#AND THERES ONLY 2 WHOLE FICS ON AO3

[twisted-tales-told]

I’m really upset about how short David Siegel’s time in white collar is because he is such a catalyst for Neal’s character growth. Like, I honestly think the arc Neal goes on all the way to (SPOILERS)

Faking his death at the end is because he met Siegel. I think he saw where they came from—which is two very different reasons—and saw that he is meant to be forging his own path in life. I think Siegel actually gets him to think about what he wants in life. And thus the homoerotic tension between them (at least in my opinion). Like you have these two heartbroken people who are trying to get back on their feet assigned to work together while being the thing the other fears most—a man from nothing becoming a criminal for the thrill, a man from everything becoming a lawman because he’s seen too much.

I just. they should have had more time. They should have seen each other grow a little more.

[autistic-katara]

ok i might get blocked by a couple ppl for saying this but the Jackson’s Diary fandom is seriously making me wanna become a proshipper out of spite (read the post before blocking me or whatever please)

like idk if u guys have checked the fandom tag on ao3 recently but theres been a bit of drama surrounding the fact that someone posted a smut-fic of Exer (an 18yo) and David (an almost 18yo, who was aged up A FEW MONTHS for the fic) and they were harassed into taking it down and making a fucking apology post ON AO3, THE PROBLEMATIC FANWORKS WEBSITE.

and this fic was tagged 100% correctly like it was very explicitly tagged as smut n stuff yet there were still a bunch of comments being like “uhm what did i just read 🤨” and when i made a comment defending the authors right to yk, not be harassed for making not even rlly problematic content someone who clearly would suffer withdrawal symptoms if they turned twitter off for too long started arguing with me abt how “erm ackhtually we should be allowed to comment harassment under ppls harmless and explicitly tagged fics cause theres no smut in this fandom and it shocked us” and u could just rlly tell they felt they were more righteous than God in their opinions and yeah so cut to tonight when i’m scrolling through the tag and i see a post titled “i’m so sorry” in which the author made a post basically being like “i’m so sorry for posting that ik it was disgusting it has been permanently deleted” which in the comments a few ppl were telling them that what happened sucked n stuff (myself included // judging by their reply they only did this to stop the harassment which yk, completely fair) and i went back to scrolling since i wanted an actual fic not fandom drama but like 2 posts down there was another post titled “please stop” or smthn like that where someone else made a post basically being like “guyssss can we please not write smut of these characters this fandom is so wholesome i dont wanna ruin it 🥺 anyways sorry this isnt a fic this just needed to be said lol” and like dude, my guy, WHAT THE FUCK?!

this is AO3, this is a fanwork archive that as far as i know was created (at least partially) due to the fact that ppl kept getting their “problematic” works taken down from other sites and the creators wanted to yk archive all fanworks. this is NOT a social media site where u can make callout posts abt how what someone else posted disturbed ur pure wholesome chaste scrolling by daring to uploaded something with *gasp* consensual sex between 2 consenting adults?! (or canonically 1 consenting adult and 1 consenting gonna-be-an-adult-in-a-few-months-but-isnt-much-younger-than-the-first-guy but u get the idea)

like guys, ao3 is not twitter. it is not tiktok, it is not tumblr, its not youtube, its not even wattpad. it is not a social media platform, it is a fanwork archive, specifically one that lets u post whatever kinda content u want (yes, even smthn depicting 2 consenting adult/almost adult participates that are in no way related having sex, ik its crazy what they allow online these days).

and look honestly the callout post wouldn’tve annoyed me this much if it was posted on yk an actual social media. like if it was posted on twitter or tiktok or on youtube as a video essay or even on here, like sure if i saw it id be annoyed that this fandom cant handle the tiniest bit of non-puritanicalism and fuck, maybe if it was on here id even drag myself into a pointless days-long argument that causes me suicidal levels of stress but on archive of our fucking own itself?! for the millionth time, IT IS NOT A SOCIAL MEDIA! u dont make posts like that that u want the rest of the fandom to read or whatever on there because its not that kinda website!

anyways yeah i hope i explained the situation ok, u might be able to check it out urself if u feel like it and yeah idk this whole thing just kinda felt like a wake-up call for me like yes i find incest and pedophilia disgusting OBVIOUSLY and i dont like ppl romanticising it in fiction but idk i’ve seen ppl talk abt toxic antis before and show screenshots of conversations where theyve acted super shitty but idk seeing this all unfold in person and having to argue with these hardcore antis just- i dont wanna be associated with these ppl, if these are what alotta antis r like i dont want anyone to assume i agree with them like at all, whether its other antis, proshippers, or ppl like me who have a super complicated opinion on it. like they harassed a person into taking down their smut and made call-out posts on ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN abt how they dont want their wholesome pure fandom corrupted by gross dirty irredeemable sex. and just yeah hope no mutuals i seriously care abt unmoot or even block me over this since ik a few of u r antis but yeah srry for this i just kinda seriously hate this fandom right now :)

also incase anyone is typing out a “kill yourself pedo” reply/rb rn; i turn 15 on Friday, i am 2+ years younger than ur innocent bb minor boy David and his definitely not already a legal adult boyfriend Exer so yk

[ilyfynn]

its a beautiful life. fynn hits 100k written this year. it's been a long journey and i thank everyone who has ever even clicked onto a work of mine. its difficult, sometimes, being stupid and a writer simultaneously. ignore the low numbers im a small fandom writer and i have a nother account ok

similarly, my mcsrtober also reached 1k hits which makes it my first fic with 1k hits yay thank you <3

highlights below. im gonna ramble ofc i am

swallow's mate. yeah its not the longest fic ever but i put so much time and effort and i am so so so so so so so proud of it and will always be. the world is a river of crackling chaos and i am the vengeance that simmers inside it

hiraeth. YES I WILL FINISH IT ONE DAY. ITS GOT REALLY NICE LORE. being the first bigger project i've tried to write since i unretired from mcsr, i adored being able to a) worldbuild and b) WRITE IN CHAPTERS. its so hard to write fics in one go my patience wears itself out

lappel du vide. you know nothing about lappel yet. you know nothing, but the plan was like 4k words and now you know something. boy do i have things planned for these stupid ranked runners. the darkness came when doogile was just a boy, after all

mcsrtober. im not as proud of my mcsrtober because i like editing things over and over and over again and mcsrtober simply doesnt allow the time for that. however i think i cooked really hard on some of the prompts and the ones yet to come (peepocute banger one on the 26th i think). like day 2. a full-on 4+1 fic. beautiful

there's a lot to come, i think. theres so many thoughts and not enough time to express them, and im only going to get more and more busy from now on. it's going to be walright. you know, theres a cool thing called a winter big bang, and the word count is projected to be around 18k...and its a oneshot...........................

then i can retire from writing longfics in one go and go back to chaptered becuase WOW chaptered is easier. AHHHHHHH

thank you for reading. this and all my fics. thank you @goober890 (i would be a liar if i didnt say i tried to tag ur ao3 😭) for being the first ever member of the fynn fanclub. thank you @bioluminescentfrog for putting up with me through the whole process of the fics to come. its been - not quite a long journey, but an eventful one all the same. from one mongey to another, i salute all of you.

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[actualbird]

n/s//f///w ish but i saw a post on my dash that was like "oh no not even the sickos on ao3 have written the tags you just searched up" and then it had the addition "this post is about thinking 'oh surely the more seasoned perverts on ao3 have written this already because it is so obvious but oh no it turns out im the weird one" but my dang app refreshed before i could reblog the post because i HUGELY RELATE IN REGARDS TO LUKE PEARCE PUPPY PLAY

i dont understand. luke pearce being a subby little puppy in BDSM sex is THEEEEE most obvious connection to make. canon constantly likens him to a dog, he has an immense desire for service and loyalty like a dog, he has a WHOLE MR CARD WHERE HE IS A WEREWOLF WITH LITTLE DOGGY EARS AND A DOGGY TAIL.

and yet. AAAAND YET

when you search on the tot ao3 tag with the filters "luke pearce" and "puppy play" or "pet play" guess what shows up

A GRAND TOTAL OF 2 FICS

and guess what

BOTH FICS ARE MINE

can you sense my desperation here. i have no food except my own. you can even see that ive clicked the link on my own fics because i have no cHOICE but to read my own damn work because theres NO OTHER FOOD

i feel insane. i guess im the weird one. but come on. puppy play and luke pearce go together like peanut butter and jelly. why isnt there more food......I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE INTO THIS OTL

[afterdarkprincess]

The Devil's In the Details (But You Got a Friend in Me)- Part 6

Pairing: Sami/Jey Rating: Explicit Chapter Summary: Tensions rise between Jey and his brothers before and during Backlash in Puerto Rico

This chapter took me waaaaaay too long to write but here it is!

thank you as always to @elementaldoughnut12 for the inspo for this fic!

this particular part does not contain anything explicit, but the rest of the fic is :)

tag squad: @feelschicken @southerngirl41 @harmshake @jeysbvck @imabillyami

AO3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

The days drag on for Jey, as much as he wishes the Puerto Rico trip closer, the hours and minutes drip by like molasses. They’re on the road almost every day, just him and Jimmy trekking it in their rental car, Solo having been whisked away by the Tribal Chief with little explanation.

