center of attention Naníta? Hmm, do you like when you drive us MSBY men crazy?” Omi reached up and took hold of her chin before he brought his lips towards her. Shoyo had traced his fingers down to the top of her lace thong and slipped his fingers underneath to circle around her aching clit. She gasped into Omi’s lips and he growled as he devoured her moans. Bo was behind them stroking his cock and pinching his nipples enjoying the sight of Ava being coaxed to life by his teammates, “Yeah, baby owl, You look so fucking hot like that, hnnn…” Ava growled into Omi as Shoyo sinfully slipped in his middle finger into her drenched sex grinding more and more into her, reaching up and grabbing Omi by the throat, she broke the kiss and bit his bottom lip. “Now, now, you know I won the game...It looks like Shoyo is going first since you must have forgotten.” Omi groaned as she reached down and stroked his twitching cock through his boxer briefs, “Oh, are you drenched already? You haven’t even played with my pussy yet...Jefe.”

Letting go of Omi she reached down and stilled Shoyo’s hand torturing her fluttering slick walls, turning and kissing him, she slipped out his arms and headed towards her closet. “Bo, Daddy owl, in the nightstand will you pull out the lube baby.” Bo groaned and walked to the nightstand, rock hard and aching, and pulled out the lube. “Baby owl, do I have to wear the ball gag?” Ava poked her head out of the closet and smiled, “Daddy owl, you lost the game, I want my prize.” She stepped into her strap and adjusted the harness walking out with a large-sized dildo, still wearing her garter belt and thigh-high stockings, she heard the boys moan at the sight of her as she braided her long hair and flipped it over her shoulder. She shivered in anticipation and walked toward Bokuto. She took the lube out of his hands and kissed him, snaking her hand up to the back of his neck to pull on his hair forcing him to expose his neck, “Be a good boy now for your doña and present for me baby.” He whimpered and turned around to get on all fours on the bed, “Ah, ah, ah, I’m a shortie remember...on the floor Daddy Owl.” He did just that and looked at her over his broad shoulders with lust-blown eyes. Shoyo and Omi finished stripping and stroking lazily watching the power of their little dom making Bo present for her, Omi bucked his hips slightly in his own hand and moaned at the sight of her spreading Bo’s knees. “Fuck, Shoyo, I could watch this all night.” Shoyo moaned out loud as he squeezed his fat cock so he could edge himself, “She sure knows what she’s doing.” She turned her attention towards the other two, “Okay boys, let’s play.” She held out the gag and had Omi take it, “Make sure to put it on him right, jefe, I want to see him drool in the mirror.” She caressed her hands over Bo’s thick ass and down his back before bending over him and whispering in his ear, “I want to hear you cry out as you cum from us, baby.” Bo groaned at the sultry promise from Ava

Ava stood behind Bo and watched as Omi walked in front of Bo and bent down to take his lips in a quick sultry kiss before making him open his mouth to place the gag in and strap it behind his head. “Oh, Bo, look at you so handsome like this for our Doña. You are such a good boy.” Ava watched as Bokuto shivered in ecstasy with the praise. She took her fingers and was taken by surprise when Shoyo came up behind her to slide his hard cock between the crux of her thighs, “Daddy can’t wait for too much longer Dulce.” Shoyo groaned into Ava as he bit her shoulder thrusting slowly to make sure his dick was wet with her arousal, “Fuck, I need you please.” Ava turned and took her fingers and shoved them in Shoyo’s mouth, “Get them wet daddy I need to open our good boy up.” With brown eyes rolling in the back of his head he sucked and lapped at her fingers as she let the drool coat her digits. When she pulled them out she gave him a quick kiss, “Thank you, daddy.” Ava turned her attention to Bo’s perfect ass and slowly slid her wet fingers to coax him open, first her middle finger, Bo moaned against the ball gag and Omi whispered praises in his ear while stroking his dick. When Ava felt her need becoming greater and greater she watched for the first string of drool that escaped from Bo’s obstructed mouth. She slipped her index finger in his tight ass and felt him begin to relax as she scissored him open slowly to take her strap. As his moans became louder and the pool of pre began to soak her clean grey carpet below. “Oh, daddy owl, are you ready for me baby?” She guided her strap to the entrance of Bo’s ass and slowly sank in letting him take her inch by inch; crying out against the gag and drooling more. 

Ava finally bottomed out and pulled back to thrust inside of Bo before she set the pace, letting him get used to her inside of him. She gripped his hip before reaching to fist his hair and thrust into him, hearing Bo moan against his gag and seeing his eyes roll into the back of his head made Ava groan. “Shoyo...Daddy...Fuck us.” Ava heard Shoyo growl as he gripped her hip and guided his aching tip into her swollen opening and thrusted in. Ava cried out as she got used to Shoyo’s girth and length stretching her plush walls to their limits. “F-FUCK AVA!!!” Shoyo didn’t want to wait and picked up a brutal pace, slapping his heavy balls against Ava’s ass. Every thrust caused Ava to thrust harder and harder into Bo causing him to begin to cry. Omi fucking moaned the loudest as he stroked his aching cock to the sight of Bo drooling. Ava pulled harder on Bo’s hair and forced him to arch his back, “Fuck S-Shoyo!! DADDY!” Shoyo dug his fingers into her hips and knew she'd come out with bruises. “Omi please...want, hnnn, you inside, Omi!!!” Shoyo pulled out and waited for Omi. He gripped the tip of his cock and groaned as he edged himself, “Omi i'll take her ass if you take her tight pussy.” Ava kept thrusting into Bo, his moaning causing him to become more of a mess. When Omi got underneath both Bo and Ava.

Bo’s knees were on each side of his shoulders and Ava above, “Fuck, sugar plum, you look absolutely drenched,” he brought his digits to pump inside of her making her head fall back, “Your wet cunt sucks my fingers in so greedily plum.” Ava made Bo get on his knees and held his broad chest against her own as Omi guided himself into her and slowly stretched her. Shoyo cursed at the sight when he watched Omi take in Bo’s heavy sack and sucked on him while slowly thrusting up into Ava, “Your tight ass is gonna be filled now too, Baby.” Shoyo knows how to take his time and hears you whimper as he reaches in front to circle your clit  exposed by the strap buried deep inside of Bo rubbing against his spot. When she felt the fat head of shoyo enter her ass she cried out at the sensation of being double stuffed by thick volleyball players. “FUCK YESS!” Shoyo finally bottomed out inside of Ava, giving her a few moments to adjust, and began thrusting. Omi reached around and took Bo’s leaking heavy cock into his mouth and began to suck on him as he felt Ava forcefully thrust into his ass harder touching his pleasurable spot, making the drool flow from his mouth. Ava was close, Shoyo was beginning to twitch inside of her and throb, “Fuck, fuck, I’m-I’m gonna cum, I-“ Shoyo thrust one final time in Ava’s tight ass and emptied himself inside of her. Omi cried out with his thrust hitting Ava’s Soft spot and she threw her head back screaming as Bo followed suit emptying into Omi’s mouth. “DADDIIESSS!!!” Ava felt herself convulsing around Shoyo and Omi while Bo shook against Ava’s body. When she finally came down she reached and undid the ball gag and slowly slipped the strap out of Bo. 

Omi, after having caught his breath and waiting for Ava to let her gorilla grip on his cock relax, got up from under Ava and Bo and walked to the bathroom to grab a couple of warm washcloths. He tossed one to Shoyo who lay on his back with wide eyes, letting them uncross, “Hey, shorty, you good?” He chuckled when Shoyo took the warm washcloth and cleaned up, hissing with his sensitive tip. He found Bo hugging Ava’s midsection letting her praise him and kiss his forehead, “How is our boy doing?” Ava looked up and smiled a thousand-watt smile at Omi, “He’s a good boy, he did so good, didn’t you daddy owl.” Bo snuggled in more and inhaled Ava’s scent of jasmine and clean linen, “Mommy, I liked it so much.” Omi bent down and reached between Ava’s thighs and cleaned her up while taking her lips for a languid kiss. “Thank you, jefe, I needed you three tonight.” Ava then took her the other washcloth and cleaned Bo up. When Bo was cleaned up he stood and picked up Ava bridal style and took her to bed with Omi following behind and Shoyo sleeping on top of her midsection. The next morning she was surprised to find Ushi at her bedroom door smiling wickedly as she stirred awake, “Honey...looks like you had fun without me. I’m going to have to feed you and teach you a lesson later mi amor.” 

#haikyuu hinata #hinata smut #hinata shoyuo #katurou bokuto #bokuto smut #hq sakusa #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu smut

[asteriismos]

as the rush comes - bill denbrough

warning(s) : smut, bill is like 30 something and the reader is like 24 so age gap, inappropriate relationship, bill and his wife are separated, oral sex ( fem receiving ), 

words : 4.7k

request(s):

imma just request bill cheating on his wife with the reader😳💅🏼

“. . . and can you call to move the meeting on thursday to five o’clock instead of four o’clock?”

“yes, sir.”

“y/n, you’ve been working for me for almost three months now, you can call me bill.”

you looked up from your laptop at him, fingers stalling on the keys as you were typing the changes to bill’s schedule. you gave him a small smile, showing some teeth, then nodding. 

about three months ago when you were asking your english professor if there was anything you could be doing to further your image in the writing world, she offered to talk to a friend of hers about possibly offering you some kind of internship. that way you could get some connections come time for someone to read your writing, and a brief look of what being a writer was like on the daily. eager and ambitious as you were, you were quick to accept her offer, earning you an interview to work for bill denbrough.

the first time that you stepped into his house, you were greeted by his wife audra. she had a big smile on her face and told you that you’d possibly be able to help bill de-stress a little bit by helping with his scheduling. but when you stepped into bill's office, you were a little blown away. 

you had expected for bill to be older, especially with the way that he wrote his books. you’d read a few, deducting that bill must’ve had to be older to create such beautifully crafted stories as he did. the way that his words were stringed so eloquently was enough to make you so eager for him to be a possible mentor for him that you didn’t even believe that he would be as young as he was. or as hot as he was. 

stumbling over your words while sitting in the chair opposite of his across his desk, you somehow got the internship. 

bill was kind enough to give you a little office room just beside his own, saying that the room was empty anyways and it would be nice for you to have your own little space in his house. 

and that’s where you sat now, at your desk trying your best to work on his growing schedule. bill had another book in the works that he was planning to release early december, and since it was august now, his publisher wanted to meet to start the promotions. 

“is there anything else i should know of sir- i mean bill,” you said, shaking your head and feeling your cheeks heat up with your mistake. bill only flashed a smile, shaking his head and running his hand through his hair. that one strand of grey hair that peeked out every once in a while. sometimes when he wasn’t looking, you found yourself scanning over his face, fawning much like a schoolgirl with a crush over him. it was wrong, especially considering he was ten years older than you. and because he had a wife, however absent she’s been for the past month or so. he was still married. 

it didn’t take a detective to see that there was something going awry in their marriage. audra wasn’t there to greet you in the mornings anymore when you came over to work on the weekends or even when you stopped by to hand some legal documents late at night. you felt like it wasn’t really your place to question it, no matter how obvious it was that they were having trouble. 

“no, nothing for now. why are you here so late on a saturday night? college student like yourself I would assume you’d be out with friends,” he asked you. it was getting late, since the time you were supposed to leave to go home was almost two hours ago. you just shrugged, knowing the real reason that you were here was not the one he wanted to hear. a little, foolish part of you thought that if you spent more time with him that something would happen. it was shameful, you knew it was so wrong to think these things, and yet you still did. 

you closed your laptop just a little bit to get a better look at him. he was walking towards you now, leaning over the desk with his hands pushing against it. you saw his knuckles whiten a little bit at the pressure being put on them and you clenched your thighs together, thinking about what those fingers could possibly do to you. “I guess I just like to work for you a lot,” you said, a sheepish smile coming to your face as you gingerly sat back in your seat so you could get a better look at him. “you’re a really good boss.” 

he hummed, “yeah, well you’re a good intern.”

feeling your cheeks heat up, you checked the time on your phone, clearing your throat and starting to gather your things. in a pile on your desk, you saw that there were some forms that audra told you to take care of a few days ago. you finished them and was waiting for her to come back, but you still haven't seen her. taking your chance to finally ask bill about his wife, you looked at him and asked, “where’s audra?” you shook your head, realizing that seemed a little straightforward. “I mean, I have these forms for her and I haven’t seen her in a few days. is everything okay?”

bill looked down at the forms and took them from your hands, your hands brushing against each others for just a moment. he gave you a slight grin and shrugged his shoulders. “she’s been out for a couple days. staying at her moms I think.”

“why’s that?” the minute it left your mouth you wanted to smack yourself on the side of the head. you felt as if you were prying for information about stuff that wasn’t yours to know. 

“we’re separated at the moment. she wanted to leave for two weeks or so to think.”

suddenly you felt that pit in your stomach widen, wondering why the hell anyone would want to leave bill. he was kind, considerate, intelligent, and a damn good writer if you’ve ever seen one. you couldn’t help but think that if you were mrs y/n denbrough, you wouldn’t waste a single second with the man in front of you. that if you got to wake up to him every morning, you’d roll over on top of him and give him the best morning sex he’s ever had in his life. or if he was having a bad day, you would be there to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything would be okay. it wasn’t just a sexual longing between you two, it was a romantic one too. you wanted to give bill the world and more. 

you frowned. “I'm sorry, bill.”

“it’s okay, y/n. I'm sorry for unloading that on you. but I do really appreciate you being here. I think you’ll be my rock for the next couple of weeks, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

-

the next day you arrived at the denbrough house around seven at night, having taken the morning to get some work done around your dorm and go shopping for the week. you just needed to give the revised schedule for bill’s next week and then you could head back home. when you got there, you let yourself in with the key that was given to you, pushing open the dark brown door of the large house. 

the smell of coffee loomed over the whole household, bringing a smile to your face. you weren’t even sure that bill was here, since most lights were off, but the smell of coffee assured you that he was indeed here. if there was one thing you learned about bill over these past couple of months, is that he loved his coffee. every day, in the mornings and at night. he didn’t discriminate. 

you walked up the staircase and towards the end of the hallway where his big office was. when you got to the door, you knocked on it, opening the rest of the already cracked door. bill was sat at his desk looming over his computer screen, keyboards clacking with every hand movement of his. his gaze shifted to you, green eyes peering through his glasses that he only really used for writing. you gave him a smile, saying, “sorry to bother you, I just had the revised  schedule to give you.” you walked and reached in your bag to grab the papers. 

bill nodded. “you know you could’ve just emailed me them, y/n. you didn’t have to come all this way.” you only shrugged your shoulders, biting your bottom lip. your fingers danced along the sheets of paper stuffed in your bag, pulling them out and setting them at the edge of the deck. “thank you,” he said. 

your eyes stayed on the papers, ignoring the chills you felt from his gaze on you. you knew that he was looking at you, what you didn’t know was that he was looking at you with the same longing and lust that you looked at him with when he wasn’t looking. right as you were about to turn on your heel and say goodbye, his hand reached and grabbed your wrist, keeping you from walking away and making you look up at him. 

he was leaning against the desk, mouth agape staring at you. you gave him a knowing look, feeling fireworks erupt in your stomach at the contact. the only time that bill ever touched you was when he would accidentally bump into you or on the rare occasion that your hands would brush up against each other. those left you with sparks, not the full on fireworks show that his whole hand attached to your wrist gave you. this touch wasn't an accident, it had a meaning behind it. what that meaning was, you didn’t know at first. although it didn’t take you that long to figure out what he was trying to do when each of you subconscious leaned towards each other. 

when recalling the moment later, neither of you would know who closed the space between your two faces first. all both of you knew was that you were kissing from across the desk, his hand on your wrist not leaving while you grabbed at his face with your left hand. it was a slow kiss at first, tentatively testing the waters. but that didn’t last very long. because to bill you tasted like that cherry chapstick that you were always putting on and freedom. you tasted like something he never knew he needed in his life. and to you, bill tasted like coffee and relief. relief that you finally were getting what you had secretly longed for.

no, the kiss didn’t stay slow the second it registered in your minds what you were actually doing. bill pulled away from you only a moment, enough time to walk to the end of the desk where you were so he could be closer to you as he pressed his lips onto yours again. your hands reattached themselves to his face, lightly cupping it and relishing in the feeling of his body flush against yours. your back dug lightly into the edge of the desk and you instinctively pushed yourself to sit on top of it, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him as close as he possibly could be. 

one of his hands stayed at the back of your neck while the other ran down your side, thumb pressing against your hipbone sending your mind into overdrive. papers and pencils flew to the ground the farther you moved onto the desk, though neither of you cared what was going on around you, all you cared about was getting what you needed : each other. 

his lips trailed down from your own to your jawline, teeth pressing against the soft skin that connected your jaw to your neck. you sighed out, hands moving down to his torso and surrendering into his touch as if saying do anything to me, anything you’d like.

and he did, because the second he heard that sigh come from your pretty pink lips he was determined to explore every part that he could of your body. he payed extra attention to your neck, sucking just under your chin, earning a soft moan on your part at the feeling. your hips pressed against his and each of you breathed out, liking that feeling more than anything in the world. 

soon enough he was back to kissing you again, hand trailing up your shirt and stopping at your bra. his fingers danced along the band and reached up until he was cupping you through your bra, giving a little squeeze which you keeled into. your own hand pushed up his light sweater he was wearing, so close to pushing it up and off, until a small ounce of guilt found its way into the back of your head.

bill was married, this was wrong, right? no matter how much you wanted him or he wanted you, there was still a band around his left ring finger. 

you pulled away from him, slightly panting from the air being restored back into your lungs. bill gave you a quizzical look and you sighed, hands going back to your sides to fiddle with the ends of your shirt. “we shouldn’t be doing this,” you said to him, nodding forward and jumping off the desk. “you’re married and im just- im just me.”

“that’s why I like you, y/n. because you are you. you read my stories and don’t think that they’re terrifying and you always know the right things to say. I want you. you’re not like any other woman I've met in my life,” bill said to you. 

you only shook your head, grabbing your bag that had fallen to the floor and muttering a small goodbye to him. from there you made your way outside of the house, closing the front door. for just a moment you leaned against the outside of the door and closed your eyes, not knowing what your next move was. 

if there was even a move to make. 

