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darklydeliciousdesires · 7 months ago

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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Ten.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

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Words - 3,738

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, look at this!” Greta announced from her seat upon the rear porch, Emily’s foot in her lap as she and her friend both jointly painted one another’s toenails their usual shade of red. “The menfolk have returned triumphant with a big ole’ corpse!”

“And I see you’re livin’ it up true to long weekend form, sittin’ over there all fried on gin rickeys!” Angelo called back, Greta and Emily snorting with laughter. They were a little merry, feeling that they could shrug off any responsibility they felt bound by morality to uphold, returning to a relieving sight of Filomena listening to records in the lounge while drinking tea, Guiseppe off fishing in the middle distance, and Milania keeping Alessio entertained.

“I’ll get it cut and gutted, fellas.” Robert spoke as they carried it around to the side of the house, where a small outbuilding was located. While he went about dealing with the carcass, the women guessing that the probability of a fresh venison dinner was very high that night, their men went upstairs to wash and change, joining them afterwards with a large whiskey a piece.

“You two had a good day?” Luca asked, jerking his head in the direction of the lounge as he quietened, “and has there been any issues from her in there?”

“Hungover this morning,” Emily mouthed, leaning a little closer to him, “Alessio came and woke me at eight, and she finally got up about forty-five minutes later. She hasn’t been unpleasant or anything, though. Just keeping herself to herself.”

His eyebrows twitched, reaching to rest his hand on her thigh. “Good. I ain’t got no more patience for her shit.” She could understand that, knowing Luca as well as she did. His threshold for nonsense was virtually zero, and she knew too that it had planted a seed of concern, should Filomena be wandering around drunk while she was solely in charge of the kids, since the nanny he paid didn’t live in with them.

Later that evening, once again the woman in question sat at the end of the table only engaging with her children over dinner, knocking back glass after glass of wine, Milania repeatedly looking over at her father with wide eyes.

“Fil, you need to slow it down,” he spoke eventually once the plates had been cleared, leaning forward in his seat. “You put away a bottle to yourself. You want a pickled liver?”

“Says he with a cognac in his hand,” she muttered into her glass, gulping on the Cabernet Sauvignon like she was drawing strength from the deep red liquid.

His mouth tightened, muttering something under his breath that made Emily place a discreet, supportive hand to his thigh beneath the table. “I ain’t the one knockin’ ‘em back like water. You’re making our kids worry, and that ain’t gonna happen on my watch.”

“Fine.” Standing up, she grabbed the almost full second bottle she’d just begun working her way into, a smile of gritted teeth cracking her unimpressed face. “Allow me to move so it’s not on your watch.”

Her sneer had her daughter sighing, Emily wishing she could reach across the table to offer comfort, but knowing she’d likely make things worse if she tried. At least the kid let Greta wrap her up in a hug, advising that maybe it was time for her and her brothers to head up to bed and escorting them.

Her own sons went to go listen to jazz in the front lounge, the guys going to play cards, Greta joining Emily outside once more once she’d got the little ones settled.

They sat enjoying the last of the wine, neither mentioning the black cloud that was Filomena hanging over them and their long weekend away, both separately hoping she actually find a little dignity and knock her behaviour on the head. Instead, they spoke of happier things, like Greta detailing an embarrassing event from a vacation she and her family had taken to Spain a few years back.

“So, I was there, queuing up with the boys again to send ‘em down the water slide, and this woman is behind me. She taps me on the shoulder, and I don’t know much Spanish at all save a few words to get me by, but she said something I recognised about swimsuit. I thought she being complimentary over mine, so thanked her and turned around. This broad taps me again, saying the same thing so I’m like “si señorita, gracias”, and I turn around again. She taps me a third time with these wide eyes, pointing at my ass, which I turned to see was sticking out through a gigantic rip in my swimsuit!”

Emily was in hysterics. “Oh my god!” she cried, “and you’d been walking around like that with your cheeks on show for how long?”

“Couldda been all damned day, dolly! Nobody told me! What in the good god is that, huh? Letting a woman walk around bare assed!”

“I flashed most of fifth avenue last year, when we had that terrible, windy weather just before Christmas. My dress almost went over my head, I was screaming, and Luca? Did my guy help me? Did he hell. He was walking along, shoulders shaking, and I swear I have never heard him laugh like that when he finally turned to me and my beetroot face. He roared!”

“Strange, ain’t it? When the taciturn guys really cut loose with the laughter. He don’t take enough time to see the fun side of life sometimes, your guy, but when he does, hoo, boy!”

“Tell me about it!” she enthused, “we went to go and see that Harold Lloyd movie at the flicks a while back, Safety Last, it was. He couldn’t stop laughing, all the way home, too, and then I thought he was over it. Nope. We were in the middle of having sex and he just snorts and starts up again! I slapped him so damned hard for thinking of a movie when he should have been concentrating on me, and he’s just there, carrying on, apologising, but still laughing!”

“Oh my god! I wouldda made him sleep on the couch!” Greta gasped through her giggles.

“I nearly did! I was furious!”

They continued their laughter, Emily pouring out the last of the wine, hearing the doors open softly, lighting herself a cigarette that Greta had offered. She was hoping to turn around and see Luca, so she could speak the name Harold Lloyd and watch him fall apart, but instead saw the one face she didn’t particularly relish in seeing.

“So,” Filomena spoke, taking a seat at the top of the table, her wine glass replaced for gin, it looked. And smelled. “How many times’a day ar-you layin’ my husband, hmm?”

Oh, god. She was steaming.

“He ain’t your husband anymore, Fil. And it’s rude of you to be asking Emily that,” Greta spoke, drawing her shoulders up as she turned to Emily, giving her a look of support.

“M’just sayin’, it bhetta be ha-lot, y’know. ‘Cuz if ya don’t, he’ll h-only gho lookin’ elsewhere.” She smirked, chuckling into her glass. “He does like the whores, ahfter all.”

Emily could feel her cheeks starting to burn, Greta fixing her with a look, mouthing “stand up for yourself!” before drawing fiercely upon her cigarette.

“You’re embarrassing yourself, Filomena,” she sighed, calming her breathing, knowing that truly, she was the one with the upper hand. She had what the woman wanted, after all. She had him. “Listen, I’d really like us to get along, for the sake of the children. I’m going to be in Luca’s life for the foreseeable. It’s important we at least act civilly towards one another.”

Her words were fair and delivered with quiet cool, Greta smiling proudly. Filomena was only furtherly thunderous.

“You smug lil’ cunt,” she spat, eyeing her with displeasure as she rose to her feet, wobbling, knocking back the rest of her drink. “You ain’t shpecial, y’know. Garbage! That’s s’what y’are!”

Emily raised her eyebrows, smiling. “And yet I’m special enough for your ex-husband to be faithful to. With how vile that mouth of yours is, I can see why he looked anywhere except you for so long.”

Greta winced, unable to stop her nervous giggles at her friend’s sudden swell of bravery, her little show of confidence, those acidic words burning right to Filomena’s core.

It was not taken well.

Her grip tightened upon the empty gin glass, hurling it right at Emily’s face, who ducked with impressive speed, the vessel smashing against the side of the house. “Vile fuckin’ cunt bitch! Gimme m’husband back or I’ll fuckin’ have y’killed!”

She lunged, stumbling, the only thing stopping her being Greta reaching to push her away, Angelo and Luca appearing.

“The fuck is goin’ on?” the latter asked, brows knitting.

“She’s just thrown a glass at Emily, and a barrage of abuse,” Greta spoke, pushing Filomena, her hand retreating when the feral woman scratched her with a yell.

That was it. Now she’d fucked up.

Luca strode for her, grabbing a handful of her dress and hauling her away from the table, turning her around as he pushed her back against the house, a pressed hand to her chest keeping her there.

