#(SLAMMING THE TABLE LIKE A WILD GORILLA)

[wwekayfabequeen]

Distraction – Finn Balor (Smut)

Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.

Warnings: Possessiveness, jealousy, alcohol consumption, oral sex, rough sex, no condom.

Word Count: 2100+

Author Note: I had a wild dream about a jealous!Finn Balor and wrote this from the inspiration. Similar themes to the OneShot I wrote about Finn called Only Mine. Just way more smut... Only proofread this one once and I'm lazy... So, yeah... Enjoy!

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Finn had just made his big come back after recovering from an injury. We had been together for almost a year and a half, though 10 months of that was spent long distance. He was healing and I was still on the road. It was tough but we had made it work. While he was away I had become close friends with Jaxson Ryker. I had grown up as a military brat and his past in the Marines had caused us to connect.

With Finn’s return something felt tense between us. He had felt like he had missed too much with being gone. His first match at Summer Slam was for the United States title against Seamus. He had been worried about ring-rust, but I tried my best to assure him that he had nothing to worry about.

“Hey, remember back at Royal Rumble?” Jaxson said to me as we waited outside the gorilla for Finn to come out from the locker room.

“What part?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“You know,��� he said, a smug look painted on his face.

“Oh, you mean when you got tossed like a ragdoll out of the ring?” I replied with a hand on my hip, teasing.

Jaxson let out a scoff, “brat…”

I let out a laugh and pushed him playfully, “you asked.”

Jaxson cleared his throat and nodded his head to point my attention behind me. Finn was walking up towards us. His expression ice cold.

I spun around and walked up to meet him, admiring his physique in his ring gear. A smirk graced my lips as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, “you sure can still make a girl weak in the knees.”

His stare never left Jaxson as he smirked himself and pulled me close, placing a hand on the back of my neck and pulling me into a deep kiss. He bit my lip causing me to gasp. My heart skipped a beat before he let me go. His music hit and it was time for him to make his entrance to the ring.

“You’ve got this baby,” I whispered, breathlessly. I put a hand on my cheek in an effort to hide my blushing.

“Good luck, man,” Jaxson said, giving Finn a nod.

“I don’t need luck,” Finn scoffed coldly before walking out.

“Sorry,” I said to Jaxson. I looked out at Finn, walking down the ramp. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him…”

“I do.” Jaxson crossed his arms.

***

Finn had lost the match. After he walked back through the gorilla, defeated, he didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even look at me. He went back to the locker room silently, despite my attempt to encourage him. I had a tag match with Carmella coming up so I couldn’t wait for him to come out. I thought I’d see him waiting for me on the gorilla afterwards, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead, I caught up with Jaxson who told me he saw Finn slip out the back.  

Jaxson offered to give me a ride back to the hotel since Finn had left without me. We didn’t talk much on the way as I was lost in thought. Once back at the hotel, I paused before walking inside. I let out a sigh and hung my head.

“Hey,” Jaxson said, putting an arm around my shoulders, ushering me in. “Don’t worry about him, it’s always tough coming back from a long break and losing right out of the gate. He’ll come around.”

“I know,” I whispered. “I just hate seeing him upset like that.”

When we walked in, the first thing I saw was Finn. He was sitting at the corner booth of the hotel bar, staring at the entrance. His arms were spread out each direction across the top of the vinyl backing, a whiskey on the rocks in his right hand. Jaxson immediately took his arm off of my shoulders. We both knew exactly what was running through Finn’s head.

Without breaking his glare on Jaxson, he took a sip of his whiskey. He looked as though he was ready to start a fight. Quickly, Jaxson said good night and retreated. I slowly walked over to Finn. I knew I had no reason to feel guilty, Jaxson was like a big brother to me, but still the pit in my stomach grew as I approached Finn.

“You did great tonight,” I said, sliding into the booth on his left side. I slipped in close to him so that his arm was above me on the back of the booth. I rested my head on his shoulder as I curled up to him. “I missed you when you left…”

He said nothing, instead he washed down the rest of his drink before slamming the glass onto the table. I flinched lightly. I had never seen him like this, and as intimidating as it was, it was equally arousing.

“Were ye even watchin’ my match or were ye too distracted by yer new boyfriend?” His accent rolling off his tongue. He raised his hand with two fingers up to beckon the waitress to bring two more whiskeys.

I bit my lip, unsure how to respond. Before I could say anything, the waitress arrived with the two drinks, ignoring me altogether.

“Anything else, sweetheart?” She asked Finn, clearing exposing her cleavage to him as she grabbed the empty glass.

“Nah,” he said, waving her away. She let out a pout as she turned and walked away. He pushed one of the glasses to me before taking the other in his hand again. “Drink,” he ordered me.

I did as he said. Now, he slid his arm down from the back of the booth so that it was now resting across my shoulder.

“It seems,” he started, taking another sip of whiskey, “while I’ve been out, ye forgot who ye belong ta’.” The possessiveness in his voice was more intoxicating than the whiskey.

“I’ve only ever been yours,” I whispered as I nuzzled into his neck, still holding the glass in my hand. “Jaxson is just a friend…”

He tensed at the sound of his name. Sipping his drink. His grip on my shoulders tightened.

“C’mon baby,” I whispered. “You know he can’t compare to you.”

He let out a small growl, immediately I knew I had chosen my words poorly. In his jealousy the term compare seemed to insinuate something had happened. He took another swig of his drink. The heat of his frustration radiated off of him.

“Ye better finish that, darlin’” he said, coldly. He tossed some cash on the table for the drinks and finished his glass in one swift sip.

I did as he said, throwing my head back and taking in the reset of the drink. With a wince, I put the glass down. As soon as I did, he was pulling me out of the booth. His grip on my hand was bone crushing.

“Baby, wait a sec,” I pleaded as he dragged me towards the elevator.

“Don’t ye try sweet talkin’ me now,” he said. Once in the elevator he pinned me to the wall, staring down into my eyes. He leaned in close, his breath hot on my neck. “Ye need to be taught a lesson.”

I shivered, unable to speak. When the elevator door opened, Finn grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder. I squeaked in surprise.

“Finn!” I squirmed. He said nothing and continued walking down the hall until we were at my room. Taking my key out of my shorts pocket, he opened the door.

“His room is next t’ yers, yeah?” Finn asked, throwing me onto the bed.

“What?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. “Yeah… Why?”

In an instant Finn took off his shirt and was crawling on top of me. “Because I want him t’ hear ye when yer screaming my name.”

His lips crashed down onto mine as he grinded his hips into mine. His cock was rock hard, which caused me to moan loudly.

“That’s m’girl,” he growled into the kiss. His hands slipped down towards my shorts, tugging them down. He broke the kiss to pull them down and undo his jeans and take them off. I took this time to slide my tank top off. Quickly, he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them above my head. Using his other hand, he fingered his way around my panties. “Wet already, darlin’?”

I moaned as he slid two fingers into me roughly. He thrusted them a couple times before pulling them out and licking them clean.

“Please,” I begged, still pinned. “I need you.”

“Tell me that yer mine,” he ordered through gritted teeth. His grip on my hands tightened. With the other hand, he kept my panties to one side of my pussy. Then with a hard, swift, thrust, his cock entered me fully.

“I’m yours,” I gasped in pleasure. He grinned, thrusting hard in and out of me. His free hand playing with my clit as he thrusted. I moaned uncontrollably. The sound of the headboard bouncing off the wall echoed in the room.

“Say m’name,” he ordered.

“Finn,” I whimpered, beginning to feel the orgasm start.

“Louder,” his pace quickened as his fingers found my sweet spot. “I want him t’hear ye.”

“FINN!” I screamed out with a moan as I began to shake, reaching my climax. “Holy fuck, Finn!”

“That’s right, darlin’…” He moaned now at the sensation of my walls tightening around him. He pulled out, gently stroking himself as to slow himself down. “I’m not done with ye yet.”

He released my wrists and crawled down to kneel at the edge of the bed. Grabbing me by the legs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and spread my legs. He slid my panties off and stared up towards me. Looking down at him, still throbbing from the aftershocks of the orgasm, I saw him give me a wink. His mouth met my pussy and I felt his tongue begin to slide against me. My hips bucked at the sensation as I moaned loudly. Whimpering his name, I felt a second orgasm begin to hit. As soon as I came close, he pulled away for a moment and smirk at me. He knew he was torturing me and he loved it.

“Is there anythin’ ye want ta tell me, darlin?” He said seductively. “About how he compares….”

“There’s nothing to compare,” I said, biting my lip. A devilish grin came over his lips as he stood up, straddling my legs against his shoulders.

“That’s right,” he groaned, thrusting hard into me again, wiping my cum from his beard ashe did.

We both moaned loudly as he steadied his thrusts into me. The sound of the headboard against the wall resumed. My pussy began to throb as I reached another orgasm. Finn bit his lip, closing his eyes, as he leaned his head back.

“Fuck, darlin,” he groaned. I cried out as I hit my second full climax, my hips jolting. He moaned loudly, gritting his teeth. He swiftly pulled his cock out of me and stroked it a couple times before ejaculating onto my stomach.

My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath. After a moment of regaining himself, Finn leaned over me. Leaning down to kiss me gently this time, a hint of whiskey still on his breath.

“Ye know, I love ye,” He whispered, breaking away to look me in the eyes. His gaze finally soft like the man I really knew.

“ I love you too, Finn,” I said with a smile.

He grabbed his discarded shirt and cleaned his cum off of me before crawling onto the bed and pulling me up next to him. “Now, ye better not forget who ye belong to.”

I rolled my eyes and laid my head on his chest. “I’ve only ever been yours, Balor.”

“YA HEAR THAT, RYKER?” Finn shouted suddenly, as he reached up a hand to slap the wall behind the bed. “SHE’S MINE.”

His voice softened, that same devilish grin on his face. “There, now yer boyfriend knows it too.”

“That was a little unnecessary,” I said with a scoff.

He shrugged.

“You’re lucky you’re so damn sexy when you’re jealous,” I teased, running a finger across his abs.

“Ye don’t need me to teach ye another lesson, do ye?” Finn teased back, shifting to lean over me again. He leaned in close, kissing my neck.

“Mmm,” I moaned, “well, you were gone for so long…”

His kisses turned into nibbles before he found a soft spot near my collar bone. He bit down harder this time, causing me to gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he broke the skin.

“Finn,” I groaned. Suddenly he shifted straddle me, with one hand grasping the headboard he used the other to trace the love-bite with his fingers.

“See,” he said. “Yer mine.”

“I’m yours,” I agreed, looking into his eyes.

With a smirk, he leaned down, kissing me again, gently but with passion. He broke away for a moment to whisper in my ear, “this time, let me show ye how much ye mean t’me...” 

[mrskittythulhu]

Red Feathers of a chance encounter

part 1  part3  part4

  Wattpad

(18+) Hawks + fem (y/n) 

It had been a few months since your wild encounter with Dabi. All the marks he left on your body have now faded away. His touch, his taste and his dark voice became nothing more than a memory you wish you could move on from. Despite the new rumors that circulated about you when you came home disheveled something did remain the same, your ‘hero’ ex-boyfriend still kept tabs on you.

One benefit from your night with Dabi was that your Ex finally got the hint that the relationship was over. Word quickly got around about how you ‘cheated’ on your boyfriend or some wild spin like that. This gave you the opportunity to tell others how it was over and finally people listed even if they reacted poorly towards you. You would rather be hated for something you did than be hated for the lies he created around you.

For a couple of weeks things were quiet. No messages, no extra heroes ‘patrolling’ your neighborhood and best of all you had not seen your Ex. Life became simple go to work, stop at the corner store on days you needed food, then home. Unfortunately, nothing good can last forever.

At first you thought you were being overly paranoid when you got jumpy overshadows moving in the corner of your eyes. At night you would hear rattling outside your window despite your apartment being high up on the fifth floor. Your uncomfortable feelings became validated when you were walking home from work you noticed your Ex leaning on the wall of a nearby building. He was in his hero uniform acting like he was on patrol, but you knew he was watching you again. This was his typical intimidation tactic. When you locked eyes with him, he winked then started walking away.

Weekend finally arrived and you had a free day to unwind. Tired of feeling cooped up inside your apartment you took your book to the near by park. After a short walk you found yourself peacefully seated under a tree in the center of the park. The distant sound of wildlife and children playing echoed around you.

Twenty minutes into your peaceful reading a shadow loomed over you. Feeling the ominous presence of someone hovering over you, slowly you looked up to be face to face with the last person you wanted to see.

“Fuck”, you cursed quietly to yourself as you met is smug expression. He even had the nerve to show up in his hero uniform. Another one of his classic intimidation tactics. He knew that if you drew attention in anyway, he could claim you were hysterical and as a ‘hero’ he was just there to ‘help’. This forced all public conversations to stay quiet leaving you, once again, defenseless.

“Hi there (Y/N) been a while I missed you so much.” His smile was bright as if he had rehearsed in a mirror for hours before finding you here.   “I know we have had some misunderstandings but I’m willing to forgive you for cheating on me because I’m such a standup guy.”

“First of all,” you slammed your book shut and quickly stood to your feet. “Hard to miss someone when you stalk them.” You felt your body shaking from the adrenaline rush, but you needed to get these pent-up words out.  “Two I don’t miss you and lastly, I didn’t cheat on you I dumped you months ago you narcissistic creep.”

You knew your voice was louder than it needed to be and at this point you didn’t care if other people listed in. After living without this walking garbage in your life you refused to go back to how things were before.  Quickly taking the opportunity to walk away you started walking towards the playground. If he wanted to cause a commotion he could try and do it where families could see how he really was.

A tight gloved grip squeezed around your arm. You instinctively started to pull away from him and shout for help. For a brief moment you locked eyes with a woman sitting on a bench by the playground. Your ex kept telling you to quiet down but that only prompted you to scream louder for help. Fear filled your body at the thought of being stuck any longer with this man. Tears pricked at your eyes as your voice became strained from screaming. Frustration took over as you realized no one around you was coming to help.  

Suddenly a ribbon of red swirled around the both of you. The distraction was enough for him to let go of your body. Losing your footing you stumbled to the ground. While sitting there you looked back at your ex who was busy swatting at what looked like red feathers attacking him. A strange loud flapping noise pulled your attention in the opposite direction. Before you could even process anything that was going on your legs lunged you off the ground and into the arms of another man.

The smell of sandalwood quickly filled your nose. A gentle hand wiped at your tears and slowly lifted your face up towards theirs. Golden eyes with sharp black eyeline looked back down at you. A small smile with light facial hair on his chin. Wild windblown blond hair and large bright crimson red wings behind him.

Very suddenly the realization hit you that you were in the arms of the heart throb number 2 hero HAWKS. Your eyes went wide, mouth agape, and cheeks began to burn from sudden embarrassment. His deep husky chuckle was like music to your ears and in that hypnotizing moment was the only thing you could hear. The arm he held you with squeezed you just a bit tighter to his body causing your breast to press into him.

“What the hell Hawks?” your Ex yelled out with rage.  “What are you even doing here this isn’t your territory?”

“Well, when you become a top hero like me EVERY area is your ‘territory’ and why wouldn’t I respond to the cry of this lovely chickadee in distress.” The sweet expression quickly turned dark as hawks was now glairing at your ex. His hold on you was firm but protective. With how close you were to him; you could hear the rustle of his feathers as if he was preparing to use them.

“This is just a lover’s… spat. No reason for you to involve yourself.” You squeezed into the sides of Hawks hoping he wouldn’t believe the lies from your Ex’s mouth. “So just hand her over and fly on by.” Your Ex started to make a shooing motion with his hand. His smug over confidence was pouring out the more he talked. He began spewing out the same lines he used every time someone tried to involve themselves in your public displays with him.

Soft knuckles trailed down your cheek leading to a gentle thumb stroking along your jaw line. His sweet smile was back as he looked down at you.

“Chickadee are you the lover to this angry gorilla?” His words were so gentle, but you could hear the sarcasm in his voice. Being pressed firmly to his muscular chest you were able to feel the rumble of his quiet laughter. His golden eyes sparkled in the light of the sun as he looked down at your shy expression.

“N-no,” you quickly cleared your throat to speak with more confidence. “I dumped him months ago, but he won’t leave me alone.” This was it. This felt like you last chance to have someone believe you about how awful your ex really is.

You felt one of Hawks wings protectively wrap around you as your Ex started to lose his cool. “Dumped me!” Your ex faked a laugh as he started to pace about with his hand flailing in the air. “You cheated on me with that murderous villain.”

Shock filled your body as you looked up to the winged here with wide eyes. He was glairing hard at your ex with unwavering focus on the man erratic movements. You curled into his side more as your ex began to call you a slew of unsavory names. Near by parents began to cover their children’s ears and move away from your drama. Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you took in his harsh words, but Hawks remained as still as stone.

“So, as you can see your just wasting your time so just hand her over to me.”  Your ex had his palm out eagerly waiting for you to be turned over to him.

“I don’t think so.” Hawks’ words were blunt. You felt his arm wrap around your waist tighter the movement hidden from your ex’s view by his wing.

“Then I’ll take her back by force.” Your ex balled his fist and lunged towards the both of you. Red feathers swiftly propelled the both of you into the air. Once high enough out of reach Hawks sent a wave of feathers towards your Ex within seconds he was pinned to the ground. He continued to curse and scream out until a large red feather covered his mouth muffling his rant.

“You can just stay there until police come and explain yourself to them.” His large wings began to flap hard as he started to fly away from the park. “How about we get you some place safe for now, chickadee.” You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. He chuckled at your movements while taking out a phone with his free hand. He had a short conversation with who you assumed was the police on the other end where he explained that a hero went rogue in the park.

After a short flight he gently landed on your balcony. Slowly you unwrapped yourself from Hawks body instantly missing his protective touch. You walked over to the sliding door feeling thankful that because you lived so high up you left the door unlocked. While opening the door you missed the inquisitive look that flashed over Hawks face as he watched you.

“Can I offer you something to drink.” You felt awkward about the whole interaction and very uncertain about what to say. I’m sure you have many things you want to ask me after ... well, that.” You shrugged and averted your eyes before walking into the kitchen. Hawks sent a few feathers around your small apartment while your back was turned. When you reached the sink to fill a class with water you looked over to see him plop onto your sofa.

“Is it true chickadee?” He leaned back with his arms behind his head. You could see the grooves of his abs through his thin tight shirt. He placed his feet up onto your coffee table and for a moment you wondered when he had the chance to take off his shoes. His golden eyes watched you walk back into the room.

“Is what true?” You felt hesitant as you handed him a glass of water. His gaze on you felt intimidating like a lion watching over their pray. His smile was deceptively bright and kind. You sat in a on the sofa next to him with as much space you could make between the two of you. Slowly you started to sip on your water. Hawks pretended to drink from his cup before placing it on the coffee table.

“Are you really dating a villain?” You spit out your water and began to cough. Hawks’ deep chuckles echoed alongside your gasping. He pulled you closer to him as he lightly rubbed your back.

You took a breath in as you shook your head ‘no’ to his question. “No -No,” You sternly said. I had a one-night stand a while back but at the time I didn’t know the guy was a villain and I later went to the police about him. I did that after that poor kid was kidnapped and my ex found out about who I slept with from his cop friends.” You started to avoid eye contact with Hawks as quilt over being with Dabi took over.

“You seem to have really bad luck with men, chickadee.” The hand that was resting on your back snaked around to gently stroke up and down your arm. You felt comforted by him and the tears you held in started to come out as relief filled you. He pulled you into a side hug as his free hand wiped away your tears. “Don’t waste your tears on that gorilla.” He gently led your chin up to face him.

There was a pregnant silence as he locked eyes with you. Your blush became intense as you realized the hottie Hawks was in your apartment holding you close to him. “Does that mean you’re single, chickadee?” there was a slight purr to his voice.

“Yess- I’m, I’m single.”  His thumb gently stroked along your jaw line as he kept your focus on him. Your legs stated to rub together, and the subtle shift caused a smug smirk to cross his face.

Hawks slowly leaned in closer to your face tilting, so his breath fanned your ear. “How about I show you want its like to be with a real hero?” When he noticed his sultry words caused you to smile, he lightly rand his nose across your cheek. He pulled his face back away, so you were able to look into his lust filled eyes. His hand was now holding your chin in place dominating your movements. “I need an answer Chickadee... if you want me to continue that is.”

You started to nod your head ‘yes’. Hawks held your face tighter stopping your movements and pulled your face closer to his. His nose lightly grazed yours. “I need words chickadee,” his voice was a sultry deep whisper next to your lips.

“Y-Yes, I…” before you could finish what you wanted to say Hawks crashed his lips on to yours. He pulled away slightly and slipped his thumb into your mouth pulling out your tongue. For only a second you could see the primal lust in his eyes before he started to dominate the inside of your mouth with his tongue.

He smoothly slid you to straddle his lap while still aggressively kiss you. You could hear his feathers fluttering as you both adjusted. His hand tightly gripped your hips as he helped grind you over the thick hard bulge in his pants. You broke the kiss letting out a wonton moan from the sensation. One hand left your hip and started to gently cup your face. On instinct you nuzzled into his hand.

“Such a good girl, (Y/N). My beautiful chickadee.” His praise caused butterflies to spin in the pit of your stomach. His gentle touch caused goose bumps on your skin and each wet kiss left a chill from the air. Blinded by your own lust you were unable to notice when Hawks slit his hand along your clothed slit. “You’re so wet already.” A small squeak escaped you as your face showed your embarrassment at his discovery. You started to stutter out a failed excuse when he quickly began to shush you. “I don’t want to hear anything out of your mouth unless it’s moaning. So how about we take this to a place that’s a bit more comfortable, yeah?”

Even though he had asked you a question it turned out to be rhetorical. He scooped your legs around his waist as he stood up. His hand sneaking large handfuls of your butt with rough squeezes as he walked. His deep kiss distracted you from the fact he knew exactly where he was going in your apartment despite it being the first time he was there.

Your butt gently bounced on the mattress. When he stood before you the only question you had was ‘when did he take off his shirt?’ You didn’t get much time to ponder your thought when his feather lifted your shirt from your body.

His fingers lased into your hair with the other hand deeply massaging one of your breasts as he deeply kissed you. Slowly he leaned you to lay flat on your back with your legs dangling over the edge of your bed.   He pushed your legs apart with firm hands on your thighs. Hawks trailed gentle kisses as he went down your body to your stretchy leggings.  He bit into the soft skin of your lower stomach while slipping is fingers under the hem of your pants.