- 

you called in sick the day after your little makeout session with bill, deciding that you needed a little bit longer than just twelve hours to think of what the logical response was. not only was bill an older married man that may or may not be divorcing his wife, he was also your boss. what if something went wrong and he fired you? you didn't know if you would ever get an opportunity like this again. 

the devil on your shoulder, however, was telling you to go as far as you could with him. after all, bill was obviously reciprocating the same feelings that you were for him. you had basically been lusting for him for over a month now, what was the harm in sleeping with him once? maybe you two just needed to let off some steam and let the sexual tension go and just give into your desires. 

because after all, he said that he wanted you. 

you came a little earlier to the house than you were supposed to, deciding that if things were to be awkward, you could clock in early and leave early too. you stepped into your office and turned on the light, keeping the door open as you usually did and getting all your stuff set up. you heard a throat clear from behind you and you turned to see bill standing there, his hair disheveled and staring at you with his usual tired eyes. “I missed you yesterday,” he said in a soft voice, giving you a smile. 

you smiled back. “me too. I'm sorry about leaving so quickly that day.”

“did you think about what I said before you left?” you grinned, taking a leap of faith. “I did.” 

bill walked closer to you, his face inches away from yours. you could feel his breath fan against your face and your legs felt like jelly. he was so close to you that you thought you were going to melt into a puddle of mush just at the mere thought of him touching you again like he had two days ago. or doing more to you. “and what did you think about?”

taking a leap of faith and pushing all coherent thoughts out of your mind, you said, “I want you too.”

and that’s all it took for bill to grab you by the wrist, leading you out of your tiny office and into another room that you haven’t ever been to before. his room. there was a dresser next to the closet and two bookshelves filled with thick books. then there was his bed, which was made rather messily but it added a little charm to the room that made you smile to yourself. 

you dropped down on the bed face up, pulling him down on top of you with a giggle. he kissed you again, already realizing how much missed those lips of yours. you’d never get tired of this. not in a million years if this ever happened again which you thoroughly hoped it did. 

bill kisses like he’s taking his last dying breaths and you feel yourself drowning in the feeling of his body against yours, taking that chance that you didn’t take two days ago by pushing up his shirt over his head. the second it was off and thrown onto the floor of the room, your hands were gripping and appreciating every taut muscle of his sun kissed skin, he was so much bigger than any guy you’ve ever been with. no one had ever made you feel this way, the sense of longing and desperation, the way that bill did by just kissing you. you knew that you were in for something when you felt his growing hard on press against your inner thigh. 

his lips attach to your neck, taking his time to appreciate the soft moans and gasps that left your mouth when he sucked and licked. he pulls away for only a moment to take your shirt off, hands cupping and groping your breasts with such needy force you didn’t know was ever possible. as his left hand gripped your left breast, you didn't feel the cold hard metal of a ring on his finger. he had taken it off. you arched your back up the second his kisses trailed down to the valley of your breasts. 

your eyes were screwed shut, leaving you to just your other four senses. you could sense his eyes on your face, watching your facial expressions with every little thing he did. 

bill pulled his lips away from your skin just a few centimeters, keeping his eyes on you. “have you done this before?”

you nodded your head, thinking back to the few times that you’ve had sex with another person. it was never really all that fulfilling. sometimes you even wondered if there was something wrong with you because guys would cum and you wouldn’t. they just weren't satisfying enough. “only a few times. but it’s never felt this good before.”

“have you even orgasmed from someone else before?” 

heat rose to your cheeks. “no, never,” you replied, suddenly feeling really embarrassed that you were admitting this to him. he probably thought that you were just some stupid girl now. 

but he didn’t. if anything, it posed as a challenge for bill. he wanted to give you what all those stupid younger boys couldn’t. the look in his eyes was sinful as he gave you one last look, then resorted to kissing all the way down to your navel, stopping to take a little extra time with the skin right above your pants line. your hands moved up to his hair, feeling the strands interlace with your fingers. 

his hands pushed your pants down along with your panties, leaving you completely bare in front of him. you felt insecure, instinctually closing your legs away from him. bill tutted, shaking his head and taking both of his hands to spread your legs open in front of him. he sat there looking at the curve of your hips and the apex of your thighs, eyes landing on your wet center. you looked down at him while he did nothing, only staring at you. you were completely vulnerable, insides screaming for him to just touch you. 

in one swift movement, he was kissing the top of your thigh, moving south until his breath was fanning against your center. you thought if you had to wait any longer that you might just die. bill knew this though, winking up at you and burying his face into your heat. the moan that you let out the second he made his first stripe all the way from your entrance to your clit probably could be heard from the neighbors house. no guy had ever gone down on you before, and you couldn’t believe that you were missing this amazing thing in your life. 

his hands gripped your thighs to steady himself and also so you couldn’t squirm away from him too much. your heels dug into the top of his back, keeping him close. 

his tongue had you reeling for more, heart beating practically out of your chest when he moved to suck on your clit. you pulled on his hair, soft sounds spewing from your lips like it was the only thing that you could really do. all the while he kept his eyes on you, knowing that the would be playing this over and over in his mind for days to come. the way that your eyes were sewn shut, chest arching and heaving. it was almost pornographic. 

that pit in your stomach that had been steadily building was growing in size, muscles spasming while you grew towards a peak you’ve never felt with another human before. and you thought about how if he was this good with his tongue, bill must even be better than this with his dick. he knew just the right things to do to you to make you gasping for more, more, more. 

“fuck, bill, im so close,” you moaned out, legs clenching together. his tongue guided you towards that peak, it felt like white hot heat the second you hit your high, hips rolling against his face. he helped you come down, giving you a few more licks and rubbing his hands up and down your thighs. 

your breathing began to steady and he came up from in between your legs, pecking you on the lips. “you were so good, can you give me one more?” he asked you. you nodded, wanting all that you could get of bill denbrough. your hands came to help his own with the belt on his jeans, pushing them down his hips and off of his legs for good. bill moved away from you and off the bed, going to grab a package and standing at the edge of the bed. you watched as he dexterously opened the package with his teeth and slipped the condom on him, getting back on top of you and positioning himself in your hips. 

when you looked down, you tried to keep yourself from your eyes widening at the sight of him. he looked like he could split you in half. you must’ve hadn’t done a good job at concealing your surprise because you heard a chuckle come from him. “I'll be gentle, don’t worry,” he said to you, trying to calm your nerves. 

you looked into his eyes and pulled him by his shoulders so he was fully on top of you. his tip teased your entrance, coming to rub against your slit. “what if I don’t want you to be gentle?” you asked him, a smirk coming to your face. bill laughed, pushing into you and watching your smirk leave your face and pleasure take over. “we’ll see about that princess,” he said. 

he wasn’t even fully in yet and you felt your walls want to clench around him, but you breathed in and out and concentrated on that once he was all the way in. you grabbed him by the back of the neck as he stalled in you and kissed him. “I can handle it, bill,” you muttered into his mouth, your hips rolling against his. 

bill didn’t respond, deciding to give you what you wanted. he pulled all the way out of you and pushed back in, feeling you around him made bill groan. you were so tight and wet and he was in heaven. he was filling you up in a way you never have felt before and you couldn't get enough of him, you couldn’t get enough of the feeling. 

his thrusts were slow and sensual at first, but when he felt your hips moving against his, he knew that you wanted more. bill then upped the pace, grabbing one of your legs and pushing it up to get a better angle. that made you basically putty in his hands. your hands were clenched onto his back and knew that you were making marks that would stay there for days to come. 

the base of his cock pressed against your already sensitive clit and you breathed out, arching your back to try and make him go even deeper than he already was. bill thrusted in with such a force that he hit that one spot in you that had you a moaning mess, hitting it repeatedly and holding your leg up higher. 

“you feel so good,” he muttered out, hand coming to grip your breast and pinch your nipple lightly. 

“bill,” you moaned out, holding him as close as you could.

his name sounded so pornographic coming from you that he tried his best to remember how it sounded. it was unlike anything he had ever felt in his life. you looked so fucking good taking him like this. he felt as if he had everything he ever wanted in the palm of his hands. and he was making you feel good, better than anyone ever had before. 

this drove his pride, thrusting animal like into you to take you to that peak again. he wanted to make you cum again. and you did, after about three thrusts from him, each one pulling out all the way and pushing in with force. his hand slipped down to rub your clit in figure eights and you came with a yell of his name. 

not even two thrusts after he was cumming, a low groan eliciting from his lips while his body stalled on top of you. each of your skins were drenched with sweat that you two almost stuck to each other. he pulled your face to meet his own and gave you a quick peck, and continued this all the way down your neck then stopping to bury his face into the crook of your neck. 

minutes later bill pulled out of you, helping you into your clothes again and throwing the condom away in the trash in the bathroom connected to his room. 

what does this mean?

suddenly you realized what you had done, and you didn’t know what to make of it. 

“what does this mean, bill?” you asked him, sitting at the edge of the bed. 

bill pulled his sweater back over his body and shrugged his shoulders. to be honest, he didn’t really know. he knew that he liked you, you weren’t just some kind of conquest. at the same time he thought about audra, and how there was no way he could go back to her now. not after he had confessed that he had feelings for you. bill walked over to you and pulled you up, wrapping his big arms around you. 

you reciprocated, enjoying the smell of him as it enveloped you. bill didn’t even say words, and yet you felt comforted. “I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered, pulling away so you were looking at his face. “but I don’t want to just be the other woman.” 

“you’re not, y/n. we’ll figure it out. I promise we will.”

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[impala-dreamer]

Silence

SPN FanFic

~Y/N is feeling a little antsy, but sadly, Dean's in the next bed and Sam's not having it. Or, is he?~

Sam x Reader, Dean

1,665 Words

Warnings: NSFW! Smut. Playful bet. Some slightly rough stuff. Private Slapping. Ahem. It's Smut, OK? It's dirty.

A/N: Just something I dug out of Wip Mountain. Hope you enjoy. This totally didn't happen to me in real life... Nah... ;)

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Y/N draped her hand gently over Sam’s cotton-covered chest, letting her fingers sneak underneath his arm, careful not to tickle him too badly. She was ever conscious of his sensitive spots and used them only when it was to her utmost advantage. Now was not one of those times.

He wasn’t asleep, just still, and Y/N felt him shift against her, turning slightly to fold his arms around her. His lips grazed the top of her head and she let out a sigh against his neck.

“You awake?” she whispered, knowing full well that he was.

Sam made a little noise of admission and turned fully onto his side to face her. The bed was smaller than usual, the entire motel room was, honestly, but she didn’t mind being so cramped. Not when she was cramped with Sam.

“Good.” Y/N bit her lip and dropped her hand from his side, slowly dragging her fingers down his hard body and hooking them into his boxers.

“What’re you doing?” he asked under his breath, a smile painting his words.

Y/N snuck inside his shorts and cupped her hand. “What do you think?”

His giant hand closed around her wrist and pulled her quickly from the promised land. “Y/N/N, come on…”

Her whisper was fierce but low. “What! Come on, Sam. I’m...ya know. Let’s… ya know.”

“Not tonight,” he sighed. “Save it. We’ll be home tomorrow.”

“I don’t want to save it. I want to do it now.”

“Dean’s right there,” he said firmly, nodding towards the bed behind her.

As if on cue, Dean let out a loud, rumbling snore and Y/N shook her head.

“Who cares? He’s asleep.” She tried to twist her wrist from his grasp, but he held her tight.

“He’ll wake up,” he warned. “You’re too damn loud.”

Y/N gasped in exaggerated offense. “That’s a lie!”

“Is it?”

Even in the dark, she could see his sassy frown.

“OK, fine. I’m loud. But I can be quiet.”

Sam kissed her forehead and patted her shoulder condescendingly. “No, you can’t.”

“Wanna bet?”

He laughed quietly. “Fine.” His grip on her hand released and Sam pushed her shoulder, forcing Y/N onto her back. “But one noise, I mean...a single peep out of you and I stop.”

“Got it, Chief,” she teased, already squirming in anticipation as he settled against her.

Sam lay a huge hand on her stomach as he stared down into her eyes. “I mean it. Not a sound. Absolute silence.”

Y/N took a deep, calming breath and sealed her lips shut. She nodded quickly and tried to hide her smile.

Sam dropped his chin and hovered over her lips for a moment. “Good.”

His kiss was slow, deep, the kind that shut her eyes and made her hips roll unconsciously. She let out a long breath when he let her go, lips parted and reaching up for his.

Sam grinned and nodded approvingly before moving on. The hand on her stomach slid further south, fingertips grazing the top of her pelvis teasingly. Y/N sucked in a breath and held it, waiting, praying he’d drop the inches and realize how terribly wet and needy she was already.

He kept his cool, pawing at her gently, barely touching her skin as his lips pulsed at her jaw. This breath howled in her ear like an oncoming storm; hot and loud, knocking out everything else.

A tiny rumble hit the back of her throat, but Y/N quickly swallowed it down; her eyes flying open as she caught herself before disaster struck.

Sam noticed her flinch and smiled against her throat. “Silence,” he reminded her in the barest of whispers.

She swallowed hard and tried to stay calm, but as soon as she found the peaceful lake in her mind, Sam’s giant hand slipped down to cover her pussy, pressing firmly upwards against her. Her thighs slammed shut on his wrist and her teeth gnashed painfully.

Pride beamed in his eyes as Sam sat up a bit to look into her face, watching the pained twitches of her eyes and jaw as he snuck his fingers up inside her shorts. Skin grazed damp flesh and Y/N’s eyes rolled back.

“Oh, that feels good, doesn’t it?” he teased; deep voice barely above a breath.

Y/N bit her tongue and nodded as his heel rubbed at her clit.

“I bet it does. You’re soaked.” Sam’s middle finger pushed inside her cunt and Y/N’s shoulders lifted from the bed.

Her lips were bruising from her own teeth, cheeks near to bleeding as Sam slowly fucked her on his expert fingers, working her up into a silent frenzy.

Somewhere outside a car was starting, a hungry motel resident fed quarters into a broken vending machine, the neon sign buzzed loud and bright. But inside room twenty-seven, all was silent but for Dean’s snoring and Y/N’s slow but heated breaths.

When Sam felt her spasm on his fingers, he pulled away, gently urging her to lift her hips as he pulled the shorts down around her knees. The bedsprings creaked as he squirmed out of his boxers and fit between her legs, still kicking away cotton and trying not to rock the bed frame.

Her eyes were wide, her lips parted, but nothing came out. Sam smiled and licked at her open mouth, tasting her heat, watching as her eyes fluttered closed. She kissed him hard, lifting her hands to wrap around the back of his neck and hold him there as his hips pushed her thighs apart.

“Don’t...breathe,” he told her, slowly rocking his hips forward to press his cock against her. “Silence.”

Y/N took a quick breath and held it, her entire body tightening as Sam dipped into her slick cunt. She dented her bottom lip as she held in the moan, wanting so to scream out and let him know how big he was, how good it felt to be wrecked by his monster cock.  

She let out a hiss by accident as he bottomed out suddenly, the depth of his thrust nearly stopping her heart.

In the next bed, Dean stirred, rolling over onto his stomach and wiping his mouth on the pillow.

Sam looked down with a disapproving glare, but Y/N distracted him with a wet kiss, drawing him closer as her fingers tangled in his hair. He hit his stride, snapping his hips with mind-numbing force, edging her closer to another pop of pleasure.

Y/N did all she could not to make any noise, biting at Sam’s lips as well as her own, holding her breath until her lungs strained, clawing at his neck and shoulders as a distraction. Odd thing was, the more she kept the noises inside, the more her body reacted to his touch. Every muscle was shaking, every nerve on fire. She wanted to cum again, to scream and moan and ride his cock until her brains leaked out of her cunt. But she kept it all inside. Holding back as long as she could.

Sam watched her internal struggle with keen eyes. The more she held back, the more he pushed her, wanting to win, wanting her to break and cry out. He wanted to hear her scream his name, feel her body clench and twist against him as she howled into the dark.

Cheating, or maybe just because he was ready to blow, Sam dropped his right hand down between them and rubbed soft but fast against her swollen clit.

Y/N slapped him hard, trying not to make any noise, nearly breaking her jaw as she clenched her teeth tight.

He rubbed a little faster as he thrust and Y/N lifted her lips to Sam’s, biting his tongue harder than either would have liked.

Dean coughed in his sleep and turned his head, burying his face in the crook of his elbow.

Ripping away from her entrenched fingernails, Sam sat up on his knees and grabbed her hips, pulling them upwards. The new angle made Y/N choke around a cry but Sam wasn’t done yet. With a devilish smirk, he brought his hand down onto her clit, slapping her quickly. She bit the insides of her cheeks; the familiar taste of iron hitting her tongue.

Another crack of his flat palm and Y/N lost it, squeaking out a pained cry as she came, squirting around his cock.

Dean rolled over again and Sam clamped his hand down on her mouth, pushing her into the mattress as he finished; keeping her silent once more as he came.

Y/N licked her wetness from his palm while Sam came down, finally setting her free and rolling back onto his side next to her.

“I told you I could be quiet,” she said, gasping. “Fuck. It’s exhausting behind so quiet for so long.”

“You did pretty good,” he agreed, punching his pillow before falling onto it. “But you lost.”

Y/N startled. “What! I did not!”  

Sam shrugged and nodded. “You did. You screamed at the end there.”

Her eyes narrowed with accusation. “You slapped my clit!”

“Because that always makes you scream.”

Y/N huffed. “So this was rigged from the jump. You asshole.”

“For fuck’s sake, can you keep it down!” Dean’s annoyed voice boomed through the room as he shot up and hit Y/N’s ass with his pillow. “I’m trying to sleep.”

She turned, embarrassed and grinned innocently. “Sorry?”

“You two need to get your own room next time,” he grumbled, snatching his pillow back and cuddling it against his chest. “Sitting here talking about slapping body parts and all your nastiness. Just screw or shut up about it.”

Sam and Y/N exchanged a silent laugh as Dean grumbled himself back to sleep.

“OK,” Y/N whispered, “I guess we both lost.”

“Nope,” Sam argued with a slick smile. “We won.”