“Listen to me, and fuckin’ listen good,” he hissed, grasping her jaw and forcing her to give him eye contact. “Sort yourself out, you fuckin’ tragic mess of a woman. Either you get your act together, or those kids, they come and live with me full time. I ain’t trusting a messy fuckin’ drunk to take care of ‘em, and believe me, you ever, ever threaten Emily again, and your ass is out on the streets and your alimony stops dead. You understand me?”

He could do that easily, too. The payments he gave to Filomena were not court ordered, a huge chunk coming out of his illegitimate earnings, so there was truly nothing she could do to stop him from ceasing the four hundred a week she got to take care of herself, the children, or the house still in his name. He knew that the dissolution of his marriage was mostly his fault, but this, this drunken lashing out, it was all her.

“Fuck off.” she slurred, pulling herself free of his grasp as she waved her hand around “Fuck all’a youse!” Off she staggered into the house, Greta saying she’d go fetch a broom to deal with the glass, Emily walking to Luca and pulling him into a hug.

“I'm sorry, honey. That was mostly my fault, I shouldn’t have gotten sassy with her but in my defence, I was pissed off with her mouth,” she spoke, sighing, feeling his arms tighten around her before he let go.

“Ain’t nothin’ you could have said that warranted her throwin’ a fuckin’ glass at your face, EJ. She’s the one in the wrong, not you.”

“I know,” she lamented, rubbing his arms before moving to shift the table back, seeing Greta with a broom and newspaper in her hands emerging from the house. “I could have been a little more mature than taunting the woman that I’m the one you stuck faithful to.”

“That ain’t immature,” he spoke, moving the chair for her, “that’s plain fact, doll.”

“And you did start being very cordial and adultlike in the face of her childishness, my sweet,” Greta spoke, shifting past to begin sweeping the glass, Emily taking the paper from under her arm and bending to carefully begin placing the larger shards onto it. “Telling her that you really wanted for you both to be cordial at the very least for the sake of the children. That’s probably what lit her fuse, to be honest. She knows you’re the bigger woman, as well as the one her husband is doing more damned laying with than a lino company.”

Luca couldn’t help but laugh at that, and when it was just them again back in their bedroom, he made sure to lay her very, very thoroughly.

“When you said you’d take the kids off of her, if she didn’t get herself sorted, how would that happen?” Emily asked, lying with her leg rested over his hips, Luca’s hand drawing idle swirls across her soft skin. “We don’t have the room in the apartment. It’d be difficult with school as well, since Manhattan is an almost an hour’s drive away.”

“Not if we moved to the city,” he replied, turning to look at her. “We need a proper place to live instead of an apartment above a gin joint. I want the kids to spend more time with me, you too, and then there’s the matter of our own kids as well.” He reached for her stomach, stroking it with a smile. “Can’t wait to see this belly all rounded with my baby.”

Her eyes widened a little. He wanted her to have his babies? “Really? You want kids with me?”

Chuckling softly, he leaned to kiss her. “I’m only surprised it hasn’t happened already, cara mia. We ain’t exactly been careful.”

True, they hadn’t. Emily had considered wearing a cap to prevent such, but never gotten around to it, and for Luca, wearing a French Letter was a completely unheard of concept, unless he was with a whore who insisted. There was nobody more surprised than him that he hadn’t contracted a rampant case of the syph because of it, either. “Sounds like you’ve been giving it some serious thought, my man.”

“I have,” he confessed, his smile broadening. “Saw a six-bedroom apartment listed on Fifth Avenue. It’s huge, and exactly what we need. Especially if my current kids come and live with us, too.” He looked a little pensive then, mouth down turning, forehead creasing. “I hope that don’t happen. Not ‘cuz I don’t want my kids with me if that’s the best for ‘em, but because it’d mean their mother turned out to be a no-good drunk. No child should have to suffer what you did.”

Suffer she had because of Bertha, cleaning up her puke, fixing the house up, making sure she ate, checking her in the night to ensure she was still breathing. It had been a huge burden upon Emily in her tender years, and of course, she’d revealed all of it to Luca.

“I hope it doesn’t either, for their sake, and Filomena’s.” She certainly had more charity in her heart there than Luca did, who didn’t much give a damn for his ex-wife's welfare, providing it didn’t end up hurting his children. It was nothing short of rapid, just how much he could freeze towards somebody who had tipped his temper. “But back to the apartment. An apartment on Fifth,” she spoke, her eyes widening. “Wow!”

Seeing that excited face truly was what he lived for. “Like the sound of that, huh?”

“Yes!” she squeaked, biting her lip. “But you’re turning me into such a spoiled princess!”

He tightened his arm around her, kissing the top of her head. “You don’t act like one. Plus, you deserve it. Your life was all kinds of hell before you literally fell into mine.” Another kiss was pressed to her head, Luca saying a silent prayer of gratitude to god for sending him the young woman lying in his arms. Simple, uncomplicated, unpretentious and with the kindest heart he’d ever met. “Manhattan will suit ya, too. I get that you’ll probably miss your loud-mouthed buddy, but the plus side is Greta is literally just around the corner. It’s a ten-minute walk from East seventy-third.”

She hadn’t considered that. Indeed, she would miss seeing Maggie with quite the regularity that she did, but having Greta ten minutes away would definitely make up for that. How on earth was this her life? Thankful was simply not the word. As it happened, she had much more to be thankful for, too, awaking the following morning to a Filomena-free house.

“She left in the early hours with the children, sir,” Catherine explained, looking a little fidgety, like Luca might blaze at her for allowing her departure. “Said that we should come back in our own time when the rest of you return.”

Emily couldn’t stop the laughter that came at seeing Greta begin to gently run a circle behind the housekeeper, arms held aloft in triumph. “The beast retreats!” she exclaimed, looking relieved that they’d get to spend their last day there with a modicum of peace restored.

Once they did arrive back in Brooklyn, things very much shifted up a gear, Luca arranging for a viewing of the apartment on Fifth within days of their return, enjoying every second of seeing Emily walking around it with her mouth hanging open.

“I think your wife is quite impressed, Mr. Changretta,” the realtor noted, nodding his head towards a completely spellbound Emily.

He smiled widely, entertained by her cry of “it goes all the way back here!” at opening a door and continuing through on her wide-eyed tour. “Yeah, I think she is, too.” Wife. Hmm. He didn’t bother to correct Mr. Abraham there, but he did make a mental note about doing something to change that. “We’ll take it. Cash okay?”

Yes. It most definitely was.

With the owners very much invested in a quick sale, it was a mere eight weeks until the former Brooklyn residents made their way to Manhattan, a fleet of trucks parking up outside the building, new furniture being brought in, Luca only staying a short while to pay the men before he kissed his beloved goodbye and headed out to attend to business, Angelo, Donny and Enzo waiting for him downstairs in the Rolls.

That left Emily with the very capable help of Greta and Maggie, who thrived in assisting in telling the moving guys just where to put everything.

“Good job the last folks had taste, dolly,” the former chimed, looking all around at the mostly white painted walls. “Ours was vile when we moved. Pistachio green, I tell ya!”

Emily laughed at her gagging, advising the guys to place her desk down by the window in the next room over, which would become her office to get her bookkeeping endeavours done in. “Well, it wasn’t in some rooms, but we had them redecorated prior to us moving. Let me show you our bedroom, it’s gorgeous!”

Her friends followed her through the excitement, heading all the way to the other end of the hall, Maggie remarking they’d get there quicker on roller skates and to perhaps look into it as Emily swung the double doors open. All of the furniture had been brought in prior to their arrival, everything set up apart from the packing cases containing their clothes and shoes. “Ta-da!”

“Emily! Holy shit, this is swanky!” Maggie chimed, her mouth falling open. Swanky, in truth, was putting it mildly, the women viewing it in wonder as they carefully negotiated their way around. Deep red walls contrasted with beige, and panels of wallpaper depicting floral motifs on black. Well, until they looked closer to see that they had actually been painted on.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she sighed, her hand finding the velvet canopy of the four-poster bed, smoothing the tied back burgundy fabric around the huge, ornate bed. “It’s half art deco chic, half vampire lair. We kind of met in the middle there.”