He tugged your pants off and began to deeply rub his nose across the front of your panties. “You smell so good chickadee. I wonder how many times I can make you cum on my tongue.” He placed a gentle kiss at the top of you clothed lower lips. You could hear his wings adjust as he sat on his knees between your legs. Your legs were placed over his shoulders locked in place by his strong arms.

You placed a hand over your mouth to try and muffle the moans. Hawks noticed stopped his attack of your clothed delicate area and peeked up at you. “I said I wanted to hear you moan my chickadee.” Strong red feathers quickly pinned your wrists above your head. You wiggled in a failed attempt to get free.

“Hawks? AH.. ahhhh Hawks!”

“That’s better. Now be a good girl and cum all over my tongue.”

Hawks slid your panties to the side allowing him to plunge his tongue deep into your entrance. One of his hands danced gently on your clit. More feathers covered your body stroking over sensitive areas of skin. He carefully listened to each moan and hitch of your breath allowing him to adjust quickly to best please you.

“O-God Hawks!” A blinding orgasm crashed over you. He lapped up your juices and slid two fingers inside you while licking up and down your slit. Slowly he pumped his digits while you rode out your high. He slowly scissored and stretch your entrance before slipping a third finger in and increasing the speed of his thrusts. The nonstop pleasure he gave you quickly cause you to cum once again only this time your orgasm crashed harder over you.

“A squirter? Damn that was hot chickadee.” Hawks released his grip on your thigh as he gently licked and sucked up your juices from his fingers. “Spread your legs. I want to see the mess you’ve made.” You felt exhausted trying to catch your breath but somehow managed to open your legs wider for him.

Slowly the stars faded from your vision, and you gazed upon the handsome winged hero that was standing smugly between your limp legs. His face glistened with your juices and your eyes trailed down his chiseled body to see him in only a tight gray boxer brief. His hard twitching bulge was hardly hidden by the cotton fabric. A damp spot of precum started to form. He chuckled watching you drink in the sight of him.

“Hope you’re not tired already because this is nothing. You’re not going to be able to walk once I’m done with you.” He slid his shorts down to freeing his member. It bounced for a moment off his stomach leaving a thin trail of precum. He was long and slender with a thick vain that ran along his length.

“Ready for me?” He knew your eyes were lustfully locked on his member, so he tensed his muscles causing it to bounce a few times. “Like what you see?” His ego could be seen from space, but you couldn’t argue with him in that moment.

Gentle feathers slipped your panties off your body. He drank in the sight of you bare before him. “So beautiful chickadee. I want you so bad. I can't hold back anymore"

With those sweet words he gripped himself and began to rub his head along your slit enjoying the feel of your juices. He rubbed him self on your entrance with slight pressure and then would pull back to rub along your slit once again. The teasing was agonizing. You tried to push your hips into him, but his feathers still had you pinned in place.

“Please Hawks, I want you inside me.”

With a smooth thrust he pushed his full length inside in you. A pleasurable scream escaped you. He stilled for a moment rubbing his thumb over your clit allow you a chance to adjust to his size. Slowly he began to move his hips.

“Oh chickadee you feel so damn tight. Your .. FFUCK.. milking me.” His rhythm picked up and he soon began to flutter his wings aiding in his deep harsh trusts into you.

You began to writhe and cry out under him. He continued to harshly pound himself into you as two more orgasms hit you. He slowed down slightly and locked a deep kiss with you. Within seconds of kissing, you he was moaning into your mouth and a heat rushed into your womb.  Peppering light kisses on your cheek and neck while slowly pulling out of you.

His feathers were released from your body. You laid there unable to move panting heavily. Exhaustion from the multiple orgasms was taking over you as your eyes could barely keep focused. Gentle hands stroked your face and sweet whispers of praise coaxed you to sleep.

Hawks had his feather swiftly slide you up the bed to a more comfortable spot. While you slept peacefully, he took a quick photo of you before tucking you under the blanket. He tucked himself back into his clothing and walked out to your balcony.

The crisp evening air blew past his face and the lowering sun painted the sky with vibrant colors.  Hawks pulled out his phone sent a quick text before he was able to slide his phone into his pocket it rang. He laughed when he recognized it being the number, he just texted.

“Hey Dabi.”

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 34

Sunday was another lazy day where Joe and Paul slept on and off until noon. They both went down to the hotel gym to get a work out in and then ordered lunch to the room.

After food, Joe jumped into the shower to freshen up while Paul did his usual admin. For the first time in a while, he was feeling content. This weekend with Paul was not expected at all but it was perfect. He hummed to himself as he dried off.

“You’re in a good mood.” Paul commented, appearing in the door frame. Joe smiled at Paul’s reflection in the mirror, watching him come closer.

“I feel good after that workout.” Paul stood behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I can think of more workouts that’ll make you feel good.” He smirked before nuzzling the side of Joe neck. “Bet you could,” Joe turned around and kissed him, dropping his towel to the tiled floor. His erection rubbed up against Paul’s leg. “You’re ridiculous.” Paul smiled looking down at the hard cock edging against his leg.

“I can’t help it.” He said with puppy dog eyes. “Well you’re going to have to wait baby. I have to go over some drafts for Raw and get them back this evening.” Paul smooched him on the lips and left the bathroom.

Joe went out to the balcony to have a catch up with his mother while Paul kept himself busy on his laptop. He always had so much going on and Joe never questioned it when he never had time for him. He knew what his position demanded of him. It was going on 6pm when Joe finished up his call, when he went back into the suite. Paul was still at his laptop, on his phone. He passed a glance. Joe could tell something was up. He looked annoyed.

“I need this sorted.” He said sternly. Joe proceeded to the bedroom in order to give him some space. “I don’t give a shit what Vince says, It’s not happening!”

He sounded angry now. Joe swallowed. He rarely heard that tone. “I’ll speak with him myself.” He said before ending the call and going out to the balcony, sliding the door closed behind him. Joe decided to wait it out in the bedroom. Paul came in after about 20 minutes. “You OK?” Joe asked with concern from the bed as Paul entered. “Just trying to make some changes for Raw.” He climbed onto the bed and lay next to the young man. “Sounds pretty serious.”

“Maybe I’m over reacting…” He started. “What is it?” Joe asked. Paul hesitated and looked Joe in the eyes. “It’s gonna be rough for you. I’m trying to get them to change it.” Joe sat up on the bed, Paul followed. “What have they got in mind?”

“Drew”s gonna jump you from behind with a steel chair when you’re doing a promo and he’s gonna put you through the announce table.” Paul felt bad telling him that. He could see the look of dread come over Joe face. “Raw before Summerslam.” He said, deflated. “That sucks.”

“I don’t want to jeapordise you getting hurt. It’s too risky. I’ve made my feelings clear to Vince and creative so just waiting to hear back.”

“If nothing changes, don’t worry about it. It is what it is. I’ve gone through worse before.” Joe said, trying not to sound too bothered. “Thanks for trying though, appreciate it.”

“They can be such jerks.” Paul commented, lying back down, taking hold of Joe so he was lying at his side. “Just gotta think of the bigger picture.”

“That’s right baby. Can’t wait to see you with the title again. You’ve worked your ass off for it. I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I’ll be OK.” Joe looked at him re-assuringly. “Things are different this time around. I feel so protective of you.” Paul said running his hands through Joe’s hair before Joe leaned in and kissed him. Paul rolled onto his back while Joe mounted him. He trailed kisses down his neck and abdomen. Gripping the waist band if his cut offs and boxers, Joe slid them down Paul’s legs and gave him a dirty smile as he took hold of his hard cock. “Aww baby,” He lowered his mouth over the head, his tongue sliding out onto the under shaft. Paul let out a moan above. Joe took the length in his mouth and started bobbing his head up and down. “Fuck….feels so good.” Paul said running his fingers into Joe’s scalp as he spread his legs out further. Joe came off his cock and pumped the shaft with his fist more before taking it in his mouth again.

He started sucking harder and slower this time. Paul’s pleasurable moans only spurred him on. Without warning, his cum spurted into Joe mouth. The older man shuddered from above as he came hard. Joe lapped up every drop, much to Paul’s satisfaction. Joe crawled up to him again and lay at his side, spreading his right arm across his chest and putting his right leg over Paul’s.

“You’re incredible.” Paul wrapped his arm around Joe shoulder and kissed him on the forehead.

The next day, Joe arrived at the Pepsi Centre in Denver around 4pm. Paul would be arriving in a little later as he had a couple of conference calls for NXT. Their weekend had been perfect and things were on the right track. Granted, Paul was still pissed about what was going down tonight but it was out of his hands. Vince wanted a good buildup for the Summers biggest event. Not only would Joe be getting attacked by Drew but Bray, Braun, Eric and Luke would also be coming to wreck havok on both himself and Drew. Of course, Joe didn’t find this out until he got to the venue. He didn’t know if Paul would be aware yet and he didn’t want him getting worked up again. He just knew this was going to suck.

Joe waited in gorilla position five minutes before he was due to go out. Drew was waiting around too but he was talking to a couple of crew members. Paul was sat next to Vince in front of the monitors. He looked troubled. Joe wished he could go over and just take him in his arms. He glanced over into Joe eyes with a look that told him to be careful. His music hit. Joe inhaled deeply, nodding at Paul and walked through the black curtain. As usual, the reception was mixed as Joe made his way to the ring. He started his promo telling everyone how sick he is of being overlooked and that WWE needed him as their champion. He then went into how he couldn”t wait to get his hands on the Scottish Psychopath on Sunday and also his “old friend” Bray Wyatt. In the middle of his trash talking, the atmosphere erupted and unbeknownst to Joe, Drew had entered through the crowd, grabbed a steel chair and hit him across the back. Joe fell to the ground, reaching towards his lower back. He whaled on him a few more times as the crowd erupted. Joe tried to slide away but Drew grabbed him and threw him out of the ring. Joe could hear Michael Cole shouting “Drew McIntyre is just ambushing Roman Reigns!” Drew quickly removed the cover of the announce table and threw it on the ground. He pulled Joe up by his hair, picked him up as the crowd roared in delight and slammed Joe through the table.

The chants for Drew echoed throughout the sold out arena as he shouted in Joe's face “That’s what you get! I’m gonna destroy you again on Sunday!” Joe started coming around. When he put his hand to his head, he knew that he was bleeding. He could feel light throbbing in his temple. He must have hit something as he was going through the table. Before he could even move, Braun appeared out of nowhere and hoisted him up over his shoulder and threw him into the ring. As planned, Bray and his guys gave Joe and Drew a beat down until security stormed the ring along with about four officials, telling them to leave. The crowd were going wild so it worked well. Drew was able to walk backstage, just about and as always, Joe would refuse any medical attention, just a couple of officials helping him up the ramp. He held a towel to the side of his face when he walked into gorilla.

Paul looked furious. Maybe Vince didn’t give him any advance warning of the Wyatt’s attack? Paul approached him to check how bad the cut was. “I’m fucking pissed.” He seethed, just enough for Joe to hear. “Go and get checked out. I’ll be here when you come out.”

“Joe, I’m so sorry. I don’t know how that happened.” Drew said coming out of nowhere as he was helped to the medic.

“Its OK man, accidents happen. I need to get this looked at.” Drew felt so bad.

Joe ended up having to get 8 stitches in his temple and was told to take it easy. He was lucky he didn’t have a concussion. Paul was nowhere to be seen when he came out of the medics so he went to the locker room.

Colby and Matthew were the only ones there.

“Man are you OK? That looked pretty bad.” Matthew remarked with a look of concern. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” Joe answered, unlocking his locker. He ached all over and just wanted to lie down. “You’re one tough bastard. You’ll be fine.” Matthew let out trying to make light of the situation. He then turned his attention to Colby. “Man I’m gonna head but I’ll see you in a while.” With that, he left. Joe could feel Colby’s eyes on him as he took his bag out of his locker. “You sure you’re OK?” He asked from behind. Joe looked around.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. I just need some rest before Sunday. How’ve you been?”

“Good, strange not seeing you as much this last while.” Colby started. Joe forced a smile as he took off his vest. “A lots changed over the last month huh?”

“Things OK with Paul?” He asked cautiously. Joe set his vest aside and opened his bag. “Yeah I’m happy. We’re in a good place.” Colby’s heart sank at Joe words. “That’s good man. You know I had my doubts but your happiness is what’s most important.”

“Thanks man, means a lot coming from you.” Joe's phone rang. It was Paul. “Speak of the devil.”

“Hey, where are you?” He asked. “Just getting my things in the Locker room. I was gonna shower-”

“Babe, I’ve got a car waiting for you right now if you just wanna get to the hotel. I have a keycard at reception for you. I can’t get out of here until about ten so I’ll see you at the Hilton?”

“Sounds perfect. See you soon.” Joe turned to Colby. “Sorry man.”

“Nah its fine, looks like you’ve got somewhere you need to be.” He observed. “He makes such a fuss sometimes…in a good way. I think he forgets I’m a grown man.” Joe laughed.

“Well I’m gonna head on but I”ll probably see you Sunday.” Joe nodded. “Good to see you again man.”

It was 9:45pm when Joe collected the keycard from reception. He knew that Paul wouldn’t be far behind. Again, he had picked a lovely cosy looking suite with soft beige tones and dark wooden decor. It was higher up so the view was amazing. He left his bags by the wardrobe area and kicked off his Nikes. He stripped off and went into the bathroom. It was such a relief to step under the shower. His neck, shoulders and back ached. He would have to see his chiropractor when he got home to Tampa. With each movement, he felt something creak. He dreaded to think how he’d feel after Summerslam. He shut his eyes as he lathered up his hair, gently massaging it in. It felt silky soft when he rinsed it off. When he opened his eyes, he was startled to see Paul standing by the sink watching him wearing only a pair of boxers.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Joe said, sweeping his wet hair back. “I just wanted to take a moment and enjoy the view.” He shamelessly eyed Joe cock as he slipped off his boxers and moved towards the shower. He stepped under the spray, taking hold of Joe wet body. “How do you feel baby?”

“So sore. It was worse than I thought. I don’t wanna talk about it right now though. I just wanna be here, with you.” This lead Paul to nod. He’d had a tough night so he wanted to make him feel good.

“Turn around baby.” Paul said lowly. Joe obliged before Paul leaned in and kissed him tenderly down the back of his neck, placing his hands on his waist. He could see the bruises forming on his back from earlier that night but he didn’t want to say anything. His right hand moved down towards his ass cheek, which he squeezed. Joe moaned, lowering his head. His fingers found their way into his hole.

“Aww fuck,” the young man let out as Paul fingered him gently. It wasn”t long until he was fucking him, Joe steadying himself against the tiled wall. “I want you so bad,” Paul growled thrusting into him. Their moans and groans echoed throughout the steamy bathroom until Paul came hard. He held onto Joe, pulling him into his body so he was balls deep as he came. “Christ!” Joe let as Paul buried his face onto his wet hair.

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More Sam Phantom AU Headcanons

Still thinking alot about this so....

1) Sam is still responsible for the sudden change to the school’s lunch menu. Ultra-recyclo vegetarians for the win at last! Danny and Tucker are still very angry about the change because neither of them want to be eating a slice of bread with grass on it. Or be forced to survive off of salads for the next four years. And Tucker is still the one to rat Sam out to the Lunch Lady ghost. 

But, instead of Danny having to constantly rescue Sam from the Lunch Lady while his best friends fight over the school menu, Sam is battling the Lunch Lady while also trying to defend the changes she coerced the school board into making. Tucker, being a meat eater, is just angry that he’s being told that he can’t eat the food that he loves so much. He’s just angry about the radical change. Danny joins in because, since they’re best friends with Sam, the bullying has gotten a million times worse from Dash and the other jocks. 

Unsurprisingly there’s a lot of tension, where Sam feels hurt that they don’t support her and her desire to make positive changes. But the boys feel that she’s going to far, thinking about what she wants and not what others also want, and that she isn’t considering how this is now impacting them. However, they do eventually make up in the end and, with more pushing to the irate school board, the new school menu is changed to include one main vegetarian meal and one of the tradition school meals. It doesn’t satisfy Lunch Lady but it satisfies Danny and Tucker.

2) Sam is the one being hunted down by Skulker in “One of a Kind”. Because of all the late night ghost hunting, and the fact that Tucker released all the ghosts they captured by accident, she barely manages a C plus on her biology test. Despite getting every question Danny had quizzed her on during the night correct, she’s too exhausted to focus and barely manages to stay awake during it. A C plus isn’t bad, it’s still passing. But knowing that her parents will freak out if they see it, and she doesn’t want it to tank her grades or draw any unwanted parental attention to her, Sam takes on an extra credit assignment about Samson the purple back gorilla. An easy assignment because Sam is already so invested with the idea of releasing Samson back into the wild.

Danny and Tucker still fall asleep on the floor, because they’re bored from watching a gorilla scratch their butt for hours on end. Sam leaves them (after getting her blackmail material for future use) and goes to Samson’s habitat. She does release Samson, because they’re freaking out about Skulker, and she battles the ghost bounty hunter down there. She also continues to be attacked in all of the same places as Danny was, including Fenton Works. This is mainly due to the fact that it’s the closest location to the ghost portal and, from all his time watching Sam and preparing for the hunt has learned that she spends more time at Danny’s house than at her own.

Her fight with Skulker in Danny’s room draws the attention of the Fenton’s and their guest. Jazz is livid. And Danny is trying his best with the equipment he had “borrowed” from the lab and hid in his room to help Sam while Tucker distracts the Fenton’s. Danny is left behind in his room when the two ghosts phase through the floor and Danny slams the door shut behind him as he rushes to go help Sam. Everyone gets a glimpse of his destroyed room, Jazz is angry at the attention he’s getting, she’s also a bit suspicious about the weird noises they all heard. 

3) Sam ends up with Locker 724 when a fight with the Box Ghost wrecked hers. Sam ends up switching places with Sidney Poindexter, a nerdy girl from the 1950s who was the favorite target of her own bullies (it would be weird if Sam and Sidney switched places if Sidney was not also a girl). Sidney sees Sam using her ghost powers against Paulina, for all the teasing that she’s getting from her failed assembly for saving the frogs (showing up dressed up in a dress from My Fair Lady completely undermined everything she had planned). And on Dash for all the grief he’s been giving them as well.  

Tucker and Danny catch on really quick that it isn’t actually Sam, because the moment Sidney took over, she was hanging with Paulina and the cheerleaders and completely abandoned her efforts to free the frogs. Giant red flags that neither Danny or Tucker could ignore. 

4) Knowing that there are ghosts after his dad, Danny manages to convince his parents to let him invite Sam along for the road trip. Danny doesn’t trust that the vultures just turn tail and left, that they might try to follow the family when they leave town. And he also knows how his parents are, it’ll be really hard protecting them and capturing the ghosts when he’s being sheltered like a little kid. Jack has, of course, no problem having another pair of ears to talk off. Maddie is uncertain at first (as she doesn’t want to make it awkward for Sam or for Vlad), but Danny reminds her that Sam’s parents are away on another business trip/social obligation and, although she loves her grand daughter, Grandma Izzy had plans with her elderly friends. Which would leave Sam alone at her house while Danny was in Wisconsin and Tucker was visiting family.

Sam is awoken in the middle of the night by the vultures, and has her fight with Vlad where she gets her halfa butt handed to her. Vlad is, admittably, surprised that Sam is the halfa and incredibly curious how she got her ghost powers. How did Jack Fenton screw up so badly a second time to give someone ghost powers but not get in any kind of trouble nearly killing a teen, especially one from such a wealthy family (being a billionaire, of course Vlad knows of the Mansons). Danny is admittably, incredibly confused when Sam tells him about the ghost she fought. But neither of them suspect Vlad at all until he reveals himself. 

When Sam threatens to expose them both to the Fenton’s and everyone else at the reunion, she says “Danny will always have my back and protect me. But once everyone realizes what you were trying to do, well, who’s going to protect you?” because they both know that by exposing Vlad’s plots in trying to dispose of Jack, he’ll lose both Jack and Maddie’s support and friendship.

5) Although Tucker and Danny don’t find out about Sam’s family being rich until the “Attack of the Killer Garage Sale”, when Danny gets invited to Dash’s party because he’s hitting on Jazz, Maddie has always sort of known. Jack does too, sort of, but he constantly forgets or the reality of how rich hasn’t quite hit him like it hit Tucker. Maddie knows, mainly because she wants to know what type of people Danny might be surrounding himself with, as children usually take after their parents. Maddie recognizes that Sam is nothing at all like her parents, and has never said anything because it isn’t really her secret or fact to share. Furthermore, neither Jack nor Maddie are super fond of the Manson’s, for their disapproval towards Danny (and their professions as ghost hunters). And Maddie hates it that they’re so blind to how great a child/teenager Sam is, wanting to pressure her to fit into their mold of a bubbly, carefree socialite heiress. 

6) Grandma Izzy discovered Sam’s powers very early on. Although neither of Sam’s parents see it, Grandma Izzy always notices when Sam’s powers act up. When her arms phase through the table or her feet hover above the ground by the slightest inch. When she checks up on Sam late at night when its just the two of them home, she’ll see her grand daughter either floating slightly above the bed of having gone invisible with the blankets obviously still on top of her. And also, unlike almost everyone else in Amity Park who knows Sam, Grandma Izzy recognizes her in her ghost form in a heart beat. 

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Le Paon Part 1

(Alright! So we’re gonna try this! here’s chapter one of the Le Paon AU. I used origins for the beginning, but I’m gonna try to veer off the cannon plot for the rest. Tell me what you guys think or if you want to read more!)

Part 2

~WHY IS MY LIFE LIKE THIS????~

Felix sighed. Adrien was always so dramatic.

~What happened this time?~

~I was so close Fe SO CLOSE! Like I was on the stairs and at the door!!~

~And?~

~and then I saw this poor old guy who fell and lost his cane 😓~

Felix face palmed. 

~You wasted your 13th attempt at a school life for an old man who was probably dying tomorrow anyway?~

~I couldn't just leave him there! How can you be so heartless?!~

~Call it a family trait. All I'm saying is that that was our closest shot, and Father is starting to suspect that I'm the one disrupting the video feed on the security cameras.~

Why Adrien wanted to go to public school so badly was beyond Felix. They were already surrounded by people daily for photoshoots. He, personally, wasn't interested in seeing more humans than necessary at this point. They only think about themselves and cause drama. Goodness knows he has enough of that with the reporters constantly looming outside the front gate.

~I know I know. we're coming home now~

~I will see you soon then.~

Felix set down his phone, gingerly going back to his book. He wanted to enjoy the quiet as much as possible before his little brother got home.