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Bright Episode TWO, Part Two

DISCLAIMER I DONT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS EXCEPT FOR LIA. Please don't steal my work. Songs listed here are linked at the bottom. Love y'all and stay safe 😉

Back at the Molina household where the girls are studying “Sooo…” Julie starts, putting her book down and facing Lia, “When are we going to talk about the obvious?”

“What do you mean?”

“Umm…” Julie gets off her bean bag, “The fact that there are three ghosts living in my studio and the fact that they are in a band and…” Julie starts pacing around as Malia’s eyes follow her around, “these boys are literally ruining my life and oh…” She comes to a standstill in front of Malia who’s on the bed and puts her arms up, “ONE OF THEM IS YOUR DEAD BROTHER!”

Malia reaches over and puts her hand over Julie’s mouth, “First, could you be any louder? Second, yes it’s crazy that there are three boys who happen to be in a band and it's even weirder that one of them is my dead brother. Third… this is too much effort, I guess I’ll just not become a scientist…” Malia says, throwing her chemistry book away.

“Okay first off…” Julie starts as she throws Lia’s hand off her mouth, “You love chemistry and you're literally a genius, second… he’s your brother Lia! Like he’s your mentor. Literally!”

“Okay first… calm down…” Malia says, getting off the bed and grabbing her guitar case, “Second. I know that he’s my brother and it’s weird. Literally he’s the reason why I love music but he’s also the reason why I hate music like literally screw hot dogs man!”

Malia opens up the case and pulls out Luke’s guitar, “Also how’d you figure out that he was you know… the… hot dogged man?”

“Well, I have been to your house before and I have seen pictures of him before.”

“Okay… fair enough. But now what? Do I just be like… hey you what’s up dog? Guess what, a couple years after you died your parents had me and now they’re my parents and they despise me for the fact that I like music because you ran away for music but they also love me way too much and literally have a tracker installed on my phone?”

“Okay that might be too much?”

“I wanted to give him back his guitar,” Lia slowly strums a couple chords, “Figured I could tell him when I did that,” Lia’s eyes get heavy “Hot dog this sucks so much.”

Julie just gives Lia a hug.

“Okay here’s the plan,” Lia says, shaking off the tears, “I’m going to head to the studio and your going to make sandwiches and then we're gonna meet at the dining table and depending on how everything goes we're gonna talk, cry or laugh. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Lia walking to the studio with Luke’s guitar - Lia’s perspective

I shake myself to amp myself up as I knock on the door before entering.

“Hey Boys….” I say as I see Reggie and Alex doing random things.

“Oh hey Malia,” Reggie smiles.

“Hi Reggie… um do you guys know where Luke is?”

“Yeah… he’s staring at food he can’t eat,” Alex says.

“Sick… um I just came to check in and I wanted to give this to Luke? It’s his,” I say as I walk towards the coffee table and set the case on it. Alex and Reggie crowd behind me as I pull out Luke’s minty green electric guitar.

“Wait, that is his guitar!” Reggie says, that sweet… kinda non-brainy kid.

“Yeah… she just said that,” Alex say, “So how’d you get it? And how did you know it was his?”

“Well…” I start as I close my case and set the guitar down and take a seat on the couch, “When you guys died, some of your belongings were probably sent to your families and well… this guitar was returned to his family.”

“I don’t get it,” Reggie shrugs.

“It means they’re related.” “He’s my brother.”

The boys turn to face me.

“He didn’t have a sister.” “Well he did after he died.”

“Dang that’s weird,” Reggie says, walking off.

“Well… does he know?”

“Nope. I came here to tell him but umm… he’s not here. So now imma leave this guitar here and leave and i’ll tell him tomorrow so like… don’t tell him?”

I slowly get up and walk out. I can feel the guys eyes stuck to the back of my head.

As I go to walk up the stairs Reggie suddenly pops up in front of me.

“Ah!”

“Sorry about that,” He reaches behind to scratch his head in an awkward way, “I just wanted to let you know that it must have been hard… you know not knowing Luke but… he would have really loved you.”

“Thanks Reg… that means a lot.”

“Reg?”

“Yeah… It’s cute.”

I slowly walk past him with a smile on my face and head back inside the house.

The next morning - At the dance where Lia is working as Tech

Flynn and Julie had just walked in. Malia had been working with the other Tech guy, Dyan, to deal with all the lights and etc. Dirty Candy started singing.

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Yeah, we're going sky high, never gonna settle

Living in the fast lane, pedal to the metal

We see it, wе want it, we get it, we got it

Evеrybody lose control

We came to play, where you at?

We're going hard, just like that, yeah

We the bomb, chain react

Blow their minds and watch them

Woah, woah, woah, woah

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Lia watches from above as the three boys pop outta nowhere and they talk to Julie. Reggie, amazed by Carrie, won’t stop looking at them.

Come follow me, we gon' make history

'Cause we are the champions like Freddie Mercury

Yeah we gonna rock you, never gonna not do

Always making headlines, yeah, we're the hot news

We came to play, where you at?

We're going hard, just like that, yeah

We the bomb, chain react

Blow their minds and watch them

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah"

Hands up, throw back, boo yah

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Made moves, on the rise now

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow, wo-o-o-ow

Wo-o-o-o-o-ow

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Mm, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

Ooh, yeah, yeah

They watch Alex dance until Luke slaps him across the shoulder. Lia giggles causing Dylan to give her a WTF look.

See 'em look, hear 'em "ooh-ah" (Yeah, yeah)

Hands up, throw back, boo yah (Ooh)

We're the best, no doubt (No doubt!)

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow" (Wow)

Made moves, on the rise now (Yeah)

Run stuff, get a piece of that pie now

We're the best, no doubt (We're the best, no doubt)

Check it out, yeah, we make 'em say "wow"

“Thank you… thank you,” Carrie says, “Oh and make sure you don’t forget to check out my new youtube video! Oh and go Bobcats!”

“Alright… thats it I can clean up here,” Lia says, shooing Dylan away.

Julie gets pumped up by the band. Lia watches from above as Julie makes her way to the stage and sits at the piano. She realizes what's happening and turns on the mic. Julie starts playing the piano causing Dylan to Look at Lia, “I thought we were done?”

Julie starts playing a tune.

Sometimes I think I'm falling down

“This was a last minute edition?” Lia replies, turning on the spotlight.

I wanna cry, I'm calling out

For one more try to feel alive

And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home

Fight through the dark and find the spark

The crowd slowly starts to slow as Flynn and the boys watch Julie

Life is a risk, but I will take it

Close my eyes and jump

Together, I think that we can make it

C'mon let's run

Suddenly the boys pop up on the stage with Julie

“How did that…”

“Holograms dylan, holograms.”

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

“Is this really happening?”

“Just go with it.”

In times that I doubted myself

I felt like I needed somе help

Stuck in my head with nothing left

I feel somеthing around me now

So unclear, lifting me out

I found the ground I'm marching on

Flynn watches in confusion - Julie never said anything about a band?

Life is a risk, but we will take it

Close my eyes and jump

Together, I think that we can make it

C'mon let's run

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

And rise through the night, you and I

We will fight to shine together, bright forever

In times that I doubted myself

I felt like I needed some help

Stuck in my head with nothing left

And when I feel lost and alone

I know that I can make it home

Fight through the dark and find the spark

Julie walks through Luke causing the crowd to scream

And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I)

We will fight to shine together (we will shine together) bright forever (bright forever)

And rise (rise) through the night (throught the night), you and I (you and I)

We will fight to shine together (we will shine together), bright forever

The students continue to cheer

Carrie looks mad, Ms. Harrison looks proud, the boys flash away and Julie looks scared.

Wow. By Dirty Candy

Bright. By Julie - and the phantoms 

TGIF by @evenshands​

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 86)

"Lover"

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Playing with Colson's padlock around her neck, Luna looks through the mess of lyrics she has scrawled throughout the pages of her notebook. Her guitar sits in her crossed legs as she swigs the handle of Jack. A lighter, her cigarettes, phone, a tin case of joints, ashtray and random other objects litter the bed around her.

Luna strums lightly, trying to figure out the bridge. Softening her voice, she tries to play it out.

🎼They say//If you dress//Like This//It means//You want It//So//IIII//Can take from//Yooou🎶

Luna continues strumming the chords. Imagining the sound of the bass and light drumming in her mind.

🎶They think//If you act//Like That//It means//You want it//And//I'llllll//Do what//I want//Toooo🎶

Luna rips a solo she has running through her brain. The bass and drums slamming together through her head afterwards.

"Fuck... I need a bassist." She talks into the air.

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Colson hangs out on The Bus for a bit. Playing Call of Duty, burning and drinking as beer bottles empty and shot glasses are passed.

He shoots the shit with Sam. It being the first time they've had a chance to get to know each other. Both having a lot in common with their musical tastes and life experiences, being around the same age and struggling as lower middle class kids with no solid parents. Colson not realizing how long Sam and Luna have been friends or even that Sam is her only drummer. Let alone a musician at all.

"Fuck, Dude. I'm sorry. I knew you had to have some type of substance to be able to run wit Loons... But damn, I undercut you majorly." Colson admits. "You really stick a dude tonight?" He asks, amused.

"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Sam dismisses him as she swigs her beer.

Colson nods with a chuckle. Immediately thinking of Luna. His Brooklyn Bitch.

"You two HAVE been friends for a long time." He smirks.

"Longer than most." Sam swigs her beer again, not fully sure on Colson.

"I can tell. You seem just as ferocious as she is." He says with a wide grin. "Imma go catch her... You enjoy." He smiles at Sam before disappearing off into the back of The Bus.

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"Enh... At least he didn't try to fuck me." Sam thinks of all the other male musicians that have crossed her path. Bestfriend's boyfriends or not. Some dudes have no fucking cooth. "Maybe there is hope for them..." Sam considers for the first time since her poor first impression of Colson in NY

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Luna's propped against the wall at the head of the bed. She's knocked out, guitar still in hand. Belongings in a disarray.

Colson can't help but chuckle again as he admires her. He truly loves her. Her maniacalness, her creativity, and her passion for what and whom she loves.

As he cleans her things off the bed, he finds her lyrics.

"Damn, yo...... She spits the illest shit... And on Ellen..? Fuck." Colson thinks admiring Luna's craft and steel pussy of bravery.

He finishes putting everything aside before gently taking her guitar. Knowing she'll probably move, she does.

"Baby...." She murmurs sleepily as she cuddles into the pillow.

"Baby? She hates Baby?" Colson thinks with his head cocked.

Biting the sides of his mouth, he sets Luna's guitar down. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he watches her sleep curled up like a cat.

"Chill the FUCK out, Kells." He tells himself. His heart is racing. She's NEVER called him Baby.

Colson lights a joint while still watching Luna. He's not sure what he's jealous of and is trying to shake it off. Puffing hard, he drops his heavy pants with a THUD.

Luna doesn't move.

"Fucking Sleeping Beauty...." He thinks snidely, hoping but knowing his pants wouldn't wake her.

Joint in his mouth, Colson pulls the blankets down from under Luna. She shifts as he climbs in, covering her with him.

Snuggling up close, she breathes out a whiskey stained "Mmmm... Lover..." As she reaches for him.

"Who THE FUCK is Lover, Luna?!?" He can't hold back any longer as he jolts back out of the bed.

The sound of her name pops Luna's intoxicated head up. Taking a minute to focus her eyes and brain.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asks groggily.

"I can't call you Babe or Baby Girl but you're off mumbling Baby and Lover in your fucking sleep??" Colson unloads.

Luna's drunken head is unsteady on her shoulders. She's not sure Why she's getting yelled at and is quietly taking the moment to decide whether to fuck shit up or cradle whatever the fuck is going on with her dumbass partner right now.

She tries the latter.

"What are you talking about?" Her sleepy, unamused eyes ask again.

"Who the fuck you dreaming about?" Colson spits out.

This wakes Luna RIGHT up.

"WHAT?" She asks, sitting up.

"Who the fuck is Baby and Lover? I ain't fucking Baby or Lover..." Colson cocks his head back.

"What.The.FUCK. Are you talking about because right now, you sound like a fucking psycho." Luna states.

Colson isn't making any sense to her.

"You said it in your SLEEP!!" He shouts, frustrated.

"Hold up. Wait." Luna puts her hand up.

Looking at Colson, she's starting to comprehend this stupid situation she's found herself in.

"Gimme that fucking joint." She states with her eyebrows furrowed.

Colson passes it to her.

"Fuck......" He thinks, knowing from her tone, he done Fucked Up. Bracing himself for her unleveling.

Luna hits the half a joint he passed to her. Eyeballing him. Her hands start flittering around as she speaks. Smoke from the joint swirling around her.

"YOU woke me the FUCK up on some Kitty BooBoo name bullshit I said in my SLEEP!!?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB-DUMB OR ARE YOU BEN STILLER FROM TROPIC THUNDER DUMB!!??" Luna shouts.

She places the joint between her lips. Running her hands over her eyes and forehead as she pulls hard on it as it hangs in her mouth as she exhales. Inhaling, she pulls on it again, before taking it away between her two fingers. Finally raising her eyes to his.

"You realize, you're on some fuck shit right now, right? And if you don't stop I'm gonna fucking kill you. So, how bout we both survive, you shut the fuck up and get in this fucking bed with me. Now."

Luna gives Colson One Look. It's One of many that says a multitude of things.

"WHO'S your fucking Baby?" He tests with a scowl.

Luna gives him The Most Annoyed look EVER as she hits the joint. Glaring at him as she exhales and stomps it out.

"YOU are my fucking Baby. My Babe. My Boo. My fucking Bae. Holy Fucking Shit, I think the correct terminology at this point, is my fiancé. Real talk? YOU'RE MY FUCKING ASSHOLE right now though." Luna's hands fly out with her words now. "And if you don't get in this fucking bed...." Luna threatens Colson as she strips off her pants and bra. Leaving on only a T and her panties.

"THIS fucking bitch with her fucking black." Colson thinks, trying not to want the treat enticing him inside their bed.

"You're such a fucking cunt." Colson states firmly as he climbs in with her.

Pulling Luna against his hard dick by her hips. He slips his hands down her dark panties.

"And a wet fucking whore." He claims.

Licking his fingers, while flipping her on her back. Not giving a fuck about her wound.

"Who's fucking Whore?" Luna coaxes.

Taking her shirt off as he rips the black cotton down and off her legs.

Pushing her thighs up, Colson presses his mouth against Luna's. Forcing his tongue and cock inside of her at the same time.

Gasping for air, she takes them both. Hands gripping Colson's ass as he delves deeper into her. Mouth sucking on his lips and tongue as her body succumbs to him.

Colson has complete control over Luna's body. Pinning both arms above her as he rocks himself into her warm inner body.

With one leg around his waist, the other tangled in his leg, Luna pushes her hips into his deep thrusts. Taking him farther inside of her.

"You do what I fucking say." He taunts as he grips her wrist tighter.

All this does is interest Luna's pussy even more. Held down, her hips buck drunkenly.

Colson's wing span is long enough to hold both Luna's wrists securely and place a firm grip on her wild hip. Holding her down, he sucks fiercely on her neck and face as he pounds his dick into her.

The submissive side of her kicking in, Luna let's go. Allowing her Lover to take whatever he wants. Moaning in pleasure as he handles her however he desires. Flipping and moving her into any position he likes. Always hitting all of her spots like an expert.

Colson prefers when they cum together but tonight, he's on a mission. Working her off four times before gripping her body hard.

"Say it." He demands as he fucks her, not being able to hold off any longer.

Luna shifts her hips into Colson. Pressing him deep inside of her. Clenching her walls around him. Clawing his back.

"Mmmphmmm... FUCK, Baby. You're my fucking LOVERRRR!!" Luna moans into his ear as she cums for a fifth time.

Satisfied with his work, Colson's body shakes as he cums Home. Laying down on Luna's chest, she strokes his hair. Both passing out.

Luna sleeping wrapped in her Lover. Baby, Bae or Boo. Whatever the fuck it is he wants to be called.

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The next morning Luna instinctively wakes up. Her body and brain knowing she has shit to do. Hating her inner workings, Luna wants to stay where she feels like peace lives. In Colson's arms.

She watches him breath as she tries to will herself away from him. Only to lean further into the comfort of his arm's nook.

"Fucking Psychopath..." She smirks to herself. Colson's jealousy is both annoying and tantalizing to Luna. Hating how quickly and deeply she fell for him. "Enh... That's how you love, Loons... Quick, hard and forever..." She tells herself. Playing with her beloved ring as her eyes follow his tattooed chest up and down.

Shaking her head, she rolls outta their bed. Colson still snoozing. She quietly showers and dresses. Burning and ripping 30s along the way. Turning his ringer off, Luna Snaps Colson where she'll be. Turning it back on once he receives it.

Grabbing her bag of goodies along with her notebook and laptop, Luna leaves Sam a hand written note to Come Inside Please 🖤 Heading out The Bus doors without waking a soul.

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The Crew is just finishing up when Luna pops in. Tech beginning their Magic. Asking if she's A Bother, she's assured No as she makes herself comfortable.

Plucking Colson's electric as she sits on the stage. Luna hits record on her phone.

Tech and Crew watch in amazement as Luna bops alone between different instruments for the next hour or so. Colson's guitar, Rook's drums and Baze's bass. Singing while playing and recording different parts to her song on her phone.

They've never seen an artist work like this before. Watching her create a raw song on her own out of thin air. Some finding it's fascinating to witness. Other's highly disliking her lyrics.

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Colson's eyes are closed as his hand searches the empty bed for Luna. Disappointed when he can't find her, he knows where she is.

"Crazy bitch." He smiles to himself with his eyes still closed.

Rolling into her pillow to smell her, his morning hard on grows larger. Different images and memories of her dance in his hungover head.

"Mmmm... Loons." Colson thinks as he begins to touch himself.

Firmly stroking up and down, he needs an actual visual. Grabbing his phone he sees he has a Snap from Luna. The thought of her makes his dick ache as he opens it.

Colson stares at Luna's lips. Knowing what it's like to have her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Not even reading it, he screenshots it like all of her Snaps, continuing on.

Staring at Luna's picture as he jerks off. The memories of his thumb wiping her mouth clean after she's swallowed his load lingers in his head. Making him cum quickly. Tossing his hands and phone to the side as his body weakens.