His little brother’s words linger in his head, fear that he’d be tasked with hurting Jey or Jimmy, or something worse. Solo’s approval of his relationship with Sami won’t stop him from spiking him if Roman commands him to do so. Like the trial all over again.

It should be a comfort to be on the road with his twin, like they’ve been their whole lives, but Jimmy is still being distant with him. On the surface, they’re okay. The truce they struck the night of the draft keeps them from all out fighting but theres an undercurrent that’s impossible for Jey to ignore.

Sometimes on those long nights in rented cars, when their talking lulls and it gets a little too quiet, Jimmy looks at him with this mix of hurt and frustration that cuts Jey to the bone.

The trip to Puerto Rico is no better, the tension palpable the whole travel day. Jimmy being particularly restless and irritable since they left their hotel that morning.

Jey had been on the phone with Sami while Jimmy went out to get them both breakfast, and he’d lost track of time listening to Sami talk about a new brand of coffee he found at the store (it shouldn’t be as cute as it is), only realizing his mistake when the door opened.

Jimmy’d had his hands full with the bags and two large OJs, but as Sami continued on with his story, his face quickly soured.

It didn’t make any sense to him. Jimmy had been the one to accept Sami the quickest, the one to call him the Honorary Uce in the first place. They’d been so close all these months and even during the Waffle House trip after ‘Mania they were getting along just fine.

Jimmy gives him the cold shoulder the rest of the day, barely giving him a glance as they pack up their hotel room and head toward the airport. He gives only grunts and nods when Jey tries to talk to him and finally he stops trying.

The two and a half hour flight to Puerto Rico feels much longer with his silent, unhappy twin crammed beside him and not a single friendly face around them to make things any better.

He shoves his airpods into his ears and tries to focus on the show he’s been watching that Xavier recommended to him a few weeks ago, but Jimmy’s foul mood lingers like a raincloud above both of them.

When they land the hot and humid air doesn’t help the vibe at all, the tension rising as they get to the talent hotel. They check in to find that Heyman has put them in a room together and Jey rubs his hand across his forehead.

“Problem?” The polite desk clerk asks, her immaculate eyebrows drawn in concern.

Jimmy rolls his eyes and Jey feels his frustration beginning to reach a boiling point. He doesn’t want to take it on this poor girl though, so he shakes his head and takes the key cards, stomping towards the elevator and not sparing a passing glance to see if Jimmy follows.

The elevator is crowded when they get in, and Jey’s fingers tap against his thigh as they ascend to their floor. He closes his eyes and tries for a deep breath, conjuring Sami’s voice in his mind to talk him off the ledge, at least until they get into the privacy of their room.

Jey drops his bag on the bed furthest from the door as the door slams, and he swings around to face Jimmy.

“What is yo’ DEAL? Spit it out, M’tired of this!” Jey watches his older brother scowl, crossing his arms and huffing like this is Jey’s fault.

“You tired? I’M tired of this, uce! You runnin’ around with this big secret you ain’t tellin’ me! You said at the draft I gotta trust you, but how can I trust you when you clearly don’ trust me?” Jimmy’s eyes are blazing, a deep undercurrent of hurt in his voice.

Jey feels his stomach sink. Why does it have to be this?

“Listen, I jus’-“ He’s cut off before he can even form his thought.

“Why ain’t you told me?” Jimmy blurts out. “Why ain’t you told me ‘bout you and Sami?”

Silence hangs heavy in the air as Jey processes what he’s hearing.

He clears his throat, “What you mean?”

“Don’t pull that shit with me, you know what I mean. I seen you with crushes before, Uce. I seen you when you in yo’ honeymoon phase before. How long was you gon’ wait to tell me?” The calm disappointment in Jimmy’s voice is somehow worse than the anger he was expecting.

Jey drops down onto the bed, feeling a mixture of guilt and relief. Jimmy knows, he knows. Of course he would know. With very few exceptions they’ve shared everything since birth, why wouldn’t Jimmy be able to suss him out?

“I-“ He starts, rubbing his hands together. What choice does he have but to tell the truth now? “Look I wanted to tell you, s’been killing me not to tell you ‘bout all this, but man with the way everything been goin’ lately? With how Roman has been the last few years? I ain’t exactly trying to shout this from the rooftops.”

“But you coulda told me, Uce! You right that Roman been wack, and I can get not wantin’ errybody to know. But you try sneakin’ around on me?” Jimmy shakes his head.

Jey laughs a little in spite of himself. “Don’t seem like I did a good job at that anyway.”

“True, but it don’ make it better you not trustin’ me, Jey! We supposed to be a team!”

His heart hurts. “Is not that I don’ trust you-“

“Then what is it?” Jimmy interrupts and takes a few slow steps forward towards where Jey sits on the bed.

“I been afraid okay? Afraid of everything n’ everybody, and it sucks for real but…” Jey takes a deep breath in. “Sami’s the best thing I ever had, Uce. He already not 100%, and that’s on my shoulders for not protectin’ him back at the Rumble. Then we started gettin’ closer, then ‘Mania happened, and I didn’t want my mistakes to get taken out on him, cause you know how big Uce is.”

Jimmy nods, though his brow is still furrowed.

“Sami wanted to tell errybody right away, big blabber mouth that he is, but I said no, to keep it between us jus’ for now. I shoulda known that you would figure it out anyway, Solo did too, but I just don’t wanna fuck this up, feel me?” Jey stares at his hands in his lap rather than his brother.

His twin is silent for a long time before he finally takes the last few steps to sit next to Jey on the bed. “I get it, I do. I still think you coulda told me, but I get it.” Jimmy claps a hand on Jey’s shoulder reassuringly. “Also what you mean about Solo?”

Jey looks up, “Yeah like you said, I wasn’t very good at hidin’ things. Solo saw us together when Sami was leavin’ the hotel after ‘Mania, he didn’t say nothin’ ‘bout it until that night we got chewed out by Ro’ though.”

“He have a problem with it?” Jimmy’s voice has an edge to it, ever the big brother ready to defend him.

“Nah man, he was happy for us. Said he wouldn’t tell Tribal Chief, but you never know, you know? He ain’t say much, but he follows orders. Can’t say what he’d do if Roman asked him directly.” Jey finds himself rubbing at his forehead again, scrunches his forehead in frustration and drops his hand. “D’you have a problem with it?”

Jimmy looks at him with his signature are-you-an-idiot face.

“Jus’ checkin’” Jey laughs.

“I only wanna know when you both coming around for dinner so Trin can assess the situation like she been askin’.” Jimmy says, smacking Jey’s shoulder lightly again before rising from the bed to flop down on his own.

“Wait- Trin knows?”

“You know her, she figured it out ‘fore I did. Though that’s on you for callin’ the man every night like some love sick puppy. ‘Bout the second time she heard you over the phone steppin’ out to make a call, she knew what was up.”

Jey shakes his head. “Somehow that don’ surprise me.”

“Damn woman knows errything and never lets me forget it,” Jimmy says, but the smile on his face is fond.

“Yeah you love it tho,” Jey points out.

“I do, I do,” His braids move as he nods. “You love Sami like that?”

Jey pauses, the anxieties that have been weighing on him rising like the tide. But this is Jimmy , the other half of him, and Jey’s had enough of keeping things from his brother lately.

He nods slowly before meeting his twin’s gaze. “Yeah man, it don’ make no sense but… yeah I do.”

Jimmy nods solemnly, before perking up. “Well you always did have shit taste, Uce.”

Jey grabs the nearest pillow and chucks it at Jimmy’s insufferable head.

—

With the tension gone between him and Jimmy, Jey feels much lighter in the days before Backlash. He enjoys himself in San Juan, the two of them taking some time to explore the city in their downtime.

They’re wandering through a street market, Jimmy distracted by the intoxicating smells of food that waft from the different stalls. Jey’s phone buzzes in his pocket, Sami sending him message after message about meeting a fan in the grocery store earlier that morning. He smiles and shakes his head as each notification comes through carrying all the excitement of Sami’s voice.

He looks up just in time to keep himself from running into another shop, this one with lots of very touristy looking merchandise, with shirts and mugs and shot glasses loudly proclaiming I <3 PUERTO RICO in bright colors. But what catches his eye is a penguin plushie adorned with a miniature version of the t shirts, overstuffed so it’s tummy pokes out of the shirt, matching the full rounded cheeks.

Jey can’t help but laugh, the image of Sami in nothing but Jey’s too-small crop top immediately coming to mind.