-

Adrien sulked through the front door around twenty minutes later. Nathalie and Gorilla were right behind him, indifferent as always. 

“Your lessons resume in five minutes. Go to the dining room to prepare.” Nathalie ordered, glancing at Felix before moving towards their Father’s office. 

“Yes, Nathalie.” Adrien sighed, pulling his bag over his shoulder.

Felix sent a glare to Nathalie and Gorilla as Adrien passed, then followed his sibling into the dining room to show him what they were doing for today’s lesson.

-

Nathalie came in a few minutes later. Felix had already finished the homework he’d been assigned. Therefore, he continued reading while they started review.

“Who was the first president of the fifth French republic?”

Adrien propped his arm up on the table, resting his chin on his palm as he recited the answer. “Everyone thinks it was De Gaulle, but it was actually Rene Cote before the first elections.” 

Felix nodded to himself. He remembered learning those names last year in school. 

“Excellent, Adrien!” Nathalie praised, turning to him with a smile.

Felix rolled his eyes. If she really cared for the boy, she would do something about his wish to go to public school. Adrien had only begged her a hundred times.

“Give me a minute, would you, Nathalie?” 

A chill ran down Felix’s spine when his Father spoke from the doorway. His gaze flicked to Adrien, who suddenly looked stiff.

“Yes, sir.” Nathalie replied, submissively standing to the side.

Gabriel turned his hollow eyes on Adrien, and Feix tensed. He didn’t mind helping Adrien out with his schemes, but standing up to their Father was still hard. 

“You’re not going to school, Adrien. I’ve already told you.” He stated sternly.

Adrien stood. “But, Father-”

“Everything you need is right here where I can keep an eye on you. I will not have you in that dangerous world.” 

“It’s not dangerous, Father. I’m always stuck in here by myself-”

“You have Felix, don’t you?” Gabriel countered, and Adrien flinched.

He didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean alone alone. Felix knew that. It was just different, being with family and being with friends. 

“Why can’t I just make friends like everyone else?” Adrien continued to argue. Felix couldn’t decide if it was bold or stupid. 

“Because you’re not like everyone else. You are my son.” Gabriel snapped. “Continue.” 

With those final words, he walked away, leaving them in a heavy silence.

After a moment, Nathalie spoke, “We can leave it there for today if you-”

Adrien ran out of the room before she could finish. Felix sighed, standing and picking up his books. No doubt he’d be pouting about this for the rest of the day.

“Wonderful work, Sancoeur. You’ve collectively ruined everyone’s day.” Felix bit out, sending her another hateful glare.

Nathalie straightened, returning his glare with an impassive expression. “I was only doing my job.” 

Felix rolled his eyes again. “Keep telling yourself that.” 

He slipped his books into his brown, leather bag, and headed for the door.. in the opposite direction of Adrien. 

“Where are you going?” Nathalie asked, a strange sense of panic rising in her voice.

“To talk with my Father.” Felix answered shortly, not even stopping or looking in her direction.

“Wait! You can’t, he’s busy!” She said, her heels clicking on the floor as she ran to him. 

Felix scoffed, picking up his pace. “Don’t act like you can order me around like you do Adrien.” 

He barely made it to the office door before Nathalie, throwing it open and ducking inside.

“Father, I wanted to-” 

He stopped. The room was empty. Didn’t Gabriel just come in here, though? Where else would he have gone?

Felix scanned the room, his eyes landing on a small hole in the floor next to his mother’s portrait. As soon as he noticed it, though, the hole vanished. 

He blinked, rubbing his eyes and looking at the floor again. This wasn’t some trick of the light, right? He’d definitely seen a hole.  

“Felix!” Nathalie scolded, pulling him out of the room and closing the door. “I told you not to go in there!”

“And I told you you’re not my boss.” Felix hissed, yanking his arm out of her grasp. 

Before Nathalie could reply, the two were thrown off by something he assumed was an earthquake, except it had rhythm. It vaguely reminded him of.. Footsteps?

“What’s going on?” He thought aloud, glancing towards the window. Adrien- when did he come downstairs? -ran past him, opening the front door. Felix followed him and they both stopped on the front steps, watching the scene before them slack-jawed.

Police men and cars lined the streets. He didn’t understand why until this- this thing came stomping towards them.

“Ready?” The main officer called, holding his arm out to his comrades. “Fire!”

Felix watched as they shot at the giant rock monster. It growled and curled in on itself. Then, to everyone’s horror, it got bigger.

Adrien and Felix closed the doors, retreating back to their room to see what was happening. 

As incredible as it seems, it’s been confirmed that Paris is indeed being attacked by a super villain. A reporter Felix recognized as Nadja Shamack said over the TV screen. The police have been struggling to keep the situation under control.

“Stay here. I’m going to lock down the house.” Felix instructed, hurrying out the door as the main officer from earlier appeared on the screen.

-

To his annoyance, Nathalie and Gorilla were still standing by the window, doing nothing. 

What did we even hire them for! He thought bitterly, marching down the stairs. He didn’t bother acknowledging them as he got to the control system and began putting the house on lockdown. Where would the safest place to hide be? They didn’t have a basement. Not one that he knew of, anyway. Perhaps they could hide in a bathroom? What do you even do in these kinds of situations?

Felix finished locking down the windows and doors, promptly going back to his room to grab Adrien. 

Panic twisted in his stomach when he opened the door, only to find Adrien gone and the window open. It must have been open before he got to the system, since it was the only one without a metal plate in front of it.

No, no, no, no, what was Adrien doing now?

“Adrien Agreste, if this is some sort of joke, I swear I’m not laughing!” He yelled, leaning out the second story window. How would Adrien even get out this way?

A groan of exasperation escaped him when there was no answer. This kid was going to be the death of him!

Now in full-blown panic mode, Felix raced back down to the control systems. As soon as he had the front doors unlocked, he was gone, darting down the streets and shouting for Adrien.

~~~~~

Two hours. Two. full. Freaking. Hours. That’s how long he searched for that boy. And he still hadn’t found him. Not a trace.

After seeing the reports of a “Ladybug and Chat Noir” over the news and hearing the danger was over, Felix finally decided to head home. If Adrien was dead, he deserved it. If he wasn’t, he would be when Felix got his hands on him.

He trudged up the mansion steps- which he was getting real tired of, by the way- and headed for their bedroom. Once inside, he made a point to slam the door behind him, and just fall onto the couch. He was so done. So tired from walking around all of Paris for nothing.

“Felix?” A voice inquired.

He froze.

No.

No.

Slowly, Felix rose from his position on the couch. It better not be him. If he was here this whole time-

There Adrien stood. Innocently staring at him as if he hadn’t sent Felix on a wild goose chase for two hours straight. 

“Where have you been?” Felix bit out, getting to his feet.

Adrien took a step back, the only smart decision he’s made all day. 

“W-what do you mean? I’ve- you know -I’ve been here, haven’t I?” He stammered, scratching the back of his head and moving back again as Felix got closer.

Dang right, he should be scared.

“Adrien, I am going to throttle you myself!” He growled, lunging for his poor, defenseless sibling. 

Adrien yelped, ducking away from Felix and jumping over the bed.

“Boys!” Nathalie suddenly interrupted, causing the two to pause mid jump. 

“You’re dinner is ready. Come downstairs.” She instructed, leaving as quickly and quietly as she came. Felix huffed, crawling off the bed and glaring at Adrien.

“Soon.” He warned, smirking when Adrien shivered.

“Sorry I made you worry.” The blonde apologized, maneuvering around him to get to the door.

Felix sighed. “Just save the escape tactics for tomorrow morning.” 

“We’re trying for school again tomorrow?” Adrien grinned.

“If you’re done wailing like a Disney Princess.” He teased.

Adrien scoffed. “Whatever, Fe. what’s the new plan?” 

~~~~~~

Felix pulled back the curtain to one of the front windows. Still no cars in the driveway.

He checked his phone. Despite Adrien leaving half an hour ago, he had no new messages.

“I guess he succeeded then.” Felix shrugged to himself, putting his phone in his back pocket. Then he felt a buzz.

He winced, taking his phone back out to see Adrien had indeed sent him a message. They were probably in the car again.

Felix opened the app, ready to read an essay on how the plan failed this time or why Adrien couldn’t just be a normal kid. To his surprise, there was only a picture. A picture of a classroom with students filling the seats. 

A few more pictures were sent, one being a selfie with- ugh -Chloe Bourgeois. He hated that girl. Another picture had the rest of the class in it, then there was one with a single girl. She had a black, half sleeved jacket, and raven-colored hair, which was pulled into pigtails. Her eyes were hard to catch in the photo, but they seemed to be a blue-ish color. She was, in a word, pretty.

Felix was pulled from his thoughts when the front door creaked open. Ah. good. They were home. 

He quietly stashed his phone in his bag of books, creeping to the door of the dining room. Peeking around the doorframe, he saw Gorilla go upstairs- probably trying to find him - and Nathalie slip into Gabriel's office. What excuse was she going to give for not getting Adrien?

“Sir, we didn’t get to Adrien in time.” The secretary informed in a monotonous tone.

What! His father’s voice growled. It almost sounded like it came from a screen. Shouldn’t he be home?

Glancing at the stairs to make sure Gorilla was still absent, Felix carefully cracked open the door. Not much, just enough to see inside.

Nathalie faced the computer screen across from his mother’s portrait. 

I’m coming up there and I want an immediate explanation!

Up there? 

Nathalie nodded. “Yes sir.” 

The screen flickered off, and she sighed.

“You’re lucky.” The women said out of the blue. Felix thought she’d seen him, until she turned to the painting of Emilie.

“He’s risking everything for you, to bring you back.” 

Bring you back. What does that mean?

Nathalie shook her head, hugging her tablet to her chest and leaning against the desk. “I wish he loved me that way.” 

Felix’s nose scrunched up in disgust. Nathelie and his father? What a wretched pairing.

Something in the room clicked, and Nathalie straightened. A circle in the middle of the floor rattled, before descending into the ground.

So it hadn’t been a trick of the light! There was a hole! But why?

Gabriel rose from the “secret elevator” a few seconds later, a nasty look on his face.

“I give you one job to do!” He huffed, clasping his hands tightly behind his back.

“Adrien just wants to go to school, sir. He’s not going to stop running away until that happens.” Nathalie defended.

“Then double the body guards! He’s no time for school with everything else he has to do.”

“I could reorganize his schedule?” Nathalie offered, already unlocking her tablet to do so.

“Then what about while he’s there? He won’t agree to Gorilla going with him, and neither will the school. I don’t trust them to watch my son properly!” 

Felix drew in a breath to calm his nerves. If Adrien was to ever have a school life, it was now or never.

“If it’s supervision you’re worried about,” He started, opening the door fully, “Then send me to school with him.” 

Nathalie jumped. “Felix, how long have you been there?” 

“I’ll personally see to it that Adrien stays in line.” He finished, ignoring Nathalie’s question.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “You would go to school with him?”

Well, that wasn’t a no.

“Yes.”

“I thought you hated any form of public outings.”

Felix shrugged. “Will you let Adrien go to school or not?” 

Gabriel pressed his lips together, thinking it over. 

“Alright.” He relented. “But make sure you keep an eye on him. If I hear anything regarding bad behavior, you will both be pulled out of the school immediately.”

Felix nodded, hiding a triumphant smile as he exited the room. No need to stay longer than necessary and ruin his chances. 

~~~~~~~

Felix stared out the car window, watching the buildings pass. The rock monsters from yesterday suddenly sprouted up again that morning. They rampaged through Paris, destroying everything in their path. Thankfully, the new superheroes saved the day, but something still plagued his mind.

A face constructed of butterflies had appeared around the end of the fight, announcing itself as Hawkmoth. That was concerning on its own, yes, but the voice sounded so.. Familiar. He couldn’t place where he’d heard it before, but he’d definitely heard it.

“Where are we going again?” Adrien asked dejectedly, slumping against the car door. It was pathetic really.

“We’re almost there.” Felix answered vaguely.

The car rolled to a stop in front of the school a few minutes later, and the screen in front of them flickered to life, revealing their Father.

You disobeyed me, Adrien. Take a look at that school.

Adrien frowned, looking at the building as he was told, then bowed his head. “Yes, Father.” 

You will never, I say never, go back there again.

“Father, no-”

Without your bodyguard. He will drop you off and pick you up everyday. Nathalie has offered to organize your new schedule, and Felix has agreed to attend with you in case something should happen. You’ll be continuing your music, Chinese, and fencing classes and your photoshoots.

The grin on Adrien’s face erased any doubts Felix had about going to school with him. Considering his brother hadn’t been that happy since their Mother went missing, he supposed he could put a little effort into this whole “public school” scenario.

“Thank you, Nathalie! Thank you, Father! Come on, Fe!” Adrien beamed, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the car. “I’m gonna show you all of my new friends!” 

“You have friends?” 

Then again, it was Adrien. Why should he be surprised?

-

As they neared the classroom, Felix heard a revolting voice he distinctly remembered as Chloe Bourgeois. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” She sneered. 

Another voice, one he didn’t recognize. “It means that I’m not putting up with your crud anymore, Chloe, and neither is anyone else around here, so take your attitude and go on! Get lost!” 

Bold words for someone speaking to the Mayor’s daughter. You could get in a lot of trouble for that. In other words, Felix already liked whoever was responsible.

They walked in just in time to see Chloe begrudgingly sit down in the front row. He also noticed a ravenette in the second row sitting down. Felix smirked when he realized it was the same girl from the picture Adrien sent him earlier.

“Yo, dude! Who’s the second Adrien?” A dark-skinned boy greeted them, smiling towards Felix.

“Nino, this is my brother, Felix.” Adrien introduced, patting Felix on the back.

“Good to have you in class with us.” The red-capped boy grinned, politely offering his hand.

“I’m only visiting today. Tomorrow, I’m going to Mr. Chevalier’s class.” Felix replied flatly, shaking Nino’s hand. 

Adrien waved the girls in the second row, only for the pigtailed girl to humph and turn away. 

Looks like she’s also the one Adrien had that misunderstanding with.

His brother sighed, sitting next to Nino who nudged him encouragingly. Speaking of which, where was he going to sit?

Felix’s eyes glazed over the room. The seats appeared to be full, except for the one in the back. At least he’d be the furthest away from anyone.

~~~~~~~

Marinette held her hand out towards the grey sky, sighing when she felt the steady rhythm of raindrops on her palm. Great. Rain. That was exactly what she needed right now. Not only had the responsibility of saving Paris been dumped on her, but she also had a new bully to deal with at school. And both of those instances happened in the span of two days! Now, it was pouring and she really didn’t feel like getting soaked on the walk home.

A scoff of disgust came from her right, and she jumped.

“How convenient.” A boy said sarcastically, reaching out his hand like she’d done moments before. His dark grey and black attire matched the colors of the clouds, which she would have found humorous if she didn’t remember who he was from roll call.

“You’re Adrien’s brother, right?” 

 The blonde glanced in her direction, his silver eyes looking her over. “Yes, that’s correct.” 

Marinette frowned and crossed her arms at the answer. “Then I guess that means you’re Chloe’s friend, too?” 

His scowl surprised her. “Hardly. I would quite literally rather die than be friends with that spoiled brat.” 

A small pause ensued as she took in his answer.

She then smiled, extending her hand to him. “Well, any enemy of Chloe is a friend of mine. I’m Marinette. Nice to meet you.” 

He didn’t respond at first, simply staring at her with a strange expression. 

“Felix.” He finally said, taking her hand in his. For some reason, her heart skipped a beat when he did.

Thunder crackled across the sky, and the two pulled their hands back. 

“Hey, Fe! Sorry I made you wait.” Adrien suddenly called, stopping between them. 

Felix shrugged, catching Marinette’s eye one last time before walking down the steps to a silver car.

Adrien turned to her then with a smile. She huffed and looked away. His brother may be nice- and sort of handsome, though she wasn’t going to address it -but Adrien had still tried to stick gum on her chair the other day. And he was friends with Chloe! She couldn’t trust that. 

The model sighed, wistfully looking up at the sky. 

“I just wanted you to know, that I was only trying to talk the chewing gum off your seat. I swear.”

Marinette blinked, certainly not expecting the apology.

Nevertheless, he continued. “I’ve never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. It’s all sort of.. new to me.” 

He glanced back at her and shrugged, holding out his umbrella to her.

She took it, still staring from shock. That is, until the black umbrella snapped shut around her.

Adrien laughed at the scene, causing her to laugh as well, despite the embarrassment. 

“See you tomorrow.” He smiled, started down the steps again.

“R-right, tomorrow..” She replied absently.

Maybe the Agreste boys weren’t so bad, after all.

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[authorlmfletcher]

Poisson d’Avril

Just some April Fool’s Day shenanigans.

Ao3  |  FFnet

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Out of all the days of the year, one particular cat-like being looked forward to April Fools' Day with an unusually strong excitement. Considering the only thing Plagg usually got excited about was cheese, Adrien wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. The toothy grin that greeted him when his alarm sounded on April 1st left him feeling unsettled.

A faceful of water from a rigged tap, getting locked in the closet, and discovering all the underwear in his drawer replaced with a colourful picture of a fish left Adrien irritated while Plagg simply snickered with delight while floating out of reach.

Tearing his room apart proved pointless, other than to fuel Plagg's laughter, forcing him to wear nothing beneath his usual school attire in order to make it to breakfast on time.

7 am and already Adrien was tired of April Fool's Day.

Sitting uncomfortably at the dining table as Nathalie droned on about schedules and plans for the day, Adrien mused about how much cheese he could remove from the kwami's stash in punishment for the feeling of stiff jeans against sensitive skin.

The moment she left, Adrien growled at Plagg. "Where did you hide them?" The cat just grinned smugly. Even the threat of cheese loss didn't knock the smirk off.

Nathalie returned to the dining room, forcing Plagg to slip into Adrien's shirt collar. An order to get his school books sent Adrien running to find his bag. A quick glance inside assured him that his kwami hadn't messed with his books. Phone. Wallet. School books. Check.

"Come on, Plagg. Please. I have school today. Commando is fine for photoshoots but not for class! What if someone notices?"

Plagg snickered in response, leaving Adrien without a clue what to do. That kwami definitely was going to regret this decision at cheese time.

Gorilla waited in the car, grunting in greeting as Adrien slid into his seat with a frown. The car pulled away from the house slowly, leaving Adrien to check on his phone for any messages. A quick glance at his screen made him groan loud enough to get an eyebrow raise from his bodyguard.

Cats. Plagg had changed every single app icon to a picture of a different cat.

It was going to be a long day.

----

School, at least, started off better than his morning. The over-exaggerated set of morning affections from Chloe. The secret bro handshake with Nino. The sharp-witted comment from Alya. The flailing arrival by Marinette which he barely managed to prevent from turning into a nasty tumble. The soft feeling he got in his chest when she would blush at him for helping. It almost felt normal.

“Too bad you don’t have anyone to play pranks on today, bro,” Nino drawled, “I got Chris good today. Froze his cereal last night. Totally hilarious.” Adrien forced himself to laugh, still annoyed at his own prankster.

Surprisingly uneventful, math class finished without a single prank or sign of Plagg mischief. Adrien felt suspicious, nerves on edge for whatever his kwami might have planned next.

Pulling his books from his bag for science class, Adrien dropped them on his desk before grabbing his phone to see if he could figure out how to change the icons back.

"Dude, what is that?" Nino hissed from Adrien's side. Thinking his friend had caught sight of the cat faces (and one exceptionally unnecessary butt) on his phone, Adrien scrambled to come up with a reason for the change.

"Oh, it's just a-" Looking up at his friend, Adrien realized Nino's eyes were elsewhere. Following his gaze, Adrien found himself staring at his own notebook, tossed carelessly open on his desk. The page, which should have been blank, instead featured sketches of.... Marinette?! Hearts of various shades and sizes framed the doodle of her face. Adrien blinked for a moment, stunned by the randomness of the drawing but the feeling that he wasn’t completely opposed to it. At least until the subject of the drawing herself came walking into the classroom.

A flush burnt his cheeks as he slammed the book closed with a frantically pleading stare at Nino. His friend simply looked confused, shrugging as he sat back into his seat. Eyes turning back to Marinette, he took in her startled expression at his loud and unexpected action. Trying to ease her, he threw out what he hoped was a casual and friendly smile, despite the fact that he felt a little wild. She smiled back nervously, sliding into her seat behind him.

Adamantly avoiding opening his notebook, Adrien slid it back into his bag, hoping that somehow it landed straight on Plagg’s little obnoxious head.

Phones placed on desks and in school bags rattled and buzzed throughout the classroom.

“Akuma!” cheered Alya, already on her feet and rushing out the door to catch the latest scoop. Adrien followed in her footsteps, waving his arms in some pretense of needing to run for safety. Finding a place to hide, he called for Plagg, making sure to glare at his black cat friend before transforming.

Instantly, Chat knew something was wrong. His usually comfortable suit felt… different. A quick glance down revealed what appeared to be a tutu around his waist. Tulle bracelets wrapped his wrists and ankles, the usually sturdy boots on his feet replaced with black satin slippers. His zipper was gone—replaced with a thin black collar that housed the ever familiar golden bell at his throat. He could practically hear Plagg’s laughter. There was no way Adrien was going to give his kwami the satisfaction of begging off another of his stupid pranks.

“You think you are hilarious, don’t you, annoying little pest? Well, watch me stun the world as Chat Noir with a Tutu.”

His feet slipped slightly in the unusual soles of his temporary footwear, but he found himself making his way to where the Akuma wreaked havoc on the city of Paris. Skidding to a halt beside his partner, he posed for a moment with a grin as she stared at him in surprise.

“That’s… new,” she muttered, poking the ruffles around his middle.

“It’s not tutu much is it?” Ladybug’s annoyed glare made him laugh sharply. “Plagg decided April Fools’ Day would be a great time for a costume upgrade. So I’m proving him right.”

The akuma was simple - a man angered by a stupid prank done to him by some youth, armed with a toilet paper gun that covered the city in streamers of white cotton-y soft fabric. Chat simply danced around happily, avoiding getting tangled into the paper shot in his direction, while goofily exaggerating pirouettes and grand jetes. It took every ounce of effort not to let crass jokes roll off his tongue while they found the akuma and freed the butterfly.

Cameras out and people laughing at his silly costume made his day. At least Plagg’s inane prank gave the people of Paris smiles. With a wave to the crowd, Chat threw himself up to the rooftops as his ring chirped in warning, Ladybug hot on his tail.