"GOD DAMN, Luna." He says out loud as he pants.

Laying there for a minute, Colson lights a joint before jumping in the shower and cleaning himself off.

"I wonder how she's doin'..." His mind still on his girl.

Out of the shower, he fires up another joint as he rails three Adds and gets dressed. Looking around the room on the back of The Bus, it feels weird to not have Luna beside him as he gets himself ready for the day.

Sliding on his rings and wallet. Looking in the mirror, he pulls the key to Luna's padlock out from under his collar. He's worn it around his neck since the night he locked it around hers. Colson touches the tiny steel object, feeling oddly sentimental and missing her.

"She said Yes..." He reminds himself as he tucks it safely back under his shirt.

Still missing her, he sighs. Grabbing the knob of the door, he goes to rile The Boys and find her. Deciding he needs coffee first.

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Luna can't focus. She's got two separate melodies running through her head. The fast, hard punk tune she's working on and the other...  A romantic, dreamy love song that's been swimming around since she woke. It first solidly appearing as she watched Colson sleep this morning.

🎼With this guitar string//He slipped on my hand//I take this magnetic force//Of a Man//To be my//Lover🎶

Are the first lyrics to actually formulate with it. Her life with Colson running through Luna's brain like a toddler with sticky hand prints.

"He's so fucking dumb." She thinks, laughing to herself as she remembers their fight last night over the word Lover. Now realizing where it manifested from. "Oh, Imma mind fuck his ass." Laughing again to herself.

Deciding to take a break, Luna grabs her notebook and bag. Heading out back to burn and see if she can get this other floating song on to paper.

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Colson hits the venue with The Boys and Sam. Looking OnStage for Luna first, he asks if anyone's seen her. Tech and Crew have but they don't know where she went.

Annoyed, Colson wanders around the nightclub. He just wants to see his fucking girl. She's not BackStage. She's not in his dressing room. Stopping in the bathroom to take a piss, he takes a selfie too. Shooting a Snap to Luna before continuing his search.

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Luna's out back getting stoned with a Roadie. She needs to find a solid bassist before Tuesday.

Yakking about, they both bitch about their First World Problems. Dude's complaining about his schedule as Luna's phone goes off from a Snap. It's Colson.

"This Motherfucker... I wish the fuck he would." Luna thinks amused. Body heating up as her soul and pussy throb as she reads it. Shaking her head with a wanting smile.

Functioning on her time as always, Luna finishes the joint with the young Roadie named Todd. Accepting his promises to keep an ear out for a bassist for her.

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"LOVERRRRR!!" Luna coos upon seeing Colson.

"You're such a fucking cunt. Where you been?" He asks as he spins her around and wraps his arms around her chest from behind. Through her loose T, he plays with the tape over her nipples as he tongues around her ear.

Pulling away with a giggle, Luna turns around. Grinning as she taunts him.

🎶Everyday I love you Just a little bit more A little bit more A little bit more Everyday I love you Just a little bit more But You're still Fucking insane🎶

She sings to him laughing as she changes lyrics to the Sublime song.

Colson's blue eyes brighten as he lifts her up. Complying, she wraps her legs around his rarely clothed body.

"We should cover that!!" He states excitedly.

Luna scoffs as she agrees. Singing that it makes total sense because Colson is a jealous psycho who sees red.

"Bitch, you're just as jealous. So, shut the fuck up." He laughs, kissing her again.

🎶Let me find a secret LOVER... I'll rip off your fucking head🎶

Luna sings, still making up her own lyrics to Colson laughter. Asking how she's doing with the new song, she hops off of him. Grabbing her phone, she calls over Sam and Baze. Colson wrapping himself around her from behind again.

"Fucking Patti booked me on Ellen." Luna finally informs Sam. "I gotta new song because I don't wanna keep promoting the hate of THAT Type. I've pretty much got it laid down but I need to hear it live. You're coming with me, Right?" She asks to Sam's nod. Looking at Baze, Luna continues. "You mind listening to what I've got and maybe running it with me, please?"

"No problem, Loons." Baze agrees.

Luna rests herself into Colson's hold as she hits play on her phone. The hard/soft punk tune coming through her phone's speakers.

The three of them knocking their heads through the song. Feeling it. They all burst out with questions once it's finished.

Sam first, "You wanna play THAT on daytime TV??" Thinking about the lyrics.

Baze standing back with a confused look, "That's all YOU??" He asks, the producer in him impressed as hell.

Colson squeezing her insides out from behind with a "Wanna do it after this?" in her ear.

Yes. Yes. And definitely, YES. Are her answers.

Sam climbs behind Rook's kit as Baze grabs his bass and Luna uses Colson's electric. They play around a bit as Sam and Baze learn the notes. Feeling confident Luna steps up to the mic giving it a go.

Colson watches as they rip through the song. The vibe reminding him the sound coming out of Seattle in the early 90's. Luna's voice lacing around certain lyrics while blasting others. She has a clear concise message.

"That was fucking SICK!!" He exclaims, clapping.

"Yo!! Hard as shit." Rook agrees, from behind Colson.

He had come up once he heard them begin to play. Wondering who the fuck was on his drums.

"Yeah?" Luna asks.

"What's it for?" Rook asks her.

Luna explains Ellen as Rook nods his head in understanding. Commenting how he Respects Luna's Balls. They exchange a knowing look. Out of all The Boys, Rook is who Luna clicked with first. Always remaining her favorite, they have their own friendship aside from Colson.

"I need a fucking bassist." Luna complains as she sets the guitar down.

"I know a guy. He's right in NY too." Sam says as she steps out from behind the drums.

They sit on the edge of the Stage together. Baze joining them as Rook and Colson hop up too.

"Yeah?" Luna asks. "Can you give him a call?"

Sam agrees as the rest of The Band comes in. Luna moving SideStage as they run a light rehearsal. Sam heading out back to see about a bassist.

Grabbing her laptop, she goes through the property listings Monica sent her. There's both studios and brownstones as Luna asked. Flipping through the pictures and layouts, she finds a five bedroom in Brooklyn Heights that she likes and a simple studio in Dumbo. No office/recording spot yet though.

Ashleigh making her way to the stage. She sits with Luna listening to The Boys. Noticing what Luna's looking at she asks about the listings.

"We all need a place in The City..." Luna explains. "Oh! You would know... Can he come with me Tuesday? I want him to look at a couple places with me."

Ashleigh looks in her phone at her calender. Colson has a show in Boise that night. Idaho to NY is a 6hr flight. It won't work.

"Sorry, Loons." Ashleigh says to her disappointment.

Luna shrugs with a sigh as she emails Monica back regarding the listings.

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Colson locks the door of the small bathroom behind them. He's been staring at Luna's sideboob since he touched her naked breasts.

Lifting her onto the sink, her pulls her shirt off. Finally seeing the tape X'd across her nipples.

"New bra?" He snickers as he runs tongue along the delicate skin of the bottom of her breast.

"Mmmm... The easier for you to lick them My Dear." She responds in a husky voice.

After he's unbuttoned her jeans, she hops down. Wiggling out of them and her panties as he drops his own pants.

Luna bends over the sink. Catching Colson brilliant blue eyes.

"Not yet..." He says with a playful smile.

Lifting her back up onto the sink, he spreads her legs as he slowly licks her bare pussy. Circling around her clit with his tongue. He's soft and delicate. For now.

Luna gasps when he pushes his middle finger inside of her. Continuing to suck and play around with his tongue.

"Oh FUCK....he wasn't lying!!" Luna's mind explodes, remembering Colson's Snap from earlier.

Leaned against the mirror, she arches her back in pleasure. Shifting her hips, fully enjoying his mouth exploring her magical cave.

Luna doesn't last long. With her legs wrapped around Colson's head, she cums all over his face and chin. Licking it off of him to his delight.

"You're such a dirty girl." He tells her, always intrigued by their sexual antics.

Luna pushes him off of her. Hopping back off the sink, she pushes him against the wall. Staring into his tantalizing eyes as as she slowly makes her naked body to her knees.

Colson groans out in pleasure as she licks around the base of his cock. Swirling her tongue around it to the top. Holding him firm, she slowly draws her tongue around his head before flattening her it and sliding him deep inside her throat.

Colson twists his fingers in her long blonde hair as he leans his head back. Reveling in the warmth of her mouth. Flicking her wrist around his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other, Luna steadily sucks Colson cock. Letting the tip of his dick bump the far back of her deep throat.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Colson thinks as he explodes in Luna's mouth. Wanting it to be inside her sweet pussy insisted.

Kissing his thighs on her way up, after he's wiped her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Luna leans up for a kiss.

Grabbing the back of her head and her bare ass, Colson kisses Luna intensely. Their juices mixing together in their mouths.

"You like, BABY?" She asks with a cocked eye, knowing what's she's potentially starting.

"It's Baby now?" He eyeballs her with his response.

"It's whatever the fuck you want... You trust me?" She asks, leaning back now as she holds on and looks up at him.

"I've told you..." He starts.

"Shut the fuck up. You trust me?" She interrupts him.

Colson nods.

"Then just wait... It'll all make sense." Luna smiles sweetly before pecking his lips. "I love you."

"I swear she's more complicated than I am..." Colson thinks as they get dressed. He can't help but be intrigued by Luna. Always.

Regardless, he scoops her up again. Legs back around his waist. Kissing each other lovingly. One Look exchanged.

Unlocking the bathroom, they walk out satisfied. One confused but both satisfied.

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The Show at Myth Live is raw.

The Band playing perfectly as Colson performs. Jumping all over The Stage, talking to his fans, diving into the adoring crowd.

Luna comes out for Bad Things. Colson kisses her giggles once they finish. She hypes and Thanks the audience before walking OffStage. Luna sharing a bottle and joints with both Ashleigh and Sam as they watch.

It's a full 27 song setlist, sticking closely to the formula of previous shows on the tour. Colson running through El Diablo twice and encoring Sail.

Gripping Luna's hand as he drags her off to the dressing room as always.

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The scene in Colson's dressing room isn't much different then any other night since he performed at Nightingale.

With a bottle, multiple joints, love chatter and fucking, Colson unwinds.

Deciding to stick in the venue instead of going out exploring. They're off tomorrow and would rather travel through the night.

Standing in the middle of the room, just them two, Colson pulls Luna into him.

"I love you, Kitten." His deep voice tells every organ in her body.

Squeezing him tightly, she burrows her face in her safe spot in his chest.

I love you." She coos. "More than you'll ever know."

There's a beautiful silence between Luna and Colson. A million things being said with no words. Only breathing and heartbeats.

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Catching up with everyone BackStage, Colson and Luna both grab a beer. Colson's called over by Baze as Ashleigh pulls on Luna's arm.

"I need your help..." She starts off.

"What's up?" Luna asks after a swig.

"We got that MA merch. He's gotta sign cards and hoodies... You think you can help me keep him focused?" She asked with a concerned look.

"Fuck, yeah. You got the list? We got cards?" Luna asks.

"Yeah! Check these out! Ashleigh says relieved. Pulling a card off her clipboard, she finds herself more and more appreciative of Luna's help and presence.

Luna takes one. Looking it over, the inside is blank.

"That jawns sick!!" Luna exclaims in approval to Ashleigh's content. "What's going on the inside?"

"I don't know...." Ashleigh trails off. "I wanted your opinion." She answers honestly.

Luna thinks for a minute. It has to be personal but, legally Monica has taught her to choose her words wisely and never admit fault. Plus, it's gotta keep Colson's attention.

"What do you think about addressing them individually, but with a simple Thinking of You and his signature?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh likes the idea but is unsure how they'll keep everything in order. Thinking for a moment again, Luna suggests taking control of the envelopes.

"Lemme get a copy of the mailing list. I'll have him start them tonight, and keep them in order so tomorrow he can bang out the hoodies and we'll just go in a line... You know what I mean?" Luna asks.

Ashleigh doesn't but she trusts Luna. Agreeing to meet up with her and Colson, Ashleigh grabs what they need as Luna looks for her Lover.

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Colson isn't pleased, he hates THAT Night. He's only been OffStage for an hour or b so and wants to hang out with his Boys.

"So hang out with your Boys. Just pay the fuck attention. Because you're gonna either do part of it tonight or all of it on your day off." Luna states as a of matter of facts.

Knowing she's right and ALWAYS putting his EstFam first, Colson pops open a black pen. "It's the least I can do...." I thinks. Thankful everyone was Okay that night.

Bullshitting with Luna, Ashleigh, Sam and The Boys, he tries not to dwell too hard on how bad it could've been for everyone.

Not being able to fully hide from the pain, Colson addresses each envelope with his fan's name. Choosing whatever The Fuck he'd like to say to them himself, he signs each card personally. Passing them to Luna so she can keep them in order.

"He may be an Asshole.... But he is the sweetest Asshole I know. And my fucking Lover." Luna can't help but think. Falling more in love with him as she watches him put whole his heart into each note.

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To be continued.....

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[shaekingshitup]

My Type

A/N: I finally did it! There are probably hella typos because the app I was writing this in kept on autcorrecting everything. But I tried to clean em up. I can already think of things I wanna do differently. But i’m just happy that I’m being consistent and doing something. I ACCIDENTALLY PUT IN A “KEEP READING” JUST BEFORE I POSTED THIS. WOW. How did I do that?

Edit: I learned how I put the “Keep Reading” there and I am re-posting because my old blog was trash thanks to staff.

Songs I was listening to try and get me in the mood for this fic are here. But I trust your imagination to feel what a club setting is like. You ain’t gotta press play boo,

Warning: cursing, “the - n word”

Dani was out there givin it her all. She had to because she knew the DJ was gettin ready to spin this Petey Pablo single into her summer anthem. That shit would have her goin nuts in no time.

Hennessy on my lips

“Oh bitch, this is yo shit!” screamed Rachelle, digging in between her breasts to pull out her phone. She always had to take it to the Snap.

Hennessy on my lips

The DJ was messing with them at this point. This was about to be the third time he had teased Dani with the first line of the song. If he kept playin, she was gone have a lot of words for him in the parking lot when his set was over. She hated when they did that shit.

Hennessy on my lips, take a little sip

Privacy on the door, I'ma make the shit grip

Rachelle was hollering, “Ayyyyyy, that’s my best frannnd!” loud enough for damn near everyone in the club’s attention to be drawn to Dani.

As if someone had flipped a switch, Dani started twerkin like her life depended on it. You would have thought she was auditioning to be the lead for City Girls’ Twerk music video. All the ladies were on the floor shaking their asses. But no one was out there throwin it in circles the way Dani was- and she knew it.

Rich nigga, eight-figure, that’s my type

That’s my type, nigga that’s my type

Eight-inch big, ooh, that’s good pipe

Bad bitch, I'ma ride the dick all night

Dani was in a full squat pretending like she really had something or rather someone to ride on the floor with her. She was glad she’d chosen to rock her black romper with the white vertical stripes and the denim jacket to go over it instead of her bodycon dress. If she’d put that on tonight, the fabric would be around her waist at this very moment. Typically, she was so engrossed in her song that she didn’t even take into account the rest of the world. But this time was different. She felt…off. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t alone. Glancing up to the V.I.P. balcony she saw why. There was one fine ass man watching her get down. He was leaning on the guard rail devouring her with his eyes as if she was his personal seven-course meal. Dani couldn’t look away. His gaze was far too intense and he held a beguiling smolder she couldn’t begin to match. Not in public in front of all of these strangers at least.  

The moment the song was over, Dani straightened up and this nigga had the audacity to wink at her as she made her exit from the dance floor. She turned and grabbed Rachelle by the hand so they could re-fuel at the bar. Her Fairy Thot Mother really brought out the best in her. Yet every time the song was over, she needed a moment to recuperate. Sipping her Between the Sheets, Dani had to yell at Rachelle to get her attention again. Her gaze was fixated on the V.I.P level and who she could make out up there.

“Rachelle, are you listening to anything I am saying to your ass?” Dani fussed.

“Danica Albany Jones. Yo ass should know by now that I can multitask better than most can focus on one task for the rest of their lives. I hear you. You had a fine ass nigga scoping you out while you was getting it and now you’re tryna to make your dance floor fantasy a reality,” Rachelle stated still focused on the balcony.

“Fantasy? Nobody said all dat!” she kissed her teeth and rolled her eyes at Rachelle’s antics. She hated when Rachelle listened to her without looking at her. It was rude as hell and even more frustrating when the bitch was able to repeat everything she’d uttered just moments before.

“Got em!” Rachelle shouted turning back to Dani. Trying to play it cool, Dani forced herself to avert her eyes from the balcony and waited for her to clarify. “Damn, I can’t believe he really in her with that trick Trina.” Immediately, Dani slanted her eyes at her about-to-be replaced best friend.

“You really are out here checkin for Shad? I thought you were done messin with his ass?” Dani loved her best friend and she knew she was a woman on a mission. She wanted a man with a bag. She was strategic about it all and not subtle by any means. She could always tell you who was in the V.I.P section and had that shit mapped out like she drew up the damn blueprint herself. She had messed with a few ballers and other money makers. But she was perpetually stuck on stupid with Shad. He didn’t even meet the criteria for her future husband. But, the dude must have made up for what he lacked in height and net worth in the bedroom because Rachelle was rarely able to stay away for long.

“Don’t worry about what I’m doing tonight. Yo scary ass needs to go find yo stalker.” Rachelle shot back. As if she summoned the devil himself, Dani turned her head to his section and saw him eyeing her again. Once he realized he had her attention, he beckoned her up to his section with a slight head tilt towards the bouncer at the V.I.P entrance.

“Did you-“ before she could even get it out, Rachelle was downing the rest of her drink and pulling Dani towards the staircase.

“Just follow me, I know the area.” Rachelle threw over her shoulder as they wove through the crowd. Dani rarely went out- let alone found herself in the V.I.P section of any club so she held on a little tighter to Rachelle’s hand as they approached the bouncer.

“Hey Mike,” Rachelle offered peeping past him to the booth so she could see Shad occupying a smaller booth with Trina sitting on his knee.

“Rachel. How you doin tonight? I see you brought a new friend” Big Mike countered. He knew her name was Rachelle just like she knew his names was Big Mike. So long as she continued to call him out of his name, Big Mike was determined to do the same. Petty sees as petty does.