He grabs the plushie before he can think too much more about it, and pays for it, waving off the bag he’s offered, choosing instead to carry it.

When he finds Jimmy with a street taco in hand, his twin shoots him a questioning look.

Jey shrugs, “S’for Sami, you know?”

Jimmy rolls his eyes, “Gross uce, gonna make me barf up all this good food with your cutesy honeymoon shit.”

They exchange playful shoves as they walk along, until Jimmy stops abruptly, seeing a beautiful knit bikini set, and Jey knows what’s going through his brother’s head immediately.

“Oh okay, ‘see how it is, uce. S’gross when it’s me n’ Sami but when you’re lookin at lingerie for Trin, it’s all good?” Jey exaggeratedly gags, but the smile on his face can’t be denied.

Jimmy shrugs, “Don’t know what to tell you, little bro. You’d be this way too if you’d bagged a smokin’ hot babe.”

“What makes you think Sami ain’t smokin’ hot?”

His twin stares at him, grimacing. “He certainly ain’t my type. Not to mention man’s been puttin’ on some weight since he been out.”

Jey feels his blood boil in an instant. “And?”

“That ain’t bother you?”

“Hell nah,” Jey shakes his head.

Jimmy raises his hands, “Alright then, uce- forget I mentioned it, damn. If you happy, m’happy.”

Jey holds the overstuffed penguin a little tighter to his chest. “Damn right.”

Jimmy buys the bikini and they wander around for another half hour before deciding to call it quits and head back to the hotel for a workout and a shower. Their triple threat match is tomorrow, and neither of them have heard from Solo still and Jey’s mind is far from at ease.

—

After a hard workout and a hot shower, Jey crashes onto his bed. Jimmy offers to go get their food, forever hungry, and Jey waves him off, whipping his phone out and hitting Sami’s name from his favorite contacts.

“Jeyyy!”

Sami’s voice warms him from the inside out. “How you doin’ boo?”

“Not bad, not bad, haven’t done much today, threw on some old matches to pass the time. Watching uhhhh Survivor Series ’04 right now? How’s Puerto Rico?”

Jey can hear the grainy cheers of the crowd in the background, and he tries and fails to remember if his father was at that event. “S’hot that’s for sure. Went out this afternoon with Jim and we was sweatin’ buckets.”

“Thought you guys liked the heat?” Sami teases.

“Not when it’s so damn sticky like this, gonna be a bitch fightin’ in it tomorrow.”

“Mm,” Sami says, and it’s like Jey can hear his mind working. “How’s things goin’ with Jimmy?”

“It’s uhh,” Jey can’t help the smile that comes across his face. “It’s good actually. Things kinda came to a head when we got here, he was pissed at me, n’ I was pissed at him. But we talked it out and… he knows ‘bout us now.”

“Oh? You told him?”

“Yea, but he already knew. Guess I’m easy to read or somethin’.” He laughs at himself. “Turns out I was worried for nothin’. He was more mad that I hadn’t told him.”

“You had your reasons, Jey. But I can’t deny that I’m delighted to hear that he knows, I know how much that was eating at you.” More cheers come from the background noise, and it sounds like Sami is munching on a snack. Jey closes his eyes for a moment and imagines that they’re curled up together on the couch, talking face to face instead of miles apart over the phone.

“Thought maybe he could come by for a day or two while m’there? Might be weird but-“

“It’s important to you, babe, I get it.” Jey can hear Sami’s smile in his voice. “Plus I’m not gonna say no to spendin’ some time with my dawg Jimmy! Solo gonna come too?”

The mention of his baby brother sours his stomach. “Uh, I don’ know ‘bout Solo. He still ain’t really been talkin’ to us, and it don’ sit right with me.”

“You think Roman’s trying to turn him against you and Jimmy?” Sami sees into the heart of him as usual.

“I don’t know what to think,” Jey admits. “I don’ think Roman could really turn Solo ‘gainst us in his heart, but I also know Solo ain’t gonna disobey an order. Too many unknowns goin’ into this fight tomorrow.”

“Well, whatever happens you know I’m rooting for you.” The sentiment means more to Jey than he could ever tell.

The heaviness having past, Sami fills Jey in on the minutiae of his day, the progresses he continues to make in PT.

Before long the hotel room door swings open, Jimmy tumbling back in with his hands full of paper bags. “S’at Sami?” He asks as he dumps the bags onto Jey’s bed.

Jey nods, but Sami beats him to the punch. “’Sup my dawg?? How’s it been?”

“Aw you know,” Jimmy smiles. “Same old same old, just dealin’ with Jey bein’ all sad and dramatic without you.”

Sami laughs, full and wonderful. “I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it, uce. It’s Sami this and Sami that and he looks at his phone with puppy eyes-“

“Shut it!” Jey throws a fry from the bag directly into Jimmy’s face, making him splutter and laugh.

When their laughter dies down, Sami chimes in. “Jey and I were thinking you should come with him to visit when you’re done down there- just for a day or two!”

Jimmy’s eyebrows lift, considering the suggestion. “Ain’t a bad idea, I’ll see what Trin’s up to if she wanna come too?”

“Sure thing! I’d love to catch up with her!”

“You say that now, just wait until she’s all up in our business,” Jey’s been on the receiving end of Trinity’s probing questions far too many times.

“Oh I think it’ll be fun…” Something in Sami’s tone sound mischievous and suddenly Jey is regretting all of his life choices.

With plans made for next week and just a few days until he’ll see Sami again, Jey sleeps well the night before Backlash.

He’s glad he’s well rested, as the day is full of appearances and interviews, a fresh hair cut and dye job. The only time he has to himself is in the gym that morning, and even that was disturbed by Jimmy’s moaning and groaning at the early hour.

The heat of the day makes Jey restless and irritable, and he has to check himself a few times for getting testy with people who don’t deserve it. He has a reputation for being a hot head in the ring, but he tries not to let that bleed into real life as much as possible. At least he can blame the anger on the match, this feud with Holland and Butch that has always been so personal, especially for him.

Seeing those two with his belts, the belts that he and Jimmy unified, the belts that Sami stepped up to help him defend, makes him sick. Ridge’s smirk and laugh taking him back to the night when Jey had no choice but to watch as Sami took the blow for him, potentially ending his career to save Jey. The pain he felt at the time that he didn’t understand and dismissed as concern for a brother in arms.

Jey wipes the sweat from his face and bounces on his toes, trying to get focused. Ridge has gotten the upper hand more than once because of Jey’s emotions, he won’t allow them to get the better of him again.

Jimmy paces around him, it’s quiet backstage while half the roster is out for the Street Fight between Priest and Bad Bunny. It’s been just the two of them for a while, with no word from their younger brother.

“Ah there they are!” Paul’s grating voice cuts through the silence as he shuffles out of the dark hallway, with Solo’s imposing form behind him.

“Yeah we been here, where have y’all been?” Jey asks, looking at Solo rather than the beady eyes of the Wiseman.

Paul wrings his hands together, beginning to sweat at the looming angry stares of both twins. “W-well you see, the Tribal Chief, he-“

“Ain’t matter now,” Solo’s soft but stern voice cut through, his taped hand blocking between his brothers and Paul.

The moment of tension passes as a PA arrives to let them know to head to gorilla. Paul relaxes and Solo rolls his shoulders, face blank and impassive as Jimmy still shoots him wary looks.

Jey’s not sure who his youngest brother was protecting from who, but nothing about it helps to sooth his worried mind.

They’re announced first, despite the titles not being on the line. Another insult on top of the injury. Their music hits, and Jey buries all his unease and anxiety under a mask of confidence, fitting into his role in the Bloodline perfectly, ever the dutiful loyal twin.

Sheamus comes out before Butch and Holland, a sign of respect for the tag team champions and an endorsement from the more seasoned wrestler. Jey doesn’t have anything against the man personally, but he’d been a part of the surprise attack on Roman too, and is just as much responsible for Sami’s injury in his eyes. Jey bares his fanged teeth as he enters the ring as a warning.

Samantha’s voice booms through the crowd as she announces Butch and Ridge. The crowd’s response is mixed at best, still getting boos from fervent Sami fans, and it warms Jey’s heart. The pop when Sami does come back will be unreal, and Jey can’t wait for that day. But for now, he has a point to make and an ugly mug to pin.

The bell rings and he stares at Ridge, trying to burn into the man with his eyes alone. Jimmy grabs him buy the shoulders, forcibly turning him back to the corner of the ring where Solo stands with his arms crossed.

Just as he turns, Jey catches Ridge spitting at his feet, and it’s over from there. He darts past Jimmy, fists flying to catch the man in the face before Sheamus gets him back to their corner.

The crowd roars, matching the rage in Jey’s heart as Jimmy hauls him back again, his mouth moving quickly, no doubt trying to talk Jey down but he doesn’t hear a word.