“I hope that Plagg hasn’t been too hard on you today. Sounds like he’s enjoying April Fools’ Day a little too much.”

Chat grimaced. “It’s been a mess of a morning. He’s certainly going all out.”

Her hand on his arm made him smile. Taking her fingers in his, he raised them to his lips.

“Of course, not having the chance to share Plagg’s antics with you would have made the day pointless.” Wiggling his eyebrows, he kissed her knuckles before pulling away to dance on his toes. Another chirp of his ring made him toss her a quick salute before vaulting off the roof with a grin.

At least he had a chance to see her. Any day with Ladybug was a wonderful one, even if it meant being dressed in a tutu.

-----

A quick transformation around the corner from the school led to a wildly laughing Plagg and a mildly cussing Adrien before racing back to the front door. Crashing into Marinette was a completely unexpected event, one that knocked her clean off her feet and onto the sidewalk while he flailed about trying to maintain his own balance. Instantly, Marinette began a wide-eyed, panicked flow of words, scrambling to her feet and nearly knocking her head into his face—an incident he missed only by letting himself fall backwards.

“I’m so sorry, Adrien. I didn’t see you and I was just trying to get back to class and-” He could barely keep up with her rambling words. Standing up, he took hold of her arms and forced her to stop flailing around and look at him.

“It’s ok, Marinette. Calm down. We’re both ok, right?” She relaxed in his grasp, the relief in her eyes tangible. Taking a step, he realized his tumble had skewed his clothing, the waist of his jeans slipping dangerously low on his hips while his shirt sat crooked. Marinette’s eyes dropped to the sudden evidence of bare skin, her face flushing a brilliant scarlet red before she snapped her eyes back to his face. A sheepish grin hit his own face as he quickly pulled himself together, unable to deny the slight tingling feeling of pride he had at her reaction.

“I thought it was socks that people knocked off,” he joked, trying to make light of the moment but cringing on the inside at his near wardrobe malfunction. He gave her a smile to help reassure her before grasping her elbow and walking her up the stairs. Plagg deserved another earful and a definite cutback on his allotment of cheese today.

 Slipping back into class together while everyone attempted to settle down after the akuma chaos provided no challenge. Adrien just prayed that the rest of the day would go Plagg-prank free.

Soft chuckles from Adrien’s school bag that thankfully seemed audible to only his over-sensitive ears left him cringing in worry. Breathing through his nose to keep his cool until the end of class, Adrien scooped his bag at the sound of the bell and nearly raced to the waiting car for lunch.

Flipping back the cover, he glared at a grinning Plagg lounging inside in a manner that was anything but innocent.

"No more Camembert for you." Plagg didn't even bat an eye, grinning silently to himself.

"That's what you think," the whiny little voice from deep within his bag purred. "I think tomorrow will  be a wonderful day of cheese heaven."

Punctuating his statement with a satisfied thump on his stomach, Plagg flashed his teeth in a way that made Adrien excessively nervous.

Lunch break didn't last long, just long enough to shovel food into his mouth and tear apart his bedroom in a continued search for his missing underwear. His father would have a fit if he found his room in such a state but Adrien pulled things apart anyway.

A sharp rap on his door forced him to call off the search and head back to school. Only a few more hours of April Fool's Day hell from his kwami and then he could finally rest.

Thankfully, Plagg seemed to settle for the afternoon, not making any trouble or noise during both his afternoon classes. Suspiciously quiet, actually, Adrien thought, eyeing his school bag with some trepidation and a growing sense of impending bad luck. He felt on edge, considering kicking his bag to give Plagg a silent warning.

With only half an hour left of history, the sound of Marinette's phone buzzing in her backpack made Adrein nearly jump out of his seat. Turning around to see her, he watched as she scrambled to stealthily pull it from her bag. Her eyes grew wide as she read whatever was on her screen, flashing up to look at him in gaping surprise with a quickly growing spread of adorable blush across her cheeks.

He just smiled, turning his attention back to his notes. The sound of his own phone buzzing made him frown. Reaching down, he yanked it out of his bag to see a message from Marinette on his screen.

A quick swipe had it open, his eyes tearing over the contents in shock and a shiver of excitement.

"Really? You want to kiss me?"

It took all of two seconds to see why she had sent him that text, why she had looked so surprised.

Sent from his phone to hers was a text message combined with a GIF. In a brilliant, flashing yellow neon style script, the image simply said, "I woke up this morning wanting to kiss you." Beneath it, text added:

 <<and I have been thinking about it all day.>>

Adrien internal visualization instantly took to imagining what it would be like to kiss Marinette. Soft and sweet, with lips that tasted like cookies. He would be lying if he didn't admit that there was… something… between them. Something that he very intentionally shoved way, way down to avoid ruining the preciousness of their friendship and because of his feelings for Ladybug.

All his careful insistence that they were only friends despite the fact that he always felt strangely drawn to her had been single handedly blown out of the water due to a certain little black cat kwami who was definitely losing all his cheese privileges.

He didn't know how to answer, thumbs hovering over his keypad. An elbow in his ribs by Nino reminded him to pay attention and hide his phone from the still rambling teacher.

Twenty minutes left. What could he say that could get him out of this situation without hurting her or making everything an awkward mess? Silently he cursed the whole premise of April Fool’s Day and his kwami’s need to be an infernal pest.

He left her hanging for the rest of the class, tempted to just bolt at the bell. Very intentionally, he tossed the phone into his bag right on Plagg’s head as he quietly gathered his school supplies still unsure what to do.

The classroom emptied quickly, other than Nino who drawled on about some jam that he’d been listening to between classes. His chatter ended abruptly with a yelp at being dragged out of the classroom by Alya’s grip on his collar.

He didn’t need to turn around to know that the only other person left in the room was Marinette. He could practically feel her standing nervously behind him.

A fortifying breath brought his pounding heart under control. He could do this - apologize that something strange had happened and that he didn’t send her that message. That he valued their friendship more than anything. That his heart belonged to someone else.

At least, he believed he could do all that until his eyes connected with hers and it felt like he was struck by lightning, pulled to her by the shocking blue of her eyes. Her lips were parted just enough, trying to breathe, he supposed - just like he was.

“Did you really want to kiss me?” she whispered, searching his face for something. He blinked, frozen in response. Yes? No? Maybe? He didn’t know. “I want to kiss you.”

Suddenly, she was there, breathing his air, closing her eyes as she leaned in and he couldn’t do anything but respond in kind. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as his brain had expected, pressed against his in a gentle, innocent kiss for little more than an instant. When she pulled away, he thought maybe his brain was broken, watching in slow motion as she gave him a shy little smile before grabbing her bag and rushing out the door.

--

Plagg still laughed when Adrien shoved him into a locker for fencing practice. He needed some kind of distraction to force his brain back into some level of functioning. All he could think of was the look in her eyes the moment before she shut them, the feel of her lips on his, and that smile before she ran away. Over and over.

Resting his forehead against the cool metal of his locker, Adrien took a moment to reset himself before facing his teammates and Mr. D’Argencourt. If his kwami could just give him some time to successfully make it home without causing any more trouble, he could do this.

With a nod, he stepped back, swishing his foil back and forth. Only an hour of fencing, then he’d be safe at home. It was the look on Kagami’s face that tipped him off that something was wrong, the frown she gave a second before she asked what was on his mask. Ripping it from his head, he groaned as he discovered a smiley face drawn to the front. ---

Homework done, phone returned back to normal icons, smiley face scrubbed off and underwear recovered from some unknown place - Adrien stretched before flopping face first onto his bed with a sigh of relief. Somehow, he had survived an entire day of Plagg’s foolishness.

How he was going to face Marinette tomorrow, he wasn’t completely sure, but at least it hadn’t gotten any weirder. The memory of her lips and that sweet smile would probably haunt his dreams in the most fantastic of ways. He pulled the pillow over his head with a soft moan.

A ping from his phone made him check it again. Maybe it was Marinette. Instead, the text he read made him throw his phone and glare at the kwami curled up on the pillow beside him.

  <<Delivery Notification: Your order of 210 cases of Camembert cheese will be delivered by noon on April 2nd. >>

"PLAGG!"

[romansrgn]

{ghostin...}

Summary: A night of expected passion brings unexpected consequences for Roman Reigns.

Roman Reigns x OC, Jimmy x Naomi, Jey x OC

Warning: 18+ for SMUTTTTT, angst and infidelity

Word Count: 4947

“1..2..3” the crowd counted along with the referee.

“Braelin hits the facelift for the win.” MIchael Cole announced at his spot at the announce table.

“And still the Raw Women’s champion, Braelin.” Jojo announced.

Braelin rolled out of the ring to greet the screaming fans only stopping when she saw a poster of the four black horsewomen of the WWE: Naomi, herself, Sasha and Bianca. She grabbed the sign from the fan “This is what its about,” she said before kissing the fan on the cheek and headed back to the gorilla position where Stephanie McMahon was waiting for her.

Green eyes rolled “No botches, no wardrobe malfunctions and no one got hurt tonight.”

“I saw the match.”

“Well then there’s nothing for us to discuss.”

Stephanie fell into step with Braelin as she eyed the knee brace on her right knee “How’s your knee?”

“It’s fine. It’s practically made of steel.”

“I highly doubt that. Which is why you’re on a non official leave from the ring.”

That stopped the Raw women’s champion in her tracks “What?”

“You heard what I said. You still need time to recover and you can’t do that while wrestling every week.”

After injuring her knee over a year ago Braelin has worked her ass off to get back into the ring. She’s finally at a place where she wants to be career wise and now they’re pulling her? “So you’re stripping me of my title is that what your saying?”

Stephanie shook her head “No, you won’t be wrestling but you'll still be needed for any new storylines that may come up or even as a valet.

Braelin squinted “You’re joking right?”

“You don't see me laughing. I think this could be exactly what you need. It puts you in a position where you’re not over exerting yourself but you'll remain in the spotlight."

“Right! because you clearly give a damn about my health and what happens to my career.” Braelin laughed bitterly.

“Contrary to what you believe I’m not out to get you.”’

“Yea, I believe you.” Braelin said stopping in front of her dressing room. As far as she was concerned this conversation was over “Are we done here?”

Stephanie sighed “For right now. But I want—” she didn’t get a chance to finish what she was saying because the door was slammed in her face.

Braelin ran a frustrated hand through her hair and picked up her phone. She had six missed calls from her mother and five from her big brother. She bit her lip deciding if she wanted to be lectured before or after she had a hot shower and a drink. She bit the bullet and dialed her mom “Hey, momma. I just got back to my dressing room.”

“Are you ok? I just saw your match and it looked like you took a nasty fall on your knee.”

“The brace caught most of the blow. I’m sore but I’m not hurt.”

“You need to come home so I can take a look at it.”

Braelin rolled her eyes suddenly happy that her mother wasn’t there in person to see her do it, “Momma you’re a neurosurgeon.”

“Don’t you roll your damn eyes at me little girl.” Braelin’s eyes ballooned “Now get your narrow behind here so I can take a good look at you.”

Braelin knew better then to back talk her mother but she also knew how her mother was when she was worried about her “I have a show next week Saturday in North Carolina. I’ll come and see you then.”

Feeling placated her mother sighed “Momma loves you, Brae. You know that. I’m just trying to keep you safe and even if I can’t protect you from everything I can make sure whatever hurts, hurts a little less.”

Braelin smiled and wiped at the tears under her eyes “I know momma. I love you too. Give daddy a kiss for me and tell Keyon to stop calling me.”

Naomi looked at her watch “She’s late.”

Braelin laughed when she heard her mother repeat what she said to her brother before hanging up. She really did miss her family.  She pulled her wrestling top over head to shower. It was definitely time to go home.

Jimmy laughed “We’re early. Just relax, baby. Uce isn’t even here yet.” And just as soon as he said it Roman came walking up the arena’s exit with his bags in tow “Where’s Braelin?”

Roman stopped in his tracks and scanned the parking lot  “I don’t know. She’s not out here yet?”

Naomi shook her head “I’m going to go see what’s taking her so long.” she attempted to head back into the arena but Roman stopped her.

“You stay here.” he said putting his bags into the car “I’ll go find her.”

By the time he made it back into the arena there were fewer people in the building “Braelin.” he yelled down the hallway of her dressing room “Braelin” he yelled again and knocked on the door before entering

Roman looked around seeing her packed bags but not her. He heard the shower running and saw that the door was ajar, He knocked again “Braelin.” he pushed the door open when he didn’t get a response “Are you–”

“Roman,” Braelin yelled attempting to cover herself “What the hell are you doing?”

Roman swallowed and turned around.

Braelin wrapped the towel tightly around her body “I’m decent.” she huffed.

“Naomi, Jimmy and Jey are waiting for us outside.” he said with his back still turned to her. His jaw clenched slightly.

“Damn, I forgot. Ok, let me get dressed and I can meet you guys outside.”

When she finally came out of the bathroom she was wearing a pair of legging, a sports bar and a track jacket, Her long hair was still slightly damp  “I completely forgot we were all riding together. “

“Don’t worry about it. Just get dressed. I can wait for you out here.” he said picking up her bag and blindly handing it to her.

Roman shook his head not believing that shit for a second. Every second he waited for her to get dress and come out of the bathroom his anger mounted “Did you? Or did you take your sweet ass time because you knew I would come looking for you?” he stood walking towards her.

Braelin brows furrowed “I never asked you to come looking for me, Roman. And I sure as hell didn’t ask you to stay here with me either.”

Roman scoffed “Get your shit and let’s go.”

“I called my mom, we talked for bit and then I jumped in the shower. I must have lost track of time.”

Braelin narrowed her green eyes and walked passed him leaving Roman to collect her bags. By the time they made it outside she had a full blown attitude “Next time, don’t send him to look for me.”

Naomi laughed when Roman rolled his eyes “I didn't. He volunteered. What were you doing anyway?”

“How is she?” Jimmy asked climbing into the driver’s seat “I know it’s been a minute since we’ve seen her.”

Jey opened the back seat door and helped Braelin in when he saw her struggling to get in the truck “Is your knee still bothering you?”

Braelin promptly ignored the heated stares from everyone after that assessment, especially Roman’s “My mom is great. I’m actually going to see her after our show in North Carolina.”

Naomi nodded “You didn’t answer the knee question but I’ll let that go because I know how much you miss auntie, Brae.”

Roman cleared his throat loudly putting the last of her bags into the trunk before climbing in on the opposite side of her.

“I’m not talking about my knee anymore. Stephanie and my momma are both giving me enough shit for it. I don’t need it from you guys.”

Jey held up his hands “I know when to my mind damn business.”

Jimmy shared the same sentiment “But if you need anything, little sis. You’ll tell us right?”

Braelin nodded silently. She looked down at her phone seeing a text message from Roman.

we need to talk asap.

Braelin and Roman locked eyes briefly before she deleted the text message. Ignoring Roman’s slight growl she tapped Naomi’s shoulder “Hey, Nao. Turn that up.”

“AYEEEEE.” Naomi yelled hearing the sound of a train before the opening lyrics of “C’mon N’ Ride it” by the Quad City DJ’s came blasting through the speakers. “We use to cut up to this song when we were kids, remember Brae?”

“I still remember the dance routine we made up to this.”

Braelin and Naomi were cousins who did pretty much everything together. They ran in the same circles, went to high school and attended the same HBU despite the three year age difference between them.

Naomi was like a role model to Braelin growing up. Everything Naomi did she wanted to emulate. Naomi was the reason Braelin took dance classes and the reason Braelin didn’t become a doctor deciding to purse wrestling instead.

Her mother was still a little bitter about that.

Jimmy looked over at Naomi who was shimmying in her seat “You go show me that little dance later?”

Naomi winked “Maybe if you–”

Jey quickly interrupted making a face “Don’t nobody wanna hear that. Y'all wild.”

Everyone laughed.

Roman leaned in to whisper in her ear “I don’t know what the hell is going on with you but we are going to have that talk.”

Braelin shivered but said nothing.

At the hotel Jey started handing out room keys.

“We still down for tonight, Uce?” Kofi yelled in the lobby

All three cousins yelled “Yea.” causing Naomi and Braelin to shake their heads

“Who was he talking too?” Naomi asked clearly amused.

Roman gave a short laugh “Does it matter?”

“Alright, yall... I got 319. Jimmy and Nao have room 321. Uce, you got Room 325 and little sis you got 327.”

Braelin grabbed her key “Well, I’m going up to crash.”

Naomi tilted her head to the side feeling a little affronted “You’re not going out with us?”

Braelin shook her head “Nah, I’m good. Besides my knee is killing me.” she laughed rubbing her knee and limping to the elevator dramatically.

“Get your butt outta her Brae. What about you big dog?”

Roman was to busy watching Braelin exit the lobby that he completely missed her question “Whatchu say?”

Naomi folded her arms over her chest “You’re still coming out with us, right? You told Kofi you were.” She tacked on that last part for good measure.

Roman snorted “Yea, I just need a hour to chill, shower and change.”

Jimmy and Jey looked between Naomi and Roman suddenly feeling the tension there “Yea, let’s head up to our rooms. It’s been a long day and its finna be an even longer night.” Jimmy said grabbing Naomi’s hand.

By the time Braelin made it to her room she had already kicked off her shoes and turned off her phone. She had no plans to do anything outside of jumping into bed head first and just as she was on the verge of doing just that there was a knock at the door. She looked through the peephole and cursed before slightly opening it “What?”

“Let me in. We need to talk.” Roman said with his hands in his pockets.

“And I don’t feel like talking. So now what?”

Roman sighed at her being difficult “I don’t want to fight with you. I Just–” he ran a frustrated hand over his face “Just let me talk to you, please.”

Braelin stared blankly at him for a few moments before opening the door wider to let him in “Five minutes.”

Roman entered the hotel room and watched as she closed the door behind her. He sighed when she remained posed at door “First, I need to apologize to you for being a dick earlier. I just hate that you’ve been ignoring me. We use to be able to talk about shit but now it seems like we can’t even be in the same room together without other people.”

Running a hand through her hair she nodded “I get it. I hate not talking to you too. But I need time to not miss something that use to be mine.” Braelin knew she was leaving herself wide open by admitting this but she needed to get this off her chest. She just wanted this entire thing to be over “Even though we've been over for while now there are still times when I wake up in the middle of the night and I reach for you and you’re not there.” Braelin stepped a little further into the room “So this is me trying to get use to not having you and I can’t do that if you’re always around.”

Roman and Braelin met each other back in 2009 when Briyanna (Braelin’s big sister) through Naomi a birthday party and invited Jimmy and all of his friends and family. Roman of course attended the party and although they hit it off nothing stuck because at the time she had a boyfriend and he was dating his college sweetheart, Janelle.

Even though nothing happened romantically between them after the party they never lost contact with each other. In fact, they became best friends. They were there for each other during their eventual break ups with their respective other’s, Braelin’s decision to pursue wrestling, her training, Roman’s call up to the main roster and his first injury. Among other things.

Shortly after that things got serious back in 2012 when they made things official and started dating.

Everything was great for a good three years but then things started to change. Roman started pulling away from her and at the time she didn’t understand why. The sex between them was good, but when they were together it always felt like he somewhere else. Braelin later found out it was because he’d gotten back in contact with his college sweetheart, Janelle. She knew he wasn't cheating on her but she knew Janelle brought along unresolved feeling she didn't know he still harbored.

Braelin never had to spend hours agonizing about what was going on with him because she already knew. He was feeling conflicted. To Braelin there were too many people apart of this equation. If he loved her the way he said he did there was nothing to be confused about.

So she didn’t stick around to see what his choice would be. They broke up mid 2016.

Braelin found out from Jimmy and Naomi that Roman was engaged. He later married his college sweetheart Janelle at the end of 2017.

They’ve been married every since.

You would think after almost two years she would be over it. Maybe it was the bitterness of having to sit back and watch the man she love marry another woman without a single thought of her. Or maybe there was apart of her that thought he’s been waiting for Janelle the entire time while he was with her.  She didn’t know and maybe that’s why it still hurt so much.

Roman wanted so badly to pull her into his arms to kiss, hold and make love to her. He wanted to do whatever she needed to make this better for her but he couldn’t do that.

They both knew that at the end of the day another woman was sharing his last name. That kind of hurt will take a long time to heal and the only way she’ll be able to try move on was if she let him go.

“I love you, Roman and I don’t think there’s a part of me that will ever stop loving you. But I need–”

What happened next was beyond his control. Roman would blame it on the fact that he couldn't take hearing the words he was sure were seconds away from leaving her mouth.

Roman closed the distance between them his large hands cradling the sides of her face as he kissed her hard and deep and with the same amount of passion as two lovers reuniting after being separated from war. He pulled back licking his lips “One night. One night to be inside you. One night to fuck you or make love to you or both. I just need you right now, baby. Don’t deny me.”

Braelin looked into his eyes and as hard as she tried to ignore it she saw it as plain as day: that love, that need and that hint of desperation in those grey eyes she always got lost in “Make love to me.” she whispered removing her track jacket.

And as if he was trying to engrave how those words sounded coming from her lips he closed his eyes and savored it.

Roman once again captured her cupid bow shaped lips with his. She moaned wrapping her arms around his neck. His large hands slid down the curve of her spine grabbing handfuls of her ass missing the feel of her in his hands and lifted her into his arms urging her to wrap her legs around him as he carried her over to the bed.

Braelin moaned at the feel of his thick tongue licking a hot trail from her collarbone to her neck as gently placed her down on the bed. She pulled him up by his hair forcing him to look at her “This ends tonight. Do you understand?” she said pushing him off her so she could remove the sports bar she had been wearing.

Roman’s only response to that was the removal of his wedding ring before setting it on the nightstand next to the bed. A hint of guilt flashed across her beautiful features.

Braelin knew the right thing to do was to put the brakes on this entire thing before it went any further. But whenever Roman touched her she felt nothing but heat and any and all doubts she had melted like butter in a pan.

He reached down and tugged her leggings and soaked panties down her curvaceous legs. The feel of them in his hands were almost enough to make him cum “You had amazing legs baby.”

Braelin shivered “You have on way too many clothes.”

Roman laughed softly and pulled the shirt over his head. His large hands dropped to the waistband of his sweatpants. His eyes never leaving hers as she sat back and enjoyed the view.

Not at all surprised that he wasn’t wearing any underwear Braelin got a good look at how bad he wanted her. The thick muscle corded in veins jutted out long, hard and leaking precum.

Her mouth watered.