“Danica” Dani said a she extended her hand and smiled up at Big Mike. Already she’d won him over faster than Rachelle’s ass ever could. Big Mike turned around and verified that there was someone else on the other side of the velvet rope expecting the ladies. When E provided a nod of approval. He let the ladies inside.

Dani had no idea what had come over her. Granted she didn’t go out often, but it wasn’t like she’d never encountered the opposite sex before this evening. Walking up the stairs towards this man was proving to be a more difficult feat than she’d ever imagined as her legs seemed to be gelatinizing with each step she took. Or maybe it was the alcohol. She had consumed a few shots of Henny at this point. Within V.I.P, Dani could see that he had a few booths for him and his people to occupy. Dani couldn’t even begin to take in his mini kingdom he’d established because she was too preoccupied by how good he looked up close. His short dreads were neatly pulled back into a ponytail towards the back of his head and on his frame he adorned a long white tee, an Amiri distressed denim jacket and a black pair of drop crotch jeans that didn’t do well to help her keep her eyes from droppin below his waist line. What distracted Dani the most, was the gold rimmed wire frames he adorned which were quite similar to her own pair. Gold was her favorite color and she loved it even better against some melanin. As she took the final steps to be in his presence, he called out “Hey, lil mama” welcoming her with a partial smile and a glimpse of his golds in the bottom row of throne-er mouth. If it weren’t for Rachelle tugging her around in that very moment she would have surely collapsed into his arms. Instead, as Rachelle turned her around to tell her some final piece of advice she ended up crushing her ass into his hand. Which, may not have been too much of an issue if his white shirt hadn’t taken on the amber brown from his Hennessy as a result.

“Fuck! Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry” Dani began as she stood bug eyed in from of this adonis of a man. He lifted up his shirt to assess the damage and see if it was soaked through thoroughly.

You’ve got to be kidding me. This man can’t be this fine at first glance and have a body like that. How many packs is that? 6? 8? Do they even got a word for that? Damn Dani get it together. You’re staring. Stop staring.

He chuckled. He was bemused by the situation. Nah by her.

Reach for her waist her bent out and growled, “Imma be right back. You and yo girl make yourself comfortable in the back booth,”  as he disappeared down the steps.

“Biiiitttchhh, how drunk are you?” Rachelle asked.

“I only had 1 shot of Henny and that Between the Sheets in the 2 hours we’ve been here. Why?” Dani questioned looking confused as hell. Rachelle should have been saying sorry. It was her fault that Dani’s ass ended up in the stranger’s hand anyways. Rachelle cut her eyes at her friend.

“Because the way you were talking about his body was bold as fuck when you don’t even know his name,” Rachelle cackled. She was low-key proud of her girl.  

“Aww fuck. I said that shit out loud? What kind of friend are you for letting me ramble on like that?!” Dani whisper yelled.

“The kind that’s about to put you on game,” Rachelle quipped back, “Okay so to your left you have the Hip Hop Descendants. These are all of the people who got daddies and mamas in the game. The only reason anyone puts up with them is because they parents are the pioneer of Hip Hop, Rap and everything in between as we know it. Some of em had a single or their own tv show coming up. But, if it wasn’t for their DNA we would all say IDC”

“Wait what about Shad? He’s over there and last time I checked his parents were just regular degular people like you and me,” Dani posed.

“Shad is unique in that he was in the game at a young age and just grew up in the industry,” Rachelle supplied.

“Okay. So Shad is the Aladdin of the Descendants because his parents weren’t present in the Hip Hop industry”

“I won’t even acknowledge that. Moving on, in the middle you have Black By Popular Demand. These are the people who the media thinks are Black purely due to association. These hoes got here because they all know how to suck, ride or have a nigga by they side. In doing so, Hollywood calls them trendsetters rather than Culture Vultures and let’s them act out as they please. We don’t really fuck with them or their crews.”

“Is that a Kardashian?”

“They always got at least one of them in that group. To your right, are your Single Housewives”

“That don’t make sense. How are you a housewife and single?”

“If you would stop interrupting, I would be done with my explanations by know.”

“Okay okay. I’m sorry Janice. Continue please,” that made Rachelle laugh.

“You so stupid. Okay as I was saying on your right are the Single Housewives. Most can be found on a segment which is currently airing on VH1 or trying to secure someone to get them on the network. They may have been a housewife or a girlfriend and some point, but for now they just opportunistic.” Dani keeps her word and doesn’t say anything. But she knew exactly where Rachelle was going to make a beeline for later on in the evening.

“Last but not least, we have the section we are in right now: The Heavy Hitters. The niggas in this section got bank. I’m talking numerous sources of income. Collectively, they could probably wipe out Cali’s debt. And from what I’ve heard, the one who is chosey with you ain’t just got big bank he got a real fat-“

“Y’all ladies good over here?” he said as he returned to his private booth.

“Yes,” they sang in a chorus. Somehow he’d managed to find an even more expensive white tee in the few minutes he’d been gone.

“Cool. We ain’t get to introduce ourselves earlier, I’m Erik,” he said picking up the carafe of Henny and a glass gesturing to Dani and Rachelle.

“I’m Rachelle and I’ll take mine’s to go,” she said extending her hand. She took it, saying her goodbyes and heading straight to the Single Housewives section where she was directly in Shad’s line of sight. She really thought she was slick.

Dani turned to find those eyes roaming her frame for the third time this evening.

“I’m Dani…and I’ll take a lil bit,” she managed to get out as he maintained his contact with her. He never broke it even as he offered her the glass, poured his own and sat down right next to her on the sectional.

“Okay lil bit”

“What’s that mean?”

He smirked. “It means, “he said while placing his hand on her thigh, “you really bout it this evening. Ain’t nothin bout you little. Yo shit match my shit and you won’t take them sexy ass eyes off me. That’s My Type indeed”

#fictober day 2 #fictober19 #shaekingspeaks #erik x oc #erik killmonger #killmonger fic #black panther fanfiction #erik stevens #erik stevens x reader

[the-arcana-asra-thot]

Asra × Female!Reader

• (Y/N) is having an anxiety attack and suffocates herself into fainting and then Asra finds her and is like

     - wtf no

     - uhh,,, I need to comfort my baby!! !!

     - and then imma ask her what the heckle she did and reassure her that I love her bc I do >:((

• And ye!!

//tw- mentions of anxiety attack and suicide attempt\\

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Hot tears streamed down my face as I trashed and kicked, making my blankets and sheets fall off my bed.

My barely present nails raked down my arms, leaving pulsing red marks down my appendages. I clenched my teeth and winced at the sensation.

I gripped at my hair and pulled, my lungs heaving with effort.

I let out a long held in cry, hearing it echo in the small shelter of Asra's room.

I fucking hate myself. Why does anyone even give me the time of day? Probably because they pity me. Who wouldn't? I'm just a hopeless lost cause, after-fucking-all. Or they just use me and then they will throw me aside once I'm drained and even more futile than before.

I sat up abruptly and slapped my hand over my mouth painfully.

I don't deserve to let it out. I deserve to self-implode and die agonizingly.

I stopped breathing, hoping to silence my pathetic sobbing. I knit my brows together and shut my eyes tight, concentrating on shutting the fuck up.

Suddenly, my world became dizzy and twisted; distorted intensely.

I didn't let go, though. I kept my hand firm over my damp nose and mouth, suffocating myself with increasing effort.

I opened my eyes and blinked my tears away, attempting to get rid of any signs of struggle.

I honestly couldn't tell if I was slipping out of consciousness or if I was closing my eyes; I couldn't decipher anything that was going on; my mind was clouded by a storm of pessimistic thoughts, and I restrained myself of any liberties at the moment, anyway.

••°°°°••

I wake up with sunlight dappling my features, highlighting every inch of my face. My throat is dry and my head is reeling. I attempt to sit up, but to no avail. I was exhausted.

I saw water on a small, carved wooden table. I reached a shaking hand toward it and gripped the contained liquid. I threw all my strength into sitting up, and this time, I was successful.

I brought the bowl to my mouth, being pleasantly surprised by the feeling the warm sensation that the heated stone caused my lips to feel.

The water smelled of honey and sugar.

I smiled weakly. This would make me feel much better.

I let the warm, welcoming liquid slip down my throat and swallowed it slowly, relishing the feeling.

Quicker than I would have liked, the liquid was less than a mere drop in the bottom of the bowl. I set it back on the bedside table.

I let my memories of the previous events flood back to me. Dread overcame my senses.

Asra must have seen me like that. Oh, no.. I didn't want him to see me like that. I.. I let myself go because I thought he wouldn't be back for a while.... he.. must've sensed something had gone awry.

I groaned and buried my face in my slender hands, feeling my eyes to be extremely puffy.

I gently pushed away the covers that Asra had presumably laid overtop of me.

My bare feet touched the polished wooden surface of the floor, the chill shooting up my legs.

I shivered and headed to the bathroom, looking in the small mirror Asra keeps on a shelf in his wardrobe.

I looked like hell.

Well, it felt as though I had experienced it, so.. close enough.

I smoothed my hair down and continued my minuscule trip. I felt the even colder tiles touch the soles of my feet.

I gasped slightly before grabbing the brush I had abandoned on the bathroom counter.

I brushed it through my hair, making my (thin/thick) and (hair type) hair volumize. 

I let the faucet water run, waiting for it to warm up; I was tired of feeling cold.

I let my fingers travel under the flowing water, attempting to let the feeling resonate within me.

I dampened my hair, making it flatten and getting rid of the frizz.

Once I was done, I turned the water to be frigid and rubbed my eyes, hoping to subside both the puffiness and redness that infested my eyes.

I sighed sharply before walking down the steps and looked into the booth that we held our tarot readings in.

I reached out lazily to brush back the curtains and entered the shop proper.

As soon as I entered the main room, I felt warm arms wrap around my waist and felt hair softer than cotton tickle my forehead.

I gasped, startled.

Soon, I eased into the hug that Asra had provided me, letting his love and comforting presence wash over me.

His voice was barely above a whisper when I felt his breath caress my ear.

"Did you attempt any-... anything yesterday?" His voice wavered, and his usually steady breathing hitched a bit before resuming, this time slightly more shaky.

My shoulders drooped with guilt. I didn't think he would know.

"I-I.. no."

The words hung in the air, obsolete with any meaning or truth, and Asra could sense that.

"(Y/N)," he began cautiously, "Are you telling the truth?"

He pulled back so he could look into my eyes.

His soft lavender orbs were not warm and happy as per usual, but hurt and worried. Barely evident tears lined his bottom lid.

"Asra, I-"

He grabbed my shoulders, his lips quivering.

"Don't lie to me! Please, I need to help you. I.. I need you."

His words cut deeper than the sharpest blade could ever.

I looked away. Guilt was emanating from my entire being as my (eye color) eyes searched the floor, seemingly for an answer or distraction.

He pulled me close to his body and let out a weak sob.

"Pl-please don- don't ever do anyth-thing like that again," Asra choked out, sniffling as he held me closer than he ever has before.

Silent tears streamed down my face.

"I won't. Ever. Please, don't cry.." my words wavered and I rubbed circles into Asra's back, wanting to calm him and reassure him I will never leave him.

He continued to sob and I rocked him back and forth and slowly led him to the couch in the back room and sat down next to him, still cradling his form in my arms.

Once he had calmed down a bit, he met my gaze.

Wiping tears from his beautiful eyes, he said, "Promise y-you won't ever-.. ever take yours-self away from me?"

"Oh, Asra.. I promise. Sincerely. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you like that," I said, giving off my most honest aura. "Please know that. I love you, and I would never even come close to damaging you like that."

Asra seemed satisfied with the answer and pulled me into his lap and made me straddle him.

Once again, we sat in silence. The only sounds we listened to each other's shaking breath and in sync heartbeat.

I let my fingers run through his soft hair and rubbed his back with my other hand.

"I love you. So, so, so much. Never forget that," Asra mumbled into my chest.

I smiled sadly. "I know. I won't. I love you, too. More than anything I've ever known."

I pressed my lips to the top his head, hoping to reassure him that my words held the utmost truth.

••°°°°••

I wake up with warmth surrounding my frame, comfortable as ever.

I smile and find Asra's hand, bringing it up to my lips in an affectionate manner.

"Hello, beautiful. Had a good rest, I hope?" He mumbled, his voice groggy from sleep.

I chuckled. "Yes, it was lovely. What about you?" I turned around to look into his eyes that I adored too much to put into words.

"The most fantastic sleep I've had in a while." He smiled and pulled me closer.

"Mm, that's probably because you're always sleeping somewhere foreign, hm?~" I tease him, propping myself up with my elbows.

"You got me," he spoke. "Stay here, I'll make us some food. Also, I'm keeping the shop closed today. I'm thinking we should take this as a vacation day for just the two of us~" he prompted as he walked out of the doorway.

"Sounds like a plan, my love," I call to him, snuggling into the couch, already missing his warmth.

My fingers grasp onto his shawl that he left behind, bringing it close to my face.

I let his scent enter my nose, filling me with bliss.

He smells like his favorite smoky-tasting tea and cinnamon- with a hint of vanilla, as well.

I smiled and yawned, content with my life.

I get up, longing for his presence.

"What are you making? Smells delicious~"

He looks back at me, smiling.

In that moment, my breath was taken away and I knew he was the only one I am ever going to love and that he is all that I will ever need.

"Asra.." I breathe out, taking in all of his features.

He turns around and cups my cheeks in his hands, suddenly concerned at my change in demeanor.

"Are you alright, my love?" His concerned eyes search my face.

"I.. I think I just fell in love with you all over again." I laugh, peppering his face with kisses.

"Ah, I do that all the time," he whispers, drawing me close.

We stare into each other's eyes with small, contented smiles dancing on our face.

"I-" we both began at the same time.

Asra laughed and I beamed in amusement.

"You go ahead, (Y/N)."

I smile and brush a stray curl out his his face so I could see more of his dazzling features.

"I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. Nothing you do could ever make me not love you, much less dislike. You.. You're so perfect, and I'm overjoyed I got to be a part of your life, and you a part of mine. I feel privileged and lucky to have gotten to spend any time at all with you. I guess what I'm trying to say is.. I love you. Unconditionally. No one else could make me love them more than I love you, no matter what they did or however hard they tried. Just know I will forever be here for you, and know that you are appreciated, even when we have a small quarrel."

The words slip out of my mouth so easily, as if already engraved in my brain. Or rather, heart.

Asra scooped me in flush against his body and kissed me with burning and powerful love. No other emotion besides love and happiness was poured into that kiss.

I felt warm and protected in his strong grip.

Nothing could ever feel more welcome and blissful as this. Just Asra and I. 

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That was eh.

I liked it but,,

I kinda

h a t e d

the uh

ending.

#asra #asra alnazar #asra the magician #the arcana #x reader #non-requested

[zigsexual]

Theoreticals; part 1 (maxwell x mc)

lol remember when i started this in july and am just now posting it? also remember when i said that i would post it yesterday ha ha ha lol anyway it’s too long for one post so imma break this shit down into PARTS!!! 

this is the final companion piece to hypotheticals and empiricals, and honestly if you haven’t read those then u probably should because this one has a lot of plot throwback and also tbh its like very divergent from the main storyline seeing as i started writing it in JULY

summary: the coronation is actually happening feat. private planes, maxwell as a baby????? an unfortunate run in with some potpourri, dancing, drake, and an uber driver

word count: 3700+

Riley paces across her room yet again, halfheartedly feigning an attempt to pack for the upcoming trip to the palace. Her suitcase, empty but for a single black camisole and jeans, is splayed out across her bed next to Maxwell, who is also splayed out across her bed.

“Do you think I should bring my boots?” She asks. “My other shoes have like, no tread, and all of the roads by the palace are old-ass rocks so tread is probably important. And what if it rains?”

“I don’t think it’s supposed to rain,” Maxwell replies, but she’s already tossed the boots in his direction.

“Okay, so if I bring the boots, I need boot socks,” Riley tugs open a dresser drawer, rifling through it. “Except I’m pretty sure I only have red boot socks, and that’s going to clash with all my outfits, so maybe I should just stick with a bootie? Except then the tread is an issue again.”

Maxwell laughs. “Riley, it’s two days.”

She whirls around, brandishing a boot sock. “Yeah, two days in the goddamn palace!”

He breaks his gaze from the ceiling to watch her as she makes another futile pass towards her closet, sitting up and leaning back on his hands. “You really want to keep pretending you’re going to finish this tonight?”

She sighs, dropping her things onto the floor. “It’s already too late to give up.”

“Few more hours won’t hurt.” He reaches over and closes the lid, then holds out his hand. “Come on, let’s go on a walk. You’re all strung out.”

She takes his hand, in spite of herself yet again. Everything about him, about this, is in spite of herself and her better judgment. But it’s midnight on the eve of what may be their last chance at anything, and she doesn’t care that much anymore.

It’s dark in the house, the sconces dimmed, and they walk through the second floor hallways like they have the entire place to themselves. Maxwell is still holding her hand, his other shoved into his pocket, watching the portraits on the walls as they pass.

“Is that you?” Riley asks, pointing at one of the frames. It’s a painting of a boy who couldn’t be more than eight years old, posed like the subject of a renaissance art piece and clearly none too pleased about it. He’s got the same soft brown hair and mischievous eyes as Maxwell, his face dusted with freckles and mouth pulled into a barely concealed pout.

“Oh my god,” Maxwell laughs. “Yeah. That’s… yeah.”

“You were cute.” Riley bumps her hip against his, grinning. He reaches up and rubs the back of his neck, looking at the painting sheepishly.

“My parents, they were really into the ‘nobles’ thing,” he says, “You know, ridiculous estates and portrait painting and etiquette classes, all that. I mean, I guess you have to be when you are a noble. I mostly let Bertrand handle that stuff now.”

Riley holds out her free hand and traces the curve of his painted face, the rough brush strokes in sweeping lines under her fingertips. She smiles.

“Bertrand would kill me if he knew I was letting you touch the paintings,” Maxwell says.

“Bertrand would kill you if he knew you were letting me touch you.”

“Touché.”