“No prizes for guessing whose half is whose,” Greta chirped, loving the feeling of the sudden contrast of the beige, soft fur rug upon her feet after stepping to it from the dark stained floorboards. “I want to live on this rug! Angelo can up his game, I want this, too!”

“Darling, you talk like your place isn’t just as opulent,” Emily spoke, picturing Greta’s beautiful abode.

“Can one of you gals just go ahead an adopt me?” Maggie then chirped, pointing up to the gold mouldings upon the ceiling with an open mouth. They shared laughter, moving to the other rooms, the boy’s furnished in various shades of blue, and peach for Milania, as per her request. To her father, not Emily.

“So, the kid still hates you, then?” Maggie asked as they headed to the kitchen, ready to unpack the next most important room.

She paused before taking a screwdriver to the case screws, shaking her head. “She’s so heavily under the influence of her mother, still. I exist in her father’s life, ergo I’m the reason why her parents haven’t gotten back together. At least Filomena seems to be keeping her drinking under control, though. That or she’s hiding it better, but Milania has been keeping her dad abreast and apparently, there’s been no day drinking since they got back from the Catskills.”

Maggie reached for her, giving her shoulder a supportive squeeze. “The not bein’ outta her head thing is somethin’ at least, darl. Milania’ll come round eventually, too.”

Emily could only hope, but in the meantime had much more pressing matters to deal with than her boyfriend’s daughter showing her continued contempt. Once her friends had left, she continued with the unpacking, not having much left to do at all. With a chicken and vegetables roasting in the oven, she poured herself a glass of white wine, walking through her beautiful new home to go and look out at the breathtaking view of Central Park from the lounge windows.

“How the hell did I get this lucky?” she pondered, shaking her head as she unclipped the pearls from her ears, giving the slightly aching lobes a little rub.

“Ya fell over in front of the right wiseguy.”

She all but jumped out of her skin. “Oh god, Luca! I didn’t hear you come in!”

He laughed, unfastening his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves. “Can’t believe you got all of this done in a day, and I smell dinner cooking, too.” He slid his arms around her from behind, moving her hair to kiss the side of her neck. “Should be me askin’ how the hell I got so lucky.”

“I think we should call it a draw.”

He kissed her neck again, the floral bouquet upon her skin making his senses tingle. “Best deal I’ve agreed on all day, doll.”

Well, there was another one that probably topped it, but it could remain in his pocket for that moment.

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homoeroticgrappling · 4 months ago

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Alpha-1 starts in just over an hour and a half, there's a whole bunch on the card including a Danhausen match and it's free to watch on YouTube!

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Casket Match: Space Monkey vs Shane Sabre

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#Alpha-1 #is it helpful for people if I post ''danhausen has a match here's how to watch'' PSAs? I don't know but I'm doing it anyway

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dozydawn · 2 years ago

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great moments from the dollop episode about baseball player rickey henderson. i care zero about baseball but parts of this had me in tears.

#i did play softball growing up #the dollop #dave anthony #gareth reynolds #rickey henderson #baseball

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mrs-solo-walker · 2 years ago

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BANG BANG

(My Baby Shot Me Down) - August, Napoleon,

Warnings: violence, shoot, guns, explicit language, kind of fluff, romance

Words: 3122

Another one of those office parties that you can basically save, but I love Halloween and so I stand in my patent leather Catwoman catsuit at the improvised bar and sip my Gin Rickey.

The music is terribly loud and the inane conversations much louder in places, rarely have I been so bored. But what doesn't one do to avoid being office talk again for days on end.

I look at the clock, only one more hour then I can leave here inconspicuously and go to a real party.

My eyes wander around the room. I would have expected anything. But him, at an event like this? Our eyes meet. He raises his glass in my direction and a fleeting grin crosses his face. It seems he is as surprised to see me as I am to see him. I raise my glass as well.

Damn good looking this Agent Walkers, tall, muscular, a jawline to cut sharp his sparkling eyes dark brown and unfathomably deep.

I haven't had the pleasure of working with him yet, but I've been present for a handful of briefings.

He is confident of himself, his appearance and his impact and rightly so. To some he is Mister Charming and to others he is the devil incarnate.

Walker is extremely clever, knows what he wants and he knows how to get it from just about anyone, he is not for nothing to the most effective that Sloane has to offer.

"Same again, please."

"Agent Walker. You here and as Bruce Wayne I see."

"I had some unfinished business. Agent Bennet. Abigail right?"

"That blew my cover, didn't it?"

He smiles into his glass.

"I was expecting everyone here Agent Bennet but not you and certainly not in this, let's call it flamboyant outfit."

"I wouldn't have expected you here either Agent Walker and to the outfit, I have better things to do later than this."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Well Catwoman, care to dance?"

Jason, one of the desk jockeys from the third floor who never misses an opportunity to hit on the female staff.

"I'm going to have to bitterly disappoint you Jason, the next dance I promised our Bruce Wayne here."

"Well then, the next dance but one?"

"I promised her that, Agent Anderson."

Walker saves me from the situation.

"Another time, you promise?"

"Yes, Jason, another time."

"Thank you. Agent Walker." I laugh at him.

"You owe me a dance."

Walker takes my glass from my hand and leads me to the dance floor.

Some slow stand-up blues. He pulls me close and looks deep into my eyes. My hand rests on his muscular chest, his hand touches my back.

Mistletoe, mistletoe, booms the chorus, clapping, whistling, and the request that we kiss.

"What does Halloween have to do with mistletoe?"

I ask into the room, not getting an answer.

"Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it."

Walker grins.

"But a kiss, if it's serious, can be even more deadly."

I reply. He reaches for my neck, his thumb stroking my throat. His beard tickles my upper lip as our lips touch. Under loud bawling we kiss each other.

I get weak in the knees, Walker holds me by the waist, he tastes like bourbon and halloween candies.

When we let go of each other he laughs, takes me by the hand and we walk back to the bar.

"There, that should have been enough show for everyone." He takes a sip of bourbon.

"So Agent Walker you're quoting Batman, interesting."

"And you know how the quote ends, what does that say about you?"

"One to zero for you."

"And that you like being the kitty?"

"There's something to be said for that now and then." I couldn't help but grin slightly.

"Today, for example."

"Also yes."

He turns his head in my direction, eyeing me up and down and up again.

"Interesting. Extremely interesting. Always in the outfit?"

"Not necessarily no."

He gives a deep hmmm.

"Too bad."

The first notes of -It never entered my mind- ring out.

"I love this song."

"Shall we?"

Walker points toward the dance floor.

"Gladly."

I cuddle up to him, he is an excellent dancer. His hand rests on my lower back and he presses his pelvis firmly against me.

I feel as if only the two of us exist in this room.

"The kitten seems to be purring."

He whispers.

"Don't talk."

He places his index finger under my chin and lifts it. His soft lips touch mine, dancing as we kiss until the song ends.

"Wow." I think more than I say it.

"Yeah wow."

I look at Walker confused.

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Loud enough Kitty."

We move back to the bar.

"Want to have another drink together?"

Walker asks with a wink.

"Another time I'd love to Agent Walker, but I have to go now."

I say a hasty goodbye and disappear into the elevator and down to the underground parking garage. As I sit in my car, I first take a deep breath and try to come down.

The party is in one of the big penthouses on Central Park.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I find a parking spot and the concierge makes a quick phone call then I take the elevator to the top floor.

I ring the doorbell and am really surprised who opens it for me.

"Napoleon Solo? What brings you here?"

"Abbi, we haven't seen each other in a while, come on in."

Solo, spy, "art dealer" womanizer, playboy, extremely charming and damn good looking. We've known each other for ages and have a casual flirtation going on. Not that we both had no interest in each other in the past, but we thought it better to maintain a good friendship.