Braelin made herself comfortable at the edge of the bed pulling him closer by the hips. She gave the tip of his dick a experimental lick before relaxing her throat taking him in inch by tortuous inch.

Roman tilted his head back “Shit.”

She worked him with her tongue, mouth and the parts she couldn’t reach, her hand. Roman brushed her hair to side so he could see himself sliding in and out of her mouth “FUCK.”

Roman looked down at her with half lidded eyes and watched as she sucked his dick like a pro “What are you doing to me baby? SHIT.”

Flattening her tongue Braelin dragged it ever so slowly on the underside of his cock and that did it. Roman groaned deep shooting his load into her mouth.

Swallowing, Braelin stared up at him with a devilish grin on her pretty face. When it came to fellatio her head game was on another level even with Roman's stamina she always knew how to bring him to his knees “I still got it.”

Roman’s eyes narrowed tossing her to the middle of the bed. “Your little ass is getting it tonight.”

Roman kissed his way down to her hot core and inhaled “I love the smell of your pussy. I would know you anywhere.” he said before licking her from asshole to clit. His large fingers massaged her as he sucked hard on her clit.

“Oh my god.” Braelin moaned and fisted the comforter in her small hands. She couldn’t explain what was happening but her entire body felt like it was on fire. When she looked down at Roman his face was so embedded into her snatch that for a second there she thought she might be suffocating him so she attempted to pull away but his right arm displaying his polynesian tattoo proudly kept her in place. “Roman, please.”

Braelin propped up on her elbows watching as his wicked tongue danced along her bundle of nerves driving her closer to the edge. She didn’t know how much time has passed but she was done for the minute his tongue started repeatedly tap dancing against her G spot. She came instantly.

Lax and practically purring Roman climbed over her, his big body covering hers “Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. We’re  just getting started.” he covered her mouth with his inserting his tongue so she could taste herself.

Braelin felt him at her entrance and with the clever thrust of his hips he was buried to the hilt. She instantly tensed the hell up at the mixture of pain and pleasure. A year without any real kind of sexual activity would do that and Roman’s dick was a lot larger than her fingers and any of the toys she had.

“Are you ok?”Roman said with slight groan starting a slow rhythm. Fuck she felt incredible.

Braelin nodded wrapping her legs around his waist “Fuck me harder.”

Roman kissed her neck and started a new rhythm that was slow, hard and deep until he was pounding away “So wet. So tight.” he groaned loudly repeating it over and over again.

Sweat dotted her hairline and Roman’s forehead as he fucked her like a man on a mission determined to get them where they both needed go. Braelin attempted to match his thrusts with her own “That’s right. Take this dick.”

“I’m finna cum. Roman, shit. I’m finna cum.” she moaned.

Angling his hips just right Roman started in on her sweet spot “Cum for daddy.” he groaned rubbing her clit.

Her back arched and that tell all gush of liquid between her thighs let her know she just had the best fuck of her life.

Roman continued to pound into her chasing his own release until he came, hard. Every vein in his neck was on full display as one expletive after another flew from his mouth.

Coming down from his high Roman nuzzled her neck “Can I spend the night?” he said looking into her green eyes.

“Roman,” Braelin sighed “They’re expecting you and I told you--”

“I just want to hold you. I’ll be gone in the morning. I promise.” he said rubbing his thumb across her lips.

Braelin's small hand went to the hair at the nap of his neck and rubbed gently. That little action caused Roman to close his eyes “Ok.”

Roman gently pulled out of her warmth already missing the feel of her. Braelin laid on her side with her back against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. “I know nothing I say will change anything. But I wish things could have been different.” he said softly kissing the top of her head.

Silence.

“You’re right. It won’t change anything.”

That was almost a three months ago.

The hall of fame was next month and Naomi, Braelin and Briyanna were at the third fitting for their dresses for the hall of fame.

“Sunk it in Brae.”

Braelin huffed “If I suck it in anymore my ribs will fracture.  This is obviously not the one. I'm just going with the balmain one.”

Naomi shook her head “I don’t understand. You had a fitting with Alexander McQueen last month and this dress worked.”

Braelin rolled her eyes “Well, I’m feeling a little bloated.”

“Bloat doesn’t make you go up an entire dress size in a month.”

“Ain’t nothing wrong with getting thicker, stop.” Briyanna looked at Naomi.

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it especially when I got what I got. But, Brae–”

“First of all, stop talking about me like I’m not here. Maybe I just won't go to the hall of fame, period.” Braelin tugged the dress down her body leaving her in nothing but a bra and panties.

“You have to go. We’re inducting Jazz.” Naomi said heading to the back of studio to switch out her dresses.

Briyanna got a good look at her little sister through the mirror. For her stature, Braelin was always a curvy little thing. Just like her if Braelin gained a few pounds she gained it in her hips and ass. But what Briyanna was looking at was a curve to her sister’s stomach and her face had gotten a little fatter.

She knew what was happening here and after giving birth to three kids herself she would be able to point it out when she saw it. But she still needed confirmation.

Braelin frowned slipping on her sweater and then her jeans “Why are you oogling me?”

“You’re pregnant?”

Braelin blinked “What?”

“Don’t what me? The weight gain, the mood swings, the occasional morning sickness that you claim is just food poisoning. Not to mention you have a whole ass baby bump, Brae.” she whispered heatedly.

Braelin tugged Briyanna to the side “Will you be quiet.”

“How far along are you?”

When Braelin remain quiet. Briyanna folded her arms across her chest “How far--”

“I’m 12 weeks today.”

Briyanna’s eyes ballooned. She opened and closed her mouth not knowing what else to say “How the hell did you manage to hide this?”

It wasn't easy. She’s been medically cleared to do in ring work for three weeks after their show in North Carolina but during the stint of their entire tour in the south she came down with what Braelin thought was the flu. So their agents sent her home so she could rest. But her flu had gotten worse and it turned into some weird stomach bug, it got so bad she had to go see her doctor. After running a few tests her doctor then informed her that she didn’t have the flu but instead she was in fact pregnant.

Braelin left the doctors office stunned and completely dumb founded. She didn’t understand how this could happen since she was on the pill. But of course her doctor informed her the pill wasn’t always effective.

The following week Stephanie informed her that she would be making her in ring return in a tag team match with Sasha against The Bella Twins. It wasn’t until then that everything started to sink in and she broke down.

Confused by the response she had gotten Stephanie had closed the door to her office so the could speak with Braelin in private. In that moment Braelin had no choice but to tell Stephanie she was four weeks pregnant.

Briyanna nodded suddenly everything was making sense “So it was Stephanie’s idea to milk this knee injury until…what? you’re ready to pop and then what?”

Braelin shrugged helplessly “I don’t know.. I just didn't want anyone to know.”

“Including your family? How long do you plan on keeping this from mo–”

“I’m going to tell her. I was going to tell you guys but I needed time. I’m scared shitless right now, Bri.” Braelin said in tears “I’m alone and I don’t know–”

Briyanna wiped the tears from her baby sister’s eye’s “Shhh, now. I’ve got you. You were never alone because I’m here, now. And you know momma, Daddy and Keyon will no doubt be there for you whenever you're ready to tell them. Naomi, you know she’s going to be by your side no matter what.”

Braelin nodded “I’m so scared to tell Naomi and Momma. I don’t want them to be disappointed in me.”

“Why would I be disappointed in you?” Naomi said now dressed in her nike jogging suit.

Braelin tensed but turned slowly to look at Naomi who was standing a few inches away “The reason for the weight gain” Briyanna rubbed comforting circles on Braelin’s back something she often did when they were kids “it's because I’m three months pregnant.”

Naomi’s only response was to engulf Braelin into her arms “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I was embarrassed, terrified but mostly it’s because I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.” Braelin mumbled still Naomi’s arms.

“Brae, you have succeeded in everything you've attempted. There’s no way I couldn’t be anything less than fucking proud of you. You’re going to be an amazing mother.” Naomi held the small woman in her arms as they both cried.

Briyanna shook her head “I told y’all, y’all act more like sisters than we do.”

All three girls laughed as they hugged in the middle of a dress studio.

12 weeks pregnant? Could a married man be the father of her cousin’s baby? Naomi thought.

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[darktammy]

New Roses in your Womb

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You was standing by the window drinking your tea with smile on your face. You keep looking out the window from your nice larger three bedroom apartment. You look down to see the man that you fell in love with over a year ago. “Kenny!” You said putting you tea cup down with a smile on your face. You ran to the door as you waited for him to knock, but you couldn’t because you were just to excited so you open the door just to see Kenny walking to your door. “My sweet thing!”  Kenny said as he ran to you giving you a big bear hug. You laugh as you felt his strong arms hugging you real tight. “Kenny baby you're kinda hurting me a little bit. “You said as he let you go. “Sorry baby I was just so happy to finally see ya. Now how about we get ready so I can show you that deal I made.” You smiled as you saw him pulled out the contract with WWE. “You join the WWE? Kenny are you sure the Vince is ready for you?” He look down at you with a smile. “I’m sure they all are now lets you ready because I’m taking you there tonight.” You smiled as you & Kenny got ready for tonight's show.

You remember how you and Kenny meet, it still feel like it was yesterday when it happen. You was in Japan at the time for your new mini book called Poems from the heart. You sat there signing your book meeting fans enjoying the time out there. One night as you made it back to your hotel room you bump into a tall blandish strong men making you fall to the ground as he drop his things. “Oh wow that hurt.” You said as you look up to see cute light blue eyes looking down at you. He extend his hand to left you up which you did. “Hey sorry about that did see ya there short stuff.” You rolled your eyes as you pick up your bag only to see your book on the floor. “Your book.” Kenny pick it up as he smiled at you. “Yeah great stuff love the women who wrote this.” You smiled as you cross your arms. “Yeah I’m pretty sure you would have love to meet her as well.” Kenny look at you. “Wait she came here to Japan?” You nodded your head. “Yeah she was even doing a meet and greet signing for her new book which you have.” Kenny grunted as he rub the back of his neck. “Oh man I wish I meet her. I’m a very big fan of hers.” You laugh a little as you look up at him. Your not gonna lie Kenny is pretty cute for someone who’s pretty big. “You know what...I know who you are because I watch wrestling a lot Mr. Omega, can you get me a free ticket into the Tokyo dome and I’ll let you meet Y/N.” You smiled up at him. “Yeah that would be great it’s well we need to leave right now!” He took your hand and pulled you out of the hotel and straight to the dome.

You enjoyed the show watching Kenny fight Jericho in the match. You cheered Kenny on yelling your heart out for him which he won as you jump for joy. You ran in and gave him a big hug then you kissed Kenny? You both look at each other then you look away licking your lips, The young bucks, Cody, Brandi even Jericho all laugh a bit. “So I see you have to hots for Kenny Ms. Y/N?” Brandi said elbowing you.  Kenny stop then he turn around looking at you. You look up at Kenny as you tried to think of something. “Y/N? Your the girl who….I bump into you back at the hotel...you're the one who wrote that poem book!” You look down as you turn to walk off, but didn’t because Kenny pulled you back to him. “Nah you kiss me I don’t think your going anywhere.” You smiled at him as you try to say something, but Kenny cut you off by kissing you softly on your lips. “Oh yeah I’m your biggest fan.” Kenny said You laugh as you kiss him right back.

You both made it to the WWE arena. You wore your black spandex with a tank top that had an Omega logo on it with black heels. “I still can’t believe you made it to the WWE babe. I mean are you sure you really want this?” You said looking at him “Yeah babe I’m sure besides what could go wrong with this place.” You look over at him with a worried look on your face. “People’s careers not making it to far?” You said looking down as you both started to walk to the locker room. Kenny look at you then smiled. “Nah this guys wanted me for the longest so I think my career is fine babe.” You both found his own locker room as Kenny opened the door for you to walk in you smiled turning around seeing Kenny come in close the door right behind him. “Well your ready Kenny?” He look up at you confuse as you jump on him kissing him. “Come on babe take me right now Kenny I’m dying and I need your big strong cock inside me.” He didn’t waste any time taking your tank top off along with your pants. Kenny removed his clothes so fast that you was already on your knees taking his big cock in your hands. “Oh baby your so hard I don’t know if I can fit it in my mouth.” You laugh as you started licking the head of his cock making Kenny moan. “It’s not gonna suck itself baby stop playing around we only have a few hours before the show starts.” He grab your hair then his cock putting him in your mouth. You start to suck hard on him as he moan with you lips around his cock. You keep it up until you felt Kenny’s manhood twitching in your mouth. “Yeah...nah stop damn it stop.” He pulled his cock out as you laugh at him. “What wrong baby?” Kenny turn you around as bend you over on table you gasps as you felt his cock rubbing your core. “Oh baby please don’t tease me please. Please Kenny.” You moan when you felt Kenny slamming your pussy hard making you moan loud. “Oh Kenny baby oh yes, please don’t stop please.” Kenny was thrusting so hard inside you you thought you was going to die from him. You start to feel a tight knock inside you as your walls start to tighten up around him. “Kenny...ba...baby please!” Kenny already knew what to do with you he pulled on your hair and whispered in your ear. “Who’s the men making you come?” You said as your orgasm hits you hard. “You are you daddy!!” Not long after Kenny came after.

The both of you stood here catching your breaths until he look at his watch. “Oh shit babe shower time I have to get ready in an hour.” You look up then start to grab your clothes as you felt his seed dripping down your leg. Not gonna lie it turn you on even more. You both was ready before the show started. Fresh from your shower even tho you both know a quicky shower sex took place which was cool. You walk into carting with Kenny holding his hand. You look around to see all the WWE stars all sitting with their friends. You saw Randy with Finn, R-Truth, and big show. On the other side you see Bayley, Sasha, Becky, Alexa, Nia and the rest of the WWE superstars here. “Well look who’s here!” Kenny look behind him as AJ jump on his back making Kenny fall on his knee. You laugh as you watch them play around fake fight one another. “You guys are something else you know that.” You said walking right behind them. You remember Kenny telling you about AJ Styles, how they had so much fun together back in Japan. How they hang out in bars, night clubs all the good times. “I see you have your lovely girlfriend Y/N hell there young lady.” AJ said making you smile a little. “Alright ladies man lets all sit down and have a nice talk.” Kenny said as all three of you sat at an empty table.

By now most of the WWE superstars heard your name and was in shock that you was even here. Alexa being the first one with Nia both got up and walk out just like the rest of them. You saw it from the corner of your eyes. Not thinking about it for to long as you look back at Kenny and AJ catching up with old times. Raw started as you watch from Kenny’s private locker room. The show was going pretty well watching the matches as everyone had their moment in the ring, talking about who they were going to fight at the next PPV You look over to see Kenny talk with Luke and Karl have a blast. “Hey man were happy that you made it to the WWE now we can have the old good times when it was us four.” Karl said. Luke laugh as he pat Kenny on his shoulder. “Yeah man plus we have a girl in the team uhh..” He said making you laugh as you look at them. “No thanks I’ll just stick to writing my poems thank you.” You said making Kenny walk up to you giving you a soft kiss on your lips. “That’s my babe now stay here because we have to get ready me and the guys are going to go out there and change history tonight.” You smiled as you watch them leaving the room all by yourself. “What am I going to do with him?” You smiled as you watch the tv.  

You saw all three Luke, Karl and AJ walk out to the ring as you watch them talk about their past in NJPW all the way to now the WWE. You heard AJ ready to announcer his name. “Ladies and gentlemen you knew for a long time we all want him here so give it up for KENNY OMEGA!!” The crowd cheer as they saw Kenny walking out with his leather jacket on. You shook your head knowing he was going to be silly by wearing that. You watch as Kenny was talking about all the good times he had with them and now his read to make great new ones with his buddies then Bobby lashley’s music hit. He walks out with his sidekick Lio rush as Lio start talking about how great bobby is, then it’s what Lio said next that made Kenny’s blood bolid. “You Kenny I heard about ya you wrestled all around the world had great matches with the best, but this man right here. This man Bobby he can take you on and beat you, oh if the rumours that’s going on back there is true, your girlfriend Y/N is here and she one hot ass that Bobby can have.” The crowd went wild as Kenny’s face went red punching Lio then punch Bobby just for laughing at what Lio said about you.

You got up  then opening the door to his locker room then you start running to the gorilla. You ran past a few superstars. You keep your eyes straight in front of her. “Hey your Y/N Y/L/N right?” You look over to see Lana you just wave at her as you ran past everyone even them. The three most dangerous men in the WWE the shield. You started to slow down once you got to the gorilla as you saw Vince and Hunter here. “Hey let me talk to Kenny please.” You said to them. “Sorry kid Kenny was put in a match with Bobby.” Hunter told you with a small smile on his. You nodded as you watch the match go on knowing that Karl was right there at ring side by Kenny.  

You watch as Kenny pick up the win making you jump with joy. You wait for Kenny and Karl to come past the curtains. “Kenny!” You hug him as he hug you right back Karl walking away from you guys. You and Kenny start walking back to his locker room until they came out of nowhere. Making the both of you stop, not taking any chances Kenny pulled you right behind him. “Relax Kenny we just want to say great job on your match with Bobby tonight.” Seth said with a evil smile. Roman look at Kenny. “Welcome to the WWE boy this is our home, the ring that’s our yard and who ever steps into it better have eyes behind their back, because we are the shield.” Dean the last man who didn’t say anything, all he did was keep his eyes on you with a wicked grin on his face. You look at Dean then turning her head to the other side making Kenny worrying about your safety. So Kenny held your hand tight as he keep you close to him while walking past the three men. Once inside Kenny’s locker room his started to pack up his things, while you watch him. “Babe are you ok?” Kenny look at you with a smile. “Yeah as long as you are safe then I’m good. If anything happened to ya oh you wouldn't see me smiling.”

Kenny finish packing up his belongings he walks up to you taking your hand then exiting the locker room then straight for your car. Kenny open the back door tossing his bag in the backseat then closing the door. You got in the passenger side as Kenny enter from the driver side, he start to the car pulling out of the parking lot. You smiled at Kenny as he started driving back to your place. There was still one thing that was still bugging you, and that was the way Dean was looking at you. His eyes it was dark with something in it, his grin it had something crazy just crazy about it. You felt so uncomfortable that you just wish you didn’t come there. You didn’t tell Kenny cause you didn’t want to worry him about you. All you wanted to do is just get home with him and sleep.

[nicole-lynne]

Worlds Colliding - Chapter Thirteen

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Relationships: Dean x OC, Sam, Stiles x OC, Scott

Warnings: slight swearing, kidnapping, violence

Description: Natalie comes face to face with the demon

A small whimper escaped her lips as her mind came back to consciousness. She lifted her head up off her shoulder but immediately dropped it back down as a pain radiated into her. Natalie’s arms were killing her, she kept feeling an urging ache in all of her joints like her limbs were begging to move, but her mind was still so hazy and she couldn’t comprehend why she wasn’t able to.

“Ahh you’re awake. Hello, little one.” A eerie voice rang out in the room. Natalie’s instinct was to look around for it, but she couldn’t quite get her body to respond, realizing her arms and legs were strapped to the chair she was sitting in.

She let out a pathetic whine in response.

“Don’t get so excited to see me.” The voice tittered sarcastically.

A man slithered out of the shadows and came towards Natalie. He looked down at her broken body with disgust. She looked so pitiful and useless. In anger, he kicked the leg of her chair and slammed his hands down on the chair arms.

Natalie groaned at the impact and slowly lifted her gaze up to the man in front of her. He stared at her, waiting for any type of recognition to peek through, but her green eyes were smoked with ignorance.

“Am I supposed to recognize your ugly mug?” Her face contorting into a sneer.

He let out a roar of laughter, turning to face away from her. “You’re spunky, little one.” He then returned to his previous position, his nose mere inches away from hers. “We’ll just have to break that, now won’t we.”

A slap cracked across her face in one quick moment, his rings stinging harshly against her face. Her head snapped to the side, a small shriek escaping her. Natalie inhaled a deep breath. The taste of blood began to form on her tongue. She spit out the blood with outrage and put her eyes, darkened with ferocity, back on the man in front of her.

The man was the largest man she had ever seen, his black hair was cascading down his back, but his chocolate eyes were harsh and unrelenting. A gold watch donned his wrist, complementing the tan suit he was wearing. Natalie tried to look at the time, see how long she had been unconscious, but a glare was obstructing the view.

“Who are you?” The question wavered in the air.

A glint flashed in his eyes. “My name is Orobas.”

Confusion enveloped her face. “So what do you want with me? I’m just-”

“Just human? We both know that’s a lie. So don’t disrespect me with that drivel.”

He turned towards the table sitting against the wall, giving Natalie time to check out her surroundings.

She was in a concrete basement, the windows at the top of the walls were all dusty and a few had cracks running through them. There were puddles of water all over the floor and it smelled like mold. Her nose crinkled as she looked around.

“Here’s the thing, Natalie. You are very important. Only one of your kind, you know.” A glint of a knife flashed as he picked it up off the table. “And you are going to help me change the future.”

“Are you nuts? I couldn’t help you even if I wanted to.” Natalie shifted and yanked her arms up hastily, the chains digging deeper into her wrists.

“You won’t be able to break free.” Orobas perched himself on the edge of the table, leaning backwards on his arm, observing the girl in front of him. She was definitely feisty and he liked a challenge.

Natalie growled in irritation. “Look here, you freak, my powers got sucked out of me when I was a teenager. I don’t have my abilities anymore. Plus, I never learned how to control them, so I wouldn’t be much help even if I did.”

“Everyone can be taught. It’s simple.” He retorted.

Natalie struggled again, pulling in all different directions, hoping for something to give. But nothing did. Tears pricked in her eyes, “What are you going to do to me?”

“Let me tell you a story, little one.” He was twirling the knife around on the table. “My name is Orobas, and my mighty Father is the king of hell.”

Natalie’s head snapped up. “What the hell?”

Orobas ignored her. “My Father gave me watch over 20 legions of spirits. He also gave me power of all knowledge of past, present, and future. I’m really a nice guy, little one.” Natalie rolled her eyes in disgust. “You see, I grant people...wishes...let’s call them, and I can make their wildest dreams come true by giving them wealth and power.”

“Let’s get to the punchline, Spooky.”

The knife launched through the air and stabbed into Natalie’s left shoulder, causing her to cry out in pain. “Do not interrupt me again, you insolent brat.” He hissed at her.  

“Now, where was I? Oh yes, so I’m going about my business one day, when I see this big oaf bumbling his way out of a bar, his name is Angakok. And I think to myself, this is the perfect idiot to inhabit. So I do exactly that.”

Natalie is grunting in pain, her breaths come in short spurts.