She steps back from the portrait, squeezing Maxwell’s hand gently. “Your parents, what were they like?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, and she worries she’s treaded into inadmissible territory. She turns to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Sorry, you don’t have to—“

“No, Riley,” he smiles, but it’s sad. “It’s fine.”

He looks up at the painting for a long moment, and she wonders how much of that baby-faced boy is still a part of him. He still has those faded freckles across his cheeks, that air of something…. more, like he’s privy to a thousand secrets one could never hope to know. She suddenly wishes he were as much of an open book as he likes to say he is.

“My parents were… well, I guess they’re pretty self-explanatory.”

“What do you mean?”

He’s still got his eyes on the painting, but his jaw is set. “You’ve been in the study.”

“Duh.”

He breaks for a moment, to shoot her a smile, but then he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. “So, that’s my dad.”

“The study?”

“Yeah.” He frowns. “We didn’t change anything in there after he died. It just… felt weird. And there’s already all these rooms in this place, it’s not like we needed another one. So now it’s just there, filled with polo trophies and fencing equipment and all that ‘nobles’ shit.”

“And Drake,” she adds, a tentative step towards levity. Maxwell pulls her closer, letting go of her hand so he can slip his arm around her waist. He doesn’t have to say it, but she knows he’s grateful for the reprieve.

“And Drake. Unfortunately.” He looks at her and smiles. “You would’ve liked my mom.”

“Yeah?” Riley smiles back.

“Yeah. Well, I know she would’ve liked you, anyway.”

They make their way down the rest of the hall, passing more portraits and art pieces and the occasional odd sculpture, everything in brocade like something out of her high school history books. She runs her fingers across gilded wallpaper and marble shelves, still marveling at the fact that this, somehow, has become her life.

“What’s New York like?” Maxwell asks her. “I mean, I know what the tourist parts are like, thanks to Liam, but what’s your part like?”

“My part?” She tilts her head. “Uh, not that great, honestly. My part is a shitty studio in Queens with an elevator that doesn’t work, a roach problem, and a toilet that only flushes half the time. I don’t even have a bedframe, I just sleep with my mattress on the floor, and sometimes if I’m lucky, there isn’t a drunk guy peeing on my stoop when I come home from the late shift.”

“Sounds like a dream,” Maxwell says, and the funny thing is that she can’t quite tell if he’s joking or not.

“Can I quote you on that? My landlord keeps asking me to leave him a Yelp review.”

Maxwell looks puzzled. “I thought… you didn’t have nobility in America?”

Riley shoots him a bemused look. “We don’t.”

“But then, why would you…?”

It takes her a moment, but then she shoves his shoulder and laughs. “Oh my god, wait, are you talking about my landlord? That’s the guy who owns the place I rent. It’s just like, a name for rental property owners. God, you’re such a one-percenter.”

“Shut up,” He rubs the back of his neck, embarrassed. “Things are different in Cordonia, okay?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t know what a landlord is. I can’t believe you thought landlords are literal lords of the land.”

Maxwell makes a face at her, and she doesn’t even remotely try to stifle her giggles. “Excuse you, the only ‘landlords’ I know are literal lords of the land, so it was a logical conclusion.”

Riley taps him on the nose before turning away dramatically, hand on her heart. “Deepest apologies, Lord Beaumont. I would never disrespect your status or your land.”

“Hilarious.” He crosses his arms, but he’s smiling.

“Please accept this token of my atonement,” she continues, lifting some imaginary skirts so as to further sashay down the hall, “Imported from the duchy of Newest York, one hundred — no — one thousand of our finest Manhattan pigeons.”

Riley dips down in a ridiculously low curtsey, stumbling forward a bit and catching herself with a laugh. “Perchance would you like to visit with one of our most prestigious landlords? He is so terribly fond of — Max!”

She shrieks as he comes up behind her, arms around her waist, pulling her close and spinning her. She can feel the breath of his laughter against her neck, his whispered, “Shhh, you’ll wake everyone up,” and the way his fingers linger on her when he sets her down.

Riley, flushed, brushes her hair out of her face and adjusts her shirt. “You’re the worst.”

“I accept your pigeons,” Maxwell says with mock formality. “And I would love to meet your landlord.”

“Oh, you really shouldn’t, the pigeons are fucking gross.”

“Okay, pass on the pigeons then.”

“My landlord is gross too.”

He sighs. “You’re not making a great case here.”

Riley smiles, and compelled with a sudden irresistible urge to touch him, reaches out and runs her fingers along his jawline. She almost expects to feel the brushstrokes there too, a perfect likeness of his childhood painting, all grown up and still off-limits.

“You could come visit, if you want,” she says softly. “The mattress is a twin, but we can make it work.”

He kisses her, and she closes her eyes and lets herself believe for a moment that they’re not here, not in this ridiculous world full of princes and balls and family portraits, but somewhere else, somewhere loud and brash and filled with the scent of street food and smoke and dreams yet to be realized.

But of course, they aren’t.

“Come on,” he says, his voice gentle against the sudden sharpness of the moment. “Let’s go finish packing.”

They walk back to the room hand-in-hand, and Maxwell helps her fold things and find things and then sits on the suitcase so she can shove everything in properly and zipper it away. The sky stops getting darker and starts getting lighter, and the laughter between them grows less practiced and more delirious as they finish up.

She smiles when she steps out of her bathroom, face washed and hair up, to find him tucked in against her pillow, finally stolen into sleep by his own exhaustion. It’s a rare occasion to find Maxwell so utterly still, and she stands there for a second watching him.

She’s known for quite some time that she’s fucked. This whole situation: the competition, the prince, the stupid stupid boys. She’s just fucked, no way around it.

But as she lingers in the doorway, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest, it occurs to her that she is now — for lack of a better term — royally fucked.

---

It’s as if she’s barely slept at all when she feels his hand on her shoulder. “Riley? Hey, time to get up.”

She burrows her face back towards her pillow, trying desperately to shut out the light filtering in through the curtains. Maxwell, however, refuses to be shut out.

“We’re leaving in an hour or so, if you want to get ready.” He sounds just as tired as she feels, and she realizes then that he’s most likely spent the entire night here, with her, probably shoved into the corner while she bundled herself in covers. The thought makes her sit up suddenly, blinking blearily into Maxwell’s face, only a few inches from hers.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey.”

“Hey,” she says back.

They look at each other for a moment, Riley squinting up at him as she adjusts to the rush of sunlight. Under the sudden scrutiny of his gaze, she pulls the blankets up around her, a flush spreading into her cheeks as she realizes what she must look like: hair a tangled mess, sleep marks across her face, oversized t-shirt hanging in a particularly unflattering way.

“What’s the ‘Knicks’?” Maxwell asks.

“Hmm?” She quirks an eyebrow in confusion, and he nods at her shirt. She looks down. “Oh. Basketball team. They’re the… uh, the professional team for New York.”

“Do you like them?”

“I like their shirts.”

He laughs, turning away from her to slip down onto the floor. “Sometime, will you teach me what basketball is?”

“You guys don’t have basketball in Cordonia?” Riley lets the blankets fall back around her and pushes herself out of the bed with the intent to follow him, but the hardwood is like ice against her feet. She lingers near the familiar warmth of the covers while she watches him go.

“We don’t have a lot of stuff in Cordonia,” he answers. “Basketball, Disneyland, those breakfast things you like.”

“Pop-tarts?” Riley grins, crossing her arms. “Yeah, real bummer on that one.”

“Prom, Costco, monster trucks,” Maxwell continues, “And we’ve barely even got you for much longer, so.”

The words hit her harder than expected, and the smile drops from her face just as her arms fall to her sides. The chill of the floor spreads up from her feet, twisting its way through her body and settling in her heart.

Maxwell heads towards her suitcase. He lifts it down off the table, yanks the handle up until it clicks. “Come on, you gotta get dressed. I’ll take your bag out to the car.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, hands fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Will you come back?”

He turns his head, eyes ghosting over her face as she bites harder into her lip.

“Riley…” he says, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, totally.” She crosses her arms over her chest, pulling her shoulders up in what she hopes looks like a nonchalant shrug. “Just, big day, you know.”

“Understatement.” He smiles at her, and the sinking feeling subsides.

“What should I wear?” she asks, in a feeble attempt to keep him in the room a few moments longer.

“Definitely just that. The king and queen will be so impressed.”

“Shut up.” She sticks her tongue out, reaching back to pull the comforter up from the bed and around her shoulders before crossing toward the closet.

“No I’m serious, the press will not be able to stop talking about it. Bertrand will love that.”

She whacks him with the comforter as she passes. “You know what else Bertrand will love?”

“What?”

“You spending the night in my room.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, point taken.” He turns to grab her suitcase, but not fast enough to keep her from noticing the blush rising in his cheeks. She laughs too, pulling open her closet door.

“Go get dressed,” he calls after her, “I’m actually taking your stuff out this time.”

“As you wish, Lord Beaumont.” She twirls around to drop in a curtsey, blowing him a kiss as he makes a face at her and heads out the door.

---

Riley wakes up to Maxwell once more, her face smashed in against his shoulder in the back of the car. She lifts her head, blinking the sleep out of her eyes, only to meet Bertrand’s disapproving ones.

“You have lines on your face,” he says disdainfully. “You look wretched.”

Riley sits up, rolling her neck and wincing. “Thanks, B. Are we at the airport?”

“Yeah,” Maxwell answers, seemingly unfazed by her using his arm for a pillow. She hopes she didn’t drool. “There’s coronation traffic, but that’s to be expected. We’ll be at the plane in five.”

Riley looks out the window, expecting to see the familiar bustle of brake lights and taxicabs that punctuate all her visits to JFK. However, all she finds is a great wide sea of black tarmac and planes.

She turns to Maxwell and Bertrand. “Wait, where are we?”

“The airport.”

“No, I — yeah, I know that. But where are the people?”

Maxwell looks confused. “…On the planes?”

“Don’t we, y’know, have to go through security and stuff? Or is that not a thing in Cordonia? Or like, don’t I need to show someone my passport and check my bag?” She nods her head in the direction of the trunk. “That thing is not gonna fit in an overhead compartment, I can already promise you that.”

The car slows to a stop and Maxwell laughs. “What? Riley, we’re broke, but we aren’t fly commercial broke.”

Riley says “Oh,” and then someone in a full suit and black sunglasses is opening her car door and saying, “Lady Riley, I’ll be taking your bags,” and she says “Oh,” and Maxwell says, “Thanks, they’re in the trunk.”

Riley whips her head around to face him, eyes wide. Maxwell shrugs. “Liam has a plane.”

Her eyes go even wider, and she pauses to make sure Bertrand is mostly out of earshot before whispering, “You didn’t think to tell me we’d be in an enclosed space with Liam for an extended period of time?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Well, the thought crossed my mind, but I was worried you’d try to cut your losses and run before we got here. And besides, he told me he wanted some time with you. To talk about something.”

Riley shoots him a pointed look before turning to slide out of the car. Talk to her about something! Great. What a mystery as to what it could possibly be.

The man in the suit, most likely a member of Liam’s security team, is already unloading their things from the trunk. She squints into the sunlight, eyes settling on the enormous white jet just a few hundred feet from their stop, its wings ringed with gold and an egregiously large Cordonian seal plastered along the side.

“Discreet,” Riley mutters, sighing as she heads off towards the staircase lowered down from the plane’s back entrance. She’s never boarded a plane like this before, not without hours of waiting and TSA screenings and watching as every other boarding group took their place ahead of her in line. The tiny staircase seems too easy, and the staff waiting at the bottom are too quick to offer her their arms as she climbs up into the ridiculous fixture of luxury.

As she makes her way inside, wandering slowly towards the aisle, she gawks at the interior: a scaled down recreation of the palace sitting areas, complete with ornate lamps and crystal stemware and what looks to be an entire grand piano off in the corner. Riley feels her stomach clench at the sight of it all, a reminder of how desperately she doesn’t belong in this world of opulence and glamour.

There’s a rustle of a curtain and footsteps behind her, and she turns, expecting to see Maxwell on his way in. She’s already whispering, “Max, I think I should—” before her eyes settle on the person who’s actually in front of her and she stops mid-sentence. “Oh, fuck.”

Drake looks her over and frowns.

“What are you doing here?!” she hisses, shoving him in the shoulder. “And why are you sneaking up on me?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he answers, leveled. “Pretty sure your boyfriend is still back at the car.”

Riley shakes her head, letting out an agonized sigh. “I am truly not in the mood for this, Drake.”

“Aldridge, you going soft? Can’t handle the banter anymore?”

“On Liam’s goddamn plane? Yeah, maybe it’s not the ideal choice of venue.” She crosses her arms, but her defense wavers. “Drake… you didn’t… I mean, you didn’t say anything, did you?”

He rolls his eyes. “Relax, I’m not that much of an asshole. Liam’s on a conference call in the diplomat suite anyway.”

“Diplomat suite?”

“It’s a big fucking plane.”

Riley lets her hands fall back to her sides, glancing around the room once more, eyes following the rows of soft leather seats.

“Well, thanks, I guess.”

He shrugs, looking everywhere but at her. “I know you’ll talk to him. You don’t need me to do it for you.”

She lets out a sigh. “Maxwell said he invited me on the plane so we could talk, so if you’re awaiting my downfall, it might come sooner than you think.”

“I’m not —” Drake looks taken aback, “Riley, come on, you know that’s not how I feel.”

She starts to say something in reply, but the sounds of footsteps coming up the staircase echo loudly into the cabin. Drake turns, and Riley feels her nervous tension ease. Maxwell is finally here, he’ll know how to handle Drake and she can just —

“Riley,” an all too familiar voice calls, “Is that you harping on and on in there?”

Riley grabs Drake’s arm, face twisted in horror, and mouths, Olivia? He nods, looking slightly pained, and then there she is at the landing — mouth twisted in distaste, red hair spilling out of a white fur hat, sheathed in some sort of emerald green evening coat that could probably cover Riley’s apartment rent for the next ten years.

Her mouth curls up into a smile when she sees them. “Oh lovely, I was right.”

She steps into the room, her heels clicking against the hardwood, and drapes her arm across Drake’s shoulder, leaning against him as she surveys Riley. “You do know we’re going to a coronation ball, right?”

“Wonderful to see you too, Olivia,” Riley replies with a grimace.

Olivia smiles again, straightening up and patting Drake dismissively on the back. “Hey Drake, will you be a dear and roll out the bar cart? I have a feeling we’re going to need some drinks.”

Drake rolls his eyes so hard it almost looks painful. “Sure Olivia, I will happily roll out the bar cart. For myself.”

As he turns and pushes past her, she frowns, watching him walk away with a hand on her hip. When he disappears through the cabin door, she looks back at Riley. “Is he always so pleasant?”

“Pretty much, yeah. You’d think you two would get along.”

Olivia arches an eyebrow. “Cute.”

She hears someone else coming up the stairs and prays it’s Maxwell this time. When she sees him step inside, she releases an audible sigh.

“Hey Riley, did Bertrand already come up here? I think he — oh.” His eyes fall on Olivia, who flutters her fingers in a wave. “Olivia?”

“And Drake.” Riley smiles through gritted teeth. “Isn’t it wonderful? Gang’s all here.”

Maxwell blinks. “Uh. Cool?”

Drake emerges from the door then, glass in hand, and stops short when he sees Maxwell. “Hey Max! Long time no see. Great talking with you in the study last night.”

Riley glares with the ferocity of a thousand suns. Maxwell blinks again. Olivia looks between all three of them and rolls her eyes. “You guys are so fucking weird.”

She turns toward the closest seat and settles in, draping her legs across the length of it so the red bottoms of her high heels are on full display. She pulls an eye mask out of her purse, tugging it over her head. “I’m going to take a Xanax and listen to Ryan’s Roses. Do not even think about speaking to me.”

“Trust me,” Riley says under her breath, “It was the least of our concerns.”

part two.

#the royal romance #mc x maxwell #maxwell x mc #trr fanfic #trr #my fic #its probably gonna be three parts total #i will try to get part two out asap #there's not a lot of fluffy shit in this one whoops sorry????? #part two makes up for it i promise #wait or maybe part three #jk i dont know my own story

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WWEm - ‘Angelic Ascension' to 'Nuclear Hobo’

Transmission date: Monday 22/Tuesday 23 May

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It's far too warm to be funny, so here's FRIDAY AFTERNOON RAW.

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that's what this blog is going to be now, just me stating the facts while being disdainful of this whole 'Sun' bollocks

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who thought summer was a good idea

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ugh

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um

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anyway

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wrestling?

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yes

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wrestling

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yestling?

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no

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ahem

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and we're opening with the advert for the extreme rules five-way

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which includes bray promising to kill brock with the spear of destiny, so that pleases me

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and just as i type that, wyatt cut through the end of the vid

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we're in grand rapids tonight, because nobody in detroit can afford tickets any more

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i'm assuming they don't mean the one in minnesota, otherwise that joke doesn't work and i'd have to make up some shit about logging camps and judy garland

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but yeah, bray's here to lead a revival

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he's going to liberate all us slaves of brock

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or the beast here may be metaphorical

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because it lives inside us all and keeps our children up at night

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but i like to think that's all tiny brocks

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bray has straight-up promised to murder brock, crack his ribs and eat his heart

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we're straight in at the deep end here

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this is seriously full-on revivalist shit

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he keeps telling us to stand up, and it makes me want to

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this is some lovely crowd work

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he's like fuck this five-way i've already sacrificed seth and joe

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guess they need to make a new video package

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doesn't even need to mention roman's name and the crowd are already on the verge of armed insurrection

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like fuck your yard, i own he world

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here's roman to take issue

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or, as cole puts it, "Here is the keeper of the said yard!"