"After all, the party is the insider's tip. It wasn't that easy to get an invitation. But out of the hundred people here, who's the host?"

"An old friend of mine and he's running a little late. Some woman trouble again must have got to him this time."

"We all have to have that experience sometime."

"Are you still drinking gin rickey?"

I nod.

Solo mixes the gin and shows me around the apartment. Ceiling-high windows with a view of Central Park and a roof terrace. The color theme of black, white, and here and there splashes of red run through the rooms. All in all, very tasteful, if not very personal.

"But now for the best part. Check out this view."

We head to the rooftop terrace. Solo gets behind me and holds onto the balcony railing with both hands. So I'm caught between him and the railing.

"Do you have any idea how incredibly hot you look in that outfit?"

"Well Napoleon again fully in your element?"

Is heard from behind and I know that voice.

"Walker there you are finally and did you bring her?"

I turn around, we stare at each other.

"Abbi this is our host by the way and my old friend."

Solo wants to introduce me, but Walker cuts him off.

"Agent Bennet you here at my party. And you've already made your acquaintance I see."

"I don't miss a beautiful woman, but we've known each other seven, eight years now. And how do you know each other?

"Agent Walker and I work in the same office."

"I'm going to get a quick drink, can I get you guys something?"

Solo and I say no.

"How long have you known each other?"

"Forever, since college. Do yourself a favor though and stay away from him."

"Dont shit at your own company."

But I still can't help grinning.

"Abbi I know that look on your face."

"Napoleon, no, forget it, I'm going back inside I'm getting too cold."

Walker is sitting on one of the heavy black leather sofas, engrossed in conversation.

"Are his parties always so, well how do I put this nicely?"

"You mean boring? Look it up to him it's his first Halloween party. What wouldn't you do for a woman who doesn't show up after all."

"Napoleon, you're gossiping, it doesn't suit you at all."

"I'm just wondering why he's so lost. You know me Abbi. I tend to maintain casual acquaintances."

"To put it mildly."

"To put it mildly, but him."

Solo raises his eyebrows and tells me some things about Walker's personal life that I don't really want to know.

"Napoleon, are you going to be in town long?"

"I still have the week to do here. Why do you ask?"

"Here's my cell phone number and if you have time check in, I'm getting out of here now."

"Oh stay a while."

"Solo are you boring Agent Bennet to death?"

"I'm trying to convince her to stay. You try your luck Walker."

"You can't do that to me Agent Bennet. If you leave, all that's left is that weird bunch and Solo."

He puts his hand on my back again. For whatever reason, this drives me completely insane, and his gaze is kind of hard to resist, too.

"Let's sit down, shall we? Can I get you something else to drink?"

"Alright, gin rickey please."

I plop down on the couch. Walker and Solo are talking at the bar.

"Here you go. I think it's time I offer you the you. So I'm August."

"Abbigail and Abbi, respectively."

"Now kiss each other already, this tension is hardly bearable."

Solo sits down next to me on the couch.

"Solo don't you have better things to do?"

Walker tries to get rid of him.

"All right all right, I'll mingle."

"Best idea in a long time. Where were we?"

"At the you."

We laugh at each other.

"Don't you kiss after offering the you?"

"Hey you two!" Solo shouts queerly across the room.

"For you guys, dance already to get the mood going here."

I have to laugh, Solo knows me way too well. "It never entered my mind" for the second time today.

Walker stands up and holds out his hand to me.

"May I have this dance?"

"In fact, I must insist."

We look deep into each other's eyes, his gaze that can usually soften stones is infinitely gentle, nothing to be seen of this vicious coldness that is always spoken of.

We snuggle together, again he presses me tightly against him, again his hand is on my lower back and again it feels close.

"Kitty. We still haven't sealed the -you-."

Whispers Walker and kisses me, he nibbles on my upper lip and presses me even more against him. His arousal is clearly noticeable. I can't deny that this turns me on.

We are so busy with ourselves that we do not notice that the song is over and the next one is already playing.

One by one his guests say goodbye, eventually and finally only Solo and I are left.

"Walker can I have your guest room or should I leave you two alone?" Solo puts the last of the glasses in the dishwasher.

"I'm definitely going home and I'm going home now. Napoleon, it was so good to see you again. You have my phone number."

Solo hugs me and lifts me up.

"Hey put me back down. Don't take another year next time."

Solo presses a kiss to my cheek.

"Abbi, let me walk you back to the car."

"That's not necessary August."

"I insist."

We take the elevator down and walk to the car. As I get in he grips my hip.

"Abbi, can I take you to dinner at my place tomorrow?"

"Fine."

"Is eight o'clock okay?"

"Sure."

He pushes me against the car, with a deep moan he kisses me it's hot and demanding.

"I'll see you tomorrow night?"

He asks again, I nod and get in the car.

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Black oversize off-shoulder sweater, black jeggings, overknee heels, hair down, that's how I stand in front of his door and ring the bell.

When Walker opens, his look suddenly becomes infinitely gentle and he smiles.

"Come in."

He gives me a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey."

Walker takes my hand, holds it up and makes me do a pirouette, pulling me to him and kissing me.

It's just as demanding as the night before but I don't go for it and break away from him. When I look at him he has a flash in his eyes.

"Solo has moved to the Hilton I assume."

"Which brings us to the topic at hand. You and Solo, then."

"What me and Solo? We never slept together if that's what you mean. We've been friends for a very long time and we want to stay that way."

"Were you on a mission together?"

"August, don't play dumb, I know you read my file."

His gaze darkens.

"Just because Sloan transferred me here and I'm doing

low-level desk duties doesn't mean I'm missing out on information like that."

"Parts of your file are inaccessible."

"For good reason."

"Then there are only two possibilities as to why you're here at the office, punitive transfer or assignment."

"What do you want me to say to that, I'm going to leave now."

He grabs my hair.

"You're not going anywhere."

"Walker this game you really want to play?"

I've never seen an expression like that on his face. Vicious, cold, and ready for anything.

"Why did you get yourself transferred to Paris."

"Let go of me, Walker."

"We both know I won't."

His voice becomes more monotone and it seems to turn him on.

I reach into the back of my waistband, pull out the unlocked gun and hold it against his cock.

"Let go."

I say firmly.

"Fuck."

Walker lets go of my hair.

"What's your fucking problem August. And don't think I won't shoot your nuts off if you ever piss me off again."

"Why, why did you get yourself transferred to Paris?"

"Monday's damn briefing answers all your questions. But what's your problem?"

"Could you have the great kindness to put the gun away first? Or at least aim it at other parts of my body?"

"I'm quite happy with my choice of target."

"I'm supposed to have someone watching me in Paris, I have no idea why or how, there doesn't seem to be anything known in the Agency about it."

Walker walks backwards and sits down on one of the bar stools in the kitchen.

I'm still holding the gun on him, safe as houses.

"I'm having the same fucking problem. Who's your source?"

I ask Walker curiously.

"Who's yours? We both have way too many skeletons in our closets to let that happen, too bad."

At that moment, Walker pulls his gun out of his holster and we both pull the trigger.

We're both on the ground, the pain nearly taking my breath away.

"Fuck."

I hear Walker say.

The door of guest room opens.

"Fuck, you guys really shot each other, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Abbi, fuck no."

"Ahhh fuck."

Says Walker standing up and putting the gun away.

"Damn Walker you shot her."

"Solo don't be like that, you'll find a thousand others where she came from and she wasn't going to let you fuck her either. So forget about her."

Solo leans over me.

"Abbi shit, that's not how it's supposed to go. Call a fucking ambulance."

"Solo, an ambulance in this situation, there's way too many questions. Let's wait and see, and then we'll take her away."

"But then she'll be dead."

"Collateral damage is what I call it. We just have to get rid of her."