“The moment I take over his body, guess what I am overwhelmed with? The thoughts of a young girl with unimaginable powers. A girl that he had destroyed, dismantled her soul. You.”

Orobas hopped off the table gleefully, moving closer to Natalie. “You see, this man also had great abilities. Connection with the spirits. However, from the day he ruined you, he had angered the spirits so much that he lost that connection. They punished him for his crime against nature. Ever since that day, he has been stumbling lost in this world, in pain.”

With each word, he was stepping closer and closer to her. “So I guess it’s a good thing I find him, because here’s the thing, I really am a good guy, Natalie.” With that, he gripped the handle of the knife and twisted it maliciously. A gargled cry tumbled out of her mouth.

“What does that mean?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“Well I can help him, of course. And you’re going to help me.” He bent forward and whispered, “we’re going to get your powers back.”

“H-how?” Natalie mumbled, pain dripping off the word.

Orobas snickered, tickled at the doubt in her voice. “I’m me, duh. I know things.” He twisted the knife again. “Now, let’s get started.” And with that, his eyes flashed a dark black color, an evil chuckle echoed in the room.

----

Stiles slammed his hands down on the metal table, “Where the hell is she?” He screamed out. Everyone in the room recoiled at his volume. His whole body was shaking with terror mixed with fury.

“Man, just take a breath. We’ll find her. But you were in an accident and you need to take care of yourself.” With a scoff, Stiles shrugged Scott’s hand off his shoulder. The tension in the room was ticking like a tomb bomb.

Dean was sitting in a waiting room chair, his head in his hands. He hadn’t said a single word the entire time they had talked to the cops and paramedics, and every since they had gotten to Deaton’s office, he had perched in the chair, lost in his own thoughts.

“I don’t really give a shit about myself, Scott. And clearly I’m the only one who cares about Natalie, so I’m gonna make damn sure that I find her.” His gaze darted back to Dean.

Scott angled his body to the side and murmured to Stiles, “He’s just in shock, dude. I can smell the grief on him, I just don’t think he knows what to do about this.”

“I don’t really care what he thinks, Scott! He’s the one who caused all of this, and I should have known better than letting him back into her life!”  

At those words, Dean jumped up and took a menacing step forward, his green eyes filled with pure hatred. His fists clenched tight at his sides and his knuckles turned pure white at the strain. The words dripped out of his mouth with malice. “How dare you, you weak, pathetic, bastard. I should beat the shit outta you.”

“Come over here then, you big dumb gorilla. All I’m hearing is a lot of talk, which is apparently all you can do.” Stiles shouted over Scott’s shoulder as Scott held him back.

Deaton stepped into the room swiftly and smoothly, putting a hand on Dean’s chest. “You both need to calm down. This isn’t going to help Natalie, and she’s going to need both of you. Both of you are going to struggle with this, but we need to move past our own petty problems.”

Both the men looked at each other, the anger was so intense that it almost seemed as if steam was billowing out of them. Scott place his hand on Stiles’ shoulder with compassion, trying to level his emotions. He led him to a chair and sat him down, his hand acting as an anchor for the man.

A sob slipped into the air and tears started to spill out of his chocolate eyes. “I just don’t know what I’ll do if something happens to her. She’s... she’s... I love her, Scott.” Scott sat down next to Stiles, not knowing how to make his best friend feel better.

They all sat in silence for a minute, trying to gain some stability. The hush was like a heavy blanket laying over them all, lulling them into sadness and anxiety. For a moment, they allowed themselves to feel hopeless, but only for a moment.

Panicked footsteps running towards the door pricked at Scott’s sensitive ears and he jumped to his feet protectively. Sam burst through the door, looking around frantically for Dean. The moment his wild eyes landed on Dean, he was standing in front of him and pulling him into a hug.

“We’ll find her, Dean, don’t worry.” Sam said immediately.

Dean broke down at those words, the tears trickled down his cheeks and splattered on Sam’s white t-shirt like paint. “I don’t know what happened, Sammie. She was there one moment and then... I couldn’t even stop it.”

Sam squeezed Dean, gripping his ripped black shirt in his hands, mumbling to him that it would be okay.

Stiles heart panged with despair. He had forgotten that he wasn’t the only person to lose Natalie. It dawned on him that he had been incredibly selfish during the situation. He cleared his throat, brushed the tears off his cheeks, and stood up swiftly. He turned to Sam and Dean with an urgency.

“It’ll be alright... Scott and I, we’ve seen worse, and we’ve lost people before. But we always get them back and we always make it through the bad times. We’ll find her and we’ll get her to safety.” Stiles’ voice trailed off like a dying battery.

Dean turned to look at Stiles for a moment, a moment that felt like a lifetime. Stiles’ hand absentmindedly reached up and scratched the back of his head, his mind reeling with the possibilities of what would happen next. His heart was beating like a clock, and with each tick, it felt like precious moments were being wasted away.

“You’re right, kid.” Dean stepped close and slapped a hand down on Stiles’ shoulder. Stiles flinched at the movement but then relaxed when he realized that he wasn’t going to get hit. “I’m sorry about what I said.”

They shared a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, I’m sorry too, Dean. I’m just...I want to find her.”

Jumping into action, Dean nodded tightly and said, “Okay, Sam, what do we know about this thing?”

Sam rushed forward, his hand brushing back the hair from his face. “Okay, the demon’s name is Orobas. I found a book that mentioned him. It said he grants people their wishes of power and money.” He paused. “The book also said that he has the ability to see the past, present, and future.”

“So what does he want with Natalie? What could she possibly do for him as a human?” Dean questioned.

A soft sigh came Sam, he leaned forward and placed the weight on his palms. “I’m not really sure, to be honest.”

Deaton shared a look with the rest of the group, “I don’t think he’s going to keep her human. I think he’s going to force her to use her powers. To alter the future to bend to his will.” Stiles leaned back against the wall, his head banging over and over. The words rattling around his mind but not sinking in.

“How is he going to do that? Ang blocked her powers, she...she can’t do any magic.” Dean’s brows furrowed, his tone filled with exasperation.

Sam’s eyes locked with Dean’s, “I’m not sure, Dean. But he’s pretty old, maybe he knows some way to get her powers back. I don’t really know,” He paused, “but I think I know where they are.”

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*slams hands on the table*

Adrienette My Date With The President’s Daughter AU

I only remember the movie in pieces but it was pretty solid, for a made-for-tv disney flick?

Adrien is the titular President’s daughter, of course, and Marinette is the teen who asks him out without realizing who he is. Only there’s no mention of the Pygmalion/Taming of the Shrew-esque wager about love lives, or whatever.

They go to the movies and ditch the Gorilla! Cue getting chased around Paris trying to evade the Secret Service and falling in love, you know the drill.

that’s about all i have bc the last half of the wikipedia article slides a bit off the rails.

EXCEPT

there was a great scene at the end of the movie where will friedle and the president’s daughter sit on the steps of the lincoln memorial as the sun rises and are both just kinda like, whelp this is it, isn’t it? We had a wild ride but we can’t outrun all the king’s horses and all the king’s men forever.

So that scene, but Adrienette and Paris.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Talk Is Cheap»Roman Reigns«

Plot: The Miz and Maryse brag about how they are the better ‘It couple’ then you and Roman, and decide to prove it the WWE universe.

Request: Can it be that the reader is Roman Reigns wife and they're tag team partners?- @mrsnegan25

Word Count: 932

WARNINGS: cheap shots, The Miz using Maryse as protection, fighting, fluff, hair pulling, violence?

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 You glared at The Miz and Maryse as they made their way out of the gorilla.

Rolling your eyes as they basically strutted down the ramp, thinking they owned the place.

“Don’t let them get to you, okay.” Roman spoke, his hand resting on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

“I’m not, I just really want to slap those smug looks off their faces.” You grumbled, glaring at The Miz and Maryse as they walked around the ring, until they were in front of the commentary table, they got up on the apron. The Miz sat down on the second rope weighing it down so Maryse could enter the ring, The Miz got up entering the ring himself.

“If looks could kill, Maryse and The Miz would be dead.” Corey spoke.as you and Roman glared at The Miz and Maryse.

It only feed more fuel to the fire, as they smirked at you and Roman. You quickly made a beeline towards them, only for Roman to wrap his hand around your forearm, pulling you towards him.

Lowering his mouth to your ear.

“Relax, baby girl.” Roman cooed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles.

“Looks like y/n couldn’t wait any longer.” Bryon spoke.

The ref went to check on The Miz and Maryse, asking if they were ready, both of them nodded. The Miz saying something you couldn’t quite hear.

The ref walked over to you and Roman, asking if you’s two were ready.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You muttered, glaring at them.

The ref signaled to the timekeeper to ring the bell.

Roman and The Miz stayed in the ring, while you and Maryse made your way to the corner of the apron, both of you’s taking the piece of white string in your hands.

Squaring each other off. Miz stepped forward then stepped back, letting out a small laugh, he leaned against the turnbuckles, smirking at Roman.

Roman charged at The Miz, The Miz moved out smiling wickedly, as Roman went face first into the turnbuckles.

“Right into the turnbuckles.” Corey spoke.

The Miz walked towards you, letting out a laugh, as you glared at him.

“Your husband’s got nothing on me.” Miz taunted, looking back at Roman, then turning to look at you.

“I’m sure The Miz is enjoying this.” Booker T spoke. Some of the crowd cheered while the rest booed.

“Shut up.” you yelled, punching him in the nose. Miz stumbled backward, holding his nose, the look of pure shock on his face. Maryse went crazy, trying to get in the ring, only for the referee to tell her to stay on the apron.

Booker T snickered.

“Watch out, Miz.” Corey spoke.

The Miz quickly put his hands in front of him. As you got into the ring. Maryse kept screaming at the ref to turn around.

“Please don’t.” he begged, unaware that Roman was charging at him until it was too late.

“Spear.” Both Corey, Booker T, and Bryon shouted.

You smirked at Roman, as he got up smiling at you.

“what is wrong with you?” Maryse shouted, finally making her way into the ring, she pushed you out of the way, making you slam against the turnbuckles.

Maryse started shouting at Roman, making him let out a sigh, her hand flew up, hitting him hard across the face.

“Oh, no, Maryse, step aside.” Corey shouted.

Maryse turned around, her eyes widening in fear, as you charged towards her, fury in your eyes. While Roman smirked.

She let out a squeal as you collided with her, sending her to the ground.

“And another spear.” Corey shouted.

You got up, standing above her.

“Maryse and The Miz, have no chance.” Booker T spoke.

“It’s still early, I'm sure they can get the upper hand.” Byron spoke.

“You bitch.” You shouted, picking her up by the hair.

“Watch the hair, y/n.” the ref spoke, making you roll your eyes.

Delivering a DDT to Maryse.

You smirked at her then turned your attention to roman, smiling at him with a wicked smile, looking at The Miz, as he pulled himself up on the ropes.

Roman winked at you.

 “What are they thinking?” Bryon spoke.

“I don’t know, but we are about to find out.” Corey spoke.

Roman putting The Miz on his shoulders, you do the same with Maryse, both of you’s fell backward at the same time.

“Double Samoan drop.” All three of them said at the same time. The crowd cheered louder.

“Let’s do it again.” You cheered, picking Maryse up again. Maryse struggled against you, failing to get free.

Roman let out a small laugh, biting his lip.

Roman picked up the Miz again.

The crowd went wild again.  

“Oh, no.” Corey spoke.

“Yes.” Booker T spoke.

“DO IT.” The crowded chanted. As you and Roman fell backward again.

Maryse and The Miz landed on the matt with a thud.

“And another Samoan drop.” Corey spoke.

Hooking there leg, and pinning them against the matt. The ref slide down on the matt, starting the count.

“ONE.” Everyone in the arena shouted.

“TWO.”

“THREE.”

“And the winner of the match, Roman Reigns and Y/n.” Jojo announced, as Romans theme song started to play.

Roman intertwined his fingers with yours, raising both yours and his hand up, as the crowd cheered. Pressing his mouth against your neck. He let go of your hand, wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips pressing against yours softly, making the crowd cheer, some of them saying aw.

 The Miz and Maryse, glared at you’s as they walked back up the ramp.

Roman pulling away from you, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” Roman spoke.

“I love you too.” you beamed, kissing him again. the both of yous pulling away, with content smiles on your faces...

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Adam| Gasoline ½ | Cole

Title; Gasoline Part 1/2

Pairing; Adam Cole/reader 

Words; ~3,200

Summary; You’d do just about anything to win. And you really did mean anything. Part ½

 A/N: Repost from the old blog. 

 And being accompanied by The Most Dangerous Woman in the World, (Y/N), the challengers from Detroit, Michigan, Alex Shelley and Chris Sabin, the Motor City Machine Guns! 

This was it. This was the big one. Everything we had been working for was tonight.

The shot at the Ring of Honor tag team titles, currently held by Bullet Club’s Young Bucks. 

Chris and Alex were overjoyed when they became the number one contenders. I had been a little bit more reserved. The Young Bucks meant Bullet Club members, at the very least Adam Cole, at ringside. 

I could game plan for the Young Bucks, but having the entire Club at ringside to hold on to their last gold? That proved more challenging. 

Getting Hangman Page out of the picture had been easy. Just had to say the right words to both the Hangman and Bobby Fish, two notorious hot heads, and they became embroiled in their own vicious feud. It didn’t 100% remove the Hangman from ringside, but if shit went pear shaped, I knew I could count on Bobby flying down the ramp to get involved. He’d even said as much when I had run into him at the airport as we were traveling to this show. 

The two Gorillas of Destiny were thankfully called to Japan by the head of the Japanese Bullet Club, Kenny Omega. Rumor had it that there were going to be shenanigans at one of the tournaments the Club was in. 

Cole was the wild card, the one I wasn’t entirely sure how to plan for. When the Machine Guns became the number one contenders, he was beside himself, trashing the Bullet Club locker room. Cole had already had a thundercloud following him after the loss of his title at Final Battle to Kyle O'Reilly. Now? He stalked around backstage like a lion with a sore paw and an even nastier disposition. The former champion had been prone to snapping at the stage hands in the back even on the best of his days, now he snarled and lashed out at everyone for the smallest of things. 

Adam Cole was not a man that appreciated or would respond well to being manipulated. He was like fire; all consuming, mercurial, and passionate to the point of obsession in his pursuits. He was ruthless, reckless, charming, and cocksure and damned if that alone wasn’t catnip to me. 

Even given his faults, I’d be remiss in saying he wasn’t beautiful. Tall and strong, long dark hair and too-blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a jaw line sharp enough to cut glass. Top it all off with the scruff along his jaw and a cocky smirk that made my stomach do backflips…

I shook my head, trying to get those kinds of thoughts out of my mind. The tense game of cat and mouse that had been played between myself and Adam Cole for weeks now. What had started as flirtatious smiles and winks had steadily progressed into sly games of grab ass. I wasn’t sure who was the cat and who was the mouse. I knew he was doing it to get under my skin and I was strong enough to admit it was kind of working. 

This is why I had brought a couple… equalizers to ringside. 

The roar of the crowd in Las Vegas made my blood sing and the brass knuckles in my jacket pockets clinked against me with every step that I took towards the ring, between Chris Sabin and Alex Shelley. The brass knuckles were only there if things went really bad, because I was counting on this ridiculously skimpy ring gear I had poured myself into to help serve as a distraction for Adam Cole. Chris had raised his brows and Alex had wolf whistled when I had met them at the gorilla because of the neckline I had cut myself into my Machine Guns shirt, the amount of midriff and tits showing, and the particularly risqué pair of hot pants. The only thing that provided even a hint of modesty was my trademark leather jacket. 

The crowd had noticed too. The pop we normally got was intermixed with wolf whistles and catcalls. Both Chris and Alex chuckled under their breath as I hammed it up, winking at members of crowd and adjusting my shirt suggestively.  

It was during this playful interaction with the crowd that Bullet Club’s music hit and the crowd lost it. 

Being accompanied by Adam Cole, representing Bullet Club, they are the ROH Tag Team Champions of the World, Nick and Matt Jackson, the Young Bucks! 

 And so it begins. I turned towards the ramp, just to be met by a heated stare from Adam Cole. He was trying hard, very hard to not give a visible reaction to my appearance, but he was betrayed by the rapid clenching of his jaw and the pupils of his too-blue eyes were blown out. I schooled my face into a taunting smirk but my knees were a little weak and my stomach was filled with butterflies of anticipation. 

As the three members of Bullet Club made their way to the ring, I climbed onto the apron and motioned to both Alex and Chris that there needed to be a quick team meeting. 

“This is it guys. The match for the titles. I need you all to kick ass and not worry about Cole at ringside. I’ll handle him but I’m not gonna be able to do much else. Whatever happens, and I do mean whatever happens, unless I’m knocked out cold or being choked out with barbed wire, do not react to what’s going on at ringside." 

Both of the men from Detroit looked like they had swallowed a lemon. 

"Are you sure about this, (Y/N)? He’s a piece of shit and he won’t have any issues hurting you,” questioned Chris, his brows furrowed tight together. 

“Let me worry about Cole. I promise I have him handled, just take care of business. ” That half truth sounded convincing even to me. I was 75% sure I could handle this. 

Both of them still looked unconvinced but they begrudgingly nodded. 

“You be careful out there, (Y/N). If shit goes bad I want you to get out of here.” Alex said as he pulled me into a quick side hug. 

“Don’t worry about me. You got this. I’m gonna make this playing field as even as possible, by any means possible. ” With that, I hopped off the apron to the floor so the match could start. I looked towards the opposite corner of the ring, to be met with three pairs of eyes. The Young Bucks were staring at me with curiosity, like I was a puzzle to be figured out. Adam Cole’s face was practically thunderous and I wasn’t sure why. 

I didn’t get time to ponder as the bell rung. It was gonna be Alex starting off against Matt. They circled each other once and then locked up. It was a couple moments of grappling before Alex brought his knee into Matt’s abdomen and Irish whipped the Young Buck into the corner. I slammed my hands twice into the apron and crowed my approval. Across the ring, Adam scowled and I made sure to preen and blow him an exaggerated kiss. The crowd, having caught the exchange, cheered and his scowl deepened as he began to pace in the Bucks’ corner. 

This continued throughout the early moments of the match. Momentum shifted both to the Machine Guns and the Bucks, but never for very long. Adam and myself would trade flirtatious taunts whenever the momentum shifted but we stayed to our respective corners. The closest we had gotten to each other had been when Nick had landed a super kick on Chris; Adam had come to my side of the ring and had yelled at me to suck it while thrusting his hips at me. I didn’t even get a chance to respond in kind because Alex had charged in front of me after breaking up the count in the ring. Adam had backed off and moved to his corner of the ring, his hands up in mock surrender and an insufferable smirk on his face. Nigel himself was standing at the announce table in indignation. I couldn’t hear what the British man was saying over the raucous chants of “Super kick!”

It was too good to last. 

The Machine Guns had finally had the momentum swing their way for more than a couple sequences. Alex and Chris had dived through the ropes from the ring onto the Bucks and Adam Cole, who were attempting to regroup at ringside. The men from Detroit pushed their opponents back into the ring and Adam decided now was the time to make a move. He’d jumped up on the ring apron and began screaming absolute filth at the referee. The ref was too distracted to see Alex pinning Nick and I took off towards Adam Cole. He must not have seen me, as I was able to get behind him, grab both ankles, and with using most of my strength, I jerked Adam from the apron to the floor. He hit his head on the apron with a crack and I froze a couple feet away from him. It wasn’t until he swung his head towards me with a glare that I shot back to my corner, with Adam hot on my heels. I had almost made it to the announce table, where I was hoping to hide behind Nigel, the Matchmaker, whom I knew was a little sweet on me. 

Emphasis on the almost. I was maybe fifty feet away when I felt two arms wrap around my waist in a steel like grip and I was wrenched around. Chris Sabin saw as well and he made his way towards us from the other end of the ring, but he stopped and returned to the match at the subtle shake of my head. 

Every nerve ending in my body felt like a live wire. Adam was practically wrapped around me like a turtle shell and I’ll be damned if the feel and heat of his body against mine didn’t make me wet. He picked me up and practically frog marched me away from the relative safety of the announce table to a neutral corner. 

“I didn’t wanna do this sweetness. Especially with you looking like a fuckin’ wet dream,” he murmured into my ear, the iron like grip loosening around my waist as he set me down. It was enough for me to break the hold the former champion had on me and stumble backwards, to get a couple feet of distance between the two of us. I had the shake the fog from my brain that his touch caused. I needed to be aware of my surroundings both for my sanity and safety, given that both teams in the ring were prone to flying over the ropes. 

“You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to, handsome. This is all in good fun.” I flicked my hair back with a wink, “fixing” my cropped shirt by pulling it down a little farther to expose more cleavage. Adam’s stare was hot as his eyes dragged from my face, to lingering on my chest, down my bare legs, and back up again. 

“You just gotta name the time and place for us to have some fun bay bay. You and I could be real good together. You didn’t need to ruin it by pulling me off the apron,” His smirk was predatory as he began to take slow steps towards me. A rapid glance into the ring revealed that my Machine Guns had the upper hand yet again versus the Bucks. 

Just a little bit longer. 

I stood my ground and maintained eye contact, mainly because I wasn’t sure if my legs would cooperate given how they felt like jello. “I can’t let you interfere in this match Adam. Though I am very, very sorry that that face of yours hit the apron. I’d hate for something to happen to it. ” Was that really my voice sounding so husky? A glance at Adam though left me reassured that he was just as effected by our little game as me. The pupils of his too-blue eyed were almost completely blown out, leaving just a sliver of blue, and the bulge in his wrestling trunks seemed to be more pronounced than usual. 

“I’m sure we can find a way for you to make it up to me, sweetness. I’ll only make you beg for my forgiveness a little.” He was now so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his body and his hands skimming the sides of my hips. My skin broke out in goose flesh at the touch of his fingers and I began to panic through the pink haze that was taking over my brain. 

His hands were dangerously close to feeling the brass knuckles stashed in the pockets of my leather jacket. I had to do something extreme to distract him. 

“Do you promise?” I asked coyly, inching a little closer to him and making sure to tilt my head up to look at the former champion. The licking and biting of my lower lip was unintentional, but the glancing at Adam’s lips was intentional and exaggerated. Victory flashed in his eyes, accompanied by promises for much more pleasurable activities. “Oh sweetness, I would never joke about something like this.” He said as his left hand started to travel upwards, inside my jacket and up my rib cage. 