Solo pulls him through the ropes and claps him once on the shoulder, snapping Jey’s attention away from Holland for a moment. Solo nods once, face giving nothing away, but Jey takes a few deep huffing breaths and nods back, thankful at least for the distraction.

Jimmy works on Sheamus for a while, not making much ground as the irishman kept outpacing him. Jimmy backs him into a corner only for Butch to tag in, the smaller man immediately going for Jimmy’s hands.

Jey calls out for the tag, reaching as his twin struggles to break away from the hold Butch has him in, before finally escaping and diving to smack his hand against Jey’s open palm.

He storms into the ring, eyes locked on Butch and he goes for the grapple, carefully keeping his hands away from the smaller man’s.

They exchange blows, and Jey struggles to make any headway even with the crowd cheering him on. He picks Butch up, preparing for the Samoan drop, but he’s caught off guard by his name barked from ringside.

His head whips toward the noise, but it wasn’t one of his brothers calling out to him.

Holland stares back at him, smug grin on his face and waves. Jey growls in frustration, but he’s distracted just long enough for Butch to escape the hold and roll him into a brutal kimura lock, capturing his fingers in the process.

Jimmy’s yelling now, but the sound of his twin’s voice is drowned out by the barking of Ridge from the apron. He’s not far from the ropes, and he’s confident he can reach them, but it means crawling toward the man hurling abuse at him.

“Just lay down and take it ye piece o’ shite, ye ain’t gettin’ these titles back! Not as long as we got somethin’ to say ‘bout it! We’ll take you and yer brothers out the same way we took out Zayn!”

Jey fights for breath, trying to remain calm despite the taunts.

Focus. Don’t let him rile you up

The voice in his head sounds like Sami, steadying him through the pain in his limbs. He drags himself forward a few feet, reaching for the ropes with his free hand.

He’s nearly there when a boot comes down on his hand hard.

“Oops!” Jey hears Sheamus’s voice above him. “My bad, ref!”

Jey can barely see through the stinging pain in his hand, and the thought crosses his mind that he’s maybe broken or tore something.

Butch rolls him over lifting his leg for the pin, and Jey wants to fight it, it’s too early in the match for this, but he can’t make his body move.

Thankfully Jimmy dove in to break the pin, grabbing Jey’s arm to lift him back to his feet.

He breathes hard and stumbles back to the corner with Solo, who’s scowl has deepened further. He drops to the mat and rolls under the ropes, coming to his feet at ringside, hunching over to further catch his breath and assess the damage. He flexes his hand and fingers, finding no further sharp pains and heaves a sigh of relief.

The crowd roars around him after the smack of a tag made, and he hauls himself back up on the apron with Solo.

The match wears on, 15, 20, then 30 minutes dragging by. Solo hasn’t tagged in more than once or twice so he still looks pretty fresh, but Jimmy and Jey are both struggling. Jey’s hand still aches dully, and his chest stings after getting caught in Sheamus’s Ten Beats of the Bodhran.

He’s in the ring and his head swims from the drop Sheamus put on him. The Irishman lurks in his corner, preparing for a Brogue kick that Jey’s not sure he’ll be able to recover from. He can’t see Jimmy or Solo, he could have sworn he’d felt a tap on his shoulder, but he wasn’t totally sure and it looks like he’s been left on his own.

In a blur of ginger, just not quite the right shade, a boot makes hard contact with his face and the mat rushes up to meet him. It’s over, or it might as well be.

He’s pinned again, the smacks of the ref’s hand against the ring deafened by the crowd counting.

1…..2….

Heavy footfalls against the mat, and a trademark primal scream announce the arrival of Solo, but he doesn’t break the pin, choosing instead to grab Sheamus and viciously spike the man directly in the throat. Jey’s certainly not complaining, but he is confused.

Solo delivers another spike before pinning Sheamus for a full three count, the bell ringing as Jey sits up next to the Irishman’s still form.

His younger brother yells again, and before he can process what’s happening he’s hauled to his feet, Solo’s tight grip on his shoulder with his thumb raised to strike.

Jey grabs at the arm Solo’s holding him with.

“What you doin’? What’s wrong with you, uce?!”

Solo has a wild look in his eyes, but he hesitates, huffing out hot air as he scowls at Jey.

Jey uses his remaining strength to shove out of Solo’s grasp. “You gonna hit me? M’your brother!! We your brothers not HIM!!” In hindsight it’s not the sort of thing he should be saying out loud in front of a crowd and cameras, but he doesn’t know how else to get through to Solo.

Jimmy appears in the ring, putting himself between Jey and Solo, reaching a hand out to the younger. “Ey, we cool? S’over uce, we won, there ain’t no need for this!”

Solo’s thick brow furrows but he gives a short nod. The ref nervously raises Solo’s fist and their music hits, but it sure doesn’t feel like a victory to Jey.

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Thank you for reading!! I'm hoping the next chapter doesn't take me two months to write 😅

[phanfictioncatalogue]

aaHhh theres a fic ive been desperate searching for. dan is a student, and his class goes on like an. excusion. field trip? something. and phil is a teacher who has to sub in as a supervising teacher. but they all stay at a hotel, and theres like. 2 per room. and no one wants to room w dan bc theyre homophobic? so phil rooms with dan. and they end up having a heart to heart about being queer. i think it was maybe also a 'theres only one bed' or perhaps 'the heater broke so we gotta keep warm by cuddling' thing. its been plagueing me for weeks.

snuggle up close, let me hold your pieces in place, even if just for a night (ao3) - natigail

Summary: It was just one thing after another really.

Broken down bus with a whole class of freshers.

Dingy hotel room that was cold as fuck.

No one wanting to share a room with Dan.

But then the TA Phil stepped up to the plate and defended Dan. Of course, it meant that the two of them ended up sharing a bed, and then the heater had to break. It's the perfect excuse for sharing body warmth and confessions.

-Rae

[arsenicflame]

fanfic trope: only one bed and amnesia

thank u !!! ha somehow i managed to get two with these exact tropes '''':)

Only One Bed:

C: Neutral. A good author might be able to sell it, but a bad one will kill it deader than dead.

in izzy fic we jump to:

B: Like it. Not one of my bigger cravings, but it can scratch a certain itch if I’m in the right mood.

its a fine trope, i just, have feelings about the plausibility of it. i like it used tactically in a story, not just thrown in there for the hell of it, yknow? it gets a big boost in izzyfic mostly because of the setting. 1) options are limited on a ship. 2) options are limited in port because its 1717. cant book ahead at all, bedding is expensive, it just feels More viable to me (though then i get thinking abt historical view on homosexuality and it becomes a whole thing i take tooooo seriously)

its not exactly only one bed but im a HUGE fan of scooping an injured Izzy into the captains bed (to keep an eye on him/because its the softest/etc) and then Ed & stede curling around him anyway, because its their bed.

Amnesia:

A: Love it. Spend my time combing AO3 for it

i already said a little earlier how i love whump, & this especially is so good. ive read it with a lot of ships i like, but for izzy specifically, i like playing around with who he might have been in the past. its not just about the loss of memories, its about remembering who he used to be too. its about the crew seeing a new, less stressed side of izzy, its about reminders of how ed & izzy's relationship used to be, theres so many layers to it that work especially well for these guys in particular! im also fond of how it can affect the stizzy relationship too (with either of them losing memories) and thats not even touching on sam... its always so good i swear

Give me a fanfiction trope and I’ll grade it

[swagglessmoth]

I’m gonna mention a few fics by name that have me hooked (some of them I’m pretty sure that have been discontinued but if there’s no note from the author then I’ll keep waiting 🤞)

1. On the edge of seventeen by Scratchienails (obviously) [ao3]

When I saw that the third chapter came out I went so feral I couldn’t read it for a full 45 minutes. That’s all I’m gonna say, I have three other full posts dedicated to this fic

By the same author theres also “But the sea changes colours” it’s based around the same idea that Roger never died but Roger and Shanks steal baby Luffy from Garp and Dragon (it’s very funny but I think it’s been discontinued)

2. A boy with a scar by Syluk [ao3]

It’s a fic about Luffy having been taken as a slave when he was a child and how this affects the story. It has 33 chapters and counting and IT IS SO GOOD AA. Really love when authors take into account all the consequences the changes of the au would have in canon, I mean, like characters that haven’t met the main crew yet still doing things off frame. And the characterization is on point, I love that

3. Blackout / How to catch a Shikari / Brothers under the moon by rikuai12 [ao3/fanfiction]

THIS AUTHOR RAAAAA

That’s all I’ll say

4. Maybe this is home by Lilian_lav [ao3]

At first I was kind of hesitant bc Luffy was kind of out of character and everyone hated him, but as the chapters went on the little cryptid fuck grew on me and so did on the other characters. It has 24 chapters and counting and it’s really fun how asl interact with the heart pirates (though I’m kind of only interested in luffy but that’s just bc I’m hyperfixating)

5. Beyond blood by Justcallmecookie [fanfiction]

This one has permanently marked me and I will never forget about it. It’s about Luffy running away from the government and trying to find Ace after they find out he is Dragon’s son and call on a buster call on Dawn island. Sadly it’s been discontinued but it’s still a really good plot, story and writing overall

Though there is this fic (Blood is thicker then water by ImHyperfixatingdontBotherMe [ao3]) that is inspired by this one and kind of taking their own spin on it. It’s still ongoing and I do recommend it even though it doesn’t have the same vive as the original

6. Colour the ocean red (to prove my love to you) by Epiphany_Of_SummerSunsets [ao3]

It’s super cute with mer teen Shanks and little Luffy, I love their interactions and with there were more fics about them. I also like the mystery with the murders going around and the fact that they made Rouge Garps daughter. Really in love with the whole Monkey D. Gol D. family with asl + Buggy

7. Luffy is Lost in The MHA/BNHA world, but he gets taken in by the Yaoyorozu's and attends school by AndreiStrambeanu [ao3]

…listen, hear me out..