"Walker when did you become such a fucked up motherfucker? Fuck."

"Oh come on Solo forget about it. She's not worth all the fuss."

Walker bumps his foot against me.

"Too bad, actually, I would have loved to fuck her. She was pretty cute."

"I don't care what you say, I'm calling an ambulance right now."

"The fuck you will, Napoleon."

I try to stand up.

"Could one of you gentlemen please help me up, that hurts like shit, definitely gives a nice bruise."

"Come on Princess."

Says Walker, helping me up.

Solo's look is worth its weight in gold. He's standing there completely dumbfounded and doesn't understand what just happened here.

"Come on sweater up and shot vest off, let me see. Yes, that hurts. Maybe I should have used blanks after all."

"Told you."

I take the bullet out of the vest.

"Here Napoleon, catch. And Walker, what's your status?

"Why don't you check?"

I unbutton the vest and shirt, slide my fingertips over his muscular hairy chest, bite my lower lip and feel his belly, he's clearly enjoying this.

"That's probably going to be a bruise, too."

Walker also makes the bullet out of the vest and tosses it to Solo.

"Can you explain to me what kind of show this was just now, have you gone completely insane?"

"Napoleon, we both have known for two weeks that you were going to prank us and we played along. We've been meticulous about the info we've been giving you."

"You guys... Damn. But the Paris thing is true?"

"Yes I as office head and requested August."

"And you Walker have no problems with her being in charge?"

"At some point you have to make a decision Solo."

Walker watches me come out of the bathroom with analgesic gel.

"Come here Princess let me."

He sits me down on kitchen counter, I pull up my sweater to reveal a palm sized almost purple bruise.

"I'll be real careful, but this is going to hurt because. Sorry baby girl."

As Walker carefully tends to the bruise he kisses me repeatedly on the forehead and says he's sorry.

"Fuck August."

I whisper, he grins.

Solo looks at the scene, bored.

"Walker, if I hadn't known you for so long, I could really believe this show you guys put on."

"Solo I told you at some point you have to make a decision and yeah what can I say, this is mine."

"It sounds like you guys are about to take the vows."

"Doesn't just sound that way Napoleon. Doesn't just sound like that."

I poke my index finger against Solo's nose and laugh, he in turn raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.

"Napoleon, before I forget, I requested you for Paris too. You'll find out everything else at the briefing on Monday."

Solo crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"You're not serious, the three of us a team?"

"This is going to be fun guys."

"And by the way Solo you're going to be my best man."

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#august walker #napoleon solo #fanfic

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urgaydemise · 2 years ago

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I'm eerie, 26, Indigenous ndn

TwoSpirirt/bi/genderfluid, any pronouns

90% of my personality is probably whatever I stole from my current fixated character(s)

I'm addicted to caffeine like 90% of the american population, which pairs well with my adhd and cause zero problems(it's a horrible mess)

Going to the store sends my anxiety to 110, and I eat edibles to cope like a normal person

I used Tumblr religiously in high-school(2012-15), moved to twt, and have migrated back to you rabid pack of trash pandas

Main interests cycle in: wwdits, ofmd, good omens, hannibal, teen wolf, sherlock, supernatural but I will never rewatch it, doctor who, anything addams family, got/hotd, wellington paranormal, mcu, and there's probably more but idk

I like to garden, watch Garrett watts and Daz black, paint/draw/sculpt, and learning about plants/animals

I have 2 cats: Nert & Joji Brian, 2 dogs: Penny & Rickey Baker

I may add more, idk if anyone will read this, but imma pin it in case anyone is curious. This was kinda therapeutic lol

#about me #personal #blog personal #pinned post

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ellyllonselegantemporium · 6 months ago

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Vodka, lime and zero calorie cosmic cherry. Non fizzy lime Rickey vibes

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waywardwrestlewritingwaif · 3 years ago

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The God of This Sh*t, part 6

Are we getting close to an ending? It feels like we are. I'll be honest, I was going to push through and finish the story up in this section but I found myself weirdly hesitant because I'm not certain I have the ending exactly where I want it in my head. So instead, here's another slab of angst-y stuff that is, once again, mostly focused on people who aren't the primary subject. There's a point to all this, I swear... I appreciate your patience on this one.

(If you're finding this bit first, you'll want to go back and read the other parts, which are all linked in the Master List.)

Pairing: Rickey Shane Page x OFC

Word count: 3,072

Content advisory: language

Predictably enough, the crying comes when you talk to Allie. Until she’s there, it’s like you’re walking around with a cork stuck in you, gradually feeling your insides get more and more shaken. So when you see her again, you just erupt. The two of you have shows together on New Year’s Eve and Day, but she comes to stay with you for a few days before that, just to make sure that you manage to eat and sleep and not do anything stupid.

Stupider, you think. The stupid train left the station a long time ago.

She is a low-key miracle worker because, by the time you show up to end and start the year working together, you’re in better shape. You aren’t thinking about Rickey all the time. You’re not thinking about what an idiot you are all the time. Some of the time, yes. More of the time than you’d like considering that the two of you hadn’t ever been a couple or anything, which is why you’re a mess in the first place.

You choose not to talk about how much you wish he’d make some sort of grand gesture and show up during your match on New Year’s Eve. You know perfectly well he’s booked elsewhere because you checked. You also choose not to mention the fact that you’ve been following where he’s been working because such behavior feels like it’s in the same neighborhood as stalking. Still, as you’re watching the crowd enter and the show getting started and it hits you that he’s somewhere else, living his life as if you don’t really exist, like you never happened, probably getting a New Year’s kiss from someone brand new to him… you break down a little again.

But Allie is there to put you back together and when the clock strikes midnight, she plants a kiss right on your lips.

“Fuck him right in the eye socket,” she declares. “Happy New Year!”

As long as you’re around people, you’re ok and being at shows for the weekend makes it very easy to never be alone. You do hit a low when you find out that your opponent for the New Year’s Day show can’t make it, meaning you won’t get a spot. And you almost feel worse when Effy gets attacked, gets a guitar smashed over his damn head while he’s speaking in the ring. You feel worse not just because of what’s happened to him but because Brett immediately walks over and pulls you aside.

“So, Effy isn’t making it to the battle royal tonight, obviously,” he tells you. “But we still need to fill his slot.”

“No, you don’t. Everyone saw what happened. They know you’re a man short.”

“Interesting choice of words. We are going to be a man short. Because I’m giving his spot to you.”

He gives your shoulder a quick squeeze and takes off like a jet before you can react or argue. The battle royal is a twenty-person match that will decide the number one contender for the GCW title, currently around the waist of Jon Moxley. It’s a huge deal. You know that there is literally zero chance that you’re winning but even being in the running seems bizarre. If you manage to get a memorable spot or even eliminate someone, it’s going to be a major boost.

You’ve never been in any match that had this many bodies. There are people everywhere. It’s like trying to take the subway at rush hour and so you need a strategy. You figure that your best bet is to try to stay low to the ground. Standing up, you’re a sitting duck for anyone who wants to pick you up and chuck you over the top rope. But if you crouch, the advantage switches. Most big people are top heavy and can be tipped over the ropes if propelled from below. You’re so excited when this works that you literally do not even notice who it is that you’ve eliminated.

“Holy shit!” Allie is fighting her own battles but she still stops and literally applauds you.

So from that point, the two of you are able to collaborate. If you stick together, it will be a struggle for one person to gain the upper hand. They’ll need to gang up and while that’s a possibility, no one seems to be trying it yet.

“You and me, babe,” Allie pants as the two of you recover from the latest onslaught. “We got this.”

“So help me if we’re the last two in this ring, I’m jumping over the top rope myself,” you laugh. “I don’t care how big the stage is, I am not interested in getting my brains beaten out by Moxley.”