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thank you, master wordsmith

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roman and bray are doing some top-shelf glowering across the room at each other

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roman comes in like say that to my face you bitch, bray just starts cackling

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and then says it to his face

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they keep calling each other 'old friend', i'm getting the feeling i should know more classic nxt

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roman squares up in bray's grill, cue kurt to intervene

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maybe they''re just big x-men fans

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now i'm imagining bray as professor x and roman as magneto

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it's quite an image

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kurt acknowledges that these two are two of the favourites

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probably, like top 5

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he's just like fuck this showrunning thing, this is a match now, bye

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despite the number of times roman's fought bray, he still gets freaked out by the whole hanging backward off the turnbuckle thing

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at least corey lampshades that as well

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thanks for following my thought processes, graves

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bray uranages roman, forgoes pinning him to just go and bite the ropes

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he's just taking every opportunity this match to fuck about and laugh at roman

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bray does not and has never given a shit

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like three minutes into the match, here's joe to pick a fight

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at least he hit his music, rather than just turning up like usual

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stands there telling bray to get up and fight him, bray's just like um no i'll sit here thanks

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so joe coquina clutches roman for the dq

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bray tries to join in, gets a clutch of his own, and now here comes seth to slay some kings

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or failing that, some large men

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bray tries to blindside seth, roman superman punches him

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long awkward moment between seth and roman, everyone glares at each other, hit what the fuck music is this

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seriously, it sounded like cage the elephant or something

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can we fire the sound guy

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apparently it's barns courtney

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(who's from aylesbury, so that explains a lot)

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clearly everyone in the room has realised it's the wrong music but just to finish the segment anyway like it was intentional

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gj, guys

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announcements for later: finn/anderson, and sheamus/matt, with the winner of the latter picking the stipulation for their extreme rules match

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so either matt wins and they do a ladder match because hardyz, matt winds and they have some kind of dilapidated boat mindfuck (i want this), or sheamus wins and is just like fuck it let's have a knife fight (i would also watch this)

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oh, apparently that barns courtney song is the theme for extreme rules

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so i guess it makes a certain kind of sense

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still a weird-ass time to play it, though

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anyway, i should probably unpause this and stop writing long-ass comments and looking up aylesburian singer-songwriters

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(it doesn't necessarily come across, but i take some serious research breaks on here)

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but now, seth and roman are passive-aggressive at each other backstage

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kurt shows up like fuck this high school bullshit you're teaming against bray and joe in the main event

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they accept this, walk off, elias fucking samson break

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kurt like fine you have my attention what the fuck do you want if i give you a match against dean ambrose will you go the hell away

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elias responds with some more abstracted strumming, kurt seems to take that as a yes

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are we just playing him as mute on this show

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that would be kind of great

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but now it's cruiserweight time, with tozawa facing ariya daivari, who's accessorised with aviators, chains and possibly the most garish jacket observable by science

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just in case you forgot he was the heel

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and meanwhile, instead of being on announce like a normal person, brian kendrick is backstage with a big-screen tv, watching the match and occasionally chipping in with comments like a fucking nfl analyst or something

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i swear, i'm like fifteen minutes into this weird-ass episode and it's already making me want to tap out to the bugfuck strangeness of it all

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i think we're in one of those weeks

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jinder mahal beating randy orton for the world title clearly broke all laws of god and man, and now reality is irrevocably shattered and we must get used to the new world we find ourselves facing

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sorry you had to learn about it from a wrestling shitpost blog

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anyway, back in the match

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tozawa is in green and teal shorts, and it doesn't work for him at all

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but he's working through this personal obstacle to beat seven kinds of piss out of ariya

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cut back to brian, who provides us with his incisive analysis viz. HA chants being dumb

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he is wrong

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tozawa provides some, then does a top rope back senton for the pin

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what was his finisher before?

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cos that's a great one

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cut back to brian, who's like fuck that imma kill him tomorrow

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tozawa shouts in the face of a small child, end segment

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next up, dean/elias

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but first, charly interviews sasha backstage

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she's like foxy ain't shit, alicia and noam turn up to taunt her some

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oh wait, it's usually his snap german

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fuck

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how did i forget that

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anyway, diving senton is cool too

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but now, elias samson has a song for us about grand rapids

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credit to him, he can actually play his guitar and sing and shit

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because everyone hates people who can't use their props

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but to be fair, everyone also hates elias samson

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so *shrug*

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dean interrupts the last few bars, corey takes advantage of his mic being back on to be like what has happened to my life

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miz and maryse are on announce to tell us how dean ain't shit

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maryse badmouths dean for "kicking miz in his no-no land"

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meanwhile in the ring, elias is reminding us that he is actually a large impressive man

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smacks dean's neck into the ropes, because fuck your head trauma rules

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likewise, hangs dean's head off the apron and then does a bunch of knees into it

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cut to ads, and elias is choking dean into unconsciousness

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would have thought he'd just pin him by now

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apparently dean is losing because miz's presence is sapping his power

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this information brought to you by the miz

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dean's starting to get his zaynwheels spinning, so time for a comeback

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wait, shit, were we not meant to call it that any more?

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dean goes off the top rope, takes a knee to the face in response

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dean takes elias down, miz runs to the ring and kicks elias once for the dq

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like fuck you mr ambrose i know how the rules work

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truly the most dangerous quality in a wrestler

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chasing miz around the ring keeps dean occupied while elias gets back up, and swinging neckbreaker for giggles

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up next, bálor/anderson

.

but first, cass is angry backstage

.

we pan over to enzo unconscious in the middle of a bunch of weights equipment

.

and fade on medics trying to wake him up

.

to an advert for that barns courtney song

.

we come back, and he's awake

.

and doesn't rmember who blindsided him

.

kurt promises to get to the bottom of this, because he seems like a good boss

.

cass is like well let's see who finds them first

.

[large new yorker intensifies]

.

and we're back in the arena, and finn has got this whole appearing in a column of smoke thing down

.

*does the arms*

.

i love how he does proper ballroom dance hands when he does the arms

.

both because it enhances the lines of the pose and because it's kind of adorable

.

booker makes a comment about how everyone wants a piece of finn, a solid 70% of people watching just joined with me in nodding knowingly

.

he has a mic

.

but can't say the word 'fatal'

.

acknowledges it, the crowd are like fuck it, we love you

.

and then interrupted mid-speech by...heyman?

.

with a speech about how not one of the people in the five-way is shit

.

wait, was this speech meant to be in the opening segment but we replaced it with unexpected blues rock?

.

paul makes a reference to roman killing taker, the crowd hate him even more

.

paul finally reaches finn's place in his list

.

oh, apparently he's not going to trashtalk him

.

calls him the most talented performer in wwe?

.

where's the twist coming?

.

paul saying the word 'extreme' is getting a pop

.

okay, so apparently finn is his pick to win the five-way

.

this is odd

.

but i am intrigued

.

finn has a message for brock

.

(spoiler: he ain't shit)

.

paul just stands there like welp this is super intense

.

but here are anderson and gallows

.

oh yeah

.

remember there was a match happening?

.

cut for ads, and we come back to finn stomping the shit out of anderson

.

right up until anderson tries to rip his nose off and gallows gets a cheap shot in

.

not a bad match, but when have i ever not liked a finn match

.

these two are just so fluid together

.

it's almost like they've worked together for years

.

finn kicks anderson off the turnbuckle, then hits his big apron punt on gallows

.

anderson goes for a powerbomb, finn does a lovely counter into a standing double stomp and tope

.

and sling blade, corner dropkick (slightly misjudged), coup de grace for the pin

.

finn walks up the ramp, someone holds a palestinian flag up on camera

.

how long till they get disappeared

.

and corey reminds me why i love him by pronouncing coup de grace properly

.

another graphic for matt/sheamus, this time with a less broken picture of matt

.

weird

.

but now it's sasha/alicia

.

sasha enters in a double-breasted half-camo waistcoat, and i want to ask her where to buy it

.

apparently the point of this match is if sasha wins, alicia gets to fuck off

.

noam distracts sasha by literally going durrrrrrr at her, near-fall

.

noam is the best armcandy

.

sasha dodges a scissor kick into her double knees, awkward-ass pin, end

.

this whole angle has just been really weird

.

is it done now

.

noam comes into the ring to shout at sasha

.

goes for her, gets deathslapped, but alicia's there to blindside sasha with a scissor kick

.

but now we're backstage again, with kalisto and apollo

.

kalisto being like the fuck is wrong with you why are you working for dickbag o'douche

.

and also btw did you attack enzo

.

apollo denies it, talks about how he's working for titus for his connections

.

titus appears to be like oh hey you want to join the titus brand awesome

.

shockingly, kalisto actually doesn't

.

so titus sets his minion on him for a match later

.

but next, alexa talks about extremity

.

after our first ad for mitb

.

we'll be seeing a lot of those

.

and now we talk about the demise of the golden truth

.

booker talks about how being an inscrutable evil isn't like goldust at all

.

making me question whether he's actually met the man

.

and now we have a shattered dreams video package, featuring a low framerate goldust doing slam poetry about gold and wearing a suit jacket over his bodysuit

.

a disembodied hand tries to give him a script, he's like fuck that i'm reasserting creative control

.

does his oldschool weird breathing, end thing

.

and now charly has alexa backstage

.

but mostly to introduce this vt of her beating on bayley last week

.

in which they cut out the bit where it took alexa three tries to find the kendo stick

.

but with bonus pictures of the welts on bayley's back

.

whoever wolf whistled in the crowd, fuck off

.

alexa's just like heh yeah that was pretty great

.

and i'm totes gonna do worse at extreme rules

.

and apparently she's fighting mickie tonight

.

whom she's also going to murder

.

and now we talk about roman and braun some more

.

are we seriously doing the vt of braun getting his elbow fucked again?

.

apparently we are, yes

.

with dramatic replays and colour separation and everything

.

and restating that yes, he will be off for some time

.

not sure why we needed that segment

.

but anyway

.

now it's kalisto/crews

.

and the editing means we missed the start of kalisto's entrance

.

boooo

.

or should i say

.

beeeeeeoooooo

.

apparently titus is the most in-demand public speaker in the world today

.

i think we need a cetacean here

.

kalisto tries running the ropes, apollo just standing dropkicks him in the face

.

kalisto gets some offence, tries to run the ropes again, gets stopped with an enzuigiri

.

dude

.

stop trying that

.

apollo goes for a muscle buster, kalisto counters for a near-fall, titus screams at apollo to sic 'em, distracts him enough for a salida del sol

.

haven't seen that in a while

.

mostly because kalisto hasn't been allowed to win things

.

apollo looks stunned and hurt, titus shouts at him, end segment

.

up next, crazy vs irish

.

the eternal dilemma

.

the hardyz are both wearing solid green tonight, and it's an odd choice

.

matt does his delete arm on the turnbuckle, jeff does a super half-hearted one

.

now that he's wearing more and his beard's grown, sheamus's entrance has changed from 'angelic ascension' to 'nuclear hobo'

.

i'm still totally in the kkb corner for this, though

.

sheamus' strategy for this match appears to just be hitting matt in the face a lot

.

see how many teeth he can claim

.

matt chases sheamus out of the ring, is immediately shown why this was a bad plan as sheamus smacks him back-first into the apron

.

sheamus starts the ten beats of the bodhrán, stops after two when it becomes apparent that the crowd want to count along and just tackles him off the apron into the barricade instead

.

i love smart heel moves like that

.

matt mashes sheamus' face into all the turnbuckles, i'm guessing that may have been a thing in tna from the volume of the delete chants

.

cut to ads as cole tries and fails to say the phrase 'pick the stipulation'

.

sheamus gets a near-fall off white noise, the crowd think he's an obsolete mule

.

and jeff distracts him while matt gets a tornado ddt

.

sheamus gets the offence again, matt hits side effect out of nowhere

.

does the whole delete setup for a twist of fate, sheamus counters into a big knee to the face, the nearest of falls before matt gets the bottom rope

.

grand rapids think this is awesome, and they're kind of right

.

cesaro looms toward the action, jeff takes him out, sheamus kicks jeff in the back, matt takes the distraction for a twist of fate for the win

.

and now here's charly to ask matt and jeff what the thing will be

.

ooh, cage match

.

that is not the way i saw this going

.

but i could still see that working

.

and now we get the bit where the announce team recap the opening segment of this episode

.

go get a drink or something

.

dramatic advert for the main event, ahppening in like half an hour

.

cut for ads, and we're back with the cruiserweights

.

nese/aries, with the goblin king of newcastle lurking in nese's corner

.

one day my dream will come true of a neville promo where the crowd interrupt after every sentence by shouting PET

.

until then, i'll just have to do it in my head

.

apparently the aries/neville title match at extreme rules is going to be a submission match

.

i mean, they both use submission finishers, so not that strange

.

austin gets nese in a weird headlock/heelhook thing while staring daggers at neville

.

neville's procured an office chair to just lurk at ringside because the announce table isn't there any more, and i always find that kind of hilarious

.

and...cm punk chants?

.

cmon guys, if chicago could get through like all of takeover and backlash without doing that, you can use some self-control

.

austin goes for an elbow off the top rope, nese catches him with an elbow to the face in midair

.

then goes for a vertical suplex, which austin converts into a guillotine choke

.

nese tries to facebuster him out of it, which just lets austin bounce over into the last chancery for the tap

.

some lovely transitions there

.

austin walks off as him and neville glare at each other

.

and neville smacks nese's face into the canvas and puts him in the rings of saturn because fuck you

.

austin just kind of golf claps as he keeps walking up the ramp, like nice job that's going very well for you

.

but now we have alexa/mickie

.

mickie has redesigned gear that looks even more like off-brand star sapphire cosplay

.

graphic for the extreme rules women's title match

.

kendo stick on a pole

.

christ

.

mickie gets alexa in a waistlock, alexa makes it to the ropes and tells the ref to get her off, except i totally hear it as just BUGGER OFF

.

mickie is currently just stomping all over alexa, which is weird

.

near-fall, only one person does the 2 sweet thing

.

fair enough, grand rapids, you're let off for doing the cm punk chant

.

alexa just goes fuck it and punches mickie in the face really hard

.

and ddt for the pin

.

has alexa somehow inherited show's magic fist?

.

and/or jake the snake's ability to get a pin off a straight ddt

.

alexa lingers at ringside with a face like thunder, and then it only takes her two tries to find the kendo stick

.

hits mickie once, bayley runs in

.

knocks alexa down, gets the shinai, looms threateningly while alexa runs away like she does so well

.

dramatic slow-mo of alexa hitting mickie with the kendo stick, mostly just serving to highlight how badly mickie mistimed selling it

.

but next it's main event time

.

after an ad for 205

.

which we'll wyatt cut through anyway, because bray doesn't give a shit

.

recap video of bray fucking over everyone around him

.

i wonder how this tag match will go

.

seriously, somebody discipline the tech guy

.

seth's music drops, gets through a few bars before turning into joe's entrance because he's the one who's actually coming in

.

wrong tron and everything

.

and *here's* seth

.

bray's just standing on one turnbuckle grinning at seth and roman as they come in

.

bray's another one of those solid gold background actors

.

talking about the contendership match, booker seems convinced it's an elimination match

.

long awkward start as both seth and roman refuse to get out of the ring

.

eventually roman does, and seth just explodes on both the heels

.

goes poorly, as joe distracts him while bray throws him into the barricade

.

dramatic tag to roman, kicks bray in the face into a samoan drop, grand rapids don't give a shit

.

bray distracts him with the spiderwalk thing again, joe blindsides him, bray blind-blindsides him

.

cut backstage to kurt standing off to one side of a television showing the match and watching it in three-quarters profile, like humans do

.

i'm guessing that's actually a really small room and they couldn't decided on how to make the perspective work

.

joe does his corner enzuigiri to roman, the announcers freak out like that's even his physics-glitchiest move

.

bray runs through roman and then takes a moment to hug the ring post

.

and then puts roman in a chinlock for ages, which would have been boring if bray wasn't doing a whole narrative with his face

.

naturally,that narrative was dhalgren or some shit, but that's what you get when your stories come from the faces of men possessed by the devil's relatives

.

bray distracts the ref while joe attacks roman, joe rolls a natural 1 and gets immediately whipped into the barricade and driven-by

.

(it took me far too long to work out what that past participle should be)

.

dramatic double tag, seth just unloads on everyone

.

springboard crossbody, blockbuster, plancha, sling blade, suicide dive

.

fuck you i'm seth rollins

.

goes back to the top, bray distracts him long enough for joe to punch him in the head

.

bray and joe very slowly set up a double superplex

.

which seth manages to reverse into crossbodying both of them

.

fair enough

.

joe fights back, bray goes for sister abigail, roman gets involved and throws bray out, goes for joe who dodges and lets roman superman punch seth

.

seth shouts at roman like what the fuck dude until bray pulls roman out of the ring and joe coquina clutches seth into unconsciousness

.

well, that wasn't the ending to the match i saw coming

.

but is anyone honestly surprised by this

.

i don't think i've ever correctly called a match in a promotion that exists outside of my head

.

#extremefantasybooking strikes again

.

bray and joe square off, and we pan out to kurt watching through non-euclidean geometries

.

finn turns up to be like the fuck kurt why didn't i get in this

.

so next week, double main event

.

finn/bray/joe and seth/roman

.

and we end on kurt literally saying "Damn, I'm a great GM."

.

i do love his sheer guilelessness running the show

.

but yes

.

that was raw, and it was not shit, which is something of a turn-up

.

smackdown will follow, after our feature presentation: Six Hours of Sarcastic Cicadas!

.

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.

Okay, so that was more like 23 hours, but I think it was worth playing four times

.

Such good times

.

Such memorable quotes

.

"'Chirp'."

.

i have ordered merch

.

I am a newly committed member of the SHoSC fandom

.

but for another example of things I enjoy, consider exhibit B: SATURDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN!

.