Okay the title is pretty self explanatory and it may not be everyone’s cup of tea but I was bored and it was entertaining. The writing is kinda ass sometimes and there are a lot of plotholes (of which the author is concious about and doesn’t give any fucks) but it IS the author’s first fic (at least published on ao3) so I’ll give them the pass. It is meant to entertain not be a magnum opus, and it does it’s purpose. It is also still ongoing so I’ll take whatever I can

8. Almost giving up before we’ve even started by Leohanan [ao3]

THIS ONE OMG 💞💞

Incredible piece of literature, I loved every second of it. Rouge adopting asl is the best plot and idea ever and I love it. AND ITS COMPLETE 10/10 would read again

8. Tempus Edax Rerum (I think that’s how it’s spelled) by appl_juice [ao3]

Really cute with little Shanks time traveling and ending up with the strawhats, it only has 4 chapters and unfortunately I think it has been discontinued but it had a really good plot and didn’t feel ooc which adds extra points

9. Oden’s eldest by Alexiledit [ao3]

I’ll be careful with this one cause I know the author is on tumblr

I really like it, but not for the fic itself unfortunately, but for the posts about it they have on their tumblr (which expand much more on the au). The fic has one chapter and I think it’s been discontinued, the writing isn’t magnificent but I like the plot. I’ve actually made several pieces of fanart bc this au stuck to my brain and refused to let go for some time. I have a bad habit of taking characters I love and putting them in already existent family dynamics with characters that have nothing to do with them, so I see why I loved this au so much

There are others like Old truths by GreaterAwareness [ao3] Flashy brotherhood by Airuna [ao3] and Tomorrow before yesterday beguins by Staryty [ao3] (this one I’m still halfway though) which have amazing plots and writing but I got kind of bored (I think bc they focused more on Ace or other characters other than Luffy and I exclusively read Luffy centric fics) but they are amazing anyway and should still be acknowledged like the rest.

This is not a tier list, I’m not ranking them in any order whatsoever. I just like ranting

[fearowkenya]

Winds of Change -

Chapter 2: The Perfect Storm

Shuuji hangs there, breathless in its grip, and everything fades away until there’s nothing left but what he can see in that wild pair crimson eyes, swirling with anger, anguish, and above all else—fear. Maybe he’s too afraid to string together an apology, or maybe it’s that he knows there’s no use in offering one.  Either way, what a fitting end, for a pair of monsters to destroy one another.  But there’s always a critic, and today it’s Ryo.

Shuuji makes it out of the fight in the waterway alive, but somehow, it still goes horribly, horribly wrong.

AO3 link in source, and, as always, extended author's notes under the cut! (:

whoops! the chapter is late. I thought I'd have time to post it before my dads wedding yesterday, but wouldnt you know it, there wasnt quite enough time to get everything formatted properly without rushing thru it.  I was super tired after the wedding and tried my best to at least do my first proofreading before bed, but i kept dozing off. so here I am. better late then never!

this chapter was an absolute blast to write! i figured that one good way to really justify the groups collective paranoia was to let wendimon get VERY close to accomplishing a total party wipe. the mood I was going for was something similar to the hopelessness of trying to take down plutomon or boltboutamon - no matter how many megas get thrown at them, it never seems like enough. that's why I made wendimon a fair bit stronger than what's typical of a champion level digimon.

as I said in my author's notes on ao3, I think this kind of situation would definitely justify falcomons behavior too, both while hes actively arguing with minoru, as well as the time he spends refusing to return to the group even after minoru apologizes. falcomon has his insecurities like the rest of them, but hes always seemed to me like the one who is the most self-assured in who he is and what he cares about.

that's not to say that the others arent, but in terms of his understanding of the world and of himself, I find that falcomon is the one whose identity has the strongest foundation, and I think watching something like this happen to arguably the most gentle member of their group shakes that foundation to its core. 

even when the professor explains that this only happened because of a partner bond sustained severe damage, i think it would do very little to ease falcomon's worries -  it's hard to tell just how messed up minoru's self-image is under the big smiley front he puts up to hide his insecurities, and falcomon KNOWS that. but that's beyond the scope of what I'm exploring in this fic lol. it might be something I circle back to later on though! minoru is the character I find most interesting on my second run of truthful; there are SO many subtleties about him that i absolutely did not notice the first time around.

anyway, the waterway. hoo boy, the waterway. choreographing the waterway fight was probably the hardest part of writing this chapter. when I first drafted it, i was very confident in the image I had in my head of the waterway battlefield, but when I went to check screenshots, it turned out that I had it all wrong! so I had to rework the whole damn thing! which was really hard, because the biggest challenge was keeping track of where every single character was placed on the field!

the goal was to spread characters out so that they weren't all bunched together, but still located conveniently enough such that I could pull them into the fight with wendimon when necessary. in order to do this, i drew a big stupid diagram on actual physical paper made one big (temporary) change to the waterway battlefield which i doubt anybody noticed unless you, like me, are unhinged enough to study the structure of the in-game locations down to the smallest details.

in the game, a little behind the place on the map where you set your units, theres a gap on the left that usually has a treasure chest on the other side, one that you have to send a flying unit to retrieve unless you want to go alllllllllllll the way around. I needed to be able to get takuma, minoru, miu, and kaito over there so that arukenimon could be all menacing on the top of the stairs, but i couldnt figure out how to make it work without having to make them go past wendimon on the central path and around megaseadramon on the top left platform. so what I did is... close that gap.

but closing the gap created the problem where the kids could easily use that path to regroup with Shuuji and the others. which was inconvenient when i needed them to stay split up. so you can imagine how clever I felt when I had megaseadramon cut them off by destroying the stairs and putting the gap right back , which is what I meant when I said the change I made to the battlefield was temporary lmao

speaking of megaseadramon, when i was first writing this chapter, i was very overwhelmed at the idea of having to simultaneously balance the fight against wendimon with the fight against megaseadramon. splitting the party seemed like the obvious choice, but it felt very anticlimactic to be like "oh yeah here comes the other half of the group to the rescue, they kicked megaseadramon's ass off-camera lol"

by that same token, I didnt want to put TOO much focus on megaseadramon and detract from wendimon. so once again I felt like a genius when I realized that the solution was simply to have wendimon not only deal with megaseadramon, but raise the stakes and tension by demonstrating that it is on a completely other level compared to the other champion stage digimon. (in poor megaseadramon's defense, it was not at all expecting to be attacked by wendimon, and was likely at least a little worn-down by shellmon, sangloupmon, greymon, and diatrymon. I think it would have fared much better against wendimon in a clean one-on-one match.)

as for wendimons defeat, well... no matter how much I amp up its strength, I felt that taking a point-blank giga destroyer would probably do the trick. AND give us some truly horrific imagery. I struggled a LOT with that last couple of paragraphs, and I'm still not sure if I was able to give the exact image i wanted to leave off with at the very end.

while this chapter answered a bunch of questions asked in the first one, it also raised plenty more. theres some stuff i set up here that I'm really looking forward to people catching on to (: unless they've caught on already...?? heehee (: i wonder which things will take people by surprise, and which ones they saw coming a mile away...?

on that note, id love to hear what people think of the fic so far. kudos are nice and I greatly appreciate them, but nothing launches me over the moon quite like comments. I'm so curious to know what part(s) people liked best, both about this chapter and the first, as well as any predictions people have about the stuff I'm starting to hint at as I get further into the story. i won't confirm or deny anything of course, but it will make me smile so so so big.

please look forward to chapter 3! I'll evaluate when exactly I'm posting it as the week goes on, as im currently away from home and have a bunch of busy days coming up - I'll be sitting thru a 4 hour car ride on sunday and trying to see some friends on monday before I fly home on Tuesday , so I cant say with any certainty when chapter 3 will be out other than at some point within that Sunday-Monday-Tuesday timeframe. thank you for reading, please consider leaving a comment, and until next time!