The words are barely out of your mouth when AJ appears out of nowhere and just blasts you with a forearm. You’re not even particularly close to the ropes but your momentum sends you sailing right over, where your previously injured shoulder smacks the ring apron hard before you hit the floor. Oh well.

You make your way backstage and a short time later, Allie finds you there.

“Bastard got me too,” she grumbles.

“So much for us all being on the same team.”

“You ok?” she asks sweetly, seeing you fidget in place.

“Son of a bitch dropped me right on my bad shoulder.”

“He didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Yes I did,” AJ grunts, lumbering past you with an expression somewhere between humorous and murderous.

“Maybe if you’d worked with us for a while you wouldn’t have gotten your outnumbered ass thrown out!” you call after him.

He turns back and raises an eyebrow at you but then keeps going.

“Ok, I’m gonna go check to see if they’re still picking splinters out of Effy,” Allie sighs. “You wanna wait here? That medical room is smaller than my trunk.”

You nod and suddenly, for the first time in days, you’re alone. Oh no.

It’s terrible how your mind just immediately goes rushing back to pick at the scab. You wonder what he’s doing right now. You hope it hurts. You replay every instant where you thought that he felt something for you, trying to pinpoint exactly why you were wrong in the hopes that it will protect you from your own bad instincts going forward. Then you think about the fact that the thing all of those moments have in common is that they’re in the past. They’re over. And that’s when you feel yourself slump down and you have to focus on not crying again.

Another body arrives on the bench next to you and when no greeting comes, you look up to see who it is. Alex Colon. He’s minutes from his main event deathmatch and he’s here checking on you.

“Page is a blowhard dipshit and he does not deserve you.”

You’re so startled that you sit bolt upright.

“How did you know about… Did someone say something?”

He shakes his head. “For future reference, if you ever want to know if a guy is into you, ask another guy who’s into you. We can always tell.”

“Well, he isn’t into me. That’s sort of the problem.”

“Oh yeah,” he says emphatically, “he is. He’s just a fucking pussy who’s scared because of who your friends are or who his friends are or some other stupid reason that he won’t even remember in a couple of weeks. I promise. He’s more miserable than you are and he’s going to feel that way for a lot longer than you do.”

You can’t help but smile a little. “That actually helps.”

Why can’t I be interested in you instead?

He takes your hand loosely in one of his and you see him fidgeting in his pocket.

“Here,” he mutters, placing the bracelet he’d bought you around your wrist and clasping it. “No expectation, I know it’s not happening, but I still want you to have it. And when you see him, I want you to make sure to tell him a man gave it to you. Don’t need to tell him any more than that. But he should know that you’re always gonna have men lined up to be with you and he just fucked himself over.”

He rises and turns toward the entrance.

“Alex!” He turns back to look at you. “Please don’t die out there. I like that you’re alive.”

He gives a short laugh. “I’ll try my best.”

Yes, this is the life. This is exactly what it should be like. You’re hanging out with your friends, the whole gang, which hasn’t happened in ages. Brett, Allie, Effy, Alex, Matt, and you’ll even count AJ as a friend since you’re in such a good mood. Mance Warner is here, the first time you’ve seen him since he shattered his leg. Apparently, hospitals don’t do the plaster casts like they used to, which is better for patients but annoying because you can’t all sign it, so Brett found an old ring skirt and wrapped that around him and you’re all signing that instead.

But the real highlight, much though you love Mance, is that Nick is back. He’s still nursing injuries and won’t be match-ready for a while but it feels like he’s been gone for years and just having him around makes you feel like things are normal again. He’s still angry about pretty much everything, still using ‘fuck’ as a comma, still grouchy, but his presence has a strangely calming effect on you. And since you haven’t seen him for more than a couple of minutes since your romantic life went to hell, it’s almost like him being back lets you think of that whole stupid thing as a dream. A nightmare, really.

You’ve gathered at the Showboat even though the show, one of the last in the run-up to your big date in New York, isn’t until the following night, because you all want to be together but finding places to go can be tricky. Restaurants are a pain because the group includes vegetarians and guys who think veal is a vegetable. HItting bars the night before a show is questionable for those who like to drink and awkward for those who don’t. None of you has a hotel room big enough for everyone to just hang out. So here you are backstage at the place where you’ve spent the most time, a place that feels at once like you’ve arrived home and run away to join the circus, finally getting to talk again.

Of course, you’re not much of a talker. You’re happier listening and watching people, enjoying the energy. It feels good when Nick gives you one of his little headlock hugs but what you really like is watching him just being the king, hanging out with his court. You can’t believe you thought of putting this at risk for some asshole.

Allie keeps checking to make sure you’re ok, but not as often as she usually does. She can tell it’s getting better because just looking at you, it’s sort of obvious you’re on the mend. You’re even a little, just a little, dressed up because you want this to feel like a bit of a special occasion. And also because you want to show some sign that you’re taking a bit of pride in yourself. You’ve spent a lot of time looking tired and dirty and disinterested. It has to change, and if you can’t entirely place your insides back together, at least polishing and decorating the outside feels like progress.

“So how’s the shoulder, ironwoman?” Nick jokes. “Fucking seeing your name so many places I thought there were two of you.”

You laugh a little and give a very exaggerated shrug. “Feels like it’s all the way back. Even taken some hard bumps.”

You glare at AJ when you make that last point, who rolls his eyes.

“Drama queen,” he mutters.

Allie gives you a playful punch. “Stronger than ever.”

“Don’t get me started on you, killer. I saw Chelsea’s face after you got done with her.”

It’s your turn to sign Mance’s “cast”, which is more accurately a toga. You’ve been thinking of what to write for half an hour and haven’t come up with anything good, so you just start drawing a little cartoon, stick figures fighting and one throwing another through a flaming table while a third hovers above them.

“You’re this one,” you explain, pointing to the figure doing the throwing. “And that’s Matt over here getting ready to jump.”

“Who’s the bastard getting killed?”

You purse your lips, imagining Rickey going headfirst into the flames.

“Whoever you want it to be.”

You stand back to admire your masterpiece and hand Allie the marker so she can take her turn.

“Yeah, I know who it is. I’m picturing it too.” She gives your hand a little squeeze before she goes to add to the get-well toga.

You’re half paying attention to the conversation going on around you when AJ springs up from the table where he’s been sitting.

“Son of a bitch,” he hisses, his eyes fixed on the door.

Before you can get a look, Nick jumps up as well, completely blocking your view.

“Motherfucker,” he mumbles as he and AJ exchange a glance.

You wonder how undignified you’d look if you started jumping up and down to see what’s got their attention.

Both men start to advance towards the door and you see Matt, Alex and Effy move a little bit, like they’re ready to provide backup, while Brett shuffles a little uncomfortably. Allie shoots you a glance but she looks as confused as you are. It’s only as Nick and AJ step up to confront the interlopers that you see what’s caught their attention. There in the doorway, looking down his nose like he owns the place, is Rickey Shane Page and your stomach immediately clenches. Just for a second, Alex’s eyes flit in your direction, and when Allie sees that, she moves over to be next to you.

Most of Rickey’s goons aren’t around, but he does have his right-hand man, that little weasel Atticus Cogar, at his side, looking like he’d welcome a fight. What’s less expected is that Cogar’s girlfriend, the woman you’d had such a good match with in California a few weeks ago, is with them. Despite her relationship, she isn’t part of the 44OH gang. And it’s her who moves into no man’s land, stepping through the door frame, her hands raised like she’s surrendering.

“No problems,” she announces.

“Remains to be fuckin seen,” Nick snaps, glancing at her for a second, then returning his glare to the two men.

“We’re not here for a fight,” she informs him, her even voice not quite managing to disguise the nervousness underneath. She’s staring death in the face and she knows it. How the hell did they convince her to be their negotiator?

“You got a weird-ass way of avoiding a fight,” AJ growls. He shoots a glance at Cogar, who definitely looks like he’s bracing for something. “Real cool move using your girl as a human shield, chickenshit.”