Fuck it. I had to break out the big guns. I leaned in just a touch closer and let my right had begun to wander up Adam’s right arm in itsy bitsy spider motions, then across his shoulder towards his neck. Wherever my fingers went, the corresponding muscles in that area contracted and my mouth went a little dry just watched those muscles tense. I was always an arm girl. It was now or never though. 

Mustering up all my courage, I grabbed Adam Cole by the base of the neck and pulled him towards me. Then it was just a little flex onto my toes and our mouths met. I only heard the roar of the crowd for but a moment before it was drowned out by the roaring of blood in my ears. The warring sensations of both the scratch of his facial hair and the softness of his mouth felt like a sensory overload. Just the touch of our mouths together felt like a lightening bolt straight to every erogenous zone and suddenly every article of clothing I was wearing felt entirely too constricting. 

A microsecond later, Adam’s arms dropped low, to the swell of my ass, tugging me a little bit closer to deepen the kiss. I wound my left arm over his shoulders to tangle in his hair. The kiss didn’t stay chaste for more than a couple moments. 

Say what you will about Adam as a person, but fuck, the man could kiss. Just enough tongue to make me tremble and teeth to make me whimper. The first time he caught a whimper over the din of the crowd, I could practically feel his self-congratulating smirk and the proverbial puffing of his chest. Feeling a little spiteful, I grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged. The ensuing moan I got from his lips was absolute filth and Adam pressed even closer to me. It took almost everything in me to not drag him to the back when I felt the growing hardness in his trunks. I had to shake the heated fog from my brain, I had to make sure that the Machine Guns won this. 

I cracked an eye open, mouth still feverishly attached to Adam’s, and surveyed the ring as discreetly as possible. Alex and Chris has taken my advice and ignored what was happening at ringside; Nick Jackson appeared to be knocked out cold and Alex and Chris were setting up Matt for the Made in Detroit - a vicious sit out powerbomb facelock combination from the top rope. I glanced back at Adam, eyes screwed shut, and knew I had to make my move and soon. 

I gave him one last nibble of his lower lip and a brush of my tongue against his in apology for what was to come, before I pulled back just enough so there was a fraction of space between us. I thought I even heard Adam whine at the back of his throat as I pulled away. 

“Sorry ‘bout this handsome.”

He didn’t have time to react before I brought my knee up hard into his groin. The air in his lungs rushed out of his body and the mostly male crowd “oooh’d” in sympathy. Adam was doubled over in pain, his hands moving to guard his groin. My hands shot to my pockets to try to get the knuckles on. Based off of the fading pain and growing rage on Adam’s contorted face, I only had a couple of seconds before he recovered enough to retaliate. 

I fumbled too long for my comfort with the knuckles, pulling the right one out of my pocket and finally sliding it onto my hand. 

“Again, I’m real sorry handsome, I didn’t want it to be like this.”

“Not as sorry as you’re gonna be sweet-”

He couldn’t get the endearment off of his tongue before I hit him with a brassknuckled right hook. Cole’s body went limp as the referee got to 3 in his count. The crowd went wild. 

The Motor City Machine Guns did it. They were tag team champions.

I wish I could say that I was happy on that moment, but it felt like my body temperature had dropped below freezing and every endorphin has just rushed out of my body all at once. It took everything in me to slide into the ring to celebrate with Alex and Chris, my body shaking as I pulled myself up to my feet. I like to think that even in the glory of the win, both Alex and Chris could sense something was wrong, as I was rapidly pulled into a sweaty group hug. 

“We’re gonna talk about it later, (y/n).” Chris murmured as he pressed his lips into my hairline. 

“Guys I don’t want to rain on your parade, but I need to get out of here. ” I whispered shakily, my right hook was good even without brass knuckles, but Adam was tough son of a bitch and he would be up any minute now. Alex’s arms squeezed around my shoulders comfortingly. “Let’s get out of here doll." 

With Shelley’s arm over my shoulder and Sabin’s arm around my waist, we made our way out of the ring. I felt like I was in a fog and I didn’t even see who held the second rope for me to hop out to the floor. Our entire way from the ring, the Machine Guns flanked me on either side, an arm from each supporting my shaky legs and I up the ram. 

"This isn’t over, (y/n)! Not by a fucking long shot!" 

The bellowing from the ring was enough to make the three of us turn. Adam was in the ring, flanked by the battered Young Bucks, his jaw already turning colors. Even from the top of the ramp, I could see the nuclear heat in his eyes practically searing into me as he was leaning against the ringpost and turnbuckle. Alex began to tug me towards the curtain, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away, even if my feet were begrudgingly cooperating. Adam’s final words were echoing into my ears as we moved behind the curtain. 

"You can’t run from me, (y/n)!" 

[meenasmoon]

How about the Moon Crew pulling a prank on Johnny and Meena while they're sleeping (cuddling) and they barge in wearing alien masks and start screaming 'Alien attack!' and stuff like 'Take me to your leader' and stuff like that? (Watch 'Roommate Alien Prank Goes Bad' on YouTube for a basic idea)

Take Me To Your Leader

Ok I gotta admit this one was hard but I decided that the theater family is a ‘go big or go home’ pranking group. I know that I would be terrified if somebody pranked me like this so  hope you like this version! Let’s see if anyone can figure out who is who with the codenames.

-The targets are in the living room-

-I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to say over. Over-

-No. that’s dumb-

-We have to do this right. That’s why we have code names. Now say over. Over-

-What codenames??-

-Our codenames! We talked about this at the meeting. Over.-

-Remind me what the codenames are.-

-Not until you say over. Over.-

-Fine. Over.-

-Haha yes! Now we’re in business. Your codename is Prickly Princess. Over.-

-…and yours is?-

-…-

-And yours is? Over.-

-I am Moonwalk and I’m with Speedo, Dancing Queen, and Sassy Sequin. Over.-

-Which one is Gunther and which one is Rosita? Over.-

-It’s a surprise.-

-You didn’t say over.-

-…-

-Let’s just do this.-

Ash shoved her walkie talkie into her pocket and rolled her eyes as she casually strolled into the living room where Meena and Johnny were cuddled up on the couch watching ‘Alien’. Meena was half covered with a blanket and her ears were pulled in close to her head. Suddenly an alien dropped down from the ceiling and began devouring the poor ferret onscreen which caused Meena to jump and let out a terrified squeak. Johnny just wrapped his arm tighter around her and kissed the top of her trembling head. Ash almost felt bed tricking her friends like this but when she found the alien costumes at the store it had been just too good to pass up. She had gotten together the rest of the theatre family and come up with an absolutely fantastic plan, which she was about to set in motion.

“Hey guys I’m heading gonna go to bed. Can you turn it down a little bit?” She called into the living room, receiving a distracted “yeah sure.” from Johnny who grabbed the remote and turned the volume down a little bit. Ash rolled her eyes but she couldn’t stop the mischievous grin from spreading across her face as she dashed back into her room.

Once there she slid open her window and four figures slipped in through the window. Ash quickly shushed them when Rosita and Gunther began to giggle quietly in excitement. Ash nodded to Eddie who pulled out his recorder and slid it out into the hallway where it was concealed by a pile of clothes. He had obtained a perfect recording of the noises made by the aliens in the movie that Meena and Johnny were watching. He then hooked it up to the speaker system that Ash had installed throughout the house a couple days ago. Once he was sure that it was placed he signaled Ash to start the next phase of the plan.

On cue Rosita dashed silently into the kitchen and spread her homemade Halloween slime all over the appliances and the floor. Soon the room was covered in slime and she was able to place bags on the ceiling that would slowly ooze down. She trailed the ooze into Ash’s bedroom, where the cameras had been set up. Then, using another concoction she spread fake blood all over the room and Ash, who was laying on the floor of her bedroom in ripped clothes. She winked at Rosita as she was covered in fake blood and then signaled Buster for the final part of their set up.

The nimble little koala snuck around the house, unscrewing light bulbs just enough so that they would turn on for a minute before going out. He then closed the curtains in the living room, disguising the noise with that of the movie. Neither of the targets even noticed. Then he climbed back outside onto the fire escape where he had set up a few stage lights to flash periodically. When he was sure that the finishing touches were perfect everyone except for Ash donned their Alien costumes and took up their positions.

First Gunther took up position outside the front door and began loudly scratching at the door. Meena and Johnny went stiff on the couch and Johnny quickly paused the movie so that they could better hear what was going on. The eerie scratching sound echoed throughout the room and when Gunther threw his weight against the door they jumped in fear. Eddie began to play the alien sounds from the speakers near the door and Meena’s grip on Johnny’s hand turned into a death grip. The gorilla slowly got up and cautiously moved towards the door his heart pounding in his ears and his trepidation plain on his handsome face. Meena reluctantly trailed behind him, looking around frantically as if expecting anything to jump out at any second.

Johnny cracked open the door and Gunther, still dressed in his alien costume threw himself against it as if he was trying to get in. Johnny quickly threw his entire weight against the door so that it slammed closed. With shaking fingers he latched all of the lock and then pulled Meena away from the door towards the kitchen. He went in first though they seemed to be moving as one with how Meena was pressed against his back like she had been glued there.

Johnny reached for the light switch and almost breathed a sigh of relief when the light flickered on. His relief only lasted a mere second before the light went out entirely and they were left in a dark kitchen with only the eerie blue light of the TV screen to see. He grabbed the handle of the fridge, intending to open it and shed some more light on the situation, but his fingers only came into contact with a thick layer of gooey ooze.

Meena jumped back in surprise when Johnny did and the bag of ooze above her covered her shoulder and head in a continuous stream of gross ooze. Meena screamed in fear and dove for Johnny, latching onto him as he tried to comfort her and himself at the same time. He ushered Meena out of the kitchen, nearly slipping on a pile of ooze that seemed to follow a trail into the dark hallway. Cautiously Johnny peered into the dark depths, suddenly cursing his inability to see in the dark. Meena’s eyesight was even worse than his so she just whimpered and held onto him, her entire form shaking in fear.

Johnny glanced back at the front door where the beast that he had briefly saw was still clawing and banging on the door and then he looked to the windows in the living room. The curtains were drawn so he couldn’t see much, but before he could even take a step towards them a loud whirring sound like a spaceship echoed from the living room and flashing lights lit up the room. He gasped and pulled back from the room, slowly backing into the hallway which suddenly felt safer than the exposed, open room that was the living room.

His hand brushed the doorknob of Ash’s room and it suddenly occurred to him that Ash was still in the apartment. He wrenched the door open, intending to hide in the room and warn Ash about the strange stuff that was happening throughout the rest of the apartment. Meena let out a blood-curdling scream when they saw Ash spread out on her bed, covered in blood while a familiar black shape crouched over her.

The shape looked towards them and Johnny’s veins tuned to ice when he saw the form of the aliens from the movie that they had just been watching. It never occurred to him that the movie was fiction and these creatures didn’t exist. His mind just went into a frenzy and he gaped at the creature. The familiar eerie noise that the aliens made echoed through the room as the alien opened its mouth to reveal another tiny mouth. 

The door slammed open and two other aliens crept into the room like wild beasts. A fourth one slipped in through the window, the flashing lights giving its form an eerie backdrop. Johnny yelled in fear and shoved Meena into Ash’s closet before diving in after her and slamming the door shut. The young couple huddle in a corner far away from the door, holding each other so tight that the grip was bruising. Meena was sobbing into Johnny’s chest as the aliens slowly opened the door, revealing four gaping maws.

“M-Meena if this is the e-end I just want ya ter kna that I l-love ya. I 'ave loved ya since the first t-time ya smiled at me.” Johnny stuttered out, trying to ignore the advancing aliens as he gazed at Meena. Meena, despite the tears streaming down her face and the fear pounding in her veins, smiled up at him.

“I love you too Johnny.” She whimpered and then the aliens lunged and they both screamed, holding each other tight as they waited for the final blow.

But nothing happened. 

Instead the closet was filled with laughter as the aliens fell back and rolled on the floor in glee. Then a familiar voice called from the bed where Ash was supposed to be lying dead.

“Gotcha!!” Johnny and Meena just looked at the laughing aliens and their grinning roommate in dumbfounded confusion. Suddenly the aliens removed their heads to reveal their friends, sill laughing loudly and struggling to stand up. Johnny was the first to absorb the reality of the situation and he slowly advanced on a chuckling Ash, murder and lingering fear in his brown eyes.

“I’m gonna kill ya!” He roared and proceeded to chase Ash around the room and out into the living room. Meena stared at the 'aliens’ with wide eyes and as Rosita got a hold of herself she went over to the girl’s side and wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder.

“It’s alright sweetie. It was just a prank.” She grinned at Meena until an uncertain smile spread across her face and the tears that had been flowing down her face disappeared. She got up, her body still shaking with left over adrenaline and fear. The odd group started moving towards the kitchen where they heard yelling and various crashes.

When they came into the room they found Johnny brandishing a ladle and covered in slime circling the table while Ash, who was now covered in slime and fake blood held a pot like a shield. Meena immediately broke out into loud laughter and Johnny stopped threatening Ash to stare at his girlfriend in relief as her anxiety disappeared and she absorbed the fun of the moment. Johnny lowered his weapon and hurried over to her side to sweep her into a hug. They stayed in each other’s embrace for a few moments until Eddie decided to speak up.

“So does this mean we aren’t in any trouble?” Johnny smirked and pulled back from Meena, who just grinned back, a rare evil glint in her baby blues.

“Who said you were off the hook?”

[tuesdaynightarrow-blog]

Peyton is on her way to the ring and just before she’s able to make it out to the ramp, she’s attacked by her opponent, Erica. She shouts and attacks her opponent ruthlessly. All of the taller woman’s harsh words have clearly gotten to the shorter woman and this is the end result. The Baddest Chick in the Ring slams the Venus Flytrap face first into a stack of crates and then a table, dragging the Venus Flytrap along towards the gorilla position. The Iconic One tries her best to fight back, but it’s dark and the Bullet Club member is on her like a wild animal with several hard chops and blows, tugging on her hair to pull her with her towards the ring.

The crowd is shouting back and forth through all of the confusion and several refs come to pull two women apart, but they spill up into the ring. Before long, though, Peyton is in the corner and huffing, but she’s smirking and wiping at her face. “Nice try, bitch.” She’s very surprised by her opponent’s actions, but it’s nothing to her. The shorter woman glares at the taller woman, pulling her hair back into a high ponytail as the refs stand between the two of them. They double check to make sure both of them are settled down before the match is underway.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Erica moves around swiftly to get an advantage on Peyton early on in this match, starting off with a waist lock. She doesn’t even seem phased by it, using her height advantage and wrapping an arm around her opponent’s neck and shoulders and running back into the ropes then forward into a running bulldog, but it’s blocked by her opponent as she shoves her forward and then runs forward, jumping onto the second rope and grabbing hold of her head sending her back into a neck breaker.

Peyton rolls quickly to her feet, turning to face Erica now, glaring at her. “You’re gonna have to try harder than that, sweetheart!” She smirked as she said the pet name, taunting and charging at her opponent and the both of them locking up in the middle of the ring. The shorter woman holds her ground pretty well, but the taller woman shifts her position and forms a headlock onto the shorter woman and squeezes to keep it firmly in place. The Baddest Chick in the Ring drops down onto one knee now, struggling to get the Venus Flytrap’s grip loose enough for her to escape, but the Venus Flytrap only tightens it even more, growling for the Baddest Chick in the Ring to just give up. “Never!” The Bullet Club member shouts through gritted teeth, swinging back and forth now, hands in the air to encourage the crowd to help her until she’s back on her feet.

Peyton lets her go now, lifting Erica and slamming her down onto the mat hard before going back on the ropes and positioning for an elbow drop, but there’s nobody home as Erica has rolled away onto the top rope and comes flying at Peyton with a missile drop kick. She quickly sets her opponent up for the pin, but her opponent kicks out before the ref can even begin his count.

Erica yells out in frustration, telling Peyton that this is her time and takes hold of both her legs, attempting to put the Sharpshooter submission move on Peyton. She gets about halfway before her opponent kicks her off, sending her opponent back into the ropes. The taller woman is sluggish to her feet, but she catches the shorter woman just as she’s coming back towards her and sets up for the Leg Sweep DDT, the shorter woman’s body bouncing some onto the mat. The Venus Flytrap goes for the pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Peyton turns wide eyed to the ref to double check that she’s not won and she blames the man for not counting faster, but as she does so, a swift and very hard kick lands with the side of Peyton’s head. She goes down, being flipped over for a pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Another failed pin attempt and the two are on their feet after a few struggling moments. Peyton is on the attack now, shoving Erica back into a corner and lifting her up onto the top ropes. She follows with her opponent, staying on the second one as she sets up for another move, but before she can do so, her opponent jumps into a reverse hurricanrana. The crowd is on their feet now as the shorter woman goes for yet another pin.

One…Two…Th-Kickout!

Erica yells, “STAY DOWN!” But it’s no use, Peyton is already rolling back up to her feet with the help of the ropes. She’s breathing hard, though, both competitors already spent from tonight’s events. “Let’s end this.” The taller woman is seen mouthing to the shorter woman before the two charge at each other, running the ropes as one ducks to miss a clothesline.  The Baddest Chick in the Ring ducks again, missing the Venus Flytrap’s extended arm and comes flying at her full force on the third bend, but the Venus Flytap is ready for her, having stopped midway and waiting for the Baddest Chick in the Ring to turn, her foot lifted for a BIG BOOT. The Bullet Club member goes down to the mat on impact, not moving at all. The Iconic One kneels by her side now, leaning over her with a serious look in her eye as she stares at the ref who begins the three count.

One…Two…Three!

“Bring me someone more worthy…” Her lips are easy to read as the ref raises her hand once more.

[atomwaveheadcanons]

Maybe you could write something about Mick accidentally burning Ray and not being happy about it at all, which then confuses him?

((YES WHY NOT START WITH RAY BEING HURTTHAT’S FINE O_O ) 

Read on AO3 TemptationsMick doesn’t want to. It’s not even like it was before, with Mick being way toofascinated with the flame, not being able to pull his eyes away from it, andjust quietly watching it burn. This moment is completely different. Mick’s focused – or as focused as he canbe with these things crawling all around. They need to get out fastand right now. There is not possible way the four of them can take on the whole pack ofMorlocks.

“Back to the jump ship!” Mick yells whenhe sees Amaya press her hand against her necklace – the bluish shape of agorilla appearing over her and Mick frowns, before he presses the side of hisgun against her chest.

She blinks and turns her head to glanceat Mick a little, obviously listening.

“Unless you have an animal that canshoot light out of its ass, we need to get back.” He growls. Amaya nods – shedoesn’t ask, doesn’t question his decision, just accepts it, plain and simplebefore one of her hands curls around Jax’s arm, the other around Haircut’s andshe’s dragging them off.

The Morlocks are closing in on them,crawling on all four and showing their teeth while the slow rumble starts intheir chests at the same time.  Mick’s eyes widen and –

“But maybe we can talk to them?”

There’s a loud screech, the Morlocksjump as one. Mick doesn’t even have time to swear as he raises his gun, theheat scorching the closest Morlock.

“Go!” He yells over the blazing fire ashe backs off slowly. There is no point to fight, they won’t be able to standtheir ground against this many of them, especially since Jax and Haircut are‘merge-less and suit-less.

The three start running back to theship, something Mick’s thankful for. He sets another small group of Morlock’son fire, if they manage to get it like this then perhaps they can make it. Theship isn’t too far away.

“Ray!” Jax yells. Mick turns around just in time tosee Haircut on the ground, one Morlock clutching his leg in a sticky grasp, while another two are already climbing overhim. Haircut’s fighting, but the red eyes are focused on him already, alreadymarking him as pray as more and more come.

“Fuck.” Mick actually swears this time,before he turns the heatgun to the group and fires. The Morlocks howl and Mickcan smell burnt flesh. Screams and yells fill the air, andMick does his best not to try to pick on his voice. Mick’s heart’s beating loudly inhis chest as he comes closer, flashing the gun in the direction of anothergroup trying to ambush them.

“Get him out of there.”  Hegrowls. He has just enough of these things. Amaya moves before Jax does,pushing the burnt bodies away.

Soon Mick hears the quiet, pained moanas well as the loud gasp that follows.  

“He- he is-“

“This isn’t the time, Jax!” Amaya yells,before Mick can hear the two of them running towards the ship and he himselfretreats as well. The door shut close and Mick does his best not to glance atthe wheezing figure on the ground as he makes his way to the controls, readingthem for the jump.

Mick knows what his gun can do on whatsetting. He knows how badly something is just by the smell of it.

He doesn’t need to see to know just how badly Raymond’s burnt.  

The flight back to Waverider feels likeforever. Every grunt coming from Ray settles down in Mick’s stomach heavily andhis fingers are almost painfully curled around the controls by the time thedoor open.

He gets up, picks up Haircut’s burnt body (the smellso, so wrong) and doesn’t look back as he carries the man right intothe med bay. Gideon can heal him. He knows she can, because there’s little thatGideon can’t do. She could make a new bone, whole new hand. These burns shouldbe easier. These wounds should be nothing compared to that.

Fear’s still gripping at Mick’s chestthough, still makes his throat dry and burning. It doesn’t even get better whenRay is hooked onto the machine, Gideon closing the cooling pod around him. Itdoesn’t get better when the wheezing stops and the pained expression leaveswhat’s visible from Ray’s face, leaving just calm behind.

It doesn’t. Get. Better.

“Dr. Palmer is going to be alright infew hours.” Gideon chimes from above him, clearly better at reading human emotionsthan Mick gave her credit for. Chrono’s ship wasn’t that smart. Or maybe hejust didn’t have enough showing on his face back then.

“What happened out there?” Sara asks.Mick didn’t even notice her – or the rest of the team – follow him. He shouldn’tbe surprised though. Haircut looks terrifying.

“I’ll tell you what happened.” Jax huffs before Mickcan open his mouth, his arms crossed over his chest and glaring. “Some thingsjumped at us, and the hothead here didn’t think of anything better than wavinghis gun around. And now Ray’s like this!”Mick knows the man’s worried. But it’s still pissing him off.

“Those were the Morlocks.”

Nate blinks, looking between the threeof them.

“The… H. G. Wells Morlocks?” He frowns, clearlyconfused and Mick glares. He knows the name – knows it’s supposed to be somehot shot writer. Haircut mentioned that several times after the Wild Westthing, but Mick didn’t care. He’s not the type to read books. Heywood knows that, and yet he still has to ask likean idiot.

Haircut wouldn’t.