[suffarustuffaru]

I've read some rezero crossover fanfics , but I really don't understand why some people like to impose the whole background and character traits of other characters on certain characters in Rezero, and some fics even directly stated that A in Rezero is in fact B from a certain work, which is very bizarre and disrespectful to both canon source material, it's like B is cosplaying A but is a completely different person on the inside, if you want to insert a character from other works into the rezero world why don't you just keep their original identity and characteristics? Personally, I really hate this type of rezero crossover fics tbh :///

anon i understand you so much hah.

i joined this fandom months before season 2 started airing, so i was there to see rz ao3 pick up and the fanfic scene in rz be more established—so seeing this trend in rz fic has always really confused me tbh?? 😅 and i dont personally like it either for the same reasons you stated. its just one of those rz fanfic tropes that i 1. am not very fond of and 2. am continuously confused by given these arent very fandom typical trends, theyre extremely rz fandom specific if that makes sense (the react fic trend… re:forgotten… etc)? and i dont often see crossovers treated like this in other fandoms, and rz in general seems to be a fandom that really enjoys fic because its kind of. astounding?? that theres a whole fanfic thread that gets continuously renewed on rz reddit and is almost always pinned right at the top of the page. its rare to get a fandom that very openly acknowledges its fic in this way i feel? but you know, you go on that fic thread and you see a lot of people suggesting crossover ideas that—as you said anon—tend to be very “rezero but character a is character b”?? its like such a commonplace thing that occasionally i just go through that thread out of curiosity and read it like you would a morning newspaper hah and you cant go more than a minute without seeing a crossover idea like that.

and if anyone else is seeing this and confused on what the hell that means, one example i see a lot is “rezero but subaru is guts from berserk” wkfndnd

i think subaru is the one this happens most to, just because various audiences have various relationships with subaru, mainly because there tends to be a habit of 1. using him as a self-insert and 2. thinking hes absolute hellspawn or the best most perfect person to ever exist with zero nuance, so the whole “person a is now person b in everything but name and looks” thing is so. telling. like sometimes when i see people talk about a character like subaru it always boggles my mind because its like?? do you… even like subaru as he is? and if youre warping rezero to be more like that other media youre crossing it over with, do you even like rezero either? anon saying “its like B is cosplaying A but is a completely different person in the inside” is exactly how it feels like?? T^T

and of course its not as if you cant write crossovers. i love seeing crossovers!! i read some crossovers myself and ive written a whole bunch of crossovers and i come up with all sorts of ideas. its super fun to do and i completely get it. but the “person a is person b” thing is odd to me because at the heart of it, it feels like it basically means “*insert character* but theyre not actually themselves”. and of course its not like you cant make AUs where things are changed from canon, or AUs where the character grows and changes in general even if its different from canon. but theres a difference between “im gonna put this character through shenanigans and see how they change as a person but theyre ultimately still the same deep down and im examining how theyd most likely realistically act in this situation if this happened to them” vs “im gonna change the entire point of this character until theyre only recognizable in name”. i feel like it completely misses exactly what makes these characters and stories so good in the first place.

also side note: headcanons are a whole different thing because thats just “i have specific ideas about how this character is like” and is usually fine unless youre being pushy about it or condemning others for having (innocent!!) hcs you dont agree with wkdndn

and okay, i also get it if people have issues with how characters or media are written and want to change it. i myself have issues sometimes with how tappei handles rezero, but i still like rezero and so many of its characters. you can critique a media without trying to change what the heart of it is, and rezero for example is ultimately a story with a lot of heart to it and clear purpose behind so much of its writing. and its clear to see some things this crossover trend because so much of it is done with subaru. because it 1. misses the point of all of subarus nuances, complexities, the intent behind his character writing, and what makes him so good in the first place and 2. shows that people dont want him to actually be subaru. they want him to be someone else, which is ironically a plot point that comes up again and again in rezero wkdndnd. its interesting that it comes up so much in rezero too, because i feel like its in part most likely commentary on how audiences react to subaru and often try to change him to fit what they want.

but yeah thats just my thoughts on this whole crossover trend in general 👍👍

[crimson0lake]

Bsd: One Time Sanity

Chapter-2:

THERES TWO OF THEM NOW-

Main M.list

BSD: One Time Sanity M.list

A.n: The chapters might come early or very late than what it planned sometimes but normally I try to post a single chapter two one fic. I felt like I should explain the schedule so this is it. Some weeks might not even have a chalet posted cause of many things (holidays, birthdays, some rest days, exams or etc) but I'll try to be active on Tumblr and AO3. Also I didnt know how a mafia would break in a house, so it turn out like a little bit of police breaking in a house.. sorry in advance there.

Warnings: Swears (both in English and Spanish), Mentions of blood and stitches, guns, beaten up coffee machine-

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At the midnight of the day, while the earth was ready to turn for another day, the port mafia executive was roaming in a back alley with a irritated look and three paper reports in his hand.

'Im roaming all the city for the past two days... Those troublemakers better be one of these three buildings or I might fucking lose it' he thinks as he grith his teeth, making his way towards the one of the tallest skyscraper's back door.

The backdoor was oddly empty, which caused a slight uncertainty place in Chuuya's mind yet he didn't have that much of time now. He just wanted to finish this mission and forget about all of this even happened in first place.

The back door was connected to the storage room for the employees and kitchen tools.

As Chuuya examine the room, he spotted a box, which looked out of the place with how damaged it looked. He made his way towards the box carefully and lift the box's lid. Only to find a coffee machine with a broom stabbed through it.

'Why there's a broken coffee machine down here?..' He questioned 'and why there's chilli and milk on it-?'

He looked at the machine again before closing the lid and leaving, hoping to forget what he just saw.

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The way to the room, number 99 was a bit more messy than he thought it would be.

First the employees and cleaners were all around the main hall, he almost trip and fell and reveal his identity in his disguise.

Then there was a pair of old couple and three body guards in the elevator, the whole elevator ride was not soo much stressing but he had to answer soo many questions from the elderly couple and the guards keep staring at him.

Yet it was over now..! Hopefully...

As he walk in the halls of the 50th floor with careful and silent steps he was on alert for anyone might be in the hall or the same floor. But maybe for his fortune it was all empty. And the room he needed to go was in

He finally stood near the front door of the room 99 and leaned his ear close the door before start listening.

'...Seems like they are in the room.' Chuuya thought before waiting some more minutes before finding the perfect time to break the door with his pistol in his hands.

—Drop everything you have and raise your hands! 

He speak firmly before a head peek from one of the rooms he guess was living room.

—Oh, You were right, they sent a executive here!

The man with black short hair speak in the flat before another voice spoke with annoyance and irritation.

—So? GET RID OF IT THEN.

The man turned to Chuuya before the ginger could even utter another word and cough on his tea so hard that it come from his nose.

—Da Fuck-!?

Chuuya grimaced his face with annoyance, how can this man could have made fun of his height while he point a gun at hi-

—... Just one question, what's your name-?

The man finally speak between his coughs and the paper towel he is pressing his nose to wipe the tea.

—It doesn't concerns you.

Chuuya replied with annoyance, irritation and seriousness before tightening his grip on the gun once again.

—So you two were the ones who mess with the Port Mafi-

—Yeah, yeah. Can you wait a second, you'll understand why I asked that soon.

The man stuffed Chuuya's words in his mouth, taking him back of how casual and calm he sounded despite BEING FUCKING THREATENED BY A GUN. 

—ANDRES GET YOUR ASS HERE!!!

He shouted towards other hall which replied with a loud chair throwing and soon a door opening.

—¡¿Qué carajo quieres?!

A boy get out from the room with an annoyed and mad face before completely freezing (like a computer-) as soon as Chuuya and his eyes met. Same ginger hair, same blue eyes and the fucking short height-

Chuuya was no different than him too... Did he just found his lost twin??? 'No it can't be, he is way younger than me... Than can he be a cl-. NO. There should be a proper explanation to this.. this.. this fucking coincidence' 

The man looked at the both before rubbing his templates with an "I'm not getting enough money to deal with this" expression. 'THERES TWO OF THEM NOW.. MY WALLET CANT HANDLE THIS ANYMORE'

The other young ginger sip his coffee before suddenly turning away and walking back into the room he just get out and close his door with a loud crash

—Thats too fucking early to deal with this now-

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After some minutes in the silence, the short black haired man turns to Chuuya with a nervous and yet somehow fatherly smile-

—Do... you want to drink tea?

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H—So you are a Mafia Executive?

It been an hour since that.. "coincidence". The young ginger boy, who Chuuya learn was Andres still haven't get out of that room since than and he was sitting in the living room with a tea cup in his hands with Haruto.