You grab hold of Allie’s arm because you just know that shit is about to go down, but once again, the peace negotiator intervenes, pressing one arm back to hold Atticus in check and holding the other up to try to keep Nick and AJ from advancing any further.

“Just wait, listen to me. We’re not even here for you. We want to talk to her.” She turns to face you, motioning so that everyone understands who she means. Everyone’s eyes follow her arm.

“The fuck is that about?” AJ scowls at you and then back at her. “Get the fuck out of here, now. All of you.”

“Please?” She’s still looking at you, surprisingly determined. “Just a couple of minutes.”

Although you know he has to be behind this, Rickey hasn’t so much as glanced in your direction. His eyes are moving between the others like he’s calculating his odds if a fight does break out.

Not very good, fucker.

Nick takes a hard look in your direction and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Hang on,” he snaps.

He walks over to you, tugging AJ’s arm to indicate he’s to come along. Effy makes his way over as well, while Matt and Alex keep their eyes on the intruders from a slight distance.

“You wanna talk to them?” Nick asks you.

“I don’t know.” But you do know. “Yeah, for a minute, I guess it’s ok.”

“What have you got to talk to them about?” AJ glares at you.

“Not our fuckin business,” Nick grumbles. “You want us with you?”

“Seems like it might be a good idea,” Effy interjects.

“Her decision.” Nick never stops looking at you as he’s talking, hard as ever, but somehow sympathetic.

“Alone for now. If I need you…”

“She said five minutes,” Allie offers. “Take that and then-”

“We’re breaking skulls.”

“No, AJ, give her five minutes, and then I’ll go check to make sure everything’s ok.”

“You stay close,” Nick instructs. “Five minutes and then Allie goes out but you need us before then, you make as much noise as you can.”

You nod and very hesitantly walk towards the door. He’s still not looking at you and you realize that this might actually be a business discussion. He’s not above trying to recruit from your group. He’d tried to win Effy over. He’s said you’re good and maybe he figures that you’re hung up on him enough to defect.

Cogar and his girlfriend back out of the doorway to one side and Rickey to the other, allowing you to pass without so much as brushing against any of them. You head to the main room, figuring it’s easy enough to escape from and close enough to sound an alarm. You don’t look to see who’s following you, although you really should, in case you’re about to be beaten down by three people. You know your friends are close and there are more of them. You’re pretty safe, at least physically.

When you walk into the room, Rickey overtakes you and takes a seat on the ring apron. Only then do you cut a glance backward.

“Just us,” he says.

#wrestling fanfiction #wayward wrestle writing

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studymusings · 5 years ago

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YOUTUBERS TO WATCH - MASTERPOST

I made a list of youtubers i watch and would recommend. I’m sorting them into categories BUT just because i put them under a label doesn’t necessarily mean they limit to said types of videos only and they might make diverse content / belong to multiple categories. some categories may seem short at first but i will update it as i discover new channels.

(ps : this is my 2nd tumblr for books, films and everything educational or lifestyle related. my main is themusings.tumblr.com if you’d like to follow)

LIFESTYLE / WELL-BEING / SELF-IMPROVEMENT

(the types of channels you should watch when you want to feel inspired to lead a better life daily or need to get your sh*t together)

Alex Miotto

Alivia D’Andrea

Jem (also vlogger / aesthetic / chatty)

Jenny Mustard (also fashion)

Jnay Daily (+ chatty / aesthetic and she’s super funny)

Lavendaire (her and muchelleb are literally my life coaches)

MuchelleB (life coach n° 2)

Simply By Christine (zero waste / simple living)

Michelle Choi (also vlogger / chatty / aesthetic)

VLOGGERS / CHATTY / AESTHETIC

(youtubers whose videos feel like a warm hug either because they have a cool personality, or because you love to hear them talk about anything and see their daily lives especially when you feel lonely, or because their videos are visually beautiful and calming)

A Little Bit Of Monika

Alex Gowon

Amy Lee (also lifestyle)

Arden Rose

Asia Jackson (also style & beauty)

B O B B ! E (also music)

CatCreature

Coco Day

Colineblf (videos are in french)

Connor Franta

Cup Of Jasmien

Damon & Jo (also a travel channel)

Damon Dominique (from damon & jo)

Elena Taber (also fashion & lifestyle)

Elloitsangela

Emma Green

Hitomi Mochizuki (also lifestyle / well-being)

Jazzy Le (also fashion)

KoKoKourtney

LaMadelynn (very artsy + also style & beauty)

Leandra Yomo

Linh Truong

Manu Rios (also music)

Myles Manuel

Natacha Birds (artsy - videos are in french)

Nycbambi (also fashion)

oh no nina

Orion Vanessa (also fashion + beauty + arsty)

Savannah Brown (also artsy)

SimplyFreshdew (also style & beauty)

Stephanie Vega

Sunny Maria (this is my channel ! i’m a vlogger and try to make my videos aesthetically pleasing)

ur mom ashley

Wear I Live (also lifestyle / well-being / fashion)

STYLE / BEAUTY

(channels with great fashion sense, makeup or skincare advice - most style channels focus on sustainable fashion and/or thrifting)

Alexa Chung

Bestdressed (also vlogger / chatty / aesthetic)

Clara Victorya (videos are in french)

Diana Chamomile (also aesthetic / vlogger)

Emma Winder (also aesthetic / vlogger)

Eris The Planet (also vlogger)

Fashion Wizardry

Gemary (also lifestyle / vlogger / aesthetic)

Haley Kim

Ivan Lam (also funny + chatty)

Jessica Vu (aesthetic + occasionally vlogs / chatty vids)

Kailee Mckenzie

Karina Gomez (also aesthetic + she’s plus-size)

Katie Joslin

Kristen Leo (also educational / stimulating and chatty)

Lecoindelodie (videos are in french + vlogger)

Loïc Prigent (high fashion - videos are in french but subtitles available)

Mei Yan (also aesthetic + chatty)

Rosa B (videos are in french)

Steal The Spotlight

Studio86 (aesthetic)

The Golden Px (also educational about skincare)

TheLineUp

Timaloveslemons

ToThe9s (+ occasional vlogs / chatty vids)

EDUCATIONAL / HELPFUL / STIMULATING

(channels i watch when i feel like i’m loosing a few braincells and should watch something informative for once)

KingTutsPro (video editing tutorials)

Le Sora (video editing tutorials)

Mango Street (photography & videography advice + aesthetic)

Refinery29 (also entertaining)

TED (ted talks)

ARTSY

(short films, poetry, art, etc)

Amanda Margareth

Miles Carter

Millie Murfit

Will Darbyshire

BOOKTUBE

(the name of this category is pretty self-explanatory)

A Clockwork Reader

Aissata Amadou (+ vlogger)

Alyxandria Ang

Ariel Bisset

ashleyoutpaged (also vlogs + aesthetic)

Audrey Lunabookaddict (+ vlogs)

Books & Coffee With Romie

Books & Lala

Francina Simone

Hailey in Bookland

Left On Read

Mina Reads

mynameismarines

myonna reads

readbyzoe

readwithcindy

FUNNY / ENTERTAINING / RANDOM

(funny channels, things i watch when i’m bored and everything else that doesn’t fit into any of the previous categories)

AJayII (makes reaction videos to music + super funny)

Alex Meyers

FBE (elders react / teens react / etc)

Jay Versace

Jennelle Eliana (she lives in a van and makes video about it)

Josiah

Kennedy Walsh

Kurtis Conner

Rickey Thompson

Umi’s Baking (cooking asmr)

HANSE (cooking asmr)

WIRED (also educational)

please let me know if you discover any of these channels through my post <3 also don’t forget to support my youtube channel and follow my main tumblr . thanks a lot !