(yes, i am missing doctor who for this)

.

let's see how this show goes in this brave new post-jinder world where literally anything could happen

.

i wonder if he's developed any new magical powers we should be told about, like TELEPORTING OUT OF A FUCKING FRIDGE

.

we open on a video package of the fans being pissed at jinder becoming champion and a bunch of press outlets being like wut

.

we're in toledo tonight

.

where the counterfeit american steel comes from

.

apparently later jinder holds his 'punjabi celebration'

.

but first, the announce team are interrupted by the sirens of a police escort to a motorcade

.

the singhs get out of one humvee and roll out a lovely carpet, jinder gets out of his white maharajamobile to scowl and show off his belt

.

usa chants, because fucking america

.

but here comes the money

.

presumably carried by shane

.

i wonder if this song is just because shane is always carrying his wallet in that cheap jacket

.

he's wearing white nikes

.

the fuck is that, shane

.

mitb briefcase hanging above the ring already

.

it's kind of bold to assume nobody will steal it in the next four weeks

.

i'm betting jinder

.

shane references jinder, the crowd react like he dropkicked a puppy

.

apparently randy has "instituted" his rematch clause

.

at mitb, which is in st louis, so randy's fucked

.

which i am happy with

.

but now let's talk about the actual briefcase match

.

and he's just straight-off introducing us to the participants

.

five of them this time

.

first off, here's aj

.

turns out they do want some, as long as it's some briefcases

.

and baron

.

how would you carry that case on a motorbike

.

now sami, and the image of him skanking with a bright blue briefcase fills me with joy

.

and dolph, who doesn't give a shit

.

and here's kevin, after a weirdly long beat

.

shane's like what is this kill the music kevin you were not invited

.

but this man is

.

it's shinsuke, surprising literally nobody

.

oh, apparently daniel was surprised

.

he had money on james ellsworth

.

this is why i never take his betting tips

.

shinsuke glides past kevin on the ramp like fuck youuuuuuuuu i'm awesome

.

if you want my call for the briefcase, i'm going baron or sami

.

but as we know, i may be even worse than daniel when it comes to predicting matches

.

shinsuke still gets to do his long-ass entrance while the other five guys stand around awkwardly

.

shane starts talking again, kevin immediately interrupts like excuse me mr commissioner but this is bullshit

.

dolph, baron and aj lost at backlash, unlike SOMEONE I COULD NAME

.

starts a promo on shane's weird favouritism giving the lie to smackdown's alleged meritocracy

.

that, or shane's just jealous of him cos he beat aj

.

shane reacts like hmmm yes you have some solid points

.

and puts him in the match?

.

well that was easy

.

if you want the match, just shout at shane for like 30 seconds

.

baron cuts a promo about how everyone else ain't shit, but is sadly betrayed by his mic

.

aj cuts in to tell us all some more about his house

.

and an extended three little pigs metaphor

.

calls kevin eric cartman, the crowd love it

.

feel like that one's going to stick

.

calls them all out, but calls shinsuke a rockstar while doing so, and he just smirks like why thank you yes i am

.

sami starts talking about his climb to glory, baron cuts back across him

.

with an american football film reference i don't entirely get

.

sami's like oh ok tell me more about how i KICKED YOU IN THE FACE

.

kevin tells sami to shut up, dolph tells him to shut up like hey guys remember when i won this briefcase before

.

do you really need another one, dolph

.

how many documents do you carry to work with your hoodie and wrist tape

.

shinsuke takes his mic, lets the crowd stew a bit

.

as he does so well

.

then basically introduces himself and says he's going to win, cue the massive pop that he can get off saying literally anything

.

shane cuts in like right guys let's actually do a show

.

baron/sami later on, kevin/baron v styles/nakamura for the main event

.

which should be fucking gold

.

an aj/shinsuke team sounds just amazing

.

but now it's women's time

.

nattie and carmella already in the ring

.

vs charlotte, who's stolen billie kay's black feather look, and becky

.

naomi, tamina and ellsworth are also here, because why not have the whole division in one room, it saves us having to do booking

.

one of the facts in charlotte's sidebar is literally just "The Queen of WWE"

.

[citation needed]

.

becky's got a new sleeveless trenchcoat thing that i like a lot

.

and her hair's calmed down since backlash, so i'm not so intimidated

.

carmella's still in solid red, which i'm still not convinced by

.

becky headlocks her, noogies her on top of that because giggles

.

and we cut this match into a quarter screen to play an advert break

.

is this how we're doing things now?

.

seems like

.

so if you like tiny silent wrestling while adverts happen, do i have the video for you

.

but to be fair, it's an ad break, so it's just the heels beating on becky

.

this is really weird and it's super hard to concentrate

.

and we're back in the room

.

i don't get it

.

becky keeps going for the big hot tag, nattie is keeping her off it

.

until now

.

charlotte tags in and cleans house

.

goes to the top rope, tamina tries to knock her off, naomi takes her out

.

becky tags back in and dropkicks the fuck out of nattie

.

she tags carmella, who tries to get to james, until naomi takes him out too, disarmher for the win

.

end thing

.

and let's have a graphic for jinder's punjabi celebration

.

but up next, corbin/zayn again

.

and that is now

.

and it lasts like 20 seconds before sami gets a rollup pin

.

outstanding

.

naturally, baron reacts by beating the piss out of him, but that's kind of an occupational hazard

.

baron throws him into the timekeeper's area and then just smacks him with a chair

.

and then resumes the piss-beating among the crowd

.

throws him headfirst into some stairs, hoists him over his shoulder, then drops him on a barricade

.

baron's needed some hardcore time lately, so this is good

.

goes to leave, then decides he'd rather punch him in the head on the barricade a bunch

.

some refs finally materialise to shout him off

.

it's like handling a wayward bear

.

baron corbin is probably more scared of you than you are of him

.

here comes the stretcher and the deeply questionable medics

.

and let's just cut straight to a graphic for the main event

.

idiosyncratic smackdown editing, take a shot

.

but next, fashion files: the final file?

.

(god, i hope not)

.

(but luckily, the standard rule about question marks in headlines applies)

.

but now let's have recap videos of sami getting turned to paté

.

and now, aj approaches his old friend shinsuke in the locker room

.

to be like welcome to my dojo

.

shinsuke's like i'm working with you tonight but i will cheerfully fuck you over at mitb just sayin and walks off

.

but now it's fashion files time

.

*tonk tonk*

.

they've been called into the commissioner's office

.

unfortunately, the commissioner in this case is shane, who has no clue what's going on

.

he's like guys you are not actually cops did you know this

.

which results in them having an existential crisis

.

they start giving him all their stuff

.

shane's like guys sort yourselves out you complete weirdos you have singles matches against the usos

.

so they take their stuff back, cheer up, and fandango takes one of shane's doughnuts but leaves him with a water pistol

.

i could type literally anything here and you'd have no reason to doubt it

.

cut to techs preparing the ring for the punjabi celebration

.

cut for ads, and now lights are down and we have indian drumming

.

someone starts singing in punjabi, lights come up, we have like nine guys doing proper indian dancing with staffs and stuff

.

enter the singhs, with indian-style jericho scarfs and less awful shirts than usual

.

this is actually pretty cool, because they've all committed to it

.

the dancers line the ramp as the maharaja enters

.

he has new graphics, and he's stolen the miz's red carpet thing

.

finally reaches the ring, and it's decorated with garlands and stuff

.

dancers surround the ring, still givng it some

.

jbl is very impressed, which is weird given its non-americanness

.

but i guess heels gonna heel

.

after a very long intro, jinder might actually talk

.

this is like a fucking olympic opening ceremony

.

jbl's like what the fuck is wrong with all these people booing, and to my shame i agree with him

.

jinder's just like fuck you all i'm the dude

.

and also you guys are all super racist

.

even jinder's throat is currently against him

.

sunil, samir, someone get him a drink

.

does a thing about randy being in decline, which is kind of objectively true

.

and he's like hey guys i know you guys don't like this celebration but guess what i don't give a shit

.

because i'm here for my people

.

now let me do a thing in punjabi

.

he does so

.

usa chants try and drown him out, because fucking america

.

he finishes, have some pyro

.

jesus, that was more pyro than seemed reasonable

.

fun fact: jinder mahal is canadian

.

(note: yes, heritage is a thing, but i just find that kind of funny)

.

here's a hype graphic for the main event, but now, have some more trash jazz in this lana video

.

still coming soon

.

and now it's time for tag team but not action

.

jey/tyler first

.

day one is still h, apparently

.

even when it's a singles match, tyler gets the breezango music

.

tyler has all his stuff in a box still for some reason

.

tom casually drops a treasure of the sierra madre reference into conversation, retains nerd cred

.

bell rings, jey takes a mic to talk shit at tyler

.

so fandango squirts him with a water pistol and tyler gets a distraction pin

.

and now straight on to fandango/jimmy

.

tyler puts on a grey wig out of his box, taunts jey with some handcuffs, they run around the ring a few times, fandango pins jimmy off the distraction

.

the actual fuck just happened

.

that's not a question, it's a statement

.

that which just happened was the actual fuck

.

fandango tries to taunt them, his mic is also dead

.

so tyler fixes it

.

they want a title rematch again

.

fandango threateningly gyrates at them

.

the usos are like fuck it let's do it live

.

the ref gets a message from backstage, and the match is official

.

so yes, now we have a tag title match now

.

and we're doing the tiny screen/cars 3 trailer thing again

.

tiny picture of the usos beating on tyler

.

and we're finally back

.

yeah, tyler is just getting the piss beaten out of him

.

but then, it;s an ad break

.

that's how this works

.

dramatic double tag, fandango comes in on fire, spin kicks jey in the head like fuck you guys i'm actually a p great wrestler

.

nearfall off a ddt cmbination, jey goes for a falcon arrow but then just smacks fandango's head into the turnbuckle instead

.

double superkicks to both of them, jimmy goes for a superfly splash, fandango counters into a nearfall

.

goes to the top, gets punched in the head

.

jimmy blind tags in, fandango does the last dance on jey, but then jimmy superfly splashes him for the pin

.

nice finish

.

confirmed on reply, that was really nicely coordinated

.

so the usos retain, and i'm ok with this

.

but next it's main event time

.

and i realise i may have earlier said it's kevin/baron

.

it's not, it's kevin/dolph

.

but now, shane's on the phone to someone when nattie comes in to badger him for a title shot

.

until carmella, james and becky come in to tell him why they should have a shot

.

and tamina like you guys have all fucked up title shots, i haven't

.

side effect of never getting one

.

james claims this is because she's secretly in love with him

.

sure

.

and here's charlotte to tell everyone how they suck

.

shane finally cuts through the argument

.

next week, five-way contendership match for the title at mitb

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and who knows, maybe after that this division can support two angles at the same time

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advert for the 205 street fight, which i'm looking forward too

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and a promo from kendrick and his overactive hands

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fuck off, guy behind the announce table with your too sweet sign

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back in the ring, we’ve already got three people in

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and here's kevin

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clearly we didn't have enough time in this show for shinsuke's full entrance twice

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kicking off with aj/dolph, because let's save the big pops

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weird for aj not to be the big pop on a team

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styles/ziggler has just turned into a dropkick contest

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double tag, the crowd is hype as fuck

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kevin just shouts at aj and shinsuke about how they're both losers

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so shinsuke kicks him in the face some

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seems fair

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goes for a kinshasa, kevin rolls out

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cut for ads, come back to shinsuke infuriating kevin with his weird floppy thing

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does good vibrations, which pisses kevin off enough to get the offence back

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dolph tags in, kicks shinsuke in the knee and scrubs his face on the rope

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his two weak spots

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dolph does a weird sexual harassment neckbreaker, then into a chickenwing crossface, and it's all a little bit predatory

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kevin tags, and as ever, only the heels get to be organised

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they're really not putting shinsuke over as hard as i'd expected

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but to be fair, i guess with this crowd reaction, he'll be over as fuck whatever happens

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he could lose every week for a year and everyone would still think he was awesome

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dolph's still wearing his neon design vest, and all i'm getting from it is that mike pence fucked a horse graphic

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aj almost tags in, kevin knocks him off the apron and cannonballs shinsuke

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cut for ads, and when we come back nakamura is still getting fucked on

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kevin tags dolph back in, shouting for him to take his revenge

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strike him down, young one

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dolph gets punched in the face a bunch and bullfought into the post, shinsuke gets the dramatic tag

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so aj punches everyone to death, ushigoroshi for the nearfall

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and tom doesn't call it an ushigoroshi, probably cos he can't do it justice

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aj sets up a styles clash, kevin distracts him long enough for dolph to hotshot him

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kevin tags in, sentons aj on the floor, puts him up on the apron just so he can kick him off again

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and then takes a break to taunt nakamura because he can

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and throws aj into the ring to apply a master headlock

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aj tries to run the ropes on kevin, he counters into a beautiful back body drop

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it's like professional vaulting up in here

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dolph tags in, weirdly caresses aj before headbutting him

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slow-ass superplex setup, aj escapes but dolph catches him before he can tag

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so aj just hits a vicious facebuster on him instead

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maybe lead with that

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and dramatic double tag, after which shinsuke has regained his flow

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and proceeds to use his joints to destroy kevin's

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nearfall until dolph gets involved

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goes for a famouser, shinsuke dodges, goes for kinshasa, kevin interferes, aj peles him out of the ring, goes for a styles clash, dolph superkicks him out, shinsuke hits kinshasa on kevin for the pin

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proper chaotic tag finish there

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shinsuke dances around the ring while aj stands on the turnbuckle like dude we get it calm down

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kid in the crowd with a violin, i love you

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aj and shinsuke pose at each other some more, focus on the briefcase, end

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no advert for talking smack, so i have no idea what that'll be about

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and nor do you, because i haven't told you

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unless you've already heard, what with it being like four days ago

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*shakes fist at the spacetime continuum*

#WWE #WWE Raw #wwe smackdown #Wrestling

[impala-dreamer]

Bound Forever

SPN FanFic

~Misha and Y/N make new promises to each other.~

Misha x Reader

978 Words

Warnings: Extreme Fluff. Collaring. Romance. Mentions of NSFW things. Romantic Fluff.

A/N: Written as a kinktober "collaring!kink" for one of my patrons, and it just went super fluff. No apologies. Also... this might be the start of something I've been planning. No promises ;) Hope you all enjoy.

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The room was just as foggy as her head.

Misha was nothing less than an athlete in bed, and a giving, passionate one at that. In the last three hours, he had given Y/N four body-shaking orgasms, massaged every inch of her, front to back, top to bottom, and made her sweat harder than her very expensive personal trainer ever had.

"Vicki is a lucky woman," she sighed, stretching her arms out as soon as Misha undid the cuffs locking her to the headboard.

He moved down to unlock her ankles and smiled. "I'd say you both are."

"Oh, I am more than lucky," she countered, rubbing the toes of her newly freed right foot over his bare thigh. "I’m…”

“Amazing?” Misha cut in, tenderly rubbing the reddened skin on her left ankle.

Y/N smiled and shrugged.

“Beautiful.” His hands slid slowly but firmly up her calves, fingers kneading into the tired muscles. “Sexy.” The calluses on his working hands tickled her thighs and belly as he ascended; deep blue eyes holding her in trance. “Kind. Funny. Wonderful.” He reached the top and kissed her lips, lingering there, drinking down her breathless surrender.

“I think you’re talking about yourself now,” she laughed, pecking his lips before he rolled to the side.

“No,” he whispered, cupping her chin to draw her eyes to his. “I mean it. You’re incredible.” Misha traced her lips with his thumb and she kissed it, closing her eyes to infuse her love into the tiny action.

It had been nearly a year since Vicki had given her blessing and Y/N had never been happier. They met when they could, never interrupting life or work; they spoke daily, even if just a random text here and there, and they never missed a chance to say goodnight. There were no ‘I Love You’s’, but it was felt; no begging to stay or run away together. It was just for fun.

Misha’s smile was full of mischief as he propped himself up on one elbow, fingers tangling in his own mess of black hair.

Y/N eyed him suspiciously and curled inwards, rolling onto her side against him. “What are you up to?”

“Who? Me?” He grinned innocently, making him look all the more the perfect devil. “Nothing.”

Y/N jabbed a finger into his side making him flinch with a laugh. “Yeah, you. Why are you looking at me like that?”

Misha’s laugh fell away but the smile stayed. He looked into her eyes and sighed. “I made something for you.”

“You did?”

He nodded and kissed the tip of her nose before rolling away, shifting to the edge of the big bed to open the nightstand drawer.

“What is it?” she asked excitedly, reaching over to poke at the dimples of his lower back.

“Patience,” he laughed.

“I have none of that.” Another poke, this time to the plump globe of his naked ass. “Come on…”

“OK, OK. Back up.” Misha scooted back a bit, nudging his backside into her hand. “Give me some room.”

She laughed and moved away, falling back into place on her pillow. “Yes, Sir…”

Misha turned to her slowly and held out her present, a soft leather collar with embossed angel wings and a thin silver clasp at the back. Y/N’s jaw dropped as she looked it over, delicate fingers afraid to touch the beautiful gift.

“You...made this?” Her heart fluttered just as much as her eyelids.

“I did,” he said proudly. “Been trying my hand at leatherwork lately. I’m not that good yet, but-”

“No,” she stopped him, finally letting her fingertips fall to the delicately cut wings. “It’s...beautiful.” She looked up with a smile and saw him staring back, enraptured by her response.

“I’m so glad you like it.” He seemed nervous suddenly, afraid to continue, so she kissed him sweetly, one hand covering his stubbled cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief when she moved back and sucked up his courage. “You don’t have to answer right now, you can take your time and think about it,” he said softly, clutching the ends of the leather strap, “but…”

She smiled at his pause, heart swelling, eyes glazed with love.

“...I want you to be mine,” he finished, “forever.”

“I…” Y/N gasped, awe flooding her face.

Misha held his breath, suddenly unsure of her answer. He looked down at the leather collar and chewed his cheek, wondering if he’d made a mistake. “It’s...OK,” he said quickly, trying to cover himself. “You don’t have to say anything, I get it.”

Y/N’s hand closed over his, her eyes stuck on his handsome face, her lips curling upwards. “Misha,” she called him in a whisper, “I...of course. I...I want to be yours. Always. I mean. I am already, I just...this is so beautiful.”

Her cheeks warmed and her eyes watered. He leaned close and kissed her smile, forcing every thought, every unspoken ‘I Love You’ into it.

“Put it on me,” she whispered, breath hot against his big lips.

He was gentle, slowly slipping the leather around her throat, brushing away the hair at the nape of her neck, kissing her shoulders as he went. When the clasp was set, Y/N let out a blissful sigh, her eyes falling closed. She reached up and took his hand, bringing it up to her warm lips and kissing the back.

“I promise to be yours, Misha,” she said honestly, placing another kiss on his palm. She turned his hand as she spoke, every word landing with a kiss on each of his fingertips. “To follow...to love...to obey...to learn...to grow...to give.”

The final kiss met his waiting lips and they fell back against the pillows, arms tangled, legs entwined, bodies warm and happy; together, bound forever.

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