C—Yeah...

And for the past hour he was there even though Haruto tried to make things less awkward with a conversation but it wasnt exactly helping with how everything was mixed and tied to every other thing was now more getting complex by every minute.

H—You should drink your tea... It's.. getting cold, you know..? Don't worry I didn't put any poison or anything in it, you watched me pour mine and yours an hour ago.

Haruto mumble calmly with a small hint of a little sadness and disappointment yet still calm and firm as a stone like an hour ago.

Chuuya nod as a reply yet couldn't bring himself to drink more than a small sip.

H—Confusing and... A little scary, right?

C—Hm..?

The ginger executive turns to short black haired man with a confused and curious look as Haruto just smiled with a understanding and fatherly expression as he glance back at Chuuya with a smile.

H—Hearing you might have sibling, after so long by all yourself. You current job doesn't helps at all too...

C—You sound like a very experienced man with your words now.

H—Heh, I might not look like it, but I am very experienced with gangs and mafias. Like you.

Haruto laughed loudly before putting his tea on the table.

H—All of my body was covered in scars and stitches!

C—What-?!

Chuuya speak loudly back at him with the same loud voice Haruto spoke just then.

H—Yeah! I was sent to hospital took much that the old lady once didn't let me get in the shop!

C—What-!?

Haruto was laughing while Chuuya was just all confused and shocked yet he couldn't lie that Haruto's this acts were helping feel less awkward and less serious than an hour ago.

Yet like every good thing, this comes to an end as well.. With a loud door opening Andres get inside the living room with a small box in his hands

A—Okay, you two stop now. I could hear you two laugh even in the office.

Haruto sigh before speaking calmly, somehow this man got a stone's patient and can put up with this.. gremlin.

'I despise you, Haruto.. how can you just not get irritated with this child' Chuuya thought as he look at Andres with confusion, he was slightly scared and worried about the small box in his hands, yet he won't ever admit this out loud.

H—What are you holding, Andres?

A—I found one of the DNA tests we sneak out from mom's office. I didn't know there was one left but I managed to find one.

C—A.. DNA test? For what..?

Young ginger turned to Chuuya before speaking in a casual yet still distant tone, he acted like he was speaking about a casual day of school.

A—For you, dumbass. 

Chuuya raise one of his eye brows yet before he say anything, Haruto was first to reply to young creature.

H—This is the worst way possible to inform someone that they might have meet with their siblings.

C—A WHAT-??!

A—Well i wasn't planning on saying him anything if he wasn't but you just revealed everything so I'm just leaving every fucking explanation from this point to your hands, my dear brother.

Haruto looked at Andres before Chuuya's wide and just shocked, questining life face before slapping his forehead with a small curse under his breath.

Andres just stayed calm even though how much he looked like he wants to kick Haruto and just slap his mistake to his face over and over again for the next few years. He then clear his throat and turned to Chuuya with a firm and serious look.

A—Anyways, give me your arm so I could get blood from you.

C—wait-. WHAT-?!

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"Why are you doing this to yourself, Hirotsu?" Short blond haired man spoke with a sigh as he continues to bandage the teen on the chair with a calm yet worried look. 

"But I win the fight.." Hirotsu try to protest as he keep his gaze on the floor of the small bar.

It wasn't much to be corcerned about, it was yet another fight the two boys encountered. Like every other fight they keep getting in their still short lives.

Hirotsu hissed at the burning of the medical alcohol that Lupin pour on the towel he is using to clean Hirotsu's cuts. 

Lewis was in Lupin's position at front of the bar, getting the orders and helping Lupin to worry less about the work and focus on Hirotsu.

"You two... Hirotsu, just remember, you can't win every fight! Even if you are stronger than your opponents, there always will be a chance and there be a time when you lose to someone that is weaker than you. Your ability isn't the only thing that makes you stronger." Lupin spoke under his breath with barely audible voice, only enough for Hirotsu to hear him.

Hirotsu in the other hand, turned to Lupin before looking away slowly with a sad and guilty face. "Sorry.."

"Don't be sorry, just don't die. I don't think neither you or Lewis can go on without neither of you."

"You think so?"

"I don't think so, I know it. You two aren't just called double black for nothing. I even thought you two were twins when I first met you two.."

Hirotsu smirked before hitting Lupin's arm with a playful gesture "Don't mess with me! You knows I thought you were 40 years old when we first met!"

"HEY! IM NOT THAT OLD"

"YOU ARE-!"

Lupin hit Hirotsu with a newspaper he rolled with a angry and offended look

"IM NOT OLD"

[ghoulodont]

the ghoulette phenomenon: my hypotheses

1: more people as a whole are drawn to m/m content. men who are attracted to men are drawn to content that is relatable to them, women who are attracted to men generally are drawn to m/m content because it removes women from the equation which can be very freeing by creating a dynamic that pushes against patriarchal norms. there probably are not a lot of exclusively straight men in the fandom. lesbians are (running away so i dont have to talk about it). these are all just rules of thumb and anyone can like any content but the point is its unlikely to naturally "even out" somehow between different demographics within the fandom

2: all characters who are not at the front of the stage and free to move around are less developed. swiss is sort of the exception because he manages to have so much personality while trapped on his little stage. mountain lovers can attest to this. all of the ghoulettes are confined to the back part of the stage

3: there is very little content about the ghoulettes, and this is self-perpetuating. when im scrolling through ao3 i dont want to read every fic necessarily. for fics at least, people pick content based on the tags/tropes/kinks it contains. when theres less choice, its less likely to find something you want to read. i think people sort of give up on finding content theyre interested in. then authors get no feedback and dont write anything

i think overall it makes most sense when you consider that fandom is sort of a self-propelling machine, and the energy in and out parallel each other. things that are popular grow, things that are less popular shrink.

regarding the feeling that its performative, i think its easy and logical to assume that interest or requests for ghoulette content will result in disappointment. but i do think jump-starting the system will result in not only more content but more interest, and more feedback. i think some of these reasons that ghoulettes are less popular are inherent to fandom in general, but they can be countered with effort

[hertwood]

dts s4 e1-3

e1: -OK this was my first dts epsiode EVER it is so special and nostalgic 2 me its the start of EVERYTHING i do not accept s4 slander in this house!!!!!! -daniel is SO optimistic abt mclaren thats so sad 😭😭😭😭 -i think as a first episode for me this was GREAT for setting the scene. this is the first time in the entire series where they have a dedicated segment to the team principals and their rivalries and i think that is so so so important to be able to look at it through that lense moving forward -"[bottas] was moaning and bitching like you wouldn't believe" ok whatever u say moaning and bitching multi-world champion christian horner -"toto inhereted something already well oiled" wasn't brawn/mercedes struggling till he came along or am i wrong. like he joined and a year later they won their first championship. like am i missing something -"darling, i'm not riding bottas" is such an underrated iconic dts quote -i wish i was fuckin there to see nikita crash in his first fucking lap. iconic -love it when commentators say "oh thats a reaaaally interesting strategy call" its clearly code for what the fuck are they doing -i'm so jealous of yall who got to watch this race season live this opening round is SUCH a narratively beautiful start of the season and dts captures it well!!

e2: -i've started watching this while manicly cleaning my apartment so i have nothing to say abt the beginning bit soz -max f cameo!!! v important 2 me :) -michael & daniel are so kaylor coded to me. i know some ppl are like "oh they were never friends they were just coworkers" and i'm like CLEARLY thats full of shit just bc they've fallen out doesnt mean you need to retcon the friendship they had. its sad to see when it was good bc clearly there were good parts. if only we could know -this is the danny ric girlie orgin story 2 ME LETS FUCK SHIT UP -this is such an iconic lando episode 2 me as well! "1 nill down already fuck shit fuck" thats MY baby nothing has changed clearly -"the fireworks for me?" "they can be" 🥺🥺🥺🥺 -"what if i'm just a cunt" is such an important daniel quote to me it is actually deep LISTEN. why must we be expected to be calm n collected n positive in the face of adversity. why must we put on a brave face. our negative emotions deserve to exist without defining us. ANYWAY -i never even remember what exactly happens each monaco weekend i just know that ferraris gonna shit the bed somehow -OH this episode was the FIRST time i opened ao3 carlando interact for like 10 seconds at the end of the episode and i was immediately oh theres DEFINITELY fic of them fucking. in abundance. i just know it

e3: -having season 4 be the first season i watched just permanently altered my brain chemistry the 4433 brainrot is REAL they get near eachother on track i go NUTS they are everything to me. you'd ship them too if you werent a coward -LOVE every single segment with susie. she is so wise i could listen to her narrate the whole f1 season all day -pierre still doing red bull's dirty work i see OH MY GOD HES NEVER GONNA PICK YOU -ROSCOE -unfortunately i am still and will always be a mercedes girl in my SOUL. my bad -i think lewis is taking the piss when he talks abt not being an aggressive driver. is he the /most/ aggressive driver? no. but christian is unfortunately right. also reminds me of how in the 07-08 season there was a race where he got a huge penalty bc he was "too aggressive" and there was all sorts of talk abt how he was too aggressive of a driver 🙄🙄 anyway 4433 cinematic parallels -the way ppl STILL bring this crash up gets me mad like i promise no one was trying to have a nasty crash on purpose--they just happen sometimes. no one should fault lewis for celebrating either--it was his home race and he could've easily not know and you think max would want his apologies and platitudes? NO. also currently they're both clearly not hung up on it so idk why (mostly max fans) (only some obviously) are still hung up on it. "lewis could've killed max" and max could've killed lewis in monza in that case they're fucking even let it fucking go -but there is no way that boy wasnt CONCUSSED as FUCK you can just tell with that 1000 yard stare they shouldn't have let him drive again so quickly tbh -however i DO agree w toto saying max gets away w/ driving aggressively bc most ppl will bail out and i do think that is somewhat true. not to say max is the only driver with this mindset but i do think theres some truth to that -aldskjfalksjfalksdjf im looking up articles abt the incident and this reddit thread said that alex thought the penalty was fair i am KISSING HIM on the mouth