“Does he have Morlocks that are skilledhunters, eating anything in their paths – human, aliens, time that’s so damagedthat it’s shredding at the edges of the universe and making way for much worsebeasts?”

“That bit about time sounds likeLangolier, which is Stephen Kin-“ Mick’s eyes narrow and the guy winces.“iing’s, but that’s not really a point here is it.” Heywood shakes his head,wincing.

“But burning Ray wasn’t necessary! Wecould’ve dragged them off him! We had Amaya and her gorilla self!” Jax huffsand Mick has enough.

“Those react to two things. Light andfire. You have none of those you’re lucky if you all you lose is non-vitalorgans. Haircut’s lucky!” He yells. The whole ship falls silent. At least theyare listening now.  

But Jax’s partly right. Haircut wouldn’t need to gethurt if they were better prepared. Mick doesn’t get it. The Morlocks’ leave avery specific trail when they enter a time stream. A certain vibration in time, almost like a speedster wouldif he ran through the speed barrier. Gideon would’ve picked on it and – heblinks, before he looks up at Stein. Stein, who was standing quietly off to theside until now. Stein who jumps the moment Mick looks at him.

He’s on the other side of the room in asecond, hands curled into Stein’s stupid jacket and pushing the man against thewall.

“You knew.” He hissed, glaring into Stein’s wide eyes.Jax’s on his side, his hand clutching at Mick’s arm, and he can feel Sara onhis other side, but he doesn’t care. “You knew there was something wrong. Sara said you were the onewho came up with the time abomination, not the Pretty Boy.” he’s growing, histeeth showing with every word. The rage Mick feels is so strong, so blinding…he didn’t feel it for a life time.

“I – I, I didn’t know.” Stein stammersout, then winces when Mick slams him into the wall again. “I knew there wassomething weird, but I thought it was Eobard!”

Sara turns next to him to glance atStein.

“And then it would be okay to send just four of them?! Jaxwithout you and Ray without his suit? You didn’t say a word when you thought they areleaving like that!”

“Jefferson and I aren’t always on thesame missions!” Stein quickly says and Sara glares. “And! I thought someoneshould be here guarding the ship. What if there’s something more that thelunatic wants?”

Mick wants to punch him. But Sarasqueezes his arm in warning, before shaking her head.

“Mick, let him go. Martin is an idiot,but there’s no point in beating him to a bloody pulp.”

“It would be satisfying.” Mick hisses,leaning closer to flinching Stein, before pushing away.

“You should’ve said something, man.” Jax sighs next to him.Stein shrugs.

“What would it help? We wouldn’t know itwas those… those… things.”

“Mr. Rory would’ve figured it out.”Gideon chimes from about them, voice as cheerful as ever. “He as Chronos – themost successful Hunter of the Time Masters for decades. He has more knowledgeabout the creatures in travelling the time stream than any other living person.Actually he faced off the Morlocks before. Rather successfully, I might add.”

Mick can feel the looks of the teamturning his way, but he couldn’t care less. He’s focused on the body in thepod, the chest slowly rising and falling. Amaya steps to him this time, herhand curling on Mick’s arm – not like the other two. Not restraining andsuffocating, but supportive, warm and gentle.

“Ray’s strong. He’s going to bealright.” Her voice carries the same warmth and Mick wants to scoff at her.Amaya might be with them on the ship for some time, but she still doesn’tunderstand how Gideon, how the future works.

Of course Haircut’s going to be alright. Thanks toHunter’s paranoia Gideon could restore Raymond from almost a scratch, as longas they got him in here alive. His throat feels dry though, his lungs feel likethey are full of smoke (like that time), and he doesn’t explain. He doesn’tknow why he can’t explain, doesn’tknow why there’s this stupid unreasonable fear clutching at his chest.  

He swallows, his own hand curls atopAmaya’s and he nods.

It’s been days. The first night, Mickdrinks. The rest of the team avoid him, all but Amaya who brings more vodkafrom god knows where so Mick allows her to stay.

The next day Sara joins them, and thethree drink themselves under the table.

The day after that, Mick’s too busycleaning his heatgun and not flinching every time he remembers.

The one after that, Mick blameseverything again. Including himself.

The next one. Haircut opens his eyes.

Most of the team is out on the supplyrun. Sara taking more people than needed, just as a precaution. Mick knows Jax’ssomewhere on the ship, doesn’t care where though, probably tinkering aroundwith the time drive possibly, so it’s why Gideon calls out to Mick.

“Dr. Palmer should be waking up soon.” Her voicesounded in Mick’s room, “He shouldn’t be in shock anymore, but it would stillbe better if he woke up with someone familiar around.”

Mick doesn’t want to go. But before Gideon evenfinishes, he finds himself hurrying down the hall and he stands into the medbaydoor just as the pod opens. The small amount of fog cleans quickly and Mick’sleft staring at Raymond’s face.

There are no marks. There are no marks nowhere on hisbody as far as Mick can see, and he’s unbelievably thankful. Haircut’s body isn’tmade for scars. There still are some,marking the skin here and there, but they are nothing like the disfigured, ugly scars that Mick has.

Mick makes his way to the pod before the small moanleaves Haircut’s lips and his eyes flutter open slowly.

He blinks, once, twice, before his eyes stay open. He’slooking around the room slowly, before his eyes rest on Mick.

Mick’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not therelieved smile that he gets.

“Thank god. I thought I was dead.” Mick almostflinches at the words. So Haircut thought he was going to die burning to crispsand – “Thought they were going to eat me alive, those things.”

“Morlocks.” Mick says, still waiting for the anger,fear… something.

“Not the H. G. Wells version, then.” Ray says shakinghis head. His voice is light and easy if a bit raspy. It’s not angry at all,and that’s so, so wrong. Haircutprobably doesn’t even know he’s supposed to blame Mick.

“Good morning, Dr. Palmer.” Gideon calls, “do you byany chance remember what day it is?” She asks, and Ray frowns, confused.

“… ugh… Time’s relative on Waverider?” He asks,clearly having no idea. But neither of them did, not on this godforsaken ship. “Isthat a joke?”

“Possibly a mistake in my programming.” Gideon’s voiceis teasing now, Mick can almost imagine her laughing. “It’s good to have youback, Dr. Palmer.”

“Thank you, Gideon.” Ray says, a smile stretching thelips that were unmoving for what feels like ages. “And Mick.”

“What?”

“Thanks for saving me.”

What? It’s true that Mick saved the guy, but he had noway of knowing it. For all he knew, Mick just found the easiest way even thoughthey could pull him out of there. He should be thinking the same as the rest ofthe team did, so why should he say that?!

“I burnt you.” He growled and Ray nodded.

“Yes. But to save my life. Which you did.”

Mick frowns, his fingers curling into fists by hissides. Haircut doesn’t understand, he doesn’t. But the moment he will he-

“You wouldn’t do it unless there was any other choice.I believe that. And I trust you.”

There’s that stupid smile on his face again, thehopeful and content one, the one he had on his face the whole time he wastrying to hunt Mick down, to become his partner.The whole time he was trying to explain that Snart left some kind of last willfor them, asking them to work together, to be there for each other.

Mick shakes his head, curses, before he glances overat Raymond. He’s still lying in the pod, his body too tired to move, probablyand Mick sets his jaw before walking over.

Perhaps he finally has his answer to all the why’s. Tothe fear, to that heavy feeling settling down in his stomach he felt when hesaw Ray unconscious and hurt.

Mick’s sitting at the side of the pod, his handpressed against the pillow next to Ray’s head. Ray blinks, confused and heopens his mouth to ask, but before he can do that, Mick’s already leaning down,pressing his lips against Haircut’s.

Mick shouldn’t do this, he doesn’t deserve this, heknows, but Haircuts words are still ringing in his ears, as well as the memoryof the fear that Mick felt after seeing Haircut in this stupid pot is stillvery present in Mick’s chest, tightening it.

He kisses Haircut over again and again, slowly, gentlyas if afraid, he’s going to break, or fall back to the damaged state he was inbefore.

When Mick finally pulls back, Ray’s staring at him,his mouth hanging open in shock and his eyes wide, flying over Mick’s facetrying to make sense of it all. Nothing good came out of Haircut overthinkingthings though, so for both of their sakes Mick leans down again, kissing theman once more, slipping his tongue in between Ray’s lips, devouring his mouth.

Mick was never good with temptations. Be it fire,stealing… or now Haircut. But even though Haircut burns more than any fire inMick’s life, is more thrilling than any heist, he’s also the least destructiveone, the safest one of Mick’s temptations.

He doesn’t mind giving into this one.

[quietlyhereshhh]

In the Twilight Rain (Chapter 27)

Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke Pairing: AkaFuri, others implied Rating: M Warnings: Language, violence, drugs, sexual situations Other: Yakuza AU Chapters on Tumblr: [Previous] [Next] AO3

Seas are wild tonight Stretching over Sado Island Silent clouds of stars

- Matsuo Basho

“No word yet?” Seijuurou asked Higuchi as they walked down the hall of the manor. He opened his office door as the man followed, bowing respectfully before sitting in a seiza.

“None. As far as we know, there is no indication of an ‘IW’ in Seiho’s past records and we can’t find anything with those initials indicated by the Kirisaki,” Higuchi replied with the papers in his hands.  “The 600 could be time. It’d be too cheap if it was the price, so if we deduce that it was at six ‘o’ clock, Hayama-san has been going around the market during that time to test it out. So far, we have nothing.”

‘What a pain in the ass,’ Seijuurou kept to himself as he leaned back in his seat. He was aware of these nightly and morning trips Hayama has been taking to the black market and getting no results. Hayama’s got more important things to do than to wander around aimlessly, looking for something they don’t know a thing about.

“Get Terasaka to taking over Hayama’s search,” Seijuurou stated as he took the papers from Higuchi. “He’s got his own projects to work on and is already losing focus on those. He needs to be in better shape than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

“How’s business back at Mibuchi’s?” Seijuurou asked as he flipped the pages.

“Average. I believe he mentioned that people are still wary to return after what happened,” Higuchi explained.

“Of course.”

Seijuurou was silent as he sifted through the pages but could feel Higuchi trembling. He looked up at the man with confusion – Higuchi has been working with him for a long time; he wasn’t scared of him anymore.

So something must be wrong.

“Higuchi,” Seijuurou was calm. He leaned across his desk, watching the man look at him nervously. “What’s the matter?”

“I-I apologize, sir, but with everything happening, I wasn’t sure how to bring it up,” Higuchi bit his lower lip. “We thought it was just a mistake at first and went through all the calculations again just to be sure but…the numbers do not match.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“What do mean the numbers do not match?”

“The profits do not correlate with the estimate,” Higuchi announced. “Even with Blue Bar and Club Kaijou’s temporary close, the profits we have are much lower than what we expected. At first, we thought it was just an accounting error so when we checked again, we realized that the gap in sales is much wider than expected.” Higuchi visibly swallowed under Seijuurou’s narrowed gaze. “It is believed that…someone has been taking our funds.”

Seijuurou tapped his fingers on the table.

Higuchi flinched.

This was the last thing Seijuurou wanted and needed; someone from the inside damaging their profits. He could possibly narrow it down to the lower associates – an excess amount of drinking had happened therefore they had to dip into it, Mao somehow weaseled their members into paying extra for whatever reason, or even praying that whatever program the accountants were using was faulty.

But Seijuurou didn’t pray.

“Find the culprit,” Seijuurou leaned his chin on the back of his hands and smiled to Higuchi. He saw the stout man shiver and Seijuurou could feel his left eye twitch. “Bring him to me. Alive. We’ll have to question this perpetrator and get them to talk.”

Higuchi nodded. When he finished his report, he bowed and stepped out only for Hayama to enter in his stead. Hayama looked back at the anxious Higuchi as he disappeared and turned to Seijuurou – eyes dull and lifeless.

“Right on time,” Seijuurou didn’t say anything about those blank eyes. Hayama has been like this since their last trip to the hospital and has, in fact, brought down the morale of the group. Hayama had always been prone to mood swings so Seijuurou thought he would bounce back.

He didn’t and he was the reason why.

He squashed down the feeling of his stomach coiling and his face remained impassive.

“After your report, I need you to move on to more…important matters,” Seijuurou announced. The blond didn’t react as he continued. “Terasaka will take over for you. You’ll move onto the assignment we discussed earlier albeit a little early. My patience is running thin and I’m sure Kasuga wants some peace of mind.”

Hayama nodded obediently and looked down at his paper. This compliance unnerved Seijuurou but he didn’t say anything.

“There is a lead outside of Kirisaki’s usual district,” Hayama announced flatly. “They’re trying to build traction in Yamanishi. The branch that’s setting up there is still fresh though defensive. It’s apparently headed by Hara Kazuya, someone who has been rising in the ranks recently in Kirisaki and Hanamiya decided it was time for him to test his abilities. Since my assignment is going to change, giving Terasaka permission to engage will be next.”

“Noted,” Seijuurou nodded as Hayama handed him the report. “Excellent work. I’m glad that you’re concentrating fully on this.”

Hayama didn’t say a word.

It’s not in Seijuurou’s style to empathize with people – he had developed an underwhelming sense of that, able to separate himself from others. Even so, he could feel the pain radiating from the other man.

If he had told himself that he couldn’t see Furihata again, he would probably be conflicted. His moral code told him to stay away, keep civilians out of this, and move on. He was yakuza and knew that he brought upon death to everything he touched. The complexity of the situations, ranging from his businesses to shunning himself from society to becoming the next head – no matter what, it was not a path for anyone to take.

But Furihata made everything ridiculously simple. Even when Seijuurou knew he should push him away, he brought with him something free and straightforward. There were no hidden motives in his eyes or movements; he could be read so easily. Yet everything he does makes Seijuurou baffled, wanting to unwind and twist at the puzzle that is Furihata’s mind, needing to know more.

They had known each other for a few short months and this was how he felt.

He looked at Hayama’s tired face. Dark bags were under his eyes and his face was thinner and paler. Hayama had been burying himself in work and getting more than great results if being able to track down a lead in Yamanishi was anything to say about it. However, he was unsettling others without his usual energy.

And it was only going to get worse from here.

Seijuurou leaned back and stared.

“You leave tomorrow.” Back to business as usual. He couldn’t break his word. “If you run into trouble, contact Higuchi as soon as possible.”

For the first time since he entered the room – and perhaps since he returned from the hospital – there was a flicker of surprise.

“Not you?”

“I will be absent for the next couple of days,” He wasn’t going to reveal how he was going to a mountainous location alone with a civilian that he happened to be dating. “It was suggested by Mibuchi to have a short break. Higuchi will relay to me a summary each day so I am not completely off but if you feel the emergency is dire, do not hesitate to contact me.”

Hayama stared at him evenly and Seijuurou had no choice but to look back. There was a muted silence that Seijuurou could sense something was off about.

“Okay.”

Shoichi didn’t know how he got dragged into a guys’ night out by the station, but somehow he did.

He sat in this little bar with a sharp silver and forest green palette, mixing with modern and traditional Japanese-style floors, slowly drinking his shochu. Aomine was downing whatever beer had been brought to him in high spirits after managing to bust a small (but impactful) drug deal going on in the Sogo district where he and Wakamatsu were patrolling.

Turns out that they were just young juveniles in the end but they were selling drugs, claiming it to be the new miracle drug on the market. They were naïve and stupid and it was nowhere as potent as what the King Drug is, but the fact that they were able to find someone who has heard of it in their own hometown – well. Aomine definitely though he deserved free drinks.

Which he didn’t but he probably wouldn’t remember paying for them in the morning.

“He’s going nuts,” Kasamatsu snorted from across from Shoichi. He had a bottle of beer in his hand as he watched Aomine swinging his arm around Wakamatsu like they were best friends. The yelling from Wakamatsu said otherwise. “Control your guys.”

“Nah,” Shoichi had a grin on his face. He lifted up his phone and took a picture of his subordinate’s drunken state. “It’s more entertaining this way.”

“You’re awful.”

“I need some sort of material to use against him, you know.”

“You’re some crooked cop,” Mikoshiba landed next to him with a chortle. Yamazaki had taken a seat next to Kasamatsu, stern-faced like normal. Mikoshiba clucked his tongue but it sounded more amused. “You’re gonna give us a bad rep.”

“I think that lies in Aomine’s territory,” He said as he watched Aomine slur something to their sketch artist, Sakurai, before a red-faced Wakamatsu slammed him down to the floor. He was glad they got a private room.

“S-Satsuki!” Aomine groaned, his arm reaching out as Wakamatsu sat on his back. “H-Help! Get this gorilla off of me!”

“She’s not here!” Wakamatsu scowled. “For fuck’s sake. Get a grip!”

“Start blocking the drinks from him!” Kasamatsu took command and raised from his spot. Sometimes, Shoichi wondered why he was just a vice-captain before remembering that Riko was his boss.

More alcohol was placed next to Shoichi. He glanced up to see the smiling face of the bar owner, Kiyoshi, rather entertained at the rowdiness.

“Some water for the drunkard over there, please, Kiyoshi.”

“No problem,” He nodded and walked out of the room, closing the sliding door behind him.

“Wakamatsu,” Shoichi called out to the detective. “Try not to knock him out.”

“Are you sure? It might be easier to do so.”

Luckily for them, it wasn’t too long until Aomine fell asleep, lying on the floor against the wall. Everything else resumed smoothly (if not for the slightly drunken wails of Fukui as he challenged Wakamatsu to arm-wrestling) and Shoichi was only slightly tipsy – but it was enough for his tongue to slip.

“So, Imayoshi…” Mikoshiba was slurring a bit, looking pleased with his bottle of beer in his hand. “What’s yours and Aida’s deal?”

“Hmm?” Shoichi immediately noticed Yamazaki flinch and he could feel a dark gaze on him. He tried to hide his smirk but knew he was failing as a slithering feeling emerged in his chest. “What do you mean?”

“Like…” Mikoshiba paused, placing his chin in his palm. He waved his other hand absent-mindedly. “Are you two dating or something? You guys flirt around the office so much, it’s sickening.”

Ah. Of course Mikoshiba was interested in discussing this. He was a fiend when it came to this kind of information, always looking for the latest gossip. And based on how he kept glancing over at Yamazaki, he had an inkling to why this was being brought him.

“Riko and I have a very…special relationship,” He watched from the corner of his eyes as Yamazaki tense. He took a sip of his shochu and tried to not to snigger. “We’ve always been together. Can’t recall a time when we haven’t.”

“Hmm,” Mikoshiba sounded amused. “Even with that trip to Osaka a couple of months ago, you took her along even though she was given other stuff, yeah?”

“She was helpful during the trip,” Shoichi said as he filled his small cup again. Maybe he should stop drinking soon. “It’s not like I brought her just to be with her.”

“Oh ho, but that was a reason?” Mikoshiba’s eyes sparkled at the news and Yamazaki’s fist clenched on the table.

“If I say such a thing, she’d skin me alive,” Shoichi made it seem like he was laughing at the joke rather than Yamazaki’s reaction. It was just too easy. “But I can’t deny that being with her makes me feel…good.”

“Masochist,” He looked over at Kasamatsu who had his brows furrowed. There was also a hint of disgust that Shoichi cackled at.

“It’s true,” He took one last swig of his shochu before grabbing one of the untouched glasses of water on the table. “I don’t know how many times my ass has been saved by her. Of course, it’d probably be better if we were in the same division, but who am I to stop her from doing whatever she wants?”

“Even if she dates some other guy?” For the first time since the conversation started, Yamazaki spoke up. Shoichi looked at him and saw the challenge in his eyes. “If she was swooped off her feet and taken by some other guy?”

“Now, now,” Mikoshiba sat up when the tension suddenly got thick. “Don’t plant those things into her boyfriend’s head, Yamazaki—”

“That’s not what I heard from her,” Yamazaki leaned on the table with his forearms, eyes staying on Shoichi. “From what I know, she only considers you as a friend, Imayoshi.”

“Ah, really?” He knew better than to lie in a room full of cops. The alcohol may be affecting his brain but he wasn’t stupid. He clucked his tongue. “That hurts, Riko.”

His body moved on his own as he took out his cellphone without a word. He could feel curious stares as he pressed the number ‘2’ and it immediately rang. He lifted the phone to his ear, waiting for the other person to pick up.

“What the fuck, Shoichi?” He immediately grinned at her irritated voice. “It’s one-thirty in the morning and I’ve had a long day. Someone better had died!”

“Riko-tan~” He whined and heard her groan. He made sure to raise the volume louder. “You love me, right?”

“Get off the phone and get some water.”

“Not until you say it,” Shoichi’s eyes met Yamazaki with a taunting grin.

“Don’t force her to say something against her will,” Yamazaki growled and Shoichi heard Riko’s voice rising in his ear.

“Who are you with?” He could imagine her narrowing her eye. “Was that Yamazaki? Shoichi, what are you trying to do? I’m going to hang up—”

“Riko,” He interrupted with a much more serious and sober voice. For some reason, the cold water didn’t cool him down. His body became hot as if he was still drinking and his heart was thumping against his chest. His breathing became shaky. “I love you.”

There was a collective silence from both sides of his ears that he could only conclude was blood rushing through. Something settled and unsettled in his stomach, flopping around irritably after he said those words.

He heard her sigh from the other side. He knew he had put her in a rough spot and was taking advantage of that.

She couldn’t say no to that.

“I love you, too,” She sounded exhausted and Shoichi concluded that it must have been due to her long day. ���So hurry the fuck home so I can beat you up.”

“Roger.”

He hung up, almost forgetting that he had an audience of at least ten officers. Even Aomine had somehow woken up from his drunken slumber, looking more alert than before.

He ignored their gazes and slowly got up. He threw a few bills on the table before walking up to Yamazaki with an arrogant smirk on his face.

“If Riko chooses to date another guy, she’s free to do so,” His smirk became much more cheerful though the unsettling feeling in his stomach remained. “However, he’ll have a lot of problems coming his way – her pride, her father, and me.

“So,” He made his way to the sliding door, still smiling but he opened his eyes slightly to look down at Yamazaki, “They better be ready.”

Note: This was supposed to come out earlier but I came home late and fell asleep so I didn’t really get a chance to post it.

Something is afoot on Akashi’s side and Imayoshi is showing some...possessiveness?

There was a lot of things I wanted to include but I didn’t feel like this would be the right time. I’m also changing a little bit of how I’m writing because it’s pretty stressful to cram everything I want in one chapter.

The scene with Imayoshi was supposed to be different but I ended up with this instead? I guess that’s how the flow of things work. And I want to advance their relationship a bit more, whether platonic or not.