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esonetwork · 3 years ago

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The Earth Station One Podcast - The 2022 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Nominees

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The Earth Station One Podcast - The 2022 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Nominees

Rock the vote! The Rock Hall has named the artists nominated for the Class of 2022 and Mike, Mike, Michelle, Ricky, and Bambi share their thoughts on the first timers as well as the overall lineup. Plus, podcaster Odd Man is indoctrinated to the cult of the Geek Seat. All this along with Angela’s A Geek Girl’s Take, Ashley’s Box Office Buzz, the Creative Outlet with Zackary Marois, and Shout Outs!

We want to hear from you! Feedback is always welcome. Please write to us at [email protected] and subscribe and rate the show on Apple Podcast, Stitcher Radio, Google Play, Spotify, Pandora, Amazon Music, or wherever fine podcasts are found.

Table of Contents 0:00:00 Show Open /Interview and Geek Seat w/ Podcaster Odd Man 0:32:38 Box Office Buzz 0:35:41 The 2022 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame Nominations 1:29:53 A Geek Girls Take 1:31:16 Creative Outlet w/ Zack Kalogaropoulos 1:38:11 Show Close

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aestheticnerdmess · 4 years ago

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wayward-bumblebee · 5 years ago

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A compilation of Garrett Rickey being a little shit in the recent panels.

"Wheatley you ignorant slut"

The small ass smirk. "Oh, I know what it does. Do you?"

Sir. He is trying his best. Leave the attitude at the door please. Was that a short joke or a tall joke? "911 I would like to report a murder."

Just ... Completely unfazed. He gives zero (0) fucks. He gave his last fuck probably when he was three. "You broke into my place. To tell me. That you don't like me?"

He is: tired.

Everything

This man is just "might as well go with it"

He is the epitome of a mixture between "this might as well happen" and "then perish"

All of these panels belong to the wonderful art skills of @bluesky-thewebcomic

#blue sky #portal 2 #wheatley #garrett rickey

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drarryspecificrecs · 6 years ago

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H/D Holidays round 3 (winter 2007) : (fics only)

101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes (Or, an Unfortunate Incident with a Traffic Cone and a Policeman’s Helmet) by who_la_hoop [E, 26k]

An Act of Simple Devotion by @blamebrampton [T, 13k]

Aftermath by ChristineP [E, 5k]

Arctic Fox by scrtkpr [E, 28k] *not on AO3

As Long As You Mean It by dreamyraynbo [E, 11k] *not on AO3

Bargain Benefits by hpotterismylife [E, 7k] *not on AO3

Beautiful Sin by dm_p [E, 8k] *not on AO3

The Best Laid Plans... by ennyousai [G, 2k] *not on AO3

Cellar Door by malachic [T, 2k] *not on AO3

Change by ahleeshaa [T, 11k] *not on AO3

A Change of Life by acromantular [E, 8k] *not on AO3

Christmas Invasion by @sassy-cissa [E, 6k] *not on AO3

Cocked and Loch'ed by enchanted_jae [E, 7k] *not on AO3

Cupid by Leporella [M, 16k]

The Danger in the Shadows by SoftlySweetly [E, 4k]

Draco Malfoy and the Secret Underground Vampire Bureaucracy by Lomonaaeren [M, 18k]

Duration of Emptiness by fireelemental79 [T, 29k] *not on AO3

The Elites by empress_jae [E, 7k] *not on AO3

Fade to Silver by @furiosity [M, 11k] *not on AO3

A Fair Cop by @oceaxe-ifdawn [E, 6k]

Fatal Fascination by Stray [M, 28k]

Firelights and Firewhiskey by jairissa [E, 3k] *not on AO3

For Want Of Rest by @dulosis [M, 5k] *not on AO3

Four Paper Dragons by starlitshore [T, 7k] *not on AO3

A Glass, Shattered by noticeably [T, 2k] *not on AO3

A Good Man by Rickey [E, 27k]

Happily Ever After? by morganmuffle [M, 3k] *not on AO3

Harry and Draco go to Kentucky Fried Chicken by @coffeejunkii [T, 3k] *not on AO3

Have Faith in Hope by faynia [T, 2k] *not on AO3

Haven by laridaes (Tatteredleaf) [T, 8k]

Having a Bad Day by ms_mindfunk [G, 15k] *not on AO3

A Hero All the Same by kayladie [M, 13k]

Hidden by dumbys_baby [E, 6k] *not on AO3

High Priced by @dysonrules [M, 17k]

Hogwarts for the Holidays by dracofiend [T, 6k] *not on AO3

Hope For Us All by gurliemoviegeek [G, 3k] *not on AO3

How to Steal What You Already Own by kali [T, 8k]

Iconic by shadowclub [M, 9k] *not on AO3

In Plain Sight by taradiane [M, 17k]

Intoxicated by ninnive [T, 7k]

Jigsaw by el_princess [E, 8k] *not on AO3

Kings Among Runaways by enderxenocide [G, 2k] *not on AO3

The Kiss by Frayach [M, 5k]

Last Christmas by crimson_stained [T, 6k] *not on AO3

The Living Half by maab_connor [E, 26k] *not on AO3

Lost in the Aftermath by lire_casander [E, 17k] *not on AO3

The Love Affairs of Lady Chertsey by pufftmg [M, 42k] *not on AO3

A Matter of Truth by lovely_slyth [M, 7k] *not on AO3

Matters of Influence by anathema9 [E, 19k] *not on AO3

Melting the Ice by florahart [E, 8k] *not on AO3

More Than a Partner by sesheta_66 [M, 15k] *not on AO3

The Most Unlikely of Places by @inspiteofnotbecause [E, 35k]

Nineteen Years Later by alexis_sd [E, 11k] *not on AO3

Not So Far A-Field by peaseblssm [T, 3k] *not on AO3

Now The Shining Sun Is Up by @letteredlettered [T, 22k]

On Mid-Winter's Day by Anthimaeria [M, 14k]

Mr & Mrs Malfoy by klarsfeld [E, 7k] *not on AO3

The Only Final Path by Celandine [M, 17k]

The Other Side of Free by khateh [T, 10k] *not on AO3

Over the Edge by auto [E, 9k] *not on AO3

Own Two Legs by spark_of_chaos [E, 30k] *not on AO3

Paid in Full by aoifene [E, 13k] *not on AO3

Patient Zero by violet_quill [E, 5k] *not on AO3

Powerful Men by Frayach [E, 8k]

The Price We Pay for Wings by Frayach [M, 13k]

Riddle Me Ree by stillaseeker [M, 2k] *not on AO3

Saving Addiction by platformnine [E, 7k] *not on AO3

The Secret Lives of Shadowmen by calanthe_fics [E, 44k] *not on AO3

The Simple Joy of Living by mahaliem [M, 39k] *not on AO3

A Spoonful of Sugar by fourth_rose [E, 11k]

Squib by Kestrel_Sparhawk [M, 52k]

Strings of Attachment by Kabal42 [T, 8k]

Stupid Pointy Git by ficliously [T, 4k] *not on AO3

Ten Weeks by @emmagrant01 [E, 13k]

Their Own Epilogue by chemical_haven [E, 4k] *not on AO3

The Things You Do and The Things You Don't Say by filleaspirant [T, 3k] *not on AO3

Thirty Days of Saving Malfoy by 7shotsofjager [E, 7k] *not on AO3

Three Septembers and a January by mizbean [M, 6k] *not on AO3

Three Steps to Paradise by @berenwrites [E, 13k]

Toujours Pur by dragenphly [T, 11k] *not on AO3

Vale Sanare by @thegertie [M, 23k]

Victory by captain_tulip [E, 8k] *not on AO3

Waiting by megan_sage [T, 4k] *not on AO3

A Well Thought Out Plan by jeslyn_nighthawk [E, 2k]

What We Could Become by alaana_fair [E, 12k] *not on AO3

Wrecking Ball by incapricious [M, 20k]

Written in the Stars by @novembersnowflake [M, 16k]

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#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #masterlist #2007

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