[teamfortresstwo]

OKAY SO . THERES this character who only I care for within the fandom named Dr Pilchard from the song The Ignomiois Demise of Dr Pilchard and at the end he dies(?) but it’s kinda dubious what really happened . I like to headcanon that he got mechanized (if you look at the ao3 tag, there are at least 2 fics in which he has a mechanized dick so I’m going with that) and now kinda just fucks around . He’s characterized by his greed and that makes me think he just tries to scam as many people as he can . Fails, becomes a fugitive from trying it on the wrong guy (my man is known for biting off more than he can choose) and lives on the run .

And then there’s another guy, Inspector Lyf, from the bifrost incident which you should listen to because it’s amazing and I don’t want to spoil it, who at the end of the album chooses to flee from their home . So I think that during this time, while they only takes brakes to fill up their tank and get boozed up, they would run into Dr Pilchard in some backwater bar and he’d try to scam them, as he is oft to do, and they’d trauma dump on him . And he’d be like wowza! Hey aren’t you worried about your ship breaking down ? Well well well it just so happens I’m a brilliant scientist I could help you out . So he gets added to their party and this begins the start of The Impliments (my name for this au because it’s like the off brand mechanisms get it you get it.)

After this, I imagine they’d continue picking up more of the more obscure characters in a similar fashion . The second of which being Briar Rose, whomst they find having been left stranded on a dying asteroid, having created craters in a fit of rage . Seeing the power wafting off of her, Dr Pilchard suggests they use her as a sort of energy source, and immediately gets the shit kicked out of him due to Prior Briar Lore reasons . She would’ve gone in for the kill too but Lyf stops her and she sounds and looks enough like the guy who saved her (Johnny D’Ville) for her to take his advice . Now Lyf is a good guy, outside of his past profession, so he offers to fly her to a different planet, but she decides to stay with him . She’s always been curious and full of wonder for the world so I imagine she’d be very happy to get to see the galaxy.

But before they take off, she mentions how this ‘asteroid’ in fact used to be a completely whole planet that was reduced to what it is now by Frankenstein’s AI years ago, and she assumes that the AI is still around here, merely underground . Lyf advises against going to find it, but Dr Pilchard insists so they venture down and find Frankenstein being tortured by the AI . In a fit of rage, the AI almost captures all of them, but Briar Rose is a fucking powerhouse so she takes it no issue . (Plus the fact that the AI kinda ran out of bombs and bullets a while back doesn’t really help)

With thay, Frankenstein is freed and says they should get rid of her AI, but Briar Rose feels connection to it and Dr Pilchard is curious about it so they merely have Frankenstein reprogram it to make it less good at connecting to stuff and keep it as company . (This turns out not to work too well, though, given the AI eventually figures out a loophole that allows it to connect to Lyf’s ship, but at that point it’s gotten attached so it doesn’t end up doing much with it .)

Can I tell you an au I have for a band that you do not listen to involving characters you do not care for (the mechanisms)

Yes this is awesome and I will listen with limited knowledge of context😁‼️‼️‼️

[biohazard2017]

ok but like im actually really mad about how fandom treats the relationships in hades<3 rant in tags<3

[squiddybeifong]

Table for Two, Chapter 9

On Ao3 here:

Atole and Dracula

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Barbara smiled as Raven helped her through the doorway, infinitely glad that her girlfriend’s apartment was on the first floor. As she shed her water-soaked sweater, Babs heard as the door shut and felt when the baker placed a kiss to her temple. 

Raven’s hands rubbed her goosebump-covered arms, worried that her favorite redhead was going to shiver her freckles off, “You wanna shower? There’s still plenty of hot water.”

“I’m fine,” Emerald eyes beamed up at her, “I’ve got you to keep me warm.”

There was a crack of thunder and both women looked to the window, seeing as the downpour of Gotham’s spring showers continued. Raven’s lips quirked down into a frown at the chill in the air, her apartment’s heating not enough to keep up with the old building’s draft. 

“How about I fix us up something to drink?”

Once she was sure that Babs was dry enough, she let the librarian get comfortable on the couch and headed to the kitchen. Brushing aside the cookbooks that she’d yet to put away and regretfully gazing at the still-soaking mixing bowls she accidentally left out overnight a few days ago, Raven considered the teas she had. Scrunching her nose when no particular flavor called out to her, her gaze settled on the bag of masa harina that Kori left behind after their last tortilla-filled study session. Peeking into her ever-growing spice cabinet to check that she had enough cinnamon, Raven called over her shoulder, “You ever tried atole?”

Babs hummed back, her attention on setting everything up the best she could with one hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna make some?”

Pulling out the brown sugar and checking that she had enough milk, Raven nodded to herself, “I think I have enough for both of us.”

Quickly grabbing a pot, Raven’s steps faltered as she caught sight of Babs relaxing on her couch, her arms in the air as she stretched. Her heart fluttering at the curve of her shoulders and the lazy way her glasses nudged out of place the baker was overcome with the urge to kiss her girlfriend. Feeling heat flush her face, Raven bit her lip and hastened to cook their drinks as fast as she could. 

When the smell of cinnamon and warm milk began to fill the air Babs grabbed her bag and pulled out her most recent check-out. She peeked at the thick square of plastic in her hand, smiling down at the dramatic painting that lined its cover. Gotham’s Public Library held many classics within its walls but this ensemble cast was supposedly the best audiobook that they carried. 

She slid the disc into the side of Raven’s old laptop, smiling as her girlfriend sat down next to her. Holding the two mugs of atole as pale hands wrapped them up in a few well-worn crocheted blankets, Babs sank against the warmth of her girlfriend’s side. There was a dull whir as the disc spun in Raven’s laptop, slightly shaking the machine as the audiobook prepared to play. 

A hum slipped out of Barbara as she took as big of a sip as the heat of her drink would allow, already feeling the cold being pushed out of her limbs. 

The audiobook started to play, filling the room and drowning out the patter of rain outside. As the cast began their rendition of Stoker’s most famous novel, Raven lazily trailed her fingertips up and down her girlfriend’s bicep to trace the top of her cast and then slide back up, gray eyes closing as she listened to the story. Her black nail polish was sharp against the dull white of Barbara’s cast, matching the multiple signatures and doodles that temporarily adorned her arm.

Pale pink lips spread into a lazy smile as Babs kept shifting against her side, the words coming out in a drawl, “Someone’s antsy.”

“And someone’s fingers are very warm,” The redhead immediately countered. There was half a  beat of silence and then Raven let out a laugh, her shoulders shaking as Babs buried her face in the crook of her neck, realizing what she had just said.

As the audio continued Babs pushed through her slight embarrassment, sing-songing out, “Well,  you know what they say about dark hair and handsomely good looks…” 

Gray eyes flicked to her face, not even trying to hide her amusement. Raven raised a brow as she playfully noted, “Last time I checked, Dracula was dark and ominous, not a pretty redhead.”

That got her a kiss to the underside of her jaw. Raven laughed at the sensation, tilting her head back and just barely remembering not to spill her drink as Babs nuzzled against her pulse. She felt as the librarian’s lips spread into a content smile against her skin and let her head completely fall back against the couch’s back, her heart thundering at how happy she was.

The rain continued to pound on the window but neither one minded. Babs wiped away any smudge her chapstick may have left of the baker’s neck and sipped at her drink, sighing in content as she rested her full weight against Raven. 

Another languid kiss was pressed to the back of her head. Smiling like the lovestruck fool that she was, Babs let her eyes close as she listened to the muffled beat of Raven’s heart. She balanced in that state of comfort-induced sleepiness as the next chapter started and Simon Vance’s voice filled